Disclaimer: Supernatural owns my soul, and I don't even own so much as a poster yet.
Warnings: Wincest, if you STILL havn't figured that out.points and laffs at yoo
Summary: Their love was an inevitable and oh-so-beautiful kind of mess [wincest drabbles
A Beautiful Kind Of Mess - Third Installment
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Fight
Dean knew with a sickening kind of knowledge, that they never fought this much before Sam left (found Jess). Even when they had first turned the accidental brush of lips against lips to a not so accidental explosion of kiss after kiss they had never fought as much as they did now.
There was anger in each others eyes when they met them now, and whenever passion became to much for them to take there was anger even in the heated moments that followed and usually led them to a bed.
There was sadness then too, but the anger didn't seem to fade because Dean didn't outright say 'I wish you didn't damn love her in my place' and Sam couldn't outright say 'I didn't'.
And there was so much anger and sadness that they shared a downright frightening thought that maybe it wasn't either of them that wanted to be together any more and that Dean was really into all the girls he flirted with to make Sam mad, and maybe Jess wasn't the temperary replacement for Dean's touch, maybe she was the reason Sammy never came back.
And the even scarier thought that if they didn't say something soon... they wouldn't even have their fights anymore.
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Heaven
The hot hard press of body against body and the sweet taste of tongue against tongue was like heaven.
And the beautiful feel of themselves and each other with a love that transended either that of a brother or a lover was just an assurance that it was the only heaven either brother was likely to get.
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Before
Sam hestaited, "before you?" he inquired, half hoping he had heard the question wrong.
Jess didn't seem to notice his reluctance, only nodded into his bare shoulder. The air between them was warm and still thrumming with passion, but Sam was suddenly tence.
He didn't want to lie, surely not to the girl he felt like he was using, but he couldn't really say 'yeah, i've been screwing my brother since I was fifteen'.
"I've never felt like this before," he finally admitted, though hidden was the fact that was because the love he felt for Dean was so utter and complete he'd never so much as kissed another person until Jess, so he assumed he must have feel something for her.
Jess seemed happy with the responce, and let her exhasted body take her into sleep, unaware that she'd prodded at the one wound in Sam that would possably never heal.
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Bathroom
Sometimes Dean wondered how their father could be so oblivious that he never questioned the 20 minute toliet breaks he and Sam always took together.
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Deal
It was like a deal with the devil, and the stakes were just as high.
On the one hand, he could love - a complete and perfect love so beautiful that God himself banned it.
Or he could refrain (die bit by bit) and pretend this was normal, they were normal.
It didn't take much procrastination before Dean threw his eternal soul into the winds and abruptly claimed his brother's heart for himself.
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Messy
Messy and badly aimed kisses were Dean's favorite. They proved to him that no matter how much smarter and well educated Sam was then him, he was still able to make his kid brother loose coheheriency first.
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Determination
Whether it was determination or obsession that had him constantly checking the newspapers and television Sam wasn't certain, but every single day he searched both for any sign that Dean could be hurt, or any sign that he may be visiting the area nearby.
And when he never found anything that would make his big brother come running, Sam kinda wished there was.
That made his guilt hurt all the more when Jess was gone, and Sam still felt that massive surge of love and releif as he fell back into the passenger seat beside Dean, who never even tried to judge him for his thoughts.
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Lock
They rarely needed to lock the hotel door for the first round. Lust usually overtook them before they had made it three steps inside anyway.
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Bitten
Jess was intrested in the very start.
The first lecture they ever had together, Sam found he couldn't even escape before she all but demanded he go on a date with her.
There was something in her eye - an almost hazel flicker of oblivious lust and unwavering determination - that made his heart constrict painfully in his chest.
"I've been bitten to many times," he excused, turning and stalking out.
The look to her eyes was what chased him away from a perfectly innosent date, and it was the similar qualities those same eyes shared with his brother that made Sam come back to stay.
Because even if that flicker of similarity hurt - and even though being bitten once by someone with that look to there eyes was enough - Sam knew he wasn't ready to give up on Dean just yet.
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Roleplay
Dean sat back and clipped his gun back together, it now being clean and sparkling. When he turned away from its inspection he caught Sam's gaze focused on him and grinned, "wanna play good cop bad cop?"
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Fingerprints
In the beginning, Dean loved the bruises of fingerprints left on his shoulders after he had brough Sam to the peak of pleasure and driven him over it. The fingerprints were craved really - because it was proof the next morning that it all wasn't just a dream.
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