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Title: What he wanted 2/?
Author: Auryn
Rating: PG-13,
Spoilers: Possibly upto, definitely including the episode 'Something Wicked'.
Warnings: Eventual Wincest
Summary: Dean's always taken care of Sam. Sam's going to repay the favour the only way he can think of. Even if it destroys them both.
Chapter one can be found here
Chapter 2
Sam felt like an idiot. A big, stupid idiot.
He had made the decision. He was going to start a relationship with his brother, the kind of relationship Dean wanted. But aside from coming to that decision, Sam realized he had no clue how to start it.
It wasn't as if he could just go up to Dean, and say, “Hey, Dean, I like you, and I know you like me because I saw what the witch made you see, which was really creepy, by the way, so will you kiss me please, before I freak out, and run away?”
Because that would really be counter-productive.
Sam forced himself to relax. Getting all worked up over something he couldn't change wouldn't help him at all. Couldn't change yet, he reminding himself sharply.
“This is about Dean,” he told himself quietly. “Dean wants this,”
“What do I want?” Dean's voice surprised him, and he cursed himself for not paying attention. Dean had just come out of the shower, and he stood in the doorway in just his towel. Sam swallowed hard as he looked at his brother half naked, and realized that soon, if all went according to his plan - what little he had of a plan at the moment - that he would be seeing his brother more than half naked.
Suddenly, he had to get out of there, get anywhere, as long as it wasn't around his brother. At least, until Dean was fully clothed.
***
Sam's dreams that night were odd - of the past, instead of the future, but still feeling like visions. Still giving him the splitting headaches that the visions normally did.
He was in a room he recognized as his old room at Stanford, the one he had shared with Jess until that fateful weekend when Dean had come back into his life. He saw himself and Jess, as beautiful as he remembered her, on their bed, a tangle of limbs and sheets, and felt a pang in his chest. Jess was still his first love, and he was going to betray her, by sleeping with Dean. With his brother.
He recognized the scene - it was what the witch had made him see - made him experience.
He watched as he climaxed inside Jess; as she came too, and then it happened.
His other self had barely let go of her, both smiling, happy, satisfied, when a fire erupted, seemingly from no where, spilling over Jess, engulfing Jess. She didn't shriek, or scream, even though he knew the fire was hot - he could feel the heat radiating all around them. She just looked at him, betrayal in her eyes, as the fire melted her skin, disintegrated her hair. “It's your fault,” her eyes accused him. “Your fault I'm like this.”
Sam looked down, ashamed that in his heart he couldn't refute her claim, and saw to his horror, that while the fire was spreading around the room, the source of it was him.
The fire surrounded him, but all he felt was cold. It was like the fire was alive. Tendrils of fire encased his arms, restraining him like chains, while more tightened around his body, around his legs and torso, and one surrounding his neck, together binding him to the wall. Sam struggled, fighting the ties, until a shadow fell over him. He looked up into the dark, smoldering eyes of his brother.
Dean.
***
Sam came awake with a jolt, sitting up in his bed, his harsh breathing unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
“Sammy?” Dean’s voice was groggy, but when Sam looked over, his brother’s eyes were bright and alert. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam said quietly. “Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, Dean.”
Dean grunted, rolling over as Sam lay back down.
“Just a nightmare,” Sam whispered.
Author: Auryn
Rating: PG-13,
Spoilers: Possibly upto, definitely including the episode 'Something Wicked'.
Warnings: Eventual Wincest
Summary: Dean's always taken care of Sam. Sam's going to repay the favour the only way he can think of. Even if it destroys them both.
Chapter one can be found here
Chapter 2
Sam felt like an idiot. A big, stupid idiot.
He had made the decision. He was going to start a relationship with his brother, the kind of relationship Dean wanted. But aside from coming to that decision, Sam realized he had no clue how to start it.
It wasn't as if he could just go up to Dean, and say, “Hey, Dean, I like you, and I know you like me because I saw what the witch made you see, which was really creepy, by the way, so will you kiss me please, before I freak out, and run away?”
Because that would really be counter-productive.
Sam forced himself to relax. Getting all worked up over something he couldn't change wouldn't help him at all. Couldn't change yet, he reminding himself sharply.
“This is about Dean,” he told himself quietly. “Dean wants this,”
“What do I want?” Dean's voice surprised him, and he cursed himself for not paying attention. Dean had just come out of the shower, and he stood in the doorway in just his towel. Sam swallowed hard as he looked at his brother half naked, and realized that soon, if all went according to his plan - what little he had of a plan at the moment - that he would be seeing his brother more than half naked.
Suddenly, he had to get out of there, get anywhere, as long as it wasn't around his brother. At least, until Dean was fully clothed.
***
Sam's dreams that night were odd - of the past, instead of the future, but still feeling like visions. Still giving him the splitting headaches that the visions normally did.
He was in a room he recognized as his old room at Stanford, the one he had shared with Jess until that fateful weekend when Dean had come back into his life. He saw himself and Jess, as beautiful as he remembered her, on their bed, a tangle of limbs and sheets, and felt a pang in his chest. Jess was still his first love, and he was going to betray her, by sleeping with Dean. With his brother.
He recognized the scene - it was what the witch had made him see - made him experience.
He watched as he climaxed inside Jess; as she came too, and then it happened.
His other self had barely let go of her, both smiling, happy, satisfied, when a fire erupted, seemingly from no where, spilling over Jess, engulfing Jess. She didn't shriek, or scream, even though he knew the fire was hot - he could feel the heat radiating all around them. She just looked at him, betrayal in her eyes, as the fire melted her skin, disintegrated her hair. “It's your fault,” her eyes accused him. “Your fault I'm like this.”
Sam looked down, ashamed that in his heart he couldn't refute her claim, and saw to his horror, that while the fire was spreading around the room, the source of it was him.
The fire surrounded him, but all he felt was cold. It was like the fire was alive. Tendrils of fire encased his arms, restraining him like chains, while more tightened around his body, around his legs and torso, and one surrounding his neck, together binding him to the wall. Sam struggled, fighting the ties, until a shadow fell over him. He looked up into the dark, smoldering eyes of his brother.
Dean.
***
Sam came awake with a jolt, sitting up in his bed, his harsh breathing unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
“Sammy?” Dean’s voice was groggy, but when Sam looked over, his brother’s eyes were bright and alert. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam said quietly. “Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, Dean.”
Dean grunted, rolling over as Sam lay back down.
“Just a nightmare,” Sam whispered.