The Winner of the Poll was Wincest, so here is the story

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, it belongs to Eric Kripke; The title is from Monica's song Angel of Mine

Summary: Sam and Dean tried to hide their feelings for each other, but couldn't. Set around seasons 1 and 2

Warnings: Language, graphic sex.

Note: Any wording that is exact like the shows is from a script I found online.

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Chapter 1

Sam lay awake in the bed glancing at the girl in his bed. He wondered how she would react when she found out he wasn't really in love with her anymore. He heard a sound coming from far off in the apartment. Slowly getting out of bed so as not to disturb Jess, he walked through the apartment. Hiding behind a wall, he waited until the figure came close and he jumped him. They tussled until they guy had the upper hand and was close to choking the person.

"Whoa, easy, tiger."

Sam breathed, "Dean?"

Dean laughs.

"You scared the crap outta me."

"That's cause you're outta practice," Dean laughs

Sam grabs his arms and flipped his brother until he was underneath him.

"Or not."

Sam pulls Dean to his feet, "What are you doing here?"

"Well I was looking for a beer."

Sam stared at his brother's figure, not realizing that his heart picked up pace.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again.

"Okay. Alright. We need to talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I'd 'a called, would you have picked up the phone?"

Of course, Sam thought but didn't say anything. Just then Jess came into the room and turned on the light.

"Sam?"

Sam and Dean turned to look at Jess.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Dean looks shocked, but tries not to show it.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asks.

Sam nods.

"Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on," Jess says and moves toward the bedroom, but Dean stops her.

"No, it's okay, I am leaving."

"Wait, what?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I am sorry, to barge in like this," Dean says and heads outside.

Sam stares at Jess for a second and then runs outside.

"Dean, wait."

Dean turns, "What?"

"Dude, you barge in my apartment in the middle of the night and say we need to talk, and then you change your mind? Dude, what's up?"

"Nothing, Sammy. Look I gotta go. Tell your girlfriend I am sorry."

Dean, don't leave me again, I don't know if I can stand it. "Dean, what's the problem? Talk to me dude."

I love you Sammy, that's why I traveled all the way out here to tell you. Dean sighs, "It's dad, Sammy. He's missing," He decided with the half truth.

"Hold on, you came all the way here just to tell me that?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, I know you have your reasons to hate him, but I am really worried about him Sammy."

"Dude, did you forget what he did to me?"

"Sammy, you were the one who ran away."

"I was just going to college. He's the one who said that if I was gonna go I should stay gone."

"Look, fine, I get it. Just go back to your girlfriend. I will find Dad on my own," Dean said his heart breaking.

I won't lose you again, Dean. I love you too much. "Alright, I will go with you. Just wait here."

Sam heads back into the apartment and packs a duffel bag. He had just put a large hooked knife in the bag when Jess came in the room.

"Wait, you're taking off?"

"Yeah. My dad's missing. I am gonna help Dean find him."

"Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"

"I am fine."

"It's just that…You won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them?"

Sam sighs and puts down the duffel bag.

"Jess, I am so sorry."

"About what?"

"I can't see you anymore."

"What? Why?"

Because I'm in love with my brother. "Because, with my dad missing, who knows how long it will take us to find him and I would feel bad by making you wait for me."

Sam kisses her on the cheek and leaves. He runs downstairs and slides into the passenger seat.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"What about Jess?"

"I just broke up with her."

"Why?"

Because I am in love with you and not her. Sam says nothing. Dean just nods and starts the engine.

"So what was the job that dad was doing?"

Dean reaches in the back of the impala for a folder and hands it to Sam, "Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just out of Jericho, California. About a month ago. This guy," He says and taps a finger on a picture in Sam's lap.

"They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

Sam reads the article and then looked at Dean, "Maybe he was kidnapped."

"Keep flipping."

Sam flipped through the folder until he comes to another article and Dean tells him to stop.

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April," He said pointing to the article.

Sam flipped through the folder again, "Yeah, another one in December oh-four, oh-three, ninety-eight, ninety-two. Ten of them over the past twenty years."

The whole drive to Jericho was silent with the exception of Dean's music. Sam kept stealing glances at Dean when he thought he wasn't looking. Dean would steal glances at Sam when he wasn't looking. Dean had glanced over and saw that Sam was sleep. He smiled and let his gaze rove over his younger brother. He tried to figure out when he started having sexual thoughts about his baby brother.

"Sam?" He said touching his thigh.

Sam bolted awake, "What?"

"We're here."

Sam glanced around and found that they were at a motel. Grabbing his duffel, he followed Dean out and found himself gazing at Dean's butt. He grinned, but said nothing.

Dean and Sam walk down the street and see a young woman hanging up posters.

"I'll bet you that's her," Dean says.

"Yeah."

They walk over to the young woman.

"You must be Amy," Dean says.

"Yeah," the young woman replies.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy."

"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said and walked away. Sam and Dean followed her.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're asking around," Sam adds.

They see another woman walk up to Amy. "Hey are you okay?"

"Yeah," Amy says.

"You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asks.

The girls nod and the four of them head into a diner. Dean and Sam sit together in a booth across from Amy and her friend, whose name is Rachel. Sitting this close to Dean is causing Sam to want to lean into him, but he remains in character.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me back…and he never did," Amy said.

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asks.

Amy shakes her head, "No. Nothing I can remember."

"I like your necklace," Sam said.

Amy looks down at the necklace, "Troy gave it me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff."

Sam laughs a little, "Actually it means the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean if you believe in that kind of thing."

"Thank you Unsolved Mysteries," Dean says.

Dean leans in and looks at both girls, "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…"

Amy and Rachel looked at each other.

"What is it?" Dean asks.

"Well, it's just…I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk," Rachel said.

"What do they talk about?" Dean and Sam say together.

"Its kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago."

Dean stares at Sam who is watching Rachel.

"Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

Sam and Dean look at each other.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing in there? You've been in the bathroom forever!" Dean yells from his bed.

"Will you calm down?" Sam says exiting the bathroom. He was wearing only a towel.

Dean stared at his bare-chested brother. He realized that he was growing hard and rapidly. He looked away quickly. Sam saw Dean's reaction and decided to tease him.

"Like what you see?" Sam grinned.

"Sammy, stop it."

Sam walked over to Dean, "Why? It's clear you like my chest."

"Sammy, I am serious. This is not funny."

Suddenly Sam is no longer in control of his body as he straddles Dean. Dean gasps as he feels how hard his brother is.

"Dean."

"Yeah?"

They are both breathing hard.

"I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Sammy."

Sam shakes his head and grinds his hips against Dean's. Dean gasps again.

"I love you," Sam says again and kisses Dean.

Dean hungrily kisses Sam back and grasps his hips. They both breathed heavily after they parted.

"I love you too, Sammy. Now go put some clothes on. Cause I might not be able to help myself next time," Dean said and headed to the bathroom.

Sam is driving the Impala when his phone rings. He pulls it out and answers it. Dean is calling from a phone booth.

"Fake nine one-one call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal."

"You're welcome."

"Listen, we gotta talk," Dean says.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."

"Yeah, well, he did this time."

"What's it say?"

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."

"Coordinates. Where to?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?"

Sam looks up and slams on the brake, dropping the phone; Constance appeared on the road. The car goes right through her as Sam brings it to a halt.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean screams.

Inside the car, Sam breathes hard. Constance is sitting in the back seat.

"Take me home," she says.

Sam looks back and Constance isn't there. He glances around and back and sees her in the shotgun seat. She climbs into his lap, shoving him back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. Sam struggles.

"Hold me. I'm so cold," Constance said.

"You can't kill me. I am not unfaithful. I've never been!" Sam said.

"You will be. Just hold me."

Constance kisses Sam as he continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. She pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. Sam looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks his hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers: she flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling Constance. Dean approaches, still firing at her. She glares at him and vanishes, then reappears, and Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car.

"I'm taking you home," he said.

Sam drives forward. Dean stares after the car. Sam smashes through the side of the house. Dean hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

"Sam! Sam! You okay?"

"I think…"

"Can you move?"

"Yeah. Help me?"

Dean heads to the car and pulls Sam out. They turn and see Constance staring at two children distraught. The children are suddenly behind her. They hug her tightly and she screams. After several minutes, Constance and her children vanish.

"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean said.

Sam nods, "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy," Dean said patting him on the chest.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey. Saved your ass."

Dean turns to look at his car, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you.

Sam laughs as they get in and drive to the motel

Dean was laying on his back while Sam straddled him.

"So tell me something Sammy? When did you know you loved me?"

"Since before I left for college. That's why I went to college. To get away from these feelings, but I realized when you showed up at my apartment, that I couldn't hide what I felt for you."

"So Jess?"

"Was just a front."

Dean smiled and kissed Sam again.

TBC...