“I Remember The Way We Touched.”
This is a VERY GRAPHIC Wincest, Sam/Dean. There is also Dean/Castiel and even Dean/Castiel/Sam. But please read, it's a very good story too! This is set in season 4 somewhere. VERY graphic sex scenes and strong language. Please write a review! I hope you enjoy it!
A guy, Josh, is walking down a dark street at night to his house from the store. He starts to pull his keys out of his pocket as he walks up his front stairs to his house. He hears something suddenly. “Who’s there?” he says, but nobody replies. Josh was scared; ‘this isn’t happening,’ he thinks to himself. Then Josh hears a creak on his porch. He looked all around and walked quietly and quickly to his door and raddled his keys trying to get the right key. His hands were shaking. He got the key in the hole but it wouldn’t turn. Josh kept trying and then he heard something behind him and looked. Nothing was there. He kept hearing creaking all around on his porch. He banged on the door and kept trying to turn the key. Josh took the key out and ran to his car. His automatic unlock wasn’t working. He heard something coming down his front porch stairs behind him. He looked but nothing was there. He started to cry as he put his car key into the lock but it wouldn’t turn. Josh tried hitting the panic button but that didn’t work. “HELP!!!!” he screamed. He looked all around him. The porch was still creaking, so Josh backed up into his car, causing the panic to go off, scaring the hell out of him. Josh jumped away but fell to the ground, face first. Someone picked him up. He screamed but it was just his best friend and next door neighbor Jason. “Jason?” “Yeah dude, are you ok? I heard you scream help and then your car alarm went off. Your face is bleeding badly. Let’s get you inside.” Josh and Jason went into Jason’s house. Jason cleaned off Josh’s face. “Thanks,” Josh said. “It was horrible, I kept hearing creaking and weird sounds and none of the keys would fit into anything.” “Maybe because you’re gay and your key only belongs in a man’s ass,” Jason said. ‘What?’ Josh thought. ‘He had strong feelings for Jason but he hadn’t told anyone, it seemed too hard.’ “But maybe when it’s wrong you should just force it in,” Jason said and stabbed Josh’s groin with a knife. “You deserve to die.” Jason said and those were the last words Josh heard. SUPERNATURAL “Hey Sammy,” Dean said as he got into the Impala after getting snacks. “Find anything about Josh Hion?” “Well not much that’s new,” Sam said. “His best friend Jason killed him in Jason’s house. Jason is in jail and told everyone that the last thing he remembers is Josh saying he heard weird sounds, creaking, and none of his keys would fit into anything. Jason doesn’t remember anything after that, and finds himself in prison the next day.” “So do you think a demon might have possessed Jason to kill his best friend?” Dean asked. “Maybe, but I think there’s more. Jason said that Josh said he heard creaking and weird noises before Jason got to him. So maybe something was about to kill Josh, but Jason saved him? The demon might have finished the job as Jason.” Sam said. “Well you know the first thing we need to do, is talk to Jason. Hopefully he didn’t bring the hockey mask.” Dean smiled and waited for Sam to laugh, but it never came. LATER AT THE JAIL “I don’t know anything other then what I already told the other cops and detectives.” Jason said. “I cleaned his face off for him, he told me he heard weird noises and creaking before and none of the keys would fit. Then I woke up in this prison. And my best friend was dead and I was being accused of killing him. I can’t believe he’s gone. I would never kill him. I loved him.” “We believe you. Were there any secrets you two kept from each other?” Dean asked. “Nope, we told each other everything. And I would never have judged him no matter what he told me. I mean for the last few weeks he was weird, like he wanted to tell me something.” “What happened a few weeks ago that changed things?” Sam asked. “Nothing, I mean the day after we were at a new bar and some punks called us fags, it changed. You don’t think he was being distant because he didn’t want people to think we are gay?” “Um, not sure. I mean if you guys told each other everything, then there should be no judging. Did either of you think you were gay?” Sam asked. “You can tell us, Sam has been hiding in the closet for a while.” Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. “Well no, I mean we were drunk that night and we accidentally brushed lips. And since then we never talked about it and it’s been weird. Not as much for me just cause it was innocent, but he seemed sadder seeing me since then.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Dean asked. “Detective, I don’t see what that has to do with this. Actually I don’t see what the gay kiss has to do with it.” “Just answer the question.” “I’ve had the same girlfriend for about a month, yes.” “What about him?” Sam asked. “He hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while.” “Did you ever think that he was gay?” “What?! Ok I think I’ve had enough. Let me tell you the important thing, I didn’t kill my best friend. And if he was gay, I wouldn’t kill him or like him less, even if he was pulling away because of it. I wouldn’t have killed him. I’m not a killer. And if he was pulling away, I would tell him that we could just forget about the incident and I’ll just ignore anything else accidental, like trying to rub his legs on mine when I was washing his face off.” “Whoa, I think Josh was gay. I don’t think rubbing his legs on you was an accident. I think he was in love with you.” Sam said. “What?! Well, I still didn’t kill him, and I loved him just the same.” Jason said. “We believe that you didn’t kill him.” Dean said. “That’s about all we need, have a nice day.” “Ok, but I’m in a prison.” Jason said as Dean and Sam left. “So do you think it’s a spirit of a homophobe?” Sam asked as they left the jail. “Well if it is, you must be somewhere on his hit list.” Dean said and laughed. “Ha-ha, very funny Dean. But anyways, if it was a ghost he must be pretty sly to have been able to frame Jason.” “Yeah but it’s not impossible. Let’s go check out the crime scene for any other evidence.” Dean said. THE CRIME SCENE; JASON’S HOUSE “Dean, I found something.” Sam said holding up sulfur on his finger. “A demon had something to do with this.” “So I guess not a spirit. Maybe a prejudice demon, a homophobic demon to be specific. Josh was struggling with his sexuality so the homophobic demon killed him, using his best friend’s body for some reason. Do some research on any other similar scenarios in the past.” Dean said. (Sam goes to the car for his laptop.) “Last year, a boy who had just come out to his parents was killed… by his parents. Two years ago, a kind of similar thing happened; two boys were kissing and witnesses say out of nowhere both of the boys’ fathers started stabbing their sons. All those parents are in jail in town, so we should go talk to them.” “Sounds good Sammy.” Dean said. (At the jail, with the dad of the first gay murder victim that Sam mentioned) “I would never kill my son, but the evidence pointed to me and my wife. How could we do that? We weren’t to mad that he was gay; I mean we weren’t in love with the idea but we loved him just the same. The last thing both my wife and I remember is him telling us that he likes boys. Then we woke up in jail, everyone thinking we killed him,” The father said and started to cry. “We believe you sir.” Dean said. “Wait, what? Nobody believes me.” “We know, but something different is going on around here. Your case has correlations with other cases that have happened within the last couple of years,” Sam said. “What do you mean different? Like someone is coming into these families, killing the gay sons, and framing the parents?” “Um, not someone, something. I know we sound crazy.” “Crazy? Yeah, you do sound crazy, but I have waited a long time for someone to believe me. So I’m willing to believe you. Are you saying a ghost or some creature did this?” “That’s exactly what we are saying.” (Sam and Dean went to the other parents who allegedly killed their sons shortly after.) “All similar stories, and they don’t remember anything about killing their sons, just waking up in jail.” Dean said. “So, it’s definitely a homophobic demon.” Sam said. “Yeah, now we just have to find the straight son of a bitch and send it back to hell.” Dean said. “Well, we should send it back to hell, because if it possesses a body, we would damage or kill an innocent person. So the demon possesses the body of someone around the gay targets and kills them.” “Well it seems to always be a loved one. Jason, the best friend, the parents.” Dean said. “Yeah, pushing it into their minds that being gay isn’t right and your closest family and friends won’t even accept it. But why kill them for being gay, their dead by the time the demon spreads his point across, so it’s too late to push anything into their heads.” “Well maybe it’s just to get rid of gay people, but this only seems to be guys.” “Here, I found something else; 17 years ago a boy killed himself because after he came out to his parents and his best friends he felt like they hated him now. That’s what he wrote in his suicide letter.” Sam said. “Wow, but why did it only happen then, and now begin again a couple years ago?” “I don’t know Dean. The boy was 15 years old… wait that’s funny, well not funny but you know what I mean. The boy was 15 when he died, 15 years later, which was 2 years ago, things like this started happening.” “So what if it’s this kid coming back 15 years later to kill gays? But why would he want to kill gays if he was gay? Wouldn’t he want to help them?” “You would think, but he died in a gruesome way so he could have become a vengeful spirit. Hell bent on killing gay men for some reason.” Sam said. “How gruesome was his death?” “He went up to his roof, seemingly blew his arms off using his feet so he couldn’t catch himself, and just fell. We should go check out his parents, they still live here. The Bowden’s.” Sam said. (At the Bowden’s) “Mrs. Bowden?” Dean asked as a woman opened the door. “Yes, why?” “I’m detective Bryers and this is detective McFlayter, we would like to talk to you about your son, Drake. There has been some occurrences in the past couple years that may have something to do with your son’s suicide.” Dean said as they held up their badges. “I’m not in the mood to talk about my son. He died 17 years ago; can we leave it at that? But let me just tell you I loved my son so much, and contrary to his belief, I didn’t love him any less after he came out. It just took us by surprise. We could have helped more, and now we want to help anyone that is struggling with it, and we want to let them know that it’s ok.” Mrs. Bowden said. “That’s great, because Sammy boy and I have been struggling with this for 8 years.” Dean said and smacked Sam’s butt. “We love each other but we still have a hard time getting people to accept us.” Dean said and looked at Sam smiling, Sam faked a smile back. “Isn’t that right Sammy.” Dean said and hugged Sam and kissed him on the cheek. “Yes. But I still love you no matter what they say.” Sam said and kissed Dean on the forehead. “Aww, come on in.” Ms. Bowden said. “I’ll get Mr. Bowden.” She said and left the living room. “Wait so we are gay? That’s how bad we wanted to talk to them?” Sam asked. “That’s not all I want bad Sammy.” Dean said mockingly and looked at Sam with flirty eyes. Sam just stared up uncomfortably. “Oh c’mon, don’t act like you haven’t had sex dreams about me, everybody has.” “Oh sorry Dean, I don’t want to have sex with my brother. It’s… incest.” “Better yet it’s Wincest.” Dean said and chuckled. “Who could be against a little Wincest if it’s helping the case?” “Me… Even though Wincest is a cool play on words.” Sam said. “But still, can we please not be too touchy-touchy?” “Sorry Sam.” Dean said and hopped on Sam laying him back on the couch and making out with him. Sam, surprised, opened his eyes wide. Then closed them as his brother’s tongue was wiggling on his tongue. “We are here.” Mr. Bowden said. Sam and Dean sat up. “I’m sorry sir. It’s just so nice to be in a house where we are fully accepted.” Dean said. “Yeah, thank you so much.” Sam said. “Of course boys. You know what, I’m not going to lie, these cases in the past two years have made me think that it has something to do with our son. I mean after 5 we started thinking, what is going on?” Mr. Bowden said. “Wait, I’m sorry, 5?” Dean said and put his hand on Sam’s knee. “Well, there is more than 5, but a lot of them were not made public. I don’t know who wanted them covered up the most and why, but a lot of similar stories were heard around town. At least a dozen within the past couple of years.” “Wow.” Dean said as he moved his hand up Sam’s leg towards his crotch. Sam put his hand on Dean’s to stop it but kept it there for show. (After a little longer, they left the Bowden’s.) “Ok, dude, before we do anything else with the case, I want to go to the motel and take a long hot shower. And no, you’re not invited.” Sam said. “Hey, I didn’t want to do that anymore then you did. But that seemed to be the only way to get in the house, and while we didn’t get as much useful info as I wanted, we still know there were a lot more cases like this so it was worth it.” “Well you didn’t have to touch my knee and then try to grab my dick dude, I’m pretty sure they got the picture when they saw us laying down making out on their couch, which wasn’t even necessary.” “Dude, like I said, I hated it too. I’m sorry. Hopefully we won’t have to do that again.” Dean said. “Hopefully!? No Dean, we are never doing anything like that again no matter what. I love you man, but not like that.” “Well no comment on that.” Sam knew Dean loved him even though he didn’t say it then. “But…” “Not buts.” Sam realized he just said no buts and it had two meanings. Sam laughed for a second. Dean laughed too. “Ok, but don’t pretend like that wasn’t the best kiss you’ve ever gotten.” “Seriously though, quit joking about it, it’s illegal.” “And fake credit cards, breaking and entering et cetera isn’t?” Dean asked. “But I don’t want to have sex with you.” Sam yelled. Suddenly Dean and Sam went quickly for each other’s lips. They were making out passionately. And groping each other. They both moaned passionately. Dean got in the driver’s seat of the Impala. Sam sat on him facing him and making out with him and licking his lips. Sam moaned as he felt Dean’s clothed dick erecting against his butt. They kept making out. Then Sam climbed off Dean to the passenger seat, still making out with him. After several seconds Sam stopped so Dean could drive to the motel.
