What's Normal?///Wincest Oneshots

😈Halloween Special😈

So, don't worry the part two of Worded Wrists will be up soon, it's just Algebra isn't being so kind to me right now. Ever since the new quarter started, but anyways I hope you'll enjoy this Halloween special and keep another lookout for another Halloween Special as well, because I'm a nice person. ;)
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Dean let out a breath trying to calm himself down, as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel of the Impala. His music just a soft hum in the background as he was deep in thought his classic rock just a rhythmic beat in the back of his head.

He was finally going to confess to Sam.

He felt the immediate rush of cool October air when the passenger side door opened and Sam slide unto the seat beside him, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, Dee." He grinned at Dean as he buckled his seatbelt.

Dean returned the smile, "Heya, Sammy. How was school?"

"The usual." Sam shrugged not giving much detail as they drove away, " Mr. Smith, our substitute for physics, basically just repeated the word, physics to us and asked us if we were getting out notes down." He shook his head. "It was weird."

Dean shook his head, "Huh, if he was my teacher I would've easily aced his class," Dean grinned joking a little.

"Uh-huh." Sam nodded in a non believing way despite grinning, before he turned away and stuffed an important looking envelope into his backpack.

Dean glanced at him, "What's that?" He asked as they pulled into the motel parking lot.

"Oh, nothing." Sam shook his head, "It's just a stupid school thing, about college, ya know."

Dean gave a silent nod, as he parked the Impala and they both walked inside their motel room. Sam threw his backpack onto the stained carpet and sat on the bed stuck in thought.

Dean sighed his heart beat increasing and he gained the courage to confess.

"Sam---"

"Dean--"

"We need to talk." The two brothers said in unison.

They broke into a small smile when Dean sat beside Sam.

"You go first." Sam said featuring for Dean to go knowing he should probably listen to Dean when be wanted to talk since it wasn't often  that his brother decided to open up and talk about his feelings.

Dean nodded and took in a deep breathe, "What I'm about is risky and I know I'm throwing myself out there, probably to get shot down, but I love you Sam."

Sam stayed silent ignoring what his mind was telling him, and went for the obvious fact that it was brotherly love. "I love you too, Dean."

Dean gulped, "No, not like that Sam. I love you, I actually love you, I know it's wrong, but....I just...I just love you." Dean felt vulnerable, he knew this wasn't him, he had flipped himself inside out having let out his emotions. He was stripped bare emotionally and his heart had already dropped down into the pit of his stomach.

"Dean..." Sam trailed off his heart felt a pang at having to deliver such bad news to his older brother, but disgust seemed to flow through him. He knew they weren't normal, but he didn't care, This was way too out of the norm for him. He wasn't doing this. "I think you need help. Your feelings aren't right, I'm sorry." Sam stood up, turning away from Dean.

Dean began to tear up, "S-Sammy, please." He pleaded, not being able to help himself. Afterall his nightmare had begun, he officially hated Halloween. He hated himself more. Where did he go wrong? Why was he like this?

"No, Dean. I think me going to Stanford will help you get your shit together." Sam replied harshly forgetting about the fact that his brother was human too, he had emotions. Sam felt disgusted, and even though he loved Dean, only like a brother, he couldn't help but hate that Dean had fallen for him.

Tears streamed down Dean's face right when John walked in.

Amazing timing, Dean thought sarcastically as he immediately wiped his tears away, he mustn't be seen crying. He was supposed to be strong not weak.

"What's going on here?" John asked observing the situation as he placed his duffel bags on the ground carefully yet sternly observing his two sons.

"Dean's sick, that's what." Sam spat, "He needs help, he had feelings for me."

John stiffened even if Sam and him didn't have the best father-son relationship he wouldn't tolerate this. He glared at Dean, "Dean. Outside Now."

Dean being the good son and followed John outside leaving Sam alone inside contemplating what he did.

"Where have I gone wrong raising you?" John spit before punching Dean over and over, "Get your stuff and leave. Give me the Impala's keys, and I'm going to give in to letting Sam go get a normal life. I might as well, he'll be far from you." He growled.

Dean held his breathe and handed over his Baby's keys, not knowing where he'd go now.

"I'll find you Dean, and when I do you better be ready." John threatened punching Dean one more time before snatching the car keys and going inside telling Sam what is happening. Dean stood by the door hearing their conversation on how Sam would go to Stanford when he completed high school.

Dean felt broken, but couldn't help but feel anger. All his life he had been dictated, judged, hated, and bossed around. He felt tired of everything and if John did went to find him after everything, he would be ready and Dean decided that his own living nightmare will become twisted. Sure, he didn't control how fate went, but he was a Winchester. He would just have to manipulate to get his way, and get back at those who hated and did him wrong.

For too long had he just been used for other people's deeds, it was now his turn to use.