Just a quick note before you start reading, everything from 7:00 to 8:00 isn't actually mine. It's from another fanfiction and I decided to take the story in a different direction. 7:00 to 8:00 is sort of, informing you what has gone on before my part of the story. I didn't steal it or anything though, I did ask permission from the authoress (I think that's a real word...) and everything, and she said it was okay so y'know, it's all cool :) It's from chapter 19 of Twenty Questions by Poestheblackcat. Which by the way is a brilliant story, which I recommend you all go and read. As always R'n'R and let me know what you think :)

7:00 pm

Sam had been thumbing for several hours through the books that were basically a very detailed biography of their lives, when he surfaced and had a question for his brother ready on his lips, just like always. "Hey Dean? Theoretical question. If the fans of these Supernatural books knew our real last names, what do you think they'd call us?"

Dean glanced up from his own paperback novel. "Uh, Dean and Sam. The Winchester brothers? Duh." He rolled his eyes. Dumbass question.

Sam shook his hair out of his eyes. "No, I mean the pairing. Like Sam-slash-Dean," he said earnestly, referencing the preferred pairing of apparently hundreds of fans of the Supernatural books.

Dean grimaced. "Again, ew. Gross! That's—that is just wrong. You should not be thinking about stuff like that. That's—that's like, incest, man! No, it isn't 'like incest;' it is incest."

Sam beamed at him. Not good, Dean thought. So not good. "That's it!" Sam said with a bright grin.

Dean eyed his excited brother warily. "What?"

Sam uttered his next word as if it was the sacred word of God. "Wincest."

Dean's face contorted into an expression he didn't even know he could make. "Ohmygawdkillmenow." He glanced upwards, addressing a God that he'd started to believe in only this year. "On second thoughts, don't. 'Cause you might just send some dick angels to do it and that would suck worse than the actual dying part. And I might end up in hell again which might kind of increase the amount of suckage; no, never mind the 'might kind of' part. It would really raise the suckage meter, and…"

Sam lifted a brow at his rambling brother. "Dean. Dude."

"I mean, really?" Dean suddenly exploded at him, indignant. "Wincest? That the best you can do?"

"Uh yeah," Sam said, now more amused than anything. "You think of a better one then."

Dean's mouth worked as he tried to think of a name to one-up his brother's, then realized—

"Grosssss! You're trying to trick me into thinking of something to call your sick fantasy. Twisted, Sammy. Quit it," he raged, off of the bed now and waving his fists in the air to punctuate his point. "It's nasty, that's what it is. I am not playing along. I've always said that I will try anything, but ass-stick my brother? No way, no how. Ever."

He glared at Sam, daring him to try to seduce him. He'd kick his ass. And then he'd kick the asses of all those fangirls for putting the thought in Sam's ginormo head. And then he'd drink himself into oblivion. In that order. And then he'd kick this Carver Edlund dude's ass for the heck of it. Nosy freak.

"I didn't say I wanted to do it," Sam said thorough his titillation at his crimson-cheeked brother's outburst. "Just wondered, theoretically, what it would be called. That's all. I don't want to actually do any of this stuff." A wicked gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes. "I mean, unless you want to. And by the way, you're usually bottom."

Dean actually looked shocked before bursting out with, "Sammy, gross. I'm going out for a drink. And then, I'm going to pick up a willing girl to have sex with. When I come back, I better not find you jerking off to Sam-slash-Dean fantasies." A blushing Dean stormed off, muttering something like, "People are so twisted."

If it was true that laughing extends your life, Sam would live to be a hundred and forty. He'd forgotten how much fun it was to pull Dean's leg. He let loose another full-bellied laugh before turning to his laptop and searching for Supernatural bromance fanfiction, still chuckling. What? Some of them were actually pretty good. In a…disturbing kind of way.

8:00 pm

Dean was still muttering to himself halfway down the street, refusing to admit that the thought of... Wincest... had actually made him blush, because as everyone knows Dean Winchester never blushes.

"Ew, that's totally gross, who actually sits there and imagines someone doing it with their brother? I mean EW!"

Even though Sam was clearly still in the motel Dean could hear him laughing at him.

"Dude, who are you trying to convince here? Me or you?"

"Shut it Sammy! It's gross! Why would I need to convince myself that it's gross?"

"You tell me. This entire conversation is a figment of your imagination so obviously somewhere in that noggin of yours you think that you need convincing."

"No. What I need is a drink. Now leave me alone."

"Suit yourself Dea..."

Dean looked up and realised he was at the bar. Ignoring the weird looks coming from the people who had just witnessed him talking to himself he headed inside, planning to get completely wasted and forget all about the stupid Wincest thing and the irritating other Sammy in his head making fun of him.

Back in the motel Sam was sitting at his laptop reading Supernatural slash fics and occasionally giggling at the image of Dean's face when he had stormed out before. He had actually blushed! He was not going to live this down... like ever.

Making Dean freak out wasn't the only reason Sam had brought up the matter of Wincest however. He had wanted to see what Dean thought of the whole idea. Sam had been thinking of Dean like... that... for a while now.

It was all Dean's fault. Dean and his stupid stunning face and his stupid perfect body and his stupid subtle compassionateness and his stupid... stupid... Dean-ness.

If Dean wasn't so goddamn perfect then Sam would have to be in love with him.

Dean scarlet face when the subject of Wincest could have meant one of two things; either that the subject completely grossed him out and he didn't even want to think about anything like that, or, and this was the meaning that Sam hoped was true, it could mean that he's quite into the idea but he's embarrassed about it.

Dean really wasn't the type for open emotional communication, or as he referred to it, chick-flick moments. Dean liked to think that he was like that because he 'wasn't a big emo girl like you Sammy', but Sam knew that deep down Dean was just shy. Yes, Dean Winchester, shy.

Dean'd never in a million years admit that he was shy, but it was glaringly obvious. The avoidance of discussing his feelings was because he was actually scared that he'd get laughed at or rejected. Better to reject than be rejected right?

If Sam made the first move then Dean wouldn't need to be worried about rejection and then he'd see that they were meant to be, wouldn't he?

Sam was still terrified that maybe Dean's red face was because he was totally grossed out by the idea of him and Sam being together. If Sam tried to kiss Dean or something and Dean didn't feel the same way then that could completely ruin everything.

Dean'd freak out and leave and then Sam'd be alone. Sam couldn't bear the idea of life without Dean. Life without Dean just wouldn't be life at all.

Sam curled up on the couch and turned on the TV.

I should just try and forget about it. I mean it's not like anything's gonna happen. I might not be normal, but he is. He's not gonna wanna do anything with me. He doesn't love me the same way I do and that's the end of it. ...But I wish that wasn't the end of it... Gah! Why do I have to feel like this? It's not fair!

12:00 am

Having gotten sufficiently wasted, Dean staggered as quietly as he could through the door of the motel.

Oh my God he's so cute! Why? Why does he insist on being cute?!

Sam was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. He'd tried to sit up until Dean got back but he was just too tired.

Dean walked over to the sofa and sat on the floor in front of it, just watching Sam sleep.

So damn pretty. Far too pretty to even consider going for someone like me. I wish I was good enough for you Sammy. I wish you liked me the same way I like you. I wish you knew.

He sighed, still gazing at Sam. Although he didn't need to, every inch of Sam's face was already engraved into his heart. Even though Sam's eyes were closed Dean could see perfectly his hazel eyes.

Dean couldn't resist it any more,

he's asleep, he'll never know,

his drunken logic told him. He gently brushed Sam's cheek and leaned in and kissed him. Dean immediately sobered when his and Sam's lips touched.

Oh well, there's no turning back now...

It was at this moment that Sam decided to wake up. After taking a few seconds to figure out what was actually going on, he slowly brought the hand he wasn't lying on up to cup Dean's cheek and pull him closer.

It was everything both of them had ever dreamed of and more. The kiss lasted for at least a minute. It was soft, gentle, loving and shy.

When they finally broke apart they looked into each other's eyes, as if asking whether this was okay.

After what seemed like an eternity the silence was finally broken.

"I guess this Wincest stuff isn't as bad as I thought."

Sam grinned.

"I knew you'd come round to the idea Dea."

"I love you Sammy."

"I love you too Dea."

End.

What do you think of the ending? I played around with it a few times and that was the best version I think. I was quite keen on the idea of Dean being the first one to say 'I love you', seeing as he's not the most emotional one of the pair, and it's a little bit unexpected for him to be the first one to bare his feelings. R'n'R and let me know what you think.

Toast x