"Curse"

Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST.

Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!

If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!

All feedback is loved and welcome!

It's been a long time since I have written Wincest, I lost all data for my WIP Fic. But I was encouraged to finish this story by 'OceanDeep'.

So I sat down and came up with this. I hope its what you wanted and have all waited for. I even left it open for the possibility of a sequel.

Thank you to all who left me reviews and I am sorry for making you wait years for this last chapter.

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Chapter 5

Dean lay there, waiting, waiting for whatever Sam was going to do and he prayed that if it was something sexual, that he had the strength to stop him and himself. Though he had a feeling stopping himself was going to be harder than stopping his brother.

"Why are you fighting this, us?" Sam said in a tender voice. "We both know you liked it, that when my mouth was sucking on your long hard shaft, that you couldn't help but fuck it." The words were making Dean's body tingle. "Then when your dick was buried balls deep inside my ass, you wanted to be deeper, wanted to thrust faster and harder." Dean's body started to react to the images forming in his head, as he recalled the events Sam was describing. "You grabbed my hips and took me again and again, moaning, groaning my name, you wanted it as badly as I did." Sam's hands never moved and they didn't have to, the heat from them and the memories of what they did earlier, were enough to make his body want more and his cock went rock hard.

He pushed Sam off of him and grabbed his jacket, needing to get away from Sam, needing to think, he almost ran out of the room and to the Impala parked outside, getting inside and locking the doors, as Sam made an attempt to catch him. Gunning the engine, he tore out of the parking lot and away from a distressed Sam, not looking back in his mirror and see Sam sink to his knees as the tears fell down his cheeks.

Dean had drove for a couple of hours, stopping out in the middle of nowhere, parked at the side of a lake as he contemplated his situation and options. Sam loved him, really loved him and he could see that pure love Sam had for him in his eyes. The happiness that had been missing from Sam, finally returned and made him alive, made Sam the brother again Dean had thought was long gone. Dean stood at the edge of the lake, as the full moon stood high in the clear night sky, he looked up at it, his eyes red from the crying he had been doing for the last 20 minutes.

"Why did this have to happen? Why are you doing this! Is this a punishment?" Dean asked. "We do everything to rid this world of Evil, we lost our parents and loved ones for this job, this life. All I have is Sammy and now you want to take him from me too! I can't kill myself and leave him alone, but it's wrong for me to be with my brother this way......Isn't it?"

When no answer came, he let out a deep sigh, rubbed his face and wandered back to the car, he sat there just staring at the water, his hands on the top of the steering wheel. Then he started the car and headed back to the motel and Sam.

Sam was sobbing on the bed, he'd been doing it on and off since Dean had left, yet another love in his life lost and he was helpless to stop it. Thoughts of ending his life and this constant pain flitted through his head and he sat up, moving to the bag at the end of the bed and pulling the zipped down. Inside were various weapons, including his Taurus, fully loaded. He took the gun from inside and held it lightly in his hand, turning it over as he knew how easy it would be to put it in his mouth and pull the trigger. He sat back down on the bed, cradling the gun as fresh tears fell from his eyes, making his vision blurry. He lifted the gun, and stared down the barrel. Moving it closer as a car was heard pulling up outside, but Sam was to distraught to notice. As Sam pushed the gun into his mouth, the door opened and then the gun was tore from his grasp as he heard his name being said over and over.

"SAMMY! Oh God Sammy!" Dean exclaimed as he saw his brother attempting to kill himself, he took the gun and placed it on the dresser, pulling Sam into his arms and holding him tight. The scene he had just witnessed making his mind up completely for him, he knew what he had to do. "Sammy, it's ok, I'm here and I'm not leaving you ever again." He said as he rocked the sobbing younger brother tightly against him. "It's ok Sammy, it's ok. I love you Sam, I'm all yours." He cupped Sam's face and kissed him softly, then when he had Sam's attention, he deepened the kiss, seeking entrance into Sam's mouth with his tongue. Sam gasped with surprise and the tongue slipped inside. Dean managed to strip them as Sam kissed him back with fervor, his hands helping Dean to remove their clothes, until they were naked and still kissing with a heated passion. Dean pushed Sam onto his back, breaking their kiss and stroked the younger brothers face.

"Dean? Are you sure?"

"More sure than I have ever been about anything Sammy."

Sam grinned and Dean matched it, he felt Sam's hard cock, against his thigh and rubbed his own matching erection against it, their moans filled the air as he ground down on him, exploring each other with their hands.

"Want you Dean."

"I want you too Sammy."

Sam lifted his legs up and around Dean's waist, as Dean's cock nudged at his entrance, Sam nodded and Dean pushed slowly inside, groans followed as Dean parted Sam's walls, opening him up as he sank further inside. He waited and Sam nodded once more, giving Dean the signal to start thrusting, which he did. They moved in sync as one, gasps and groans, pants and moans, filling the air with the smell of sex. The bodies radiating the heat they made, mixing with the squeak of the bed and the slap of skin. Soon they were crying out as the pleasure increased, the friction grew and their bodies neared climax. Sam let out a loud strained cry as he spilled his seed between them, splashing their skin with his cream, then Dean followed not long behind, filling Sam with his own juices, as he pumped wildly and erratically into him, then dropped to his side as his body became sated and spent.

The pink crystal heart, sat in the Antique store and began to glow, then it exploded into a million pieces.

Sam let out a deep sigh of content, which had a tint of pink to it, it dissipated just before Sam and Dean opened their eyes to look at one another, they exchanged smiles and Dean pulled Sam into his arms, as Sam pulled a sheet over them and they drifted to sleep.

THE END.