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No Difference, by the_bookkeeper
Summary: “Derek has been in a lot of bad situations. This one easily makes the top five. Or would, if Dean and Sam Winchester were actually acting like the sadistic psychopaths he expected them to be. Instead, Dean is referencing Star Trek, Sam is comforting Reid, and Derek has never been more confused.”

Sam, Dean, Derek Morgan and Spenser Reid are in a cave-in. Sam starts hallucinating because of the cold and the dark.

{‘ The silence stretched. The sunlight was almost entirely gone now, and Derek suppressed a shiver. The temperature was going to drop like a rock. Dean had about five different layers on, and Reid would probably be okay in his sweater vest, but Derek’s t-shirt meant he was in for an uncomfortable night. Judging by Dean’s furrowed brow, he was having similar thoughts and trying to remember what his brother was wearing.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice had a new note in it, on the verge of shaking and edged with something which wasn’t quite fear, yet. “It’s, uh, it’s getting kind of chilly in here.”

Dean closed his eyes for an instant, mouth moving in a silent curse. He shot Derek a glare as if daring him to comment, and then leaned closer to the wall to address his brother, his voice low as if he could keep Derek and Reid from hearing.

“Listen to me, man,” he said. “You gotta hold it together, okay? We’ll be out of here before you know it.”

And into police custody and probably solitary confinement, as Derek was certain they were both well aware, but nobody mentioned it.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, but he didn’t sound as if he believed it. “It’s just, it feels like . . .”

“I know,” said Dean, and the pain on his face was so raw and intimate that Derek looked away. “But you’re not there, Sam. You gotta hold onto that.”

There was only ragged breathing in reply. “You’re not there.” Flashbacks, it sounded like. PTSD. Maybe the trauma had caused the behavior shift, multiple personalities or some kind of fugue state. Derek wondered what kind of trauma could splinter a man who was so twisted already.

Dean spoke again, this time with an edge of desperation.

“You used to be so scared of the dark, remember that, Sammy?”

Sam gave a sharp burst of laughter, harsh and verging on hysterical. ‘}
supernatural  sam  dean  gen  drama  outsider.POV  crossover:spn-criminal.minds  season:7  length:5001-10000  author:the_bookkeeper 
may 2015 by morgana
i am never without it, by ratherastory
This begins just after episode 7.14, “Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie,” when Dean gives Sam not only the creepy doll figurine but the heart that was inside it. During the course of the story Dean realizes that Sam has been carrying the heart with him, and feels horrible. He knows he has to make things right.

{‘ The sheet appears to hold endless fascination. "No, I get it, it's fine," Sam says quietly, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "It was stupid to keep it. I know you don't mean it, even if you do it all the time. I know I'm stupid to hope otherwise."

Dean blinks a little at that. "You lost me. What do I do all the time?"

"The Valentine thing. You do it every year. I don't even think you know you're doing it, do you?"

"What Valentine thing?" Dean is really starting to wish that, just once, a conversation would go the way he was expecting today. "No," he says when it looks like Sam is going to try to brush him off. "Seriously, tell me. What Valentine thing?"

Sam shrugs and still won't meet his eyes. "Every year you find a heart and you hand it over and ask me to be your Valentine. You seriously don't remember? Last year with the creepy mannequin, and the year before that there was the really gross human heart in a box. And before that there was that corpse with the heart tattoo, and let's not forget the kelpie heart in a jar."

Dean chuckles at the memory. "That was a classic."

Sam just nods, then swings his legs off the bed. "I'm gonna go clean up."

"No, hey, wait," Dean lunges and catches him by the wrist to keep him in place. "Why did you say I don't mean it?"

Sam huffs and tugs a little half-heartedly to try to free himself from Dean's grip. "Because you don't, okay? It's fine, I get it, can we let this go, please?"

"Sam..." Dean stops, gropes for the right words. "Look, the Valentine's things, they were a gag, sure. I mean, a little plastic heart, it's pretty lame as presents go, right? You think that's all this... shit, this is why I hate talking about feelings." He takes a breath. "You mean more to me than that, okay?"

For the first time in what feels like forever, Sam looks up at that. "What?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "You're an idiot. I don't do Valentines, or whatever, because it's lame and it doesn't mean anything. I mean, the whole holiday thing is a joke. But that doesn't mean that, you know, this," he gestures vaguely, "doesn't mean anything."

Sam looks away again. "But you... you know. With women. I thought, um," he starts to fiddle with the sheet again with his free hand, but he's not trying to get loose from Dean's grip anymore, which is a step in the right direction. "I thought it was just, you know, when you couldn't find anything better."

"Yeah, well, you thought wrong. Now come back here," Dean pulls at him until Sam obeys, albeit a little reluctantly, then shuffles over a little awkwardly until he's behind Sam, not quite holding him.

"So... why do you? Sleep with other people, I mean." Sam's poking at this doggedly, like he's picking at an old wound.

"I won't do it anymore, how's that?" he offers, but Sam shakes his head, ruining his shot at maybe not having to explain himself. He blows out a breath, and feels Sam shiver a little as the warm air gusts across his skin. "Okay, fine. But we're not talking about this ever again, you got me? I sort of... I thought you wanted to keep it casual. You know, like, until maybe you found your feet properly again. You've always wanted a normal life, right? Can't really be normal if you're fucking your brother."

"Technically you do most of the fucking," Sam points out, but his voice is shaking, like he wants to say something completely different.

"We good now?"

Sam nods, but he twists a little in Dean's arms until their lips are almost touching, his eyes so close Dean can see his own reflection in them, a pinprick image of himself staring back at him. "I don't want normal, I want you." ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  sam:hurt  holiday:valentine's  coda:7.14  season:7  length:5001-10000  author:ratherastory 
january 2014 by morgana
Mind's Eye, by cherie_morte
One morning Dean wakes up invisible. Unfortunately this is during the time when Sam is being plagued by Lucifer-hallucinations and having difficulty keeping things straight. Dean is still there, but can't communicate with Sam -- but he has a ringside seat as Sam starts disintegrating faster and faster.

{' Sam drives for eleven hours straight after that. Dean guesses where they're headed once they've covered three states. They're in Ohio when Sam finally stumbles his ass out of the car, and he lets out a sob as he steps forward, pulls the tarp off Dean's baby.

He stands there for a few minutes, his eyes wet, and chews his fingers.

"You know I wouldn't have left her," Dean says, coming to stand next to Sam. "You know me better than that."

Sam turns to face the opposite direction. "See?" he says proudly. "He would have come back for her. If he chose to leave me. He would have—" Sam shakes his head. "Not that desperate. He didn't want to lose me that bad. He—he didn't, right?"

There's no answer but a soft breeze, but Sam nods grudgingly. "Knew I'd come here looking."

Lucifer must add something else, because Sam steps forward as if he's about to attack someone, then grabs his hand and squeezes it instead. He frowns, still staring at where he thought Lucifer was a few moments ago. "After Bobby. He might have done that. He's tried it before." Sam bites his lip, shaking his head. "But you don't know him. I know he's wanted to die for a long time, but he wouldn't do that while I still needed him. He can't be dead."

Sam listens quietly and bows his head, nodding along with whatever Lucifer is telling him. Dean's fist curls, he grits his teeth; nothing is more annoying to him than the thought that Sam has no one but the Devil left to talk to.

"I want to be dead, too," Sam admits after a long period of silence.

"Don't you talk like that, I'll kill you," Dean says, and of course Sam's only response is to walk right on past him. He stops in front of the Impala, runs his clean hand along the side of her. Then he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and jingles the keys for a few seconds before shaking his head, reaching back for the tarp, and covering the car back up.

"Goddammit, Sam," Dean says. "Don't you get that she's yours now?"

Sam leans down over the hood, whispers before he goes, "I miss him, too." '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  dean:invisible  sam:hurt  angst  season:7  length:5001-10000  author:chris.j 
january 2014 by morgana
The Bright Waters Meet, by the_bookkeeper
Summary: "Sam is okay with Dean and Cas' relationship. Really, he is. He just kind of wishes Cas would stop murmuring in Dean's ear like that."

AU after season 7. Sam, Dean and Cas are living together, and Dean and Cas are involved. Sam tells himself that he doesn't mind, but what does bother him is when Castiel speaks Enochian to Dean.

{‘ The second time it happens, Sam stays silent, face heating with each liquid word which flows from Castiel's mouth. They're (almost) the same words which stripped Sam bare and flayed him alive, but what was a torrential roar has been replaced by a soothing patter, and what once cut him to the core now drips soft onto his skin, sliding down his chest and beneath his waistband.

He shivers.

The words are soaked in sensuality, but there's nothing dirty or base or wrong about them. They're *I want to get on my knees and worship every inch of you with my tongue* and *I want to drink you like ambrosia* and *I want to cherish your ephemeral body as it deserves for holding such a precious soul.* It's sex enhanced by intimacy, lust fueled by love, and it hurts like stretching for something just beyond his reach.

Sam excuses himself as politely as he can manage. Dean hardly seems to notice him go, but he can feel Cas' eyes on his back.

* * * * *

Sam starts keeping and ongoing list in the back of his mind of excuses to leave the room.

* * * * *

"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean finally asks one evening when Cas is in the garden.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, come on," says Dean with a snort. "You really think I haven't noticed what you're doing? As soon as Cas starts in on the bedroom talk, you're gone! And don't start with those lame-ass excuses," he adds sharply when Sam opens his mouth. " 'I've got to iron my shirts?' Really, Sam? We don't even *own* an iron."

Sam winces. That one was admittedly pretty bad, but, to be fair, he didn't think Dean was listening.

"It just weirds me out, okay?" Sam says defensively. Dean gives him a 'what the hell' look.

"Dude, we've literally fucked five feet away from you, and this place doesn't exactly have thick walls. You're seriously trying to tell me that you can't handle a bit of dirty talk? Hell, we don't even know that it is dirty talk. He could be reciting a grocery list for all we know."

Sam blinks. Oh. *Oh.* Duh. That at least explains how Dean can be so blasé about the things Cas speaks in his ear: he doesn't know what they are.

"Dean . . . I can speak Enochian."

". . . What?"

"I can speak Enochian," Sam repeats. It didn't even occur to him before that Dean didn't know. "It was all They spoke to each other. All They spoke at all, sometimes. I kinda picked up a few things." No need to specify who 'They' are. Despite Sam's best attempt at nonchalance, Dean has already turned white.

"Shit, Sammy –"

"It's fine," says Sam quickly. "Really. I'm not having flashbacks or anything." ‘}

Sam is feeling unworthy and unlovable and Dean and Castiel include him in their relationship.
supernatural  sam/dean/castiel  sam  first.time  non-explicit  hurt/comfort  season:7  length:1-5000  author:the_bookkeeper 
june 2013 by morgana
Extenuating Circumstances, by laurificus
While Sam’s out researching Dean’s doing some drinking and making some decisions.

{‘ "mmm." While Sam was out, Dean was worrying about him, and possibly having epiphanies. He stands up, now, and the room spins like it would very much like for Dean to fall right back down. That's all right. Sam's still at the centre of it. Or not, really, what with how he's only a few steps from the doorway, but Dean's worked harder to get to him, and Sam's always the centre, anyway.

"I thought you weren't doing this anymore," Sam says, not unreasonably. Sam needed Dean to do better, months ago, when Dean was the only thing standing between Lucifer and him. And Sam was about the only thing Dean could do better for, so he'd promised, and he's mostly kept his word. But still. These are extenuating circumstances.

So Dean says, "Do you know how many times you've died and come back?" He grabs Sam's shoulder. His collar is damp, probably because the ends of his stupid hair are dripping all over it. "3 times, I think. It could be more, if we count the time with the wishing well. And I feel like the soulless thing is kind of a grey area."

"Dean," Sam says. That's his serious voice; it's possible Dean's plans are about to be derailed by speeches. "I'm not dead now. I'm right here."

As speeches go, Dean kinda likes that one. "I know," he says. Of course he knows that. "I'm saying, Sammy. It's not exactly normal. Most people, that doesn't happen even once."

"No," Sam says. He looks at Dean's hand, still on his shoulder, fingers edging up into his hair. "Dean, I--"

"i think maybe that makes it okay," Dean says, leaning in. "I think--I think maybe I don't care if it doesn't." All the same, his first attempt is tentative, just a brush of his lips against Sam's, and only at the corner of Sam's mouth, at that. He gets a fleeting taste of ChapStick, a brief feel of cold and stubble, and then he pulls back, and he breathes, and he waits.

Sam can push him away if he wants to; Dean won't mind. Except for how he totally will. He'll get over it, is what he means. But Sam doesn't push him away; Sam grabs on, holds Dean in place with his disturbingly gigantor arms and his disturbingly gigantor hands. Dean very definitely does not feel safe, or steadied or any other god-awful thing like that.

"Dean, did you get drunk so we could make out?" Sam asks, the happiness in his voice making him sound almost like a stranger. "It's just like the romance I've always dreamed of." Dean tries to kiss him properly this time, but Sam's a difficult son of a bitch, always has been. He says, "I'm kinda worried you might forget in the morning," And there's seriousness there now, lurking not very stealthily beneath the mockery. ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  first.kiss  dean.makes.first.move  season:7  length:1-5000  author:laurificus 
november 2012 by morgana
One Good Thing, by mollyamory
Dean's increasingly confused by his reactions to Sam, and is trying to figure out why he's feeling like he is. He even buys a notebook and makes a list, trying to work it like a case (which doesn't go so well when Sam reads the notebook).

{' Now that Sam's got his mind back, it's tempting to fall into the whole saving-the-world routine again. But Dean just can't muster up the drive for it. It's not that he doesn't want the world to be saved; he's just content, for now, to wait a bit and see if maybe somebody else wants to do it. It's not like they're the only hunters in the world. Let somebody else figure this one out; the Winchester martyrs are officially on fucking vacation.

Sam closes his eyes and sticks a pin in the map in the middle of Colorado; so that's where they go. They find an empty stretch of road, and a fairly nice motel. They sit there for a week, switching back and forth between ESPN and the DIY network, ordering pizza by the truckload and washing it down with all the cheap booze they can fit in the room's built-in mini-fridge. Sam sleeps a lot, and Dean doesn't. Because when Sam sleeps, he presses himself along Dean's side like a leech and nuzzles into his neck. His hot breath skates along Dean's skin, lighting up all the hopeful circuits inside that think more good things are on the way, very very soon. Dean lies still and quiet in the dark, Sam's breath easing over him, Sam's arms around him, Sam everywhere, and there's a spark in Dean's chest, somewhere. In some cold and long-forgotten furnace deep inside, Dean's pilot light flickers back to life. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  first.kiss  humor  season:7  length:1-5000  author:mollyamory 
september 2012 by morgana
Planned Acts, by laurificus (formerly luzdeestrellas)
Coda to 7.21 ("Reading Is Fundamental"). The guys are stopped by the side of the road taking a few minutes to be with one another.

{' "Megatron," Dean says, hours later, conversationally disgusted. He drains his beer and doesn't reach for another, settling back against the car and turning the empty bottle in his hand. It catches the moonlight, brightness dancing in a circle over his arm as he does. He'd make a pretty good picture, Sam thinks, even for people who aren't obsessively interested in him. "You've been wrong about a lot of shit, Sammy, but the rest was at least forgivable."

Sam shrugs, smiles some, because there's no spell Dean can't break just by opening his mouth. "I was very recently hallucinating the devil," he says. "I was institutionalised and everything. I plead extenuating circumstances."

Probably he's more drunk than he thought, to say all that. Dean's still touchy about the whole thing. Like Lucifer's Voldemort or Sauron, say his name and he'll find Sam in the dark again. But Dean just kicks him, a half-hearted, lazy twitch of his foot against Sam's ankle. Sam doesn't bother reacting. He's feeling lazy, too, content and a little buzzed. He goes back to looking at the sky. The stars are bright here, this quiet stretch of road where there's nothing but wild grass on either side for miles. Tiny miracles, Sam thinks, the kind of moments you can build a life on. Assuming the world doesn't end first, obviously.

Dean pushes harder against his ankle, the rough toe of his boot applying pressure just edging into pain. He eases up when Sam looks at him. "So starved for attention, Jesus," Sam says, and Dean flips him off with the hand not holding the beer bottle. That hand winds up on Sam's wrist when he's done, fingers curling just hard enough around it that Sam can feel the gun calluses on his fingers. It's surprising, good. A shot of heat in an already warm night. Sam doesn't say anything, just watches, and Dean smiles at him. A small, quiet thing, as real as anything Sam's seen from him in months. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  coda:7.21  season:7  length:1-5000  author:laurificus  author:luzdeestrellas 
september 2012 by morgana
All That Matters (No Matter Where We Go), by akintay
Sam notices Dean becoming more withdrawn after Bobby dies in the hospital, and he tries to make it clear how much Dean means to him.

{' "No one ever said being a hero is fun, huh?" he asks with a frown.

"I don't think we're heroes, Sam," Dean says. "We're just the poor schmucks who never had a choice in all of this."

Sam looks at Dean and wonders where Dean draws the lines. How their dad can be a hero while they're the 'poor schmucks.' John hunted to get revenge. Sam and Dean have long ago stopped hunting for personal reasons – they're doing this because it's who they are, what they do. Because they don't know how to be anything but this. Sam thinks that's a lot more heroic than anything their dad ever did. They don't need to save the world, because the world has nothing left to offer for them, but they do it anyway.

"I think you're one," Sam says softly.

"Yeah? How d'you figure that?" Dean asks with a bitter laugh. "I kill for a living and then drink like a fish to forget about it."

Sam winces. "Dean," he starts and wets his lips with a flick of his tongue. "When I was five, I fell down chasing a butterfly and skimmed my knee. You carried me home and patched me up. When I was twelve you took care of me when I had the flu even though you had to cancel a date with the hottest girl from school to stay with me. When I was fifteen you threw yourself between me and an angry spirit and got your ass handed to you."

"None of that makes me a hero," Dean replies, and glares at Sam over the table.

Sam cocks his head to the side and smiles sadly. "When I was 23, you sold your soul for me."

"Because I couldn't live without you," Dean replies.

"That doesn't mean it doesn't count. Look, people out there? They might not know what we do or who we are. Hell, those who do know us think we're the bad guys more often than not, but you've been my hero ever since I was a little kid."

"You're kind of an idiot then."

"Maybe," Sam replies. "I know you're not perfect. You're not invincible, and you're not always gonna save me. But you're still a goddamn hero in my book, Dean."

"Why?" Dean asks and despite the way he's rolling his eyes, there's something else in his voice. Like he really wants to know Sam's reasoning. "Because I did my job and took care of you?"

"Because you'd do anything to protect me even when I don't need you to anymore. You're the one person who's always been there for me, who I can always rely on. I've always looked up to you for that," Sam says. "I've always *loved* you for that. You might not be able to save everyone you want to, Dean. Hell, in the end we might not even be able to save anyone. But I know you and I know you're still gonna try. If you ask me, that's all that counts."

"You're an idiot, Sammy," Dean says again, but this time his voice is softer. "Trying doesn't make me a hero. It's gonna get me killed one day."

He gets up from the table, and Sam's heart falls a little.

"Us," he says. "It's gonna kill us both. Together."

"And you're okay with that?" Dean asks, curling his hands into fists.

Sam gives him a sad smile. "I've died. And I've been on my own when you were dead," he says. "So, yeah, I'm okay with us dying together."

He gets up, standing in front of Dean, but doesn't dare touch him. It's Dean who finally reaches out and cups Sam's neck, tugging him into a kiss. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  angst  season:7  length:1-5000  author:akintay 
september 2012 by morgana
The Holy Trinity, by checkthemargins
Summary: "In response to de_nugis's prompt for the ohsam fic challenge: s7, Sam/Dean or gen; Sam is compensating for having Lucifer in his head by going into hyperfunctional mode. I want to see touches of Mystery Spot OCD Sam: hospital corners, perfect efficiency, everything under control, everything in place. It works. He still hallucinates, but he can keep going through it, he can wall himself off from being affected by fear of his breaks with reality and by the trauma of the things he remembers and hallucinates. He just has to keep going further and further into his coping mechanism, because if it breaks it will all come crashing down and that will not be good."

This is the OCD Sam fiction, where he tries to cope with his Hell memories and the Hell hallucinations and Lucifer apparations by imposing strict order and repetitions on his day. Unfortunately he also listens to Lucifer, which leads to self-harming. And then he's tortured by Crowley... there's a lot of Sam-whumping in this story.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  crowley  sam:hurt  angst  torture  season:7  length:10001-15000  author:checkthemargins 
september 2012 by morgana
Into the World Breathes Life, by checkthemargins
The sequel to "First Taste."

Author's Note: "This is, as I have been referring to it, The Pneumonia/Breakdown fic. It is long and rambling and disjointed like Sam's crazy head and has a metric ton of angst, nearly more schmoop, and a lot of snuggly!boys. It starts directly after 7.13 ("The Slice Girls"), and about fourish months after the prologue. Also, this is stupidly long, so it's in three parts, each new one linked at the bottom of the previous one."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  top!sam  sam:hurt  sam:sick  angst  sequel  season:7  length:20001-25000  author:checkthemargins 
september 2012 by morgana
First Taste, by checkthemargins
Summary: "The first step. Or, in which Sam and Dean make out. A lot."

Author's Note: "This is a drabble thing for the prompt "kiss" that I took from somewhere. It is also technically the 'how they started sleeping together' intro fic to another ridiculous Sam-has-a-breakdown-and-also-gets-pneumonia fic I've been writing. It takes place during episode one of season 7, some downtown at Bobby's. After Sam has woken up in the beginning, before they start trying to make plans."

The sequel is "Into the World Breathes Life."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.kiss  kissing  has.a.sequel  season:7  length:1-5000  author:checkthemargins 
september 2012 by morgana
Future Tense, by checkthemargins
Summary: "Three days after icing Dick Roman for the last time..."

AU version of how Bobby says goodbye and they burn the flask. And then have sex.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!Sam  bobby:ghost  angst  season:7  length:1-5000  author:checkthemargins 
september 2012 by morgana
I Only Think About You If It's Raining Or It's Not, by glovered
Sam picks up a cheap bracelet from a "cursed items" dispenser at a carnival, and once he starts wearing it bad luck starts following him around. Like he keeps getting knocked out on hunts, and he keeps blurting out how he feels about Dean.

{' "This is getting really—" Dean huffed, when Sam struggled up on elbows in the muck. "Ridiculous."

He lit the body on fire and then dragged Sam up the tunnel by the collar of his jacket.

Once outside in the world, they went through their ritual of shucking all grossness into the back seat, all the trappings of a sodden underworld, so that afterward, job done, they got food at a diner in rolled flannel sleeves like normal folk, elbows on the table, the quiet croon of music from the fifties filling the corners where they'd gone quiet.

Sam didn't trust his mouth to say anything. His gaze lingered on the bracelet, which encircled his wrist like a teasing clamp. He told himself that if he survived this, he would never put anything on himself that he hadn't first checked, ever again.

Dean took his reticence for moodiness and clenched his jaw a lot and chatted up the waitress. Sam fell into a real sulk at that, the sun dipping beyond the buildings and Dean angling a smile up at Charlene who had red lipstick and probably a whole lot else Sam couldn't offer. He slumped back in the booth, imagining how the table they were at had probably played stage for many similar moments, endless evenings of diet coke and a preponderance of ranch dressing while unfortunate feelings cluttered up the condiments. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  season:7  length:1-5000  author:glovered 
september 2012 by morgana
Morning After, by de_nugis (Timestamp Ficlets!)
The sequel to "The Persian Version." It's the morning after. Sam's horrendously hungover, and Dean is surprisingly not freaking out.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  sequel  season:7  length:1-5000  author:de_nugis 
september 2012 by morgana
The Persian Version, by de_nugis
Summary: "Drunk!Dean appreciates drunk!Sam's smarts. Also his shoulders."

{' “We’re drunk,” says Dean, because that could be an objection. “And brothers,” he adds, an afterthought. “We’re, like, drunk brothers.”

“Yeah,” says Sam. “But, dude, think about it. I mean, we’ve thought about it. You know we have. I mean, dude. We’ve thought about it when we weren’t drunk. The way I figure it is we do it now when we’re drunk because now’s when we’ll do it, but it’s not like it’s something we thought of when we were drunk because we weren’t when we thought about it. Kind of division of labor. Or maybe balance of powers. The Persians did it.”

“The Persians had sex?” asks Dean. They probably did.

“That’s how they made decisions,” says Sam. “Once drunk, once sober. It was, like, a principle. Or a process. The Persian process principle. Only I figure this is better because we have a better process. We don’t just do drunk and sober. I mean, me, I’ve thought about this drunk and sober and crazy and sane and alive and dead. And I’m pretty sure, I mean, you, you, I mean, I’m right, right?”

Sam’s smart but he’s not always articulate. '}

Timestamp ficlet sequel is "Morning After."
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  has.a.sequel  season:7  length:1-5000  author:de_nugis 
september 2012 by morgana
Take Care of You, by ash_carpenter
Coda to 7.17, "The Born-Again Identity." After leaving the instution and getting to their motel, Sam is desperate to finally go to sleep. But Dean wants to shave off that shaggy beard first. As she says, it's "wincestuous shaving porn!"
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!dean  coda:7.17  season:7  length:1-5000  author:ash_carpenter 
september 2012 by morgana

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