Disclaimer: Someone elses!

Warnings: Wincest!!!

Summary: Their love was an inevitable and oh-so-beautiful kind of mess [wincest drabbles

My fave of the Installment: 'Heat' - 'cause i'm weird like that.

A Beautiful Kind Of Mess

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Pity

I pitied the poor maids and roomservers.

There was no wrath like Dean's wrath when the mood between us was broken by someone who forgot to check the 'do not disturb' sign.

I didn't however mind the kind of fuming sex Dean offered after we'd been kicked to the curb and had to seek out release elsewhere.

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Flames

Dean takes the fear out of everything.

Fire no longer frightens me like it should - now all I get is a wicked sort of shudder and the throb of a begining erection.

I guess I can't really complain...

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Promise

"You made me a promise Dean, a promise I remember as clear as the first day we kissed," Sam's voice was just barely audiable over the bloodcurdling scream of the banchee between them and decending on the younger brother, "and no matter what Dean, i'm gunna live long enough to get my chance at topping!"

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Pink

Sam bent sideways, searching for his brother in the before smirking to the girl across from him, "I accept."

She smiled, stood and swayed her way over to Dean.

With a flick of her beautiful blonde hair she leant in and whispered something clearly dirty into his ear.

Dean laughed, flirted and playfully swatted her ass.

When she returned to Sam she was pouting, "go then cowboy," she challenged "you make him blush pink."

Sam finished his drink, stood and stalked to his big brother's side.

Platonic hand on shoulder, not so platonic hand hidden on thigh and a whisper, "I want you to be fucking me raw right now."

The floozy was oblivious how, but Sam was twenty bucks richer and assured of a good night that night all because she picked Dean out of all the guys in the bar to use to see if Sam was prettier then she was.

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BulletProof

When Sam kisses me, I swear to any god out there. For a moment - i'm BulletProof.

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Touch

No matter the touch; be it tentitive, comforting or hot hot hot, Sammy doesn't feel complete without some kind of contact between himself and his gorgous big brother.

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Tickle

"Stop," Dean would whisper, demand and all but plead.

Sammy knew the drill, he knew the risks, but somehow nothing - not even the knowledge their father was in the very next room could keep him from letting his fingers tickle his brother silly.

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Blood

They embraced, hands clenching in each other's rain soaked clothes, tears falling unnoticed and giving flavour to the few, desperate kisses they shared.

They were held so tightly by each others embrace breath itself was hard to locate.

Their blood was pooling around them. Mixing - but thats alright, it was the same blood anyway.

"I love you," Sam whispered.

"I love you too," Dean promised, hold tightening that much more, "Seya in Hell."

Sam attempted a grin and pressed his forhead against his brothers, "not if I see you first."

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Play

Dean obsessed over his work - Slaved over his gun polish for hours, and struggled to keep his body fighting fit.

Sam, though it took him many cold and lonely nights, found the perfect way to pull his brother from his workaholic state.

Quoting; 'all work and no play makes Dean a dull lay' is great - and it's doubly affective with a nude example of an untended erection of the older mans only current (and future) lay.

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Purr

Soft breathing that bordered on a snore wasn't exactly a lullaby, but Sam often complained that Dean's 'purr' was the only kind of lullaby he would consent to singing him to sleep.

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Toys

They left without a trace from hotel to hotel and it was easy enough - mostly because they didn't have much to pack.

The lack of toys used to give way to complete boredom until Dean found out that hile Sammy wasn't a 'toy' he was much more fun to 'play around' with.

Much more willing too.

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Reaction

Dean knew what buttons to push and just how to push them.

But his all round favourite reactions were the unexpected ones.

The slaps to his brothers ass for one - he didn't really mind having to 'kiss it better'.

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Gun

Sam watched Dean lovingly clean out his rifle, polishing cloth moving swiftly against steel.

"Does it make you feel tough?" Sam teased from the bed where he was watching drowsily.

Dean smirked and put the gun down, stepping to his brother swiftly. "Not as tough as you make me feel," he promised.

Blushing, Sam met the kiss pressed upon his lips.

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Heat

There were two types of heat between them.

The scorching, violent and searingly hot nights where the air was all but crackling with electricity as they bit and scratched and growled with the need to feel one another.

Then there were the lazy, slow and almost unbearably boiling days where they whispered and promised with soft soft kisses and tender exploration.

They had yet to decide which heat they prefered.

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