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An hour later both brothers were shooting pennies into a can outside the bar, laughing loudly and exchanging slurred insults.
"Dude you are the worst shot I've ever seen!" hooted Dean falling over laughing at Sam's drunken attempt to beat his brother at penny can. Picking up another penny Sam let fly and crowed with triumph when it hit Dean dead between the eyes.
"Ha! Suck it jerk!" preened Sam, stumbling over to the garden table and retrieving the last cigarette. Lighting up, Sam pulled a long glorious drag, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before puffing out in pleasure.
Swirling to face Dean who was now seated on his ass laughing hysterically, Sam's face turned outraged. "This cigarette is so good. Why does everything good have to be bad? You can't do anything you want to without some sort of consequence. That's messed up." With a put upon sigh Sam dropped himself heavily beside his brother. "Everything is always so messed up Dean."
Hearing the mournful tone in Sam's voice Dean hastily turned to face his brother, his vision blurry and the air hot. "Don't say that Sammy. It's not. It's like so not. Trust me; you haven't seen fucked up yet," consoled Dean trying not to remember but also aching to. Resting his hand on Sam's shoulder Dean rubbed lightly trying to make Sam feel happy again. He always smiled after Dean touched him or was affectionate. Sam turned wobbly unfocused eyes on Dean. He wasn't sure what Dean had meant. He had a feeling he should understand. That Dean's words were important or significant. He was trying to focus his brain when he felt the heat of Dean's hand on his shoulder, rubbing in soft curving strokes. His heart burned at the tender gesture that was so foreign to them these days. All thoughts of Dean's words flew out of his head and he smiled, happy to just be with Dean and forget everything else.
"You're right Dean. I mean, I still have you don't I? You're here with me, really here with me. Nothing beats that." Sam nodded his head in drunken acceptance, full of happy thoughts and feeling blessed for the first him in what could only be his whole life. Looking at Dean Sam's heart skipped a beat. Dean's face was changing. He was looking at his now still hand rested on Sam's shoulder. He could clearly see Dean's flushed face in the bright light from the street laps, his expression one of longing and hunger. An echo of that hunger shot through Sam's body making him suddenly sober up and gasp in shock. He could now feel how cold the ground actually was and how hot and heavy Dean's hand felt. Like a burning desperate grip that might never let go. Sam was on the verge of feeling fear when Dean lifted his eyes to look right at him. Confusion and love stared at him through two green eyes searching for an answer.
"Shh, Dean. It's ok. I promise," whispered Sam. He laid his hand on top of Deans, anxious for Dean not to pull away. He couldn't loose him again. Tonight he had truly gotten his big brother back. Back from the hell he was sent to and the one he had made inside his own mind.
Dean jumped at the feel of Sam's hand on his. His heart was hammering inside his chest and every nerve in his body was hyper aware. This isn't what was supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be making this happen. Sam was his baby brother, drunk and vulnerable right now. What was he doing? God I'm so wasted thought Dean ready to pull away.
"Shh, Dean. It's ok. I promise." Sam moved closer to Dean, tightening his grip on his hand. He was looking at Dean with desperate needy eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Dean's heart contracted at the sight. He was so fuck up. Look what you're doing to him! Guilt suddenly overwhelmed him, threatening to unleash the tears that he was barely keeping concealed.
"No Sammy, this is far from ok. You should keep away from me. I do nothing but hurt you. I have to leave." Dean pried his hand from Sam's grip and struggled to his feet only to land on the hard cold ground again pinned by a giant warm body. I must be pretty trashed to let Sammy get the upper hand like that. Slightly impressed but mostly annoyed Dean made a jabbed at Sam's ribs. His aim was perfect but there was no strength behind it. Before he could open his mouth in defiance Sam was moving, pinning him down with expert grace.
"No! You don't get to say that to me. You down get to leave me all alone, desperate without you, only to have you come back to me, confess you love me too and then leave me again. No Dean. Not this time. You are going to face this," growled Sam in a voice so rough and deep it sent an excited trill straight though Dean. It seemed like every length of Sam was pressed hotly against Dean's flushed body. If Dean thought he had known torture before he did now.
"You're drunk Sam. I don't need you to get all bitchy girly on me now. Just give me a break!" Dean had meant for his words to hurt and he could see them hit Sam like a physical blow. He couldn't bring himself to feel regret because he was trying to protect his little brother and Sam was very close to getting himself burned as the echo of his words resounded inside Dean's head.
Sorry this took so long but real life caught up with me and winter is the craziest time of year for me :( But I've uploaded and I hope you liked it. I'm nearly finished on the next bit. I've never actually written the wincest part of a wincest story before so im finding it really hard to do. Please review and tell me what you think. Your comments mean a lot to me! xx