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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Extreme_Underage, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Marking, First_Time
  Collections:
      Dirty+Bad+Wrong+Hot_Supernatural
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-23 Words: 826
****** How Many Times ******
by lostinmymindforever
Sammy's first time is in the backseat of the Impala. Dad's asleep in the motel
room not 15 feet away from them. Sammy is on Dean's lap, biting his lip, trying
not to make a noise as his big brother thrusts in and out of his body. It
hurts, but at the same time feels so damn good. Dean's telling him how good
he's being, telling him how proud of him he is, and Sammy knows that no matter
how much it hurts, he'll do this whenever Dean asks because he needs to have
Dean proud of him.
Sammy's second time is in this abandoned house. Dad's off hunting something,
Sammy's not sure what, and Dean has him pinned against the wall, hands tight on
Sammy's hips as he thrusts into him hard and fast. Sammy can feel Dean's mouth
on his neck, biting, leaving marks, but he doesn't care, he's Dean's good boy.
Sammy’s third time is in bed, Dean crawling under the covers with him, holding
his hand over Sammy’s mouth to keep him quiet. Dad’s asleep not 5 feet away and
Dean fucks him hard, once more marking Sammy up. As soon as Dean’s done he
crawls out of the bed and goes back to where he is sleeping on the floor,
leaving Sammy hard and aching.
Sammy’s fourth time is in the shower, he’s tired and dirty and just wanting to
get clean. Dean slides in behind him in the tight space, pushing Sammy against
the wall, and Sammy is too tired to say anything. He lets Dean take him hard
and fast, Dean panting and moaning into his ear, Dean once more biting a mark
into his neck as he comes before leaving the shower and Sammy.
Sammy’s fifth time is at school, Dean dragging him into a janitors closet,
shoving down his pants and entering him without any prep. Sammy bites his lip
so hard it bleeds, silently crying as Dean fucks him hard and fast. Not a word
is spoken, not like the first time when Dean told him how good he was, when
Dean made it seem like this was something more than just sex to his brother.
Once again Dean leaves after he’s done, like nothing happened.
Sammy’s hundredth time is on his 12th birthday. Dad is gone on another hunt
leaving Dean and Sammy alone together. Dean shoves him down onto the bed and
fucks him hard, for hours it seems, coming again and again inside of him until
Sammy passes out from exhaustion and pain. He doesn’t see Dean again until
after dark, and Dean is drunk when he stumbles into their motel room giving him
sloppy kisses and wishing him a happy birthday.
Sammy’s lost count of how many times it is by now. But once more he’s alone
with Dean, Dean’s hands on his body, Dean’s lips on his flesh. But this time...
this time seems different somehow. Dean’s touches are gentle, his kisses are
soft, he says Sammy’s name, whispering soft nothings in Sammy’s ears, telling
him how much he loves him, how much he needs him. And it breaks Sammy’s heart,
because he knows that Dean means it and he knows this will never happen again.
Sammy leaves for Stanford the next night day and a piece of him is dead and
broken inside.
Sam’s first time is violent and brutal, his hands grasping at Dean, angry and
hurting, lost without Jessica. He’s angry at the world, at Dean, at their
father, at the thing that killed her, but most importantly at himself. He takes
Dean hard and fast, bruising and claiming, owning Dean like his brother used to
do to him. When it’s over he curls up in a ball, crying out his pain, his loss,
his rage. Dean holds him close. And Sam knows that had things been different
when they were younger it would have been Dean dead on the ceiling and not
Jessica.
Sam’s last time was quiet. There were no words to be spoken, they both knew
what was to come. Hell and Purgatory had already had them, and nothing they
could do would prevent the end. They clung to each other, bodies moving in that
long practiced dance, first Dean taking Sam, tender and loving and desperate.
Sam took Dean next, hard and fast and filled with years of regrets, years of
pain, years of love. When the morning came they stood side by side and faced
their end.
Sammy’s first time was tender, out in the middle of a field on a summer’s day.
Dean slowly took him, whispering words of love and devotion, hands caressing
Sammy’s body. He wasn’t sure how old they were supposed to be, older than how
it had happened when they were alive, but it was good, right and pure. Dean
worshiped Sammy, and in turn Sammy did the same to Dean, forever in their
eternal dance of love.
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