Characters: Sam/Dean (Wincest, with a twist)
Summary: Dean's wrong, and wrong again—until it's too late.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to jolietjones, who wanted SPN with a blindfold and realization. This probably isn't what you expected, but I hope you like it!
Also for 100_ghosts, this is "Forbidden Fruit."
Maybe whatever has him isn't supernatural, because why the blindfold? Dean's not the type to die of fear— or run to the cops, because 'fugitive' means Shut the hell up.
He strains against the ropes, helplessly confined. Can't fucking move.
Footsteps come closer, a smell he recognizes: Sam. The touch of lips on his own jolts him hard, a sequence of shock, resistance… then heat.
He shouldn't want this, it has to be Sam— Dean knows that scent. He's drowning in it, body shaking under those enormous hands.
Sam growls, brimstone deep.
Jesus, Dean thinks. Please— no…
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