Written for @immortalwriter’s Wincest AU challenge. My AU was amnesia, so I had to ask, what if Dean didn’t get better from the witch’s curse but he didn’t get worse? A lot of angst and a desperate little brother, that’s what.
A/N: For @nisaki-chan thanks for your support! And to @soy-em for her thoughts when I got stuck in a giant pool of angst.
Tags: amnesiac!dean, protective!sam, sam pov, attempted sexual assault, mutual masturbation, angst with a happy ending
Pairing: Wincest | Rating: Explicit | Wordcount: 4,947 | Link to AO3
“Sweet ride.”
Sam glanced away from the road to look at Dean’s fingers as they caressed the top of the Impala’s dash. “Yeah, it is.”
“She is,” Dean corrected him. “Cars like this have a soul.”
Sam’s hand tightened on the steering wheel and he gave a small smile. “So I’ve been told.”
Looking back at the road, he waited.
“Can I drive her?” Dean asked, twisting the bracket on his wrist. The shiny metal tag on the jewelry glinted in the late afternoon sun and Sam could see the lettering – DEAN.
“Sorry, Dean, not today.”
He popped in Dad’s old Led Zeppelin IV cassette tape and as the opening chords of Black Dog started, Dean nodded along, drumming his fingers on the black leather.
Tag: ahhh
It’s normal for them, these days, to allow their
fingers to twine when they’re in public. It finally comes naturally, after all
these years of hiding, to give each other a small kiss in the line at the gas
station; to ask for a king sized bed without blinking.It’s just.
It’s just that sometimes, Sam can’t help hearing the
whispers behind them. The dirty looks they’re thrown in bars, when a rosy
cheeked Sam places a peck on Dean’s cheek. Sam feels their disapproval in his bones, and for someone like Sam who’s
spent his life yearning for normalcy but never conquered it, it hurts.That’s when Dean turns to Sam and places one hand at
Sam’s neck. It feels warm and safe when Dean pulls Sam’s face down, fiercely protective,
and whispers: “Don’t listen to them. I’ve got you, Sammy. We’re good, OK? I
love you.”Sam kisses Dean. It feels so simple, so lovely; and
Sam thinks, Perhaps normalcy is subjective.
I was alone with my brother;
we lay in the dark,
breathing
together,
the deepest intimacy.
Louise Glück, from the title poem of Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems.
(via all-these-formalities)
The thing that finally sets Sam off, the thing that makes him lose his mind once an for all and bodily attack his older brother, is so innocuous as to not be believed.
Sam has seen Dean looking like many things. Sex god, that’s one of his favorites, with the boots and the jeans that hug his ass and bow legs just right. Hair spiked up and leather jacket with the collar turned up. That one usually comes with a smirk on his handsome face and it can make anyone want him.
He’s seen the scrub too. Laundry day, with the blood stained and ripped sweats, yellow tee shirt that used to be white.
He’s seen Dean mostly naked, water dripping from the tips of his hair down his back and chest, tiny motel towel tucked around his waist. That one still melts Sam’s brain enough that he couldn’t function to do anything.
No, what makes him snap is so domestic that it makes his heart squeeze.
He’s been up for a while, checking out the local news to see if there’s a case; much as he loves his time with Dean in the Impala, they both need to stay close to the bunker right now.
Dean shuffles into the kitchen in search of coffee. His hair’s a mess, flat on one side and standing up straight on the other. He’s wearing a rumpled but clean white tee shirt, tucked up on one side, like he’d been itching his hip and forgotten to pull it back down. His legs and feet were bare and he was wearing the oldest, most shapeless pair of boxers sam had ever seen. The patter was faded off the cotton, and they were so thin that sam could see the outline of deans soft dick to the left of the seam.
And it broke Sam’s brain.
He was up off his chair before his brain could process the actions of his body. He placed himself in Dean’s path and when those green eyes opened fully and looked up at him, he palmed the side of Dean’s face and kissed him, morning breath and all.
“Finally.” Dean breathed with a smile. “Back to bed?”
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