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Dean closed his eyes, stretching his arms out above his head, the motel room sheets sliding down his bare chest. He sighed, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He turned his head, the clock at his bedside reading three twenty-six. AM. He groaned, turning onto his side and away from the clock, and was startled by his younger brother kneeling beside the bed. Sam's big hazel eyes stared at him from behind scruffy bangs.
"Dean," he whispered, "I'm scared."
Dean sat up, his brow furrowed with concern, "Sam, what--" He didn't get far in his sentence before Sam had slid into bed with him, his arms sliding around Dean's waist.
"Please, Dean." He whimpered, "I had another nightmare. They won't stop dying, Dean. Jess, Dad, Mom... I can't get away from it."
Dean found himself lying down and wrapping his strong arms around his brother, closing his eyes and letting his lips brush across Sam's forehead, "Shh..." he whispered, "It's okay, Sammy. I'm here.." He pulled the younger boy closer, forgetting about all the social boundaries between them, only thinking of the warmth and comfort he felt. Sam leaned up ever so slightly, his lips finding Dean's for one passionate moment before they nestled together, closed their eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
"Dean," he whispered, "I'm scared."
Dean sat up, his brow furrowed with concern, "Sam, what--" He didn't get far in his sentence before Sam had slid into bed with him, his arms sliding around Dean's waist.
"Please, Dean." He whimpered, "I had another nightmare. They won't stop dying, Dean. Jess, Dad, Mom... I can't get away from it."
Dean found himself lying down and wrapping his strong arms around his brother, closing his eyes and letting his lips brush across Sam's forehead, "Shh..." he whispered, "It's okay, Sammy. I'm here.." He pulled the younger boy closer, forgetting about all the social boundaries between them, only thinking of the warmth and comfort he felt. Sam leaned up ever so slightly, his lips finding Dean's for one passionate moment before they nestled together, closed their eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Literature
Wincest- Camping
"Come on, Sammy, it's not that hard." Dean remarked with a laugh as his brother tried to put up the tent.
"It hates me..." Sam said "And it's Sam."
"Whatever, Sammy." Dean said, grinning. "Do you need some help?" Sam nodded slightly. Dean stepped quickly over, helping to put up the tent
~After dark~
"Sammy, what're you doing out here, it's late." Dean said "You shouldn't be out in the rain." Sam smiled.
"I just... Couldn't sleep in my tent." he said blushing. Dean smiled and waved his arm towards the door of his tent.
"Come on" he said "I don't want you out here in this weather. You could get sick." Sam paused, then stoood and walked in
Literature
Wincest: I'm Your Home
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
Literature
Short Sad Destiel Drabble
After Castiel had gotten his memories back all the feelings he felt before came rushing with. The intense love for the freckled hunter before him and pain he had felt for betraying his trust for betraying him. Along with the hurt look that he had caused to appear on his face when he found out. It all crashed down on him, making his vessels heart twinge and squeeze in agony. And now as said hunter stood before him, something happened to him for the first time in his long life. Tears poured uncontrollably out of his once bright blue eyes, he pushed away the concerned hand that reached for him, shaking his head back and forth. No. He didn't dese
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They're in the 15-18 range here. Not entirely sure... ^^ Enjoy. My first bit of writing in a long time.
Not having the greatest night. Forgive me. It was a spontaneous bit to get my mind off things.
I do not claim to own anything.
Not having the greatest night. Forgive me. It was a spontaneous bit to get my mind off things.
I do not claim to own anything.
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