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Wincest one shot

This is the weirdest thing I've ever written. I just want to say I do not ship Wincest (Destiel for the win) I just wanted to write this... So yeah?... Enjoy

"I'm done Sammy" Dean mutters closing the door and leaning back against it with a solid thud. Sam looks up from his place on the bed, their dad's journal in his hands.

"Dean, what do you mean?" He asks slowly, setting the book aside and sitting up with a wince. Dean stumbles away from the door, throwing his hands into the air

"the, the, monsters and, and demons and all the lies and fighting, all of it" Dean slurs out, stumbling again and catching himself on the hard wood frame of the old hotel bed. Sam frowns, he thought they were over this.

"Dude, are you, drunk!?" Sam asks in confusion. Dean grins shaikly and laughs, throwing his hands out to the sides as if gesturing to the world. Sam watches as Dean nearly falls over and braces himself on the bed again

"You wanted the damn truth Sammy? Well here it is! I'm so sick and tired of all this shit! Constantly moving, we're living out of my damn car for god's sake! I get it! I'm not exactly deserving to be happy! But you don't deserve this!" Dean rants, his voice hard as steel but hot tears pool in his eyes, fighting to be released.

"Dean, just, go to bed, you're drunk. We can talk tommorow when you're sober" Sam says calmly, standing up and walking to the other bed to pull back the covers before reaching out to grab his inebriated brother's arm but Dean yanks back, almost throwing himself to the hotel's dirty tile floor with the momentum.

"NO! You're always asking me what's going on in my head! Well I'm telling you! Are you happy now!?! I'm telling you! All I want is for you to be happy" Dean shouts, tears finally breaking from his eyes and rolling down his face. Sam bites his lip and feels his heart drop to his stomach.

"Dean, I'm happy, as happy as you can be in this life! You don't need to make me happy!" Sam exclaims, reaching for Dean again and succeeding in grabbing his arm. Dean struggles uselessly against Sam, his drunken state making his reflexes slow.

"Let, let me go! I'm not finished! I'm not done! You! You're the worst part of it all! This is all your fault!" Dean stutters out, stumbling into Sam and poking his chest harshly. Sam sighs and grips his brother tighter, guiding him gently to the bed and pushing him down.

"I know Dean, it's all my fault okay? I know, just go to sleep alright?" Sam tries to sooth his hysterical brother. Dean has tears streaming down his face and his hands are shaking. As Sam tries to lean back Dean grips the front of his shirt tightly.

"Are you gonna leave me Sammy? Are you gonna leave me again? Rip another hole in my heart?" Dean's voice is sharp and cold but full of pain like he's holding back sobs. Sam furrows his eyebrows and braces himself on the bed so he doesn't fall and crush his brother.

"Dean, what are you talking about? I'm not leaving. I'm here for you. Just go to sleep" Sam tries to free his shirt from Dean's grip and fails as Dean grips him tighter. The bed creaks loudly as Sam adjusts his hand.

"You don't get it! I do everything for you! I protect you and take care of you! Why don't you appreciate me!?" Dean sobs, his lower lip trembling and his eyes glossy. Sam sighs and sits down on the bed beside Dean, glancing at the clock which reads 2:37 am

"Of course I appreciate you Dean! You're my brother! You don't have to, take care of me! We're not kids anymore!" Sam says softly, gently prying Dean's fingers off his shirt and setting his older brother's hand on his chest.

"I have to protect you Sammy, you're still my little brother, you're all I have left." Dean's voice is surprisingly quiet this time, it's shaking now and Sam feels like if he doesn't calm Dean down soon that he's going to be doing this all night and if he handles this the wrong way the result could be catastrophic.