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Written for @wincestwritingchallenge Round 11: Songs

Prompt: Well Respected Man, The Kooks

Pairing: Wincest (Swesson)

Partner: @ilostmyshoe-79

Rating: E/NC17

Summary: Dean Smith hated mess, and Sam Wesson was definitely a mess.

On A03

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Dean Smith hated mess, and Sam Wesson was definitely a mess.

He looked neat enough on the surface, the smooth lines of the hideous yellow shirt lining up with well-fitting pants, always clean and tidy; but Dean could tell that mess lurked just under the surface.

His hands always linger too close to hair that looks just ruffled; papers spill out of his satchel at the slightest provocation, and he always has an air of being not quite on time.

But the biggest potential mess is the upheaval Dean knows that Sam could wreak in his own life; there’s just something about Sam that draws Dean in. Dean’s used to easy, efficient one night stands or well-communicated casual arrangements where both parties are aware of the highly-defined boundaries; but Sam Wesson makes him want to throw that all away and take the kind of chances he’s never succumbed to in his entire life.

Dean tries to analyse it, of course (that’s what he does best). Is it Sam’s ridiculously floppy, pullable hair? Is it the long legs that power through the office on their way to no-doubt-crucial IT call outs? Is it the breadth of his shoulders straining under the ridiculous yellow tshirt?

Dean’s forced to admit, after an evening thinking it through while on his treadmill, that it is all and none of those things. Sam’s allure is all and none of those things; more worryingly it’s the dimples at the corner of Sam’s mouth that one time Dean made him smile; it’s the endearingly earnest way that Sam tries to convince Dean of things; and the fact that Sam seems to be waiting for him at the elevator every evening.

Dean’s unused to feelings like this, and it makes him deeply uncomfortable.

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