TIME Chapter 7

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Wincest warning.

Dean and Sam awaken at the same time, soft light permeating through the heavy curtains over the stained motel window.

Placed side by side in slumber, they had instinctively reached for one another in the night, and as they slowly regain consciousness, they both come to the realization they are lying together entwined on the bed, closer than lovers.

Sam's hand is pressed against Dean's heart, and Dean's hand is resting lightly on Sam's hip, their foreheads are touching, and their feet are entwined.

In the soft light of the morning, when Sam wakes to find Dean's face and body so close to his own, Sam experiences a buoyant happy feeling that he wasn't sure even existed until this moment. He stares into the endless green depths that are Dean's eyes, and sees all the love he feels inside himself returned in Dean's own heated gaze.

Dean's hand is heavy, and warm, and it scorches Sam's side where it rests on his hipbone. Sam feels pressure in his groin just from that simple touch and he flicks his tongue out to wet his lips, anxious, unsure and heady with his new knowledge of Dean's true feelings.

Dean's eyes follow Sam's tongue like he can't help it and without even realizing it, he is angling his head so he can touch Sam's mouth with his own. Dean's brain is misfiring, so he doesn't really know what he is doing, all he knows is Sam is there, Sam is alive, he is alive, and he loves Sam with every fiber of his own being.

When Dean's lips touch his own, something inside the careful Sam Winchester completely erupts and he instantly pulls Dean closer, fitting his hand around Deans head, opening his mouth to Dean's tongue, colors and flavors and images all bursting inside of him like fireworks in a 4th of July sky. He groans in the back of his own throat and it sounds so foreign to him that he almost erupts in a fit of laughter, but he has not breath to laugh because Dean is kissing him back, over and over and Sam is dying inside with pure spun pleasure.

The hand Dean has rested on Sam's hip only seconds earlier is now clenching at him, drawing him closer and Sam eagerly inches forward to lay flush along Dean while his mouth never leaves his brother. His own hand has snaked underneath Dean's shirt and Sam strokes the expanse of chest and hears Dean growl, pushing himself even closer to Sam.

Clothes are flying as both men fall into a frenzy of desire, and without their mouths every leaving the other, they are both completely naked, their desire for one another plain by the stiffness of their penises, now pushed together like teenage rookies on a first run.

Sam pulls away so he can look into Dean's eye as he takes Dean into his hand for the very first time. Dean's head falls back and he bites his lip and pushes himself into Sam's hand and Sam's heart jumps for joy at the power he has over Dean. Dean's arm tightens around Sam and pulls him even closer rubbing himself into Sam's hand like a wild animal.

Sam strokes Dean frantically, unable to hold himself back, or in check. He watches with unabashed love in his eyes as his brother takes his own cock into his hand and begins to move in time with Sam's own frantic rhythm.

Short seconds later and Sam falls over the cliff, coming mindlessly at Dean's command and Dean shouts Sam's name a second later with his own release.

They lay facing each other breathless and panting, and Sam can't help leaning forward every second and dragging Dean into another kiss, because nothing has ever felt better or more perfect in his life.

Dean's eyes slowly begin to focus again and he stares into the depths of Sam's for long minutes before he shakily says, "I am back in hell, aren't I?"

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DEAN

Sam's words had horrified Dean beyond comprehension.

"No, Dean, this is real, I'M real," he had said and he had pushed himself closer to Dean capturing his lips with his own, in a kiss that branded Dean's soul, marking him for the rest of eternity.

Dean had helplessly returned the kiss, his whole being betraying him like it had so many times before when it came to Sam. He was sick with need and it was minutes before he found the strength to pull his mouth away from Sams.

Dean feels his own eyes fill with tears as he admits to Sam, "I fucked up, little brother. I had another chance, and I fucked it up." Even as he says the words he is clutching Sam's hand to his own heart, because he can't bear to let him go, even though he knows the penalty for his actions.

Sam's face is suddenly dark and unsure the light in his eyes extinguished by the agony that is ghosting up from his toes, streaking a steady path towards his heart.

He whispers, "Dean, what do you mean?"

Dean sobs brokenly and places his forehead against Sam's, wishing he didn't have to speak anymore, because his own voice is its own kind of hell to Dean's ears.

He manages to get the words out, but just barely, drawing strength from Sam like he had any fucking right to any redemption at all.

"Castiel pulled me out of the pit to give me a chance to do the Lord's work. Instead, I pull this, " and he gestures between himself and Sam, "And totally fuck it up for not only me, but for you. God Sam, I am so fucking sorry, man."

Dean starts to cry again in big heaving sobs and a part of his mind wonders if he will ever be able stop crying again. He sees Sam through his tear soaked eyes, taking in his words and weighting them for value.

Sam finally speaks and his voice is weak, but doesn't tremble. "Maybe it doesn't work like that, Dean."

Dean snorts out a hysterical laugh and finds the strength to push himself away from Sam finally, hauling the cheap motel comforter around his own waist, like covering his dick would ever matter again.

Dean strains to keep his voice somewhat even and he says, "Oh yeah Sam, I am sure the man upstairs is really big on incest between brothers. I am sure he brought me back just so I could fuck around with my little brother."

His words hang in the air between them and Dean's head throbs with the sheer force of his own self hatred, so strong now, it is causing his shoulders to sag from the pressure.

Sam's eyes fill with tears at Dean's harsh response, and Dean can only hate himself even more at the heartbreak on Sam's face. Because its clear to Dean now that Sam loves him back, in the same possessive, consuming way, and Sam's love is so blinding, he can't see the undeniable wrong in their circumstances.

Unable to look at Sam for another second, Dean jumps up, fumbles his clothes on as quickly as they were shed and locks himself into the bathroom.

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CASTIEL

Castiel has been in Jimmy for over 24 hours now and Jimmy has proved invaluable helping Castiel interpret the information he witnessed in the Winchester boys' minds.

It takes a while for it to sink into Castiel, why the men feel the way they do, and only when Jimmy speaks the alien words like "incest" and "illegal" and "immoral" and Castiel interprets their meaning, does he finally, FINALLY understand the fundamental root of the problem.

Castiel can think of only one thing that will make this situation turn out the way it is supposed to. In taking this course of action, Castiel is about to disobey a direct order from Heaven. He isn't happy about it, and it goes against his very essence to rebel in any way, but he knows that the end result of his mission far supersedes his methods to get there.

He makes his decision, a slice of unrecognizable fear at the idea he may earn his Father's disapproval by what he is about to do, but he soldiers on.