Summary - The path of Sam and Dean becoming intense lovers.

There was alot more angst and fluff than originally planned but I felt it was good to get the background in order to reason out why the boys are doing what they are doing and why it makes sense to them.

I never used to ship or be interested in Wincest until I started reading Fanfic so well done everyone managed to corrupt me :p

Chapter 1

(takes place circa season 2 episode 12)

They were seriously screwed, now more than ever. After leaving Milwaukee in a rush they hadn't stopped until they were safely out of Wisconsin in some Nowhereville motel. A quick look on the internet confirmed they were now on Americas most wanted list. They would have to lay low for a while. Fly under the radar and most importantly NOT hunt. There was no point risking both their freedom by walking into the local police department where there were bound to now be EPBs out on both of them.

"We are so screwed." Dean sighs and paces back and forth along the room. The motel was by no means the worst place they've ever stayed. The sheets appeared clean and there was no funky smell lingering. However it wouldn't stop Dean getting bored even in a number of hours, Dean knew he would be climbing the walls. It was exactly the same when they were kids.

"And whose fault is that Dean, did you really need to make such an appearance on national news?" Sam knew this was going to be a tedious couple of days, he was more than happy to do some more research on yellow eyes, to look for more people like him, with visions, hell he wanted to keep looking for Ava. But he knew Dean would get bored very quickly so he had to come up with a plan to get them off the grid for a bit. He ran his hands through his hair to centre himself. "ok first of all we need food, and beer, a fuckton of beer! I'm going on a supply run. You stay here. Don't go outside and for god sake I'm not going to be gone for too long so, please don't start watching porn. Last time it was just... awkward."

"you said you weren't going to bring that up again, Sam." Dean's cheeks flushed at the memory. He sent Sam a glare that had him sighing and eye rolling out the door with the keys to impala. Dean heard the car pull away, he sat on the edge of the bed and he too ran his hands through his hair. Fuck, he was tired after that drive. The 1st half of the drive he was fuelled by fear. Not the fear that sometimes gave him an edge when dealing with the everyday monsters, which was his life. But the fear of him and Sam being arrested and separated. Locked up. Unable to hunt. He shuddered at the thought. The second half of the drive had been fuelled by many cups of tasteless Gas n Sip coffees. The caffeine has all but burned out leaving him strung out and feeling empty. However he knew if he went to sleep now the faces of that terrified bank teller Sherri and Ron would haunt his mind and lead to nightmares and that would lead to having to have a chickflick moment with Sam. No thank you, dean thought, he'd just wait until the beer and hopefully whisky came then he could knock himself out he would be incapable of nightmares. Dean's mind drifted to Sam's comment about porn. It was very awkward, but not in the usual way.

They had been on a regular hunt, it was a ghost of a young woman who had planned to elope with a forbidden lover back in the 1850s but was betrayed by her brother and was killed whilst waiting for her beloved. Now she would haunt the woods and was killing anyone who had betrays their own family. The brothers had managed to find her name, her gravestone and therefore her bones before she marked them as a target. They were in a good if not slightly drunk mood. Dean had decided to head back to the motel before Sam which was uncharacteristic but Sam didn't think anything of it the time he was happy playing pool (he refused to admit he's taken to hustling but he did a decent job of it.) Dean was tired but also just felt the need to jack off, he turned on the latest casa erotica PPV and let himself get lost in the feeling. It wasn't until he felt eyes on him that he looked to the door and saw Sam watching him stroke himself. The expression on sams face was neither shocked nor disgusted, nor embarrassed. He looked, curious, and not just a little bit turned on. The most disturbing thing in Deans opinion was his own reaction to the invasion of his intimate moment. It took him a solid minute or two of stroking himself watching Sam watching him before he snapped out of his trance.

"WHAT THE HELL SAM!"

"I'm sorry I didn't realise you'd be watching PORN!" Sam cried indignantly

"dude, don't watch a guy when he's jacking off turn away or cough of something!"

"I didn't mean to watch. I... I just... never mind I'm sorry." Sam hurried into the bathroom to get ready for bed and wordlessly scurried into his bed.

The intrusion had made any and all of Deans need wilt away. He sighed and went about getting ready for bed himself. Sleep evaded him as it so often did, he thought about the expression on Sam's face, and his own reaction. He hadn't stopped when he saw Sam watching, he carried on. The thought of Sam in that way had cropped up once or twice since they'd been back on the road but with the whole Jess thing he had firmly shoved that down and put crap on top of it to stop it rearing its head again. But, now, Sams expression caused something to stir in Dean. A need of sorts. It was too confusing for such a late hour so once again Dean shoved the thought away. The next morning that feeling was still there. He had gone to get them breakfast from the diner attached to the motel.

"So what was that last night Sam?" Dean asked over their coffee, eggs and bacon.

"Dean, just forget about it I'm Sorry..."

"no c'mon that wasn't a mistake I saw you watching me!" At that Sam had gone bright red, stood up and left.

"Just please never bring it up again cos I sure as hell wont!" as he left.

The purring of the his baby in the car park stirred Dean from his thoughts. That incident was a couple months ago. Since then they had a couple jobs, saw a football game and went to a Metallica gig. There's been a couple sideways glances, some unspoken compliments shared when dressing. Dean had no Idea what to do with these feelings and specifically that feeling he got deep within him that was usually reserved for when women were undressing in front of him, not his little brother.

Sam parked the Impala and sat for a second. He couldn't believe what he was going to do next but there was a definite flush to his older brothers cheeks when he brought up that night and he was sure Dean was sitting there stewing about it in their motel room. Sam decided he would wait until Dean's inhibitions were lowered and attempt to take control of the situation from there. He knew he would have to be the one to start things. Dean would never act on his feelings cos he thought he knew "what was best for his Sammy." Well, thought Sam, his determination growing, I will show you what is best for your little Sammy. With that he got out of the car, grabbing the couple bottles of bourbon and the large case of beer, leaving the second case to chill in the car.