A Beautiful Kind Of Mess
Disclaimer: cries hysterically Of COURSE its not mine!
Authors Notes: I have an addiction, its name is Wincest, yay.
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Awe:
The awe of seeing Dean manage to fight a demon armed to the nines with teeth, claw, blade and magic when all he had was a rifle that was known to jam at the most unfortunate moments was incredable in it's almost overwhelming form.
But it was really nothing compaired to the awe Sam felt for something as simple as the way Dean made him feel so perfect with just three little words whispered with promise.
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Curiousity:
As Sam became more and more enthralled by his computer induced education, he unearthed more words then he could find the meaning to. He usually went to Dean woth these.
"Whats infatuation?"
Dean concidered, then without taking his eyes from the T.V before him he yawned, "When someone cant stop thinking there in love with someone, even though they really just want to get into their pants."
Curious, Sam sat in his brothers lap. "Does that mean you're infatuated with me?" he inquired.
With a smirk, the older boy kissed the younger, "It would make this so much easier if I were."
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Motives:
Although Sam never questioned why as Dean pushed him to lie face-down on the bed, the heavy feeling of lust and the wet tast of kisses on his tongue that had brought them this far had Sam fairly certain of his brother's motives, and it had him moving to comply all the faster.
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Sappy:
Dean always called Sam the sappy one between them, despite the fact in the middle of the night it was Deans whispers of 'your absolutely everything to me' that woke the younger boy up as he struggled to find sleep.
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Dreams:
Unlike Sam's dreams, Dean knew his would never become reality.
Something about Sammy dressing up like a french maid seemed alittle to 'wet-dream' to be much more.
Although... his birthday was coming up.
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Shot:
Without a doubt the only thing that had Sam shooting so damn well was the look of feirce pride and the soft kisses that Dean rewarded him with when he practiced in his youth.
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Hurt:
Dean wasn't a cry-baby, not at all, but he found it paid to be a little more vocal when Sam lavished attention on hinm to take all the pain away.
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Pet:
They were drunk and ranting when it was said, half in jest, but they weren't so drunk that they forgot it.
Yet somehow, Sam coming home with a coller that spoke of promises had him forgetting just how much he ever wanted that puppy.
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Qualms:
The hesitation as Dean reached for Sam's boxers was more then a brief pause, and it was far from being amusing. Sam turned his head to blink at the older boy with question.
"Im not gay," Dean demanded, speaking what was on his mind.
Sam almost laughed, and probably would have if his erection wasn't throbbing painfully underneath him, "fucking your brother isn't going to change that."
Although it hadn't come out quite the way he had thought it, the basic implication seemed to appeal to Dean, because those boxer-shorts soon disapeared.
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Mutter:
Sam noticed everytime he won a fight against his brother, Dean would stalk away muttering to himself.
It probably would have pissed him off less if he knew Dean was muttering things along the lines of, 'so damn sexy when his mad, no wonder I love the damn bastard.
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Compare:
It hurt to ask, but Dean found there was no way to not ask.
"How do I compare to her?"
Sam visable collapsed, falling into his brother's arms with a long withheld sob, "she never compared to you."
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Nothing:
The demons that twister my mind in an attempt to turn me suicidle were really wasting there time.
Nothing could convince me after Jess that I wasn't Sammy's everything, and I could never leave him with nothing.
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Waste:
It was a darkly humourous avent, the first time Dean jerked off in the bathroom since he turned twelve. Darkly humourous for the thought 'what a waste, my hand instead of Sam's' and the laughter that come from him afterwards was borderling hysterical when he refused to let it turn to tears.
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Wait:
They always say in movies, 'you've waited all this time, can't you wait ten more minutes?!'
But even though it made it all the more painful Sam found that no, he couldn't even wait the minute and a half it took for preperation before climbing atop Dean's lap and picking up were they'de left off.
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Breathe:
Sam called them breathing days, though they often found breath hard to come by.
It was their day off, their breif moment of repreive between hunts and searching for more hunts. It was hot sweet and lazy - compaired to the days when all they had time for was a quicky in the shower (not that that wasn't fufilling and all).
And between the kisses, whispers and fevered touches they found these 'breathing days' were addictive and promised a future full of them and little else.
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Key:
Dumbstruck and completely speechless, Sam blinked up.
"In case you need it," Dean mumbled, blushing.
Clenching the car key tightly in his hand, Sam lept forward and began to show his brother his gratitude.
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A.N: Grammer will be fixed when I have internet, and the word count when I have time. Review ppl!
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