DISCLAIMER: SUPERNATURAL AND IT'S GORGEOUS CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. OF COURSE IT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM DREAMING. IT ALL BELONGS TO ERIC KRIPKE AND COMPANY. LUCKY BUGGERS. Don't own the song either. *Sad face*

A/N: Ok guys. This one is set about 6 months after 'Everything Has Changed' so Sammy is still 16, Dean is 20. By the way, this is my very first attempt at smut, so all constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

Warning: Boy on boy sexy times. Even better, it's Wincest sexy times. You got problem with it, well you shouldn't of clicked on it in the first place, considering the title. So really if you don't like it, it's your own silly fault.

Songs of Wincest Part 2

Ages: Dean – 20; Sam – 16

Safe and Sound

- Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and past tonight.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window
Darling everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
gone

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Sam woke up with a start, breathing hard like he had just run a marathon and a cold sweat covering his skin. He had just been awoken by one of the worst nightmares he had ever had, and he struggled to shake it off. He could almost feel the bile rising up from his stomach. Sam wrapped his arms around himself, and rocked back and forth in place, mumbling repeatedly to himself, 'not real, not happening, didn't happen'. He hadn't realised that his quiet ramblings had turned into full on denial in loud and clear volumes and had awoken the other occupant of the bed.

"Sammy?" Dean sat up and looked at his baby brother in concern. "Hey, baby boy, you ok?"

Sam quickly turned around wrapped himself around Dean's body, octopus fashion.

"Shh…Sammy, it's ok. I'm right here. I gotcha baby. You're safe."

Sam sobbed quietly into his brother's shirt and shook his head.

"I wasn't the one in danger, De." He whispered frightfully.

"What do you mean, Sammy? What were you dreaming about, baby?" Dean tightened his arms slightly around his brother/lover as a way to shield him as well as comfort him, letting him know that his big brother, his protector, was still there.

Sam didn't answer Dean's question. He couldn't. The images were still to fresh in his mind. He just clung to the lifeline that was his big brother, his lover, his protector and everything else in between.

"Sammy…I know you don't really want to, but unless you tell me what's wrong, I don't know how to help."

Sam just clung to Dean's shirt and looked up at him with an expression on his face that reminded Dean of a kicked puppy. Dean gently caressed his little brother's face from temple to jaw in a soothing motion then laid a sweet chaste kiss on his lips.

"Tell me, Sammy." He prompted quietly.

"W-we were h-hunting….werewolves…a pack…one attacked…y-you…D-de" Sam broke down into pain filled cries and couldn't finish. Just the thought of something happening to his beloved big brother made him feel sick to his stomach. Dean sighed internally, concern for his brother outweighing anything and everything else in existence. Sammy had been having these kind of nightmares off and on since he was 8 and first found out that monsters were real, but they had gotten steadily worse since their relationship became more than just brotherly. Dean knew it was most likely because Sam's concern for his brother's safety grew along with their love. Not that Dean didn't have the same dreams. He did, all the time. He just hid it better.

Back then, after one of Sam's nightmares, all Dean had to do was hold Sammy tight and sing softly to him. Now, it was slightly more complicated, especially if their dad was around, who didn't know about the new aspect of his sons' relationship. Thankfully, though, he was currently following a lead on the thing that killed their mom and wouldn't be back for a few days. Which gave Dean the opportunity and time to get his Sammy calmed down and relaxed enough to go back to sleep.

Dean gently pulled Sam away from him but kept him within the warmth of his arms, and smoothed the pads of his thumbs over Sam's cheeks, wiping away the tears that had worked their way down his face.

"It's gonna be alright, Sammy. I'm gonna make it better. Promise." As if to enforce that promise, Dean kissed Sam again, this time more forcefully, letting Sam know just how Dean planned to make it better.

Dean laid Sam back down on the bed, never once releasing him from the kiss, which quickly went from strong and comforting, to aggressive and dominating, invading Sam's mouth with his tongue. He then started to place kisses, nips and bites from Sam's jaw down to his neck, making sure to leave marks for the world to see, proving that Sam was his alone.

Before continuing with his plan of mapping out his Sammy's wonderfully tanned and lean body, he leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"I'm going to show you what you do to me, Sammy. Show you how much you mean to me."

Just the sound of Dean's voice, which had turned gravelly and lustful, combined with his words, promises and kisses had already made Sam hard and wanting more. He was unashamed to admit, that as his big brother started slowly making his way down his chest, nipping and biting, he was already moaning like a porn star. He knew those sounds drove Dean crazy with want and lust. This time proved to be no different when, as he moaned, Dean unexpectedly bit both of Sam's nipples harder than the previous bites.

As Dean focussed on sucking and tweaking Sam's nipples with his teeth and tongue, the sweet, delicious sounds coming out of Sam's sinful mouth were going straight down to Dean's cock, making him harder than ever.

Sam knew Dean was trying to distract from the memories of his nightmare, however Sam didn't mind one bit. It was a wonderful distraction. Sam trailed his fingernails down Dean's back, hard enough to leave long, thin, red scratches. He revelled in the sensations that Dean's bites, nips and licks made, each one making his blood rush. Then he felt as Dean licked a trail from Sam's pelvis all the way to his sternum, and then gently blew on the wet trail making his whole body shiver.

"F-fuck…De…", Sam stuttered, making Dean grin up at him mischievously.

"Don't worry, Sammy. That's what we're gonna do. Soon enough." Sam groaned at Dean's words, the stimulation already almost too much for his cock.

Dean slowly moved down Sam's body, teasing him with more nips and bites to his stomach, stopping to leave small dark bruises on both hips as though marking Sam, claiming him, then moving down to lay small open mouthed kisses on his thighs, until he finally reached his real destination, his not so little brother's rock hard, leaking erection.

Glancing up into lust filled hazel eyes, Dean ran his tongue along the underside of Sammy's dick, then licked over the slit, before taking him into his mouth, first sucking just on the head, then going all the way down til he felt it hitting the back of his throat. He stroke up and down with his mouth and tongue a few times, listening to Sam's moans get louder and porn-like.

"D-de…oh god…'M gonna…" was all Sam got out to warn his brother before he shot his load, long and hard enough that he was seeing stars, with Dean taking and swallowing all that Sam gave him. As Sam tried to get his breath from that mind-blowing orgasm, Dean crawled back up along his brother's sweat-covered body, pleased that he had accomplished his task of making his baby boy feel better. Of course, it didn't help that he was now rock hard himself. But tonight wasn't about him. It was all about Sammy.

After Sam came back down to Earth, he sweetly kissed Dean, tasting himself on Dean's tongue which quickly invaded his mouth once again. While some people might be grossed out by the taste of their own cum on their lover's lips, Sam found it strangely erotic and fought get more, fiercely tracing every inch of Dean's mouth with his own tongue. He was slightly surprised to feel that he was already fully hard again, but unsurprised that Dean was as well. Which gave him the opportunity to request something he had been wanting for a while now.

"De…" he whispered against Dean's lip. "Want you, De. Want you inside me."

Dean's breath hitched at that, and he look at Sam with wide eyes.

"A-are you sure, Sammy? I don't want to hurt you, baby boy."

"It's ok, Dean." Sam looked earnestly into Dean's bright green eyes, willing him to believe what Sam was saying. "It's ok. I'm ready. I want it. Please. I want you."

"Shh, Sammy. You got me, baby boy. But you gotta promise me, if you change your mind at any time, you tell me. Okay? Promise?"

"Promise, De. Please." Sam was practically squirming now, the need for Dean becoming almost unbearable.

Dean reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube they kept in the nightstand, and smeared a liberal amount onto his fingers, then spreading Sam's legs open, gently caressed his tight, puckered hole before slowly pushing in one finger down to the first knuckle.

Sam groaned and tensed in pain at the sudden burning sensation he felt. But he gave Dean the signal to keep going, and just breathed through the pain which gave way to pleasure when Dean added another finger, and then brushed against the bundle of nerves inside him.

"F-fuck…" He yelled out in surprise, not expecting the sudden pleasurable sensations that filled him every time Dean hit that spot. But as good as it felt, it still wasn't enough. He needed all of Dean. Right the fuck now.

"De…'M ready…please."

"Ok, Sammy." Dean soothed.

Dean gently removed his fingers from Sam's hole, making his baby boy whimper at the loss. Dean chuckled quietly as he slicked himself up with lube and moved in to line himself up at Sammy's entrance.

"Hold on, Sammy. I gotcha, baby." He slowly pushed in all the way until he was balls deep in his little brother, and waited a moment until Sam was felt comfortable enough for him to moved.

But Sam had no intention of waiting. He was impatient, and made sure Dean knew it. He dug his fingernails into Dean's arms and growled.

"Dean, you gotta move, please." He tried to make it sound like the demand it was meant to be, but instead it came out as more of a whimpered plea. Either way, it worked and Dean finally moved, thrusting harder and faster every time, until they were both right on the edge. Dean caught Sam's red and throbbing erection in his hand, with every intention of making them come at the same time.

"Come on, Sammy." He urged. "Come with me, baby boy."

It was the combination of the idea of coming together and Dean's use of both of Sam's nicknames that had Sam screaming out his second orgasm of the night, his balls tightening and his cock spraying long ropes of white come over both of their chests and stomachs, while his ass clenched around Dean's dick, making Dean come as well, filling Sam with his seed. Dean collapsed onto Sam, content to stay in that spot for the rest of the night. Though he didn't want to be crushing Sammy under his weight, so as he regained his senses, he pulled out of his brother, rolled over next to him and gently pulled a very pliant and relaxed Sam into his arms.

"Hey, baby boy" He called softly. "You still with me, Sammy?"

"Yeah, De." Sam mumbled, already half-asleep. "'M good."

"You wanna shower now so we're not all sticky?"

Sam again mumbled sleepily this time with something that may been something like 'in the morning'. Dean wasn't sure but he definitely wasn't about to wake his brother up again, especially now that he was sure to sleep soundly the rest of the night. Before drifting of himself, he ran his hand through Sam's soft brown hair, and whispered in his ear, something he rarely said in the daylight hours.

"Sweet dreams, baby boy. I love you."

Then wrapping his arms more protectively around his Sammy, settled down deeper in the bed to go back to sleep himself.