You would have never found out, you could have let it go. Dean you could have lived a full life free from every force out there that has finally realized what you really are. Things should have ended differently.

Yes I pulled you out, those are my hands forever imprinted on your body.

That angel, he’s under my control. Not God’s, yes you’ve figured that out as well. I needed you to believe in something. I will change this world Dean and I will keep you safe from it until I see it is time for you to come back.

I love you, you’re my brother and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. It’s because I love you that I’m doing all of this can’t you see?

I had to kill those hunters they didn’t understand ultimately killing many people because they got in the way. We had to make so many sacrifices Dean. But don’t worry you won’t have to give up anything anymore.

The brand? I have to protect you. They must know you’re mine and mine only. That’s why.

And I fucked you because you’re mine.


“No, Sammy…don’t…” As much as he pleaded Dean knew he his body craved it. He just busted out of hell, his body starved for attention that would relieve any form of pain it held embedded in itself. But not like this, with his brother cornering him with a look in his eyes that screamed every lie he spoke and would tell. It revealed how severed their bond had become.

“No Dean. We need this, I’m not going to hurt you.” Sam whispered as he tore through Dean’s shirt taking in everything that was his brother’s. He looked into Dean’s eyes, looking into the strong man. This man would now be his he would belong to him. Sam leaned down and bit down painfully on Dean’s chest savoring the different tastes that attacked him. He would have this power. Dean’s strength would be in his hands under his rule.

Dean tried to push him away he really did but for some unexplainable reason every left over scar and wound from hell awoke and struck with pain that had him blacking out in his brother’s arms.

Dean awoke, drowsy yet ready to strike. He looked around himself and soon found his brother coming into the room with an unfamiliar and intimidating gleam in his eyes. Sam approached the bed slowly.

“Sam let me go! What are you doing? What are you thinking? Sammy?” Dean tried to lift himself to meet Sammy’s stare but his body felt heavy and awkward he only managed to arch his body in Sammy’s direction. Sam’s eyes quickly snapped towards the movement but he only watched Dean flop down onto the bed then looked back into his brother’s eyes.

“It’s my turn to protect you Dean, that’s what I’m thinking. I’m sick of it all of what we could have. I’m tired of being reminded of what you can’t have because I am what I am, because I’m here! I’m thinking about you, something you never do.” Then Sam was all over him pressing down onto his body devouring his sensitive flesh, almost eating his skin. He was animalistic biting every piece of his brother he could reach.

Sam didn’t even slow his pace as he brutally attacked Dean’s lips. He just kept biting at him chewing on his lower lip. As he removed Dean of his clothing he finally slowed down starting to just nip at the corners of his mouth and slide his hands all around his injured body. And Dean cursed himself because every touch no matter how harsh felt like a caress. He guessed being in hell would minimize everything that he would normally associate with pain.

His body swooned under Sam’s ruthless and disturbing actions.

“Sam get off of me.” Dean finally regained his strength and lunged upwards towards his brother’s body trying to throw him off.

Sam sighed into Dean’s neck, he sat up and lifted his body slightly off of Dean. Dean thought that Sam had finally came to his senses. But his eyes widened as he noticed his brother had pulled off his own pants and boxers down to a certain point. He began to push back Dean’s legs by gripping onto his thighs and forcing his legs up over his shoulders.

“Sam! Sam look at me! You don’t want to do this, Sam sto-op!”

Sam ignored him while he pleaded and leaned down to taste his brother. He looked up at Dean then began to descend farther down until Dean jolted back on the bed.

“Dean if you keep fighting me it’s going to take longer.” Sam smirked and kissed his brother’s inner thighs and finally settled on what would finally break Dean down. What he needs to have Dean see and understand what this really was about. Dean bit down onto his lower lip once he felt Sam lick and slowly let his tongue enter him.

Dean fought against invisible bonds that restrained him. Sam began to spread him open with his thumbs; he nibbled slightly on the sensitive skin exposed to him then randomly took Dean into his mouth. Dean screamed and tried to move himself away but that only caused sweet friction.

Dean relaxed back into the bed and even attempted to spread himself. “Just get it over with.” He rasped out. Sam regarded him through his sweat soaked bangs.

“Dean don’t punish yourself because you’re enjoying this. I want you to.” He could see right through Dean. He struggled at first because he believed he could get away or somehow convince Sam of letting him go but now…now Dean accepted he couldn’t escape Sam but he did not want to let himself indulge in it.

“I love you.” Sam reached forward to gently kiss Dean then he repositioned himself and Dean knew what would happen next.

“No! Sam, stop please! Don’t do this.” Dean began to thrash around but Sam waited until he tired himself out. Then he took Dean by surprise and began to ease himself in.

Dean could feel him. Feel the scalding heat of his brother, it hurt being stretched open like that. But soon he began to feel something cool enter him as well and it lessened the pain helping him take in his brother. A noise left his throat and he rested against Sam as he leaned forward to further plunge himself into Dean.

Dean groaned once Sam was finally fully inside. Sam’s arms rested on either side of Dean’s shoulders. He sucked on the skin above Dean’s artery and looked into his brother’s eyes. Deliberately he rolled his hips and Dean became very still. He became disoriented and disconnected to everything other than Sam being so close to him…it felt so unreal.

But it was happening and now he could feel his heart pumping throughout his whole body. And Sam was breathing in time to his heart. Dean began to release shallow breaths; he looked up at Sam when he sensed he was about to move. He begged with his eyes that Sam wouldn’t take the last step into breaking him down. He stared him down but without malice his body was incapable of sending any form of negative connotation at the moment.

Finally Sam pulled out and thrust back in truly destroying what was left of Dean.
Dean gasped and he continued to stare at Sam. He couldn’t explain it, it was as if everything had stopped and now the only thing that mattered was how he and Sam were connected. He knew that Sam could see just how much Dean really cared for him. What he would do to keep his baby brother safe. He knew Sam could see everything but he couldn’t stop it, Sam had made him vulnerable.

But he could see just how much Sam cared for him. And Dean could almost believe he was really doing this because Sam loved him.

Everything that made Dean, Dean Winchester was shattered and it all that existed was the relationship between the brothers. But Dean would only continue to exist in the tempo his brother decided to create. Now he waited for Sam’s next move, for when he would thrust again.

Sam moved and Dean’s breathing mimicked Sam’s, soon Dean was molded to fit into Sam’s pace. He knew he would forever live like this, surviving at Sam’s pace.

Dean was reborn that night, slicked with sweat and worn out in his brother’s arms. But this was all about power wasn’t it?


I'm not a Sam kind of guy, but seriously after watching the premier episode I couldn't get this out of my head. And I was surprised I thought my first wincest would be all sexy and full of brotherly love but this was just mean. I like the way it came out though

This was your first Wincest? Awesome I love angst. It was kinda scary seeing Sam like this, but hot at the same time. Poor Dean, I just wanna cuddle him.

Yeah it really bothered me that I portrayed Sam that way but it just kinda happened. Yeah this was my first written wincest. I usually like to torment my friends by whispering wincesty moments into their ears...or just thinking outloud while they're trying to concentrate on something (like driving lol). I'm a big angst fan! I want to comfort Dean too U_U. I'm probably going to continue this in a shorter sequel but it's going to be completely unfair to Dean.

Thanks for reading!

yeah - like telling me stories about Sam and Dean sharing an ice cream cone on a hot day whilst I'm trying to drive your dumbass home! you motherfucker, I STILL think of that shit as I turn that corner!! >.<

ah, who am I kidding...it's hot XD