What You Think You Know About Someone
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,382
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural. I make no profit from this fanfic.
What You're Afraid Of
Author's Note: I was left a review for the last chapter where someone was saying they had never read a wincest that didn't end happy. Well, the last chapter wasn't the ending. This is a WIP so I thought I would clear that up if there was confusion with anyone else. This chapter starts to pick up again and I leave it with a bit of a cliffie. Don't hate me! Reviews are still appreciated if you want to leave one.
Chapter 3. What You're Afraid Of
Sometime during the middle of the night after Dean had fallen asleep, Sam was still awake and had a terrible headache. He groaned, knowing that some of it was due to the fact he had been crying from his brother’s rejection. At this point, he wished he didn’t have a headache, but bodies would be bodies. After giving up the fight to sleep and hope that it might go away, he crawled out of bed and headed towards his duffle bag. He searched through it and found a bottle of aspirin that they had just bought a couple of days ago and was unopened.
Taking the bottle with him, Sam entered the bathroom and quietly shut the door before turning on the light. He stepped in front of the sink before struggling to open the bottle of aspirin. ‘Damn. That thing is on tight,’ he thought to himself as his hands pulled at the lid. Eventually the container opened, but since he pulled on the lid so hard, pills scattered all over the floor and down the sink. Half of the bottle emptied before pills stopped flowing out of it.
Sam sighed, wondering if his night could get any worse at this point. He tipped the container into his free hand, making two aspirin fall into it before he safely put the lid back on. He neglected to pick up the pills or worry about the ones that had fallen down the sink. He popped the pills into his mouth before turning on the faucet, collecting a bit of the water in his hand, and sucking the water up with his mouth. The water helped him swallow down the pills.
After he took the aspirin, he left the bottle in the bathroom and headed back to his bed. He crawled back under the covers, still feeling emotionally wore out, but hoping his headache would go away after some time. As he laid there quietly, hearing nothing but his brother’s rhythmic breathing, he glanced over at Dean, catching a glimpse of the sleeping man he had known as his big brother. He quickly turned away, the pain from their conversation coming back.
Holding back his tears, Sam closed his eyes and focused on sleeping. After some time, the aspirin finally kicked in and numbed his headache. The pills also helped his body relax enough so that he could get a few hours of sleep.
In the morning, the sun shined through the window, hitting Dean exactly in the face. He hated it when the sun did this to him but he decided it was time to get up anyways since his bladder was full. Standing up sleepily from the bed, he staggered to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He slid himself out of his boxers, aiming into the toilet bowl to relieve the pressure on his bladder. As his eyes started to wake up, he glanced down, seeing the pills all over the floor.
Dean quickly finished his business and turned to the sink, seeing the bottle of pills at the edge. He opened it, seeing that more than half of the bottle was gone. His heart raced in fear, his first thought was that Sam had overdosed after their conversation last night. Without even taking another idea into consideration, he clutched the bottle tightly and ran over to Sam’s bed.
Grabbing Sam abruptly, Dean shook his brother frantically. “SAM!” He shouted in complete fear.
Sam groaned and looked at his brother. “What? What is it? What happened?” He questioned, still trying to wake up after being rudely awoken.
Dean let him go and held the bottle in Sam’s view. “What did you do?!” Dean shouted at him, accusing him of something that wasn’t clear in Sam’s mind.
Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You damn well know what I mean!” Dean shouted, getting angry at Sam for no apparent reason.
“Actually, I don’t so maybe you should tell me what you’re accusing me off.” Sam stated calmly, not letting his brother’s current upset faze him.
“Did you overdose on these pills?” Dean finally spat out, calming down a bit but looking dead serious as if he were waiting for the worst response he could ever receive.
Sam avoided his brother’s eyes as he responded. “I had a headache and only took two aspirin. I had a hard time opening the bottle and the pills spilled everywhere.” He said softly, almost in a whisper as he just stared at the blanket in front of him that was covering his body.
“Oh.” Was all that came from Dean’s mouth. He sat on the edge of Sam’s bed and let out a deep breath that he had been holding in.
“I’m surprised you even care.” Sam mumbled to himself, not meaning for it to actually be heard.
Dean turned his head and looked at his brother sincerely. “Of course I care. You’re still my brother Sam,” he stated with care in his voice. “I don’t know what would happen if I lost you.”
Sam huffed at him before finding Dean’s eyes with his own. “You would move on and get over it, find some chick, and bone her senseless. It’s what you usually do.”
“I fucking sold my soul for your damn life and you want to have a theoretical conversation about what I would do?” Dean questioned with a bit of bitterness in his voice.
Sam returned his gaze to in front of him, avoiding his brother’s eyes again. “You don’t know how hard it was without you. The thought that I might not have ever been able to tell you how I really felt.” His eyes started to glaze over again with tears.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Sam.” Dean confessed while still looking at his brother, seeing the hurt on his face. “Do you have any idea how wrong incest is?”
“We already do a bunch of wrong things! Credit card scams, killing things, and even sleeping around as it is. The one thing that has been constant in my life is you. We can’t have relationships with other people considering we just pack up and leave the town!” Sam tried to explain to Dean.
Dean inhaled deeply, the breath catching in his chest a little. “I never….”
Sam glanced back up at Dean, trying to read his brother and finally understanding. “I know you haven’t.” He said gently, placing his hand over Dean’s. “It’s not so bad.”
Dean bit his bottom lip before meeting his brother’s green eyes, those eyes that used to be so innocent. “It’s just the thought of someone violating my little brother like that, bothers me more than you will ever know.”
A grin crept across Sam’s mouth as he sat up, changing his position so that he was on his knees. He leaned into Dean, whispering into his ear seductively. “Maybe I’m the one that violated them.” His hands moved to his brother’s cheeks, holding his brother’s face in his hands gently as he stared into Dean’s hazel eyes.
Unfortunately, Dean’s eyes were closed as he let out a small breath, his heart beating faster than normal. “Sam…don’t…” He managed to slip out before Sam’s moist lips pressed against his.
The air caught in Dean’s chest as he didn’t know what to do. Sam’s lips felt like liquid passion against his dry cracked lips that felt perfectly whole against Sam’s. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The only thing he could think to do was kiss his brother back, returning that liquid passion and slowly bring back to life his baby brother that had been so damaged without him during his death.
Chapter 3. What You're Afraid Of
Sometime during the middle of the night after Dean had fallen asleep, Sam was still awake and had a terrible headache. He groaned, knowing that some of it was due to the fact he had been crying from his brother’s rejection. At this point, he wished he didn’t have a headache, but bodies would be bodies. After giving up the fight to sleep and hope that it might go away, he crawled out of bed and headed towards his duffle bag. He searched through it and found a bottle of aspirin that they had just bought a couple of days ago and was unopened.
Taking the bottle with him, Sam entered the bathroom and quietly shut the door before turning on the light. He stepped in front of the sink before struggling to open the bottle of aspirin. ‘Damn. That thing is on tight,’ he thought to himself as his hands pulled at the lid. Eventually the container opened, but since he pulled on the lid so hard, pills scattered all over the floor and down the sink. Half of the bottle emptied before pills stopped flowing out of it.
Sam sighed, wondering if his night could get any worse at this point. He tipped the container into his free hand, making two aspirin fall into it before he safely put the lid back on. He neglected to pick up the pills or worry about the ones that had fallen down the sink. He popped the pills into his mouth before turning on the faucet, collecting a bit of the water in his hand, and sucking the water up with his mouth. The water helped him swallow down the pills.
After he took the aspirin, he left the bottle in the bathroom and headed back to his bed. He crawled back under the covers, still feeling emotionally wore out, but hoping his headache would go away after some time. As he laid there quietly, hearing nothing but his brother’s rhythmic breathing, he glanced over at Dean, catching a glimpse of the sleeping man he had known as his big brother. He quickly turned away, the pain from their conversation coming back.
Holding back his tears, Sam closed his eyes and focused on sleeping. After some time, the aspirin finally kicked in and numbed his headache. The pills also helped his body relax enough so that he could get a few hours of sleep.
In the morning, the sun shined through the window, hitting Dean exactly in the face. He hated it when the sun did this to him but he decided it was time to get up anyways since his bladder was full. Standing up sleepily from the bed, he staggered to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He slid himself out of his boxers, aiming into the toilet bowl to relieve the pressure on his bladder. As his eyes started to wake up, he glanced down, seeing the pills all over the floor.
Dean quickly finished his business and turned to the sink, seeing the bottle of pills at the edge. He opened it, seeing that more than half of the bottle was gone. His heart raced in fear, his first thought was that Sam had overdosed after their conversation last night. Without even taking another idea into consideration, he clutched the bottle tightly and ran over to Sam’s bed.
Grabbing Sam abruptly, Dean shook his brother frantically. “SAM!” He shouted in complete fear.
Sam groaned and looked at his brother. “What? What is it? What happened?” He questioned, still trying to wake up after being rudely awoken.
Dean let him go and held the bottle in Sam’s view. “What did you do?!” Dean shouted at him, accusing him of something that wasn’t clear in Sam’s mind.
Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You damn well know what I mean!” Dean shouted, getting angry at Sam for no apparent reason.
“Actually, I don’t so maybe you should tell me what you’re accusing me off.” Sam stated calmly, not letting his brother’s current upset faze him.
“Did you overdose on these pills?” Dean finally spat out, calming down a bit but looking dead serious as if he were waiting for the worst response he could ever receive.
Sam avoided his brother’s eyes as he responded. “I had a headache and only took two aspirin. I had a hard time opening the bottle and the pills spilled everywhere.” He said softly, almost in a whisper as he just stared at the blanket in front of him that was covering his body.
“Oh.” Was all that came from Dean’s mouth. He sat on the edge of Sam’s bed and let out a deep breath that he had been holding in.
“I’m surprised you even care.” Sam mumbled to himself, not meaning for it to actually be heard.
Dean turned his head and looked at his brother sincerely. “Of course I care. You’re still my brother Sam,” he stated with care in his voice. “I don’t know what would happen if I lost you.”
Sam huffed at him before finding Dean’s eyes with his own. “You would move on and get over it, find some chick, and bone her senseless. It’s what you usually do.”
“I fucking sold my soul for your damn life and you want to have a theoretical conversation about what I would do?” Dean questioned with a bit of bitterness in his voice.
Sam returned his gaze to in front of him, avoiding his brother’s eyes again. “You don’t know how hard it was without you. The thought that I might not have ever been able to tell you how I really felt.” His eyes started to glaze over again with tears.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Sam.” Dean confessed while still looking at his brother, seeing the hurt on his face. “Do you have any idea how wrong incest is?”
“We already do a bunch of wrong things! Credit card scams, killing things, and even sleeping around as it is. The one thing that has been constant in my life is you. We can’t have relationships with other people considering we just pack up and leave the town!” Sam tried to explain to Dean.
Dean inhaled deeply, the breath catching in his chest a little. “I never….”
Sam glanced back up at Dean, trying to read his brother and finally understanding. “I know you haven’t.” He said gently, placing his hand over Dean’s. “It’s not so bad.”
Dean bit his bottom lip before meeting his brother’s green eyes, those eyes that used to be so innocent. “It’s just the thought of someone violating my little brother like that, bothers me more than you will ever know.”
A grin crept across Sam’s mouth as he sat up, changing his position so that he was on his knees. He leaned into Dean, whispering into his ear seductively. “Maybe I’m the one that violated them.” His hands moved to his brother’s cheeks, holding his brother’s face in his hands gently as he stared into Dean’s hazel eyes.
Unfortunately, Dean’s eyes were closed as he let out a small breath, his heart beating faster than normal. “Sam…don’t…” He managed to slip out before Sam’s moist lips pressed against his.
The air caught in Dean’s chest as he didn’t know what to do. Sam’s lips felt like liquid passion against his dry cracked lips that felt perfectly whole against Sam’s. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The only thing he could think to do was kiss his brother back, returning that liquid passion and slowly bring back to life his baby brother that had been so damaged without him during his death.