Brothers in Blood

I'm not really sure why I called it that, guess it just sounded good or something...I hope you like this. It's my first Supernatural fanfiction. Woohoo! If you read any of my other stories, I'm sorry it's taking so long to update them. But I just bought the Season One Supernatural DVD set, so I've kind of been preoccupied. Sorry. Anyway, here's the story. btw, this is not a Wincest story...really, it just has lots of Wincest in it...oh just read it. You know you want to...

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. If I did...Dean and Sammy would have a hell of a lot more touching the show.

The room was dark, only a few lit candles illuminated it, casting frightening shadows on the walls and ceilings. A boy, tied up and gagged on the floor was trying to move away from the lights, and the person they illuminated. A crooked smile was clear in the dim light, as were the eyes filled with fear.

"Sammy, you know, I love you man," Dean Winchester said to his brother, who was currently freaking out by the way. "I love you, so much more than you know. Do you love me too?"

Dean bent down and took the gag away from Sam's mouth, tossing it aside. He grabbed his brother by the back of the neck and brought Sam's lips up to meet his own in a fierce kiss. As the kiss broke, Dean moved his lips to Sam's ear and whispered, "Tell me Sam, tell me that you want me as much as I want you."

"Dean, snap out of it," Sam breathed, his voice was weak and almost begging. "This isn't you. You're stronger than this Man. Please, Dean, wake up."

"I am awake Sammy. In fact I'm more awake than I've ever been in my life," Dean said biting his bottom lip, his eyes pleading his brother to feel the same way. "I love you."

"Stop saying that!" Sam cried, closing his eyes and trying to escape, trying to forget. "Dean, don't let him control you like this!"

"Shut up!" Dean ordered, the back of his hand connecting with Sam's cheek hard enough that the younger crashed to the ground. Sam rolled to his back and the candle's light reflected off of the small stream of blood running down his face from an unseen wound on his head. Dean stood up and walked over to the bed, picking up a sharp knife. "I'm sorry; I didn't want to do this. But I guess I have to. If I can't have you, no one can. This is the way it has to be Sammy. You understand though, right?"

Sam glared up at his brother as he approached with the knife, and only replied with, "It's Sam, not Sammy."

Dean frowned slightly and knelt down, pointing the knife at Sam's neck. "Right, well, goodbye Sam."

"Wake up, Sam! Damn it, wake up!"

Sam opened his eyes, jerking forward. He blinked a few times, trying to understand why he was in the car instead of a hotel room. He looked over to his left and saw his brother, Dean, looking between him and the road with a frown.

Dean. The one who had just been holding the knife to his neck.

"Dean!" Sam yelled in surprise jumping back against the car door, making the car shake slightly. Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother and said, "You alright Sam? Looked like you were having another nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Sam echoed, lost in thought. So it had only been a dream? A really weird, sick, twisted dream…but just a dream. That made him feel better, but not by much.

"Yeah, nightmare. Was it Jess again?"

Sam relaxed into the seat and let out a long breath. "No, it was nothing. Forget it."

"Okay, whatever Sammy," Dean said in reply, earning a glare from his younger brother.

"It's Sam," Sam said and shook his head, turning to now stare out the window. "Where we headed anyway? We got a new case?"

"Yeah, some guy by the name of Daniel Sorter and his little brother James have the town of Bennington, Nebraska in a bit of an uproar," Dean replied, his eyes staring in the rearview mirror at a car behind them that was a little too close to his Impala for comfort.

"What happened?" Sam asked, trying to get his dreams out of his thoughts to concentrate. There was no way it was one of those premonitions he sometimes had, right? Dean was weird, sure, but not that weird.

"Even though Daniel claims he's innocent, he says he did actually kill his bro, James," Dean explained, trying to remember everything he had read in that newspaper at the last rest stop. He turned his eyes away from the car behind him to look at the street signs, hoping he didn't miss his turn. "Weird huh?"

"I guess, but that doesn't really sound like our kind of thing," Sam said with a shrug turning his eyes away from the window to look at Dean, but finding that he had to look away again as thoughts of his dream came to surface. "Just your basic family murder."

"That's what I thought too, but get this," Dean said finally finding his exit and slowing down to turn, "The article said that something similar happened a week ago, and again the week before that, and once again, the week before that. Always brothers, always the same results."

"Which would be?" Sam questioned.

"It's twisted," Dean replied turning to look at Sam with his eyebrows raised. "You sure you want to hear it?"

"Just tell me Dean," Sam sighed, forcing himself to look at his brother.

"Alright," Dean said, turning the car into the exit, cursing slightly as the car behind them turned as well, worried about the welfare of his car. "In all the cases, the older brother killed the younger because they didn't share the same feelings."

"Feelings?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, apparently there was a little sibling love going on," Dean answered turning to a motel's parking lot and stopping. "And not the good kind."

Sam's dream immediately came to his head. "Oh god, you mean…"

"The older fell in love with the younger," Dean finished for him. He relaxed back in his seat and looked at Sam grimly. "And when the younger wouldn't admit to feeling the same way, the older one raped and killed him."

"Rape? But you didn't…" Sam said, trailing off thoughtfully.

"I didn't what?" Dean asked, utterly confused. "What the hell are you talking about now?"

Sam shook his head and looked at his brother. "It doesn't matter, I just don't think we should take this case, that's all."

"Excuse me?" Dean questioned tilting his head slightly. "People are dying Sammy, I think that's a good enough reason to take the case."

Sam thought about it for a while, then sighed and gave a quick nod. "Fine, but don't do anything stupid Dean."

"You know me," Dean said with a small grin, getting out of the car.

"Exactly," Sam said opening the door and following his brother to the motel's lobby.

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