Amusement

Written for a drabble response by
Flynn_boyant. 
Request: "Kind of in the mood for some darkclass=GramE>!Wincest fic. And you know
I've never seen a fic where both of them go class=SpellE>darkside at the same time!"

Amusement

The blood was already drying,
shedding off their skin as they moved against each other, mouths locked in a
savage kiss offset by the grins they were trying to suppress. They had killed
Lilith, Sam trapping her in the body she possessed with his powers while Dean
plunged Ruby's knife in her back, straight through her heart.

Bodies littered the room, the
hostages Lilith had tried to use against them. They had killed them all first,
taken out her human shields as the cannon fodder they were. It had been so
easy, despite what Dean had told Sam, he still thought it would have taken more
work, or caused him more emotional pain than it did.

But Dean was right, as he tended
to be, and all that time in Hell had taught him that humans were disposable. It
wasn't hard to convince the Sam he had come back to (the wild Sam who class=GramE>Hunted anything he could find) that he should give it a try.
Nothing mattered but the two of them, everything else existed for their
amusement.

Dean slammed Sam back against the
nearest wall, kicking aside the limp form of a child with his foot. He had
fantasized about this, in the few moments he had to actually think while in
Hell, had remembered all the little looks and touches his brother had given
him, all the little indications of something neither would confess to. But Sam
wasn't human, not wholly, and Dean realized holding him to those standards was
only causing them both pain (he wasn't human, not entirely, anymore--Hell had
done something to him, the attention of so many demons over such a short period
of time had twisted him--he could understand Sam
better, now).

They could continue hunting, they
knew, could wipe out anything that they didn't like. Or they could fulfill
Sam's destiny, have the whole world to themselves. It was too tempting an offer
to resist, now that they felt the slide of fresh blood on their bodies, the
warmth of a dying person under their hands. This was what they had always been
meant for, everyone else, their father, Jessica, Missouri, had just been holding
them back, scared of their potential.