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Wincest: I'm Your Home *Dean Winchester POV I watch you, Your back, your spine, As you turn and walk in the other direction. I think about you, That day after, When I realize you have left again. Sammy, why do you make it so hard? I watch you, calm and collected, Face always set in the same position. Indifference. Sammy, what happened to the old days, When you would yell at me and get mad at me, For the simplest things? "No Dean, I'm not trying to hook up with a girl." "Yes Dean, I know what Dad would say." "No Dean, I'm at the library doing research you're supposed to be doing." I miss those times, When I knew for sure you wouldn

Title: An Escape So Sweet Author: D.R. Ward Date: 3-3-14 Age: 14 Pairing: Wincest!(DeanxSam), Teen!cest, Dean 19, Sam 15. Word Count: 2,601 Summary: Samuel Winchester walked into the hotel room soaked to the core and absolutely torn. Dean didn't know why Sammy was acting this way - he had never done so before - so Dean had best interests in investigating it. Because, of course, Sammy was everything to him, and when Sam was upset, so was he. In the end, he got a lot more than what he bargained for. An Escape So Sweet POV: Third Person Omniscient to Dean Winchester "Sam? Hey, man, I ha - shit. What's wrong? Sammy?" Dean Winchester aske

Prompt: Jealousy Summary: When Sam Winchester says "I'm not interested", take it to heart. Rating: T Warnings: Dean being overprotective and jealous, PDA "Hey there hot stuff." Sam blinked, then blinked again, then blinked a third time in utter shock. Usually, Dean was the one getting hit on a picked up by every girl in the whole bar not him. So, if that was true, then why was there a pretty blond girl leaned against the table, breasts practically falling out of her shirt, smiling at him. "Uhm….Hello?" he said, still a little shocked. Her smile widened. "What's a handsome guy like yourself doing sitting over here in corner read

Fingers brushed summer-cinnamon skin and Sam traced the swirl of ink that spiraled around his brother's bicep. Midnight against tan; a ring of small, intricate coils that stretched each time muscle rippled beneath flesh. "What are you doing, Sammy?" His voice was a mumble; sleep-drugged and as heavy as the warm Florida air. "Playing." It took Sam back to the days of their childhood when Dean could pretend that everything was all right. He would read him children's books, on places as far away as Iceland or as close to home as Kansas, and then they would sneak into the backyard of whatever ramshackle hotel their father had shipped them to a

Dean panted, heaving a dazed and moaning Sam over his shoulder, trying to get to the Impala as fast as possible. "Dean…" Sam gasped. "Yeah?" "I think the Apocalypse is coming again." "Sam-" "No, really. And Lucifer…he decided to make Cas a-and Gabe lusting for us and-" "You're hallucinating. Cas is just…confused, that's all." Dean said, not really knowing why exactly he was defending the angel who had oddly enough convinced him to have sex with not only him, but Sam too. "Dean, you don't understand. I feel like I was bad touched." "Cried like it, too. When I said that Sam Winchester cries during sex, I had no idea I was

Castiel was talking about Wincest and Destiel slash. And then he remembered nothing. Dean awoke with that sickening image in his head from Castiel's slashathon from the night before. He didn't remember what happened after Castiel described Wincest. And he was kind of glad. He really didn't want to know. He sighed heavily and felt a little surprised when he didn't feel a headache. Didn't he get drunk last night? That would explain how it was blank. "Hello, Dean." a voice said. Dean's eyes widened. "Go to hell, Cas." But then he realized something. Didn't he have clothes on last night? And why did Cas's voice seem so close? Oh, shit. He t

The sky was completely dark, stars twinkling softly. Castiel stared at them, feeling the stress of the Apocalypse situation melt away. He was leaning against the Impala, hands in his lap, with Dean next to him, who was also looking at the sky. "I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its…peaceful." Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly. Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well. "Well, I do, its just that…the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like yo

Sam and Dean trudged back home- into a frightfully dull motel room with chipping grey paint clinging to the old beaten up walls. Sam was tired and sore from the demon-hunt. He collapsed on his bed, which made the steel springs shriek as a puff of dust and smoke exploded from the dingy bedspread. "I'm going out, I need some air," Dean directed at Sam, who was already fast asleep. Dean walked out of the room and was greeted by a cool wisp of wind as he shut the creaking door as quietly as he could. He turned around and was startled by who he saw. Cas. "Cas, where has your feathery angel ass been?!" "Hello, Dean," Castiel replied in a hushed

Castiel stayed with Sam and Dean in their usual run-of-the-mill crap motel while he was human. He slept on the overly stained grey couch while the boys slept in the two queen-sized beds. It was early in morning, and the three were about to meet up with Bobby to go on a hunt. Cas had taken his tie off before he went to sleep, for it was a bit tight and kind of strangling him. Dean slept in while Sam went to grab everyone breakfast at the diner down the street. Cas woke up and just stared at the untied tie in his hand. He went over to Dean and whispered,"Dean. Dean. I don't know how to tie a tie." Dean's glassy eyes fluttered open and he saw