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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Blow_Jobs, I_just_love_sam_taking_care_of_his_older
      brother, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-20 Words: 2064
****** Heal Your Hurt ******
by castielsstarr
Summary
     It’s the first time Dean actually shows Sam how hurt he is when he
     comes home from a hunt. Apparently him and John had been keeping
     Sammy in the dark about how bad it can get. He wants to help make his
     older brother feel better.
     Sam is 15.
Notes
     Written as my 200-follower celebration piece for my sideblog!
     I really didn't edit this at all, so forgive any errors.
See the end of the work for more notes
A soft thump against the motel room door spooked Sam awake. Was someone trying
to get in? Dean and their dad had left him alone in the motel to go on a
vampire hunt. They said they were going to be gone for five days, so on the
morning of day four, he wasn’t expecting them to be back yet.
But still there was the jingle of keys outside before it was forcing the lock
open. Both Dean and John staggered in and the sight of them made Sam sit up
straight in bed. There was blood soaking into their clothes from various open
gashes all over their skin. It was so much—much more than they normally came
back with. What the fuck happened?
“Dean!” Always his first instinct was to call out for his brother; a fact that
John had realized and let slide a long time ago. Sam was out of the bed as
quick as he could, the bed sheet tangling with his leg a little in the process.
He needed to be next to the older boy—needed to make sure he was all right.
“Dean, hey, are you ok?”
He let out a long grunt of pain as little hands grabbed him, well on the other
side of too rough, pulling him closer and trying to peel the sticky clothes off
his body. Sam was just trying to help, but it hurt. The noise would have been a
scream, but Sam hadn’t seem him like this before. Dean didn’t really want to
scare him more than he already was right now.
They tried to shield him from most of the really bad stuff—taking an extra day
or two on the way home from a bad hunt to let some of the wounds start to heal
and to clean the blood off of them. But this time they had come straight home,
both of them needing warm beds instead of the cold backseat of the Impala. Dean
had gotten the worst of the injuries and John was practically holding him up as
they closed the door and trudged further into the room.
“Easy, easy,” Dean said as he pulled Sam’s fisted hands out of his shirt. “A
little banged up, but ‘m fine.” He swayed on his feet, threatening to fall, and
John tighten his grip to hold him up, which did make Dean scream this time. It
took a few seconds for his vision to clear—the pain having caused him to white
out.
His ribs must have really taken a beating when that vamp got to him—probably a
couple of broken bones. And the chunks that were taken out of his body by teeth
and claws—well, those weren’t real good, either.
“Stand back a little, Sam. I need to get your brother patched up. He’s lost a
lot of blood and we don’t need him getting any nasty infections.”
“But—”
“Back, Sam!” John’s voice was gruff.
He stepped back and let John haul Dean into the bathroom. When he shut the door
behind him, Sam’s face fell. His big brother had been hurt, and pretty
seriously. All he wanted was to help take care of him. He had stitched both of
them up before; Dad could use his help.
Dean screamed in pain and the shivers set into Sam’s skin. This wasn’t right at
all. How did the hunt go so bad that Dean got this hurt? The boy put his head
in his hands once he’d sunk to the floor next to the bathroom door. His brother
didn’t scream again, but the whimpers and light grunts were permeating
underneath the door. Sam was sure he had never felt so useless in his life.
It must have been near an hour before the two men came out of the bathroom
again. Dean had one arm over his dad’s shoulders and the other was tucked in
close to his left side as John led him over to the bed the boys usually slept
in. It was a careful and clearly painful process—getting Dean to sitting and
then lying down—and Sam watched from his place on the floor.
John turned to him once the older boy was settled underneath the covers. “You
good?”
Sam nodded, but he didn’t move to stand yet. He was very unsure of what he
would be yelled at again for doing, so he figured sitting still was a safe
enough bet.
“I’m going out for a while, but keep an eye on him. If he needs anything, get
it for him. He’s taken pain meds, but they’ll take a while to kick in.” John
didn’t say anything else before he left the two of them, likely to go drink
away his own hurts.
There was a grunt from the bed and a slight shifting as Dean tried to sit. Sam
couldn’t let him hurt himself further by stressing his injuries, so he stood
and moved to his side. His face must have belied his worry in a serious way
because Dean tried to reach out to him. He grimaced before resting back on the
bed again. “Sam, I’m really ok.”
“No, you’re not!” Sam suddenly exploded. “You aren’t fine and I want you to
stop lying to me!” The shaking in his shoulders was back and he was so close to
tears—just so angry. “You all won’t let me help and I just want to take care of
you, too.”
“Come here.” Dean’s voice was calm and soothing, trying to ease Sam down from
the ledge of anger he was ready to throw himself from. “Come lay with me for a
bit, ok? Just be a little careful.”
Sam was hesitant to crawl in bed beside his older brother, but after a little
more coaxing, he slid under the covers next to him. The distance between them
was more than he wanted, but he didn’t dare try to touch him for fear of
hurting him more..
Of course, Dean noticed his hesitation and reached over to take his brother’s
hand underneath the covers. “Hey, closer. Just… try not to jostle me, ok?”
He moved further onto the other side of the bed, but was very careful not to
shift the mattress or press himself too tight to Dean. The gauze bandages on
his hand and arm were rough under Sam’s light touch, and he didn’t like it.
Seeing Dean banged up made Sam wish he had been the one to take the damage
himself. He let his head rest softly against the side of Dean’s shoulder.
“I promise I’ll be ok. Just a couple cracked ribs, I think. Dad stitched up all
the open wounds, so those will be healed up quick.” He brushed Sam’s hair back
from where it had flopped across his face. “It’s ok.” Only silence. “Sammy?”
“I’ve never seen you like this before. I… I’m scared.”
The pain as he leaned over to place a kiss to Sam’s forehead was strong, but he
wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to show his brother affection. “No reason
to be scared. I’m good.” Scenting his hair while he leaned in, Sam smelled like
comfort and safety. If they could take him on their hunts, Dean would choose to
bring him for that sole reason. It never failed to calm him down and rev him up
at the same time.
Sam moved slowly, so that he was straddling Dean’s waist, weight hovering over
him. “I was upset earlier that Dad got to take care of you and I couldn’t
help.” Fingers traced gently over his strong abdominal muscles. John had tucked
him into bed with just his boxers on. “Let me take care of you now?” The hand
moved to palm softly at Dean’s hardening cock.
He shivered at the touch, feeling himself chub up more. His ribcage had been in
so much pain that he hadn’t realized he was starting to get hard. “I’m not
sure. What if Dad comes back?”
“It’ll be fine. Please? I need to make sure you’re ok.”
They had done this before, but it was usually only with the little scrapes and
bruises. Sam liked to take inventory of all of his injuries, either with his
hands or his mouth, tonguing and kissing along the edges of the bandages. After
Dean nodded his consent, this time was no different than before, except that
Sam was softer in all regards.
His kisses were soft and delicate, as if he could break Dean by pressing his
lips against him too rough. It was the barest brush, just the same as his
fingers. None of Sam’s weight rested against him and that almost made those
ghosting touches better, since they were the only sensation against his skin.
Sam moved down his body, paying rapt attention to each of the bandages and
bruises that spanned his ribs. They were violent purple and tender, but his
repeated kisses and the tip of his tongue over them managed to soothe some of
the hurt. Having his little brother’s mouth covering his body like this
shouldn’t have felt so incredible, but the mixture of pain and softness was
enough to make him ache with need.
“Please, Sammy,” he whispered.
He lifted his head and caught Dean’s gaze. His eyes were clouded with pain and
it was enough to have Sam moving lower. Even if his older brother was in so
much pain that he couldn’t get off, it would be a solid distraction until the
pain meds kicked in.
Gently, he shifted Dean’s legs apart so that he could kneel between them. Even
his hips were bruised, so Sam kissed across those, too, before ducking to mouth
at his cock through the thin material of his boxers. His brother’s breaths
hitched a little, but he didn’t say anything until Sam dipped lower still to
tongue at his heavy balls.
“God, please.” He was smart—knew what his little brother needed to hear.
“Sammy, I need you to make me feel better. Only you.”
Sam was careful as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and
worked them down just enough to expose Dean’s firm cock. Quickly, he swallowed
him down all the way and held him there, the head of him pressing into his
throat. The muscles were working around him, but it wasn’t long before Sam was
pulling off again.
“I’m going to go slow. Just relax and don’t move, ok?”
Slow was an understatement as Sam’s lips were a torturous drag over the hot
length. His mouth was so slick and wet, suckling around him that it felt like
one of the few girls he had been with before Sam. “You’re so good, oh god. Keep
going.”
He hoped it would spur him to go faster, but Sam kept steady, only pausing his
up and down bobbing every couple of minutes to circle his tongue over the head
of his cock. “Please, please, please.”
The heat had been pooling in his stomach from the beginning—surprisingly, it
didn’t make him want to writhe or thrust into that smaller mouth. It was like
being wrapped in a warm blanket, the feeling flowing over every inch of his
skin. He wouldn’t last much longer this way.
Dean was able to whisper, “Sam,” before he was silenced by an orgasm that had
no business being as strong as it was. His muscles didn’t tighten as much as he
expected—probably due to the combination of pain meds and muscle relaxers that
his dad had given him—but he came hard inside his little brother’s throat. It
was so forceful that it caught Sam slightly off guard and he choked.
After Sam had stopped coughing and spluttering, trying to clear his lungs, Dean
patted the bed. Always considerate, Sam tucked him back into his boxers before
lying down beside him. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know it was going to be
like that.” His speech was starting to slur.
Sam shrugged and he was smiling softly now—a much better look on him than the
mixture of fear and hurt from earlier. “Not the first time.” Dean didn’t
respond aside from a small grunt and his eyes were closed what Sam looked over
at him. “Get some sleep. You’re going to hurt like hell in the morning.”
End Notes
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