This can be seen as J2, wincest, but technically as everything else, too.
It's supposed to be a mix of J2 and wincest(I couldn't decide) and from Jensen's/Dean's POV. You can see it as a short writing exercise I made for Les. The title is optional and a phrase I might re-use in the future.
Title: Cornflowers Blooming On Your Skin
There are lavender blossoms and cornflowers blooming on his skin, his limbs heavy and threatening to let him fall, but warm hands are holding him up. His eyelids are heavy, with exhaustion tugging at them and then there are lips on them, soft and light as butterflies, letting them fall shut. He can feel strong arms around him and it’s like their warmth is seeping into him, healing him from the inside and filling that dark hole that’s still inside of him. He’s carefully lifted up and set down on a soft surface that seems to suck any rest of energy that has been left right out of him and leaves him with a sigh. When he feels the mattress dip and a strong body press against his back he allows himself to drift off into sleep, knowing that there won’t be any nightmares tonight.
They couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been together, always in each other’s pockets, always having the other one nearby. When one of them slept over at the other one’s they shared a bed. There was always one part of them touching- arms, fingertips, legs, feet- it didn’t feel right when they weren’t around each other, when they couldn’t reach out for each other. When they moved out and got their own apartments it didn’t change.
Their lips slightly brushing, their hands slowly entwining when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a film- it just became part of their relationship, just as the nights they spent together in each other’s beds had always been a part of their life. It’s normal to them, the sleepy nose-kissing in the morning and the sweet phone calls during their lunch breaks.
Aren't as bad
As they appear to be.
Most of it