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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, PWP, Size_Kink, Public_Blow_Jobs, Hand
      Jobs, Scent_Kink, Sibling_Incest, Established_Relationship, Dirty_Talk,
      Dom/sub_Undertones, Sub_Sam, Dom_Dean, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Impala
      Sex, Pre-Series
  Series:
      Part 1 of My_First,_Mine_First
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-12 Words: 3201
****** I Can Hear The Bells ******
by kestra_troi
Summary
     Dean drives Sam to school...smut ensues. The end.
Notes
     So Supernatural was the first fandom I ever wrote slash for waaaay
     back in the day. I never did anything with that story and if I can
     find it again I might post it idk.
     This story came to me yesterday and wouldnt leave me alone. The age
     of Dean and Sam arent explicitly stated, but Sam is still in high
     school, so he is most likely underage (hence the warning). This is
     the first time in recent history that I have written a Dean and Sam
     slash fic. I hope you enjoy it...
     Oh btw the title comes from the title of a song in the musical
     Hairspray. A good Broadway musical, an okay Hollywood film.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dean was driving Sam to school against Sam’s will. Sam had planned to just walk
to his high school. The motel they were staying at wasn’t that far away, but
someone i.e. Dean had turned off Sam’s alarm so Sam had gotten up later than he
planned. And now with the lackadaisical way Dean was driving Sam was going to
be late, and he was never late.
"Deeeeaaaannn…" Sam whined petulantly. "I’m gonna be late!"
"Nonsense!" Dean huffed as he continued on his merry way, driving with the
tenacity of a sloth. "I’ll get you there in plenty of time, baby boy. Relax.
Enjoy the ride."
It was Sam’s turn to huff and puff as he crossed his arms and pouted a very
manly pout, but he didn’t argue anymore. Sam had seen the look in Dean’s eye.
It was his mischievous look, his ‘I-gotta-idea-and-you-ain’t-gonna-like-it’
look. Sam had learned to recognize that look, especially since he and Dean had
been ‘training’ together. That look usually meant Dean was gonna make Sam cum
real hard but only after teasing him, playing with him, toying with him. Sam
knew he shouldn’t let his older brother get away with this, but his downstairs
brain overrode his upstairs brain and Sam liked getting off, especially when it
was Dean getting him off. So Sam sat there and pouted while Dean drove.
By the time they got to the school parking lot and Dean had cut the engine, Sam
had about five minutes to get to his locker and hightail it to his first class.
But once the car was parked Dean locked the doors.
"Deeeeaaannn! I’m gonna be late! I’ll get detention… AGAIN!"
Dean smirked remembering Sam’s last detention, that he may or may not have
caused, and like any good older brother he denied any culpability. It wasn’t
his fault his little baby brother got caught with his pants down in the school
bathroom jerking off. Dean had explicitly told him in the text he sent to be
quiet, but Sam was loud in bed, and if Dean was being honest he liked loud Sam,
which was why they never got to ‘train’ when their dad was around. Fortunately
John was off on a hunt in Nowheresville, Kentucky, leaving Dean and Sam alone
for two or three weeks. As of now they had maybe a week or so left before John
came home and Dean intended to make the best of the time they had left.
"Take off your pants, Sammy." Dean requested sweetly.
Dumbstruck Sam didn’t move, just gaped at his older brother incredulous. Dean
looked around and then took action. He leaned over and gave his stunned younger
brother a swift kiss on the lips before groping him through his jeans.
"Dean…" Sam moaned enjoying for a moment the feel of his brother’s hand on his
suddenly rock hard dick, but only just a moment though. "Dean, stop. No. I’m
gonna be late…"
Dean kept fondling his brother but he did pull away to take another glance
around and say, "So be late, Sammy. Being a couple minutes late ain’t gonna
kill ya. Gimme some sugar baby and I’ll let you go."
Sam love-hated when Dean gave him little teases like this. He loved it cause a)
it was Dean and Sam fucking loved kissing Dean; and b) it meant he was the one
in charge in a way, for once. But that was also what he hated about all this:
he never really had the power he never really was in charge Dean was. Dean was
setting the pace giving Sam the ‘option’ of doing whatever he wanted, getting
what he wanted, but Sam wasn’t fooled. He knew what was up he just didn’t much
care about it. Especially not when Dean was looking at him like he was the most
delicious thing Dean had ever tasted. Dean’s words of course, though of course
he denied ever saying it despite Sam’s eidetic memory.
Dean gave Sam’s dick a good squeeze to force the issue and Sam whimpered giving
in, like he always would when it came to Dean. Sam moved closer to his older
brother his eyes locked on his brother’s beautiful mouth. Dean’s supple, curvy,
pouty, full, delicious, and… oh-so-fuckable lips had Sam mesmerized as he moved
in giving them an experimental lick first.
"Ahhh…" Dean moaned. "…yeah baby boy…gimme some sugar…" Dean waited for Sam to
continue their kiss as he went on groping his brother through Sam’s suddenly
way-too-tight pants. Licking his lips Sam gave the parking lot in front of them
a once over then he surged forward again and made out with his older brother.
The two were a tangle of arms as Dean kept pawing at Sam’s erection and Sam
wound an arm around Dean pulling them as close together as they could get in
the cramped space of the car and still not be in each other’s laps. The image
of sitting on Dean’s lap and being fucked in the car in the school parking lot
sent a shock of arousal through Sam straight to his dick, which throbbed at the
thought. Sam moaned loudly.
"Shhh, baby boy, don’t want someone to hear us now do ya?" Dean teased as he
began using both his hands to unzip Sam’s pants.
Sam came back to reality momentarily, catching Deans’ wrists in his hands, but
not really stopping him. "Dean. No. I’m gonna be late…"
Just then the first bell rang. Sam was officially late. Dean smirked as he
lowered Sam’s pants down to his thighs, just enough to get a hand on Sam’s dick
through the kid’s jockstrap. Sam bucked into Dean’s grip moaning even louder.
"Dean!"
"Shhh, baby boy gotta be quiet or someone might hear us…hear you…" Dean leaned
in and gave Sam some kisses along his jaw eventually making it to Sam’s ear. As
he flicked his tongue around the ear the way Sam liked, Dean kept whispering,
"…sides…you gave me some sugar… now I want some salt…"
Sam groaned as he leaked precome into his jock. Feeling the wetness Dean pushed
a thumb into that spot causing Sam to shudder and jerk. "DEAN!"
"Shhh, baby…" Dean cooed as he moved down and started sucking a hickey into
Sam’s neck. "Lemme suck you…"
Sam yelped. "FUCK! Dean! Yeah!" Sam gave in. Again. "Do it De! Yeah! GOD! Need
to come!"
Dean let Sam’s neck out of his mouth taking a second to admire the deep red
mark he had put on his brother and then gave Sam a quick kiss. "Gotta keep
watch while I’m doin’ it ok? Don’t want anybody seein’ us right?"
"Right, De! Yeah…I’ll keep watch…I’ll—FUCK!!" Sam cursed as Dean wasted no time
in uncovering Sam’s dick and taking him to the root. Dean was a master deep-
throater, to Sam’s utter delight. He never asked Dean where he got his oral
skills though he often wondered. He preferred to just reap the benefits without
asking too many questions. As far as he knew, his was the only dick Dean was
sucking now, and that’s what mattered.
As wound up as Sam was, and considering his teenage hormones, it didn’t take
too long for Sam to be close. Real close. Sam had a hand on the back of Dean’s
head, just there to have something do with it really, while his body tensed up
ready to come. "SHIT! Gonna cum De! Gonna cum!"
Dean just kept swallowing his brother’s dick until the last possible second
when he took a hold of Sam around his balls, keeping him from cumming. Sam
practically shrieked jumping out of his skin right on the cusp of his orgasm.
"DEAN!!"
"Quiet Sammy…" Dean commanded as he used the back of his hand to wipe the tears
from his eyes. Sam groaned in frustration as his dick throbbed intensely.
"Don’t worry baby boy…" Dean said as he used his hand to slick Sam’s dick up
with his own profusely leaking precome. "…I’ll get you there. Just wanted to
see my baby brother cum is all."
Sam whimpered as Dean began stroking his now extra sensitive dick with his left
hand. With his right hand Dean grabbed the back of Sam’s head and brought the
teen right up to him so he could lay kiss on his Sammy. Sam meanwhile was a
useless, frazzled mess as he kept moaning and moaning louder and louder as Dean
brought him closer and closer to cumming again.
Dean pushed Sam’s mouth into the crook of his neck to both muffle Sam’s
gratuitous noises and bring his ear close to Dean’s mouth so Dean could whisper
his dirty thoughts to his brother. "Gonna cum little brother? Yeah…you’re gonna
cum for me…cum for me so good…with this big fuckin’ cock of yours…DAMN boy
getting’ so big…you keep on growin’ the way you are soon you’ll be bigger than
me…"                 
"DEAN!!!" Sam cried into Dean’s shoulder signaling his fast approaching orgasm.
"Damn, can’t wait…can’t wait for you to grow up, get bigger…can’t wait to choke
on your big fat cock Sammy…can’t wait…GOD! You’re so DAMN big already…bet the
other jocks are all jealous of you aren’t they…watching you when you shower
after practice…YEAH…bet they’re all jealous of Sammy Winchester and his big
fuckin’ donkey-dick…"
"DE—!!!" Sam started to call out as he began to shoot his double load before he
was cut off by Dean shoving his tongue down his throat. Their kiss was all
teeth and slobber and tongue, but neither of them cared. Sam was coming so hard
that though his eyes were closed he was seeing white. He was shooting his load
all over the place and all he could think was ‘DEAN’. Sam was the one cumming,
but his orgasm was all about Dean, how he tasted, how his hands felt, how he
smelled.
Dean kept on kissing his baby brother through his intense orgasm though Sam was
less than present, too busy cumming his brains out. Feeling smug, cause he was
the one who did that, he was the one who made Sam cum so hard he couldn’t
breathe right. And fuck if that didn’t make him want to cum in his jeans, but
he held back. This was Sam’s moment, and besides he wanted to cum in Sam’s ass
later once Sam got out of practice.
Eventually after Sam had shot so much cum his head was spinning, he stopped and
went limp in Dean’s arms. Dean slowed down his stroking, but didn’t fully stop,
milking his kid brother of all his tasty, salty cum. "Come on Sammy, one more
drop…you can do it…"
Sam groaned and writhed from sensitivity, whining, "I can’t De…I can’t…"
"Yeah you can baby…come on…gimme some more…" Dean insisted calmly sounding so
damn sure of himself and of Sam. Sam groaned and bucked trying to get out of
Dean’s grip, trying to give his brother just one more drop, one more ounce of
cum. Sam moaned as he forced out one more spurt of cum for Dean, just for Dean.
"Beautiful baby boy…fuckin’ beautiful…good boy, Sammy…good boy…" Dean praised
as Sam went completely boneless and slumped down into the car seat. He watched
as Dean brought his cum covered hand to his face. He looked as Dean took a big
whiff of his spunk and then proceeded to swallow the whole mess, slurping and
licking up the every trace of Sam’s jizz. Sam moaned quietly to himself as his
dick that was still kinda hard twitched a little painfully at the sight. With
his hand clean Dean threw a sly grin in Sam’s direction before giving his
brother a filthy kiss. Sam’s cock twitched feebly again.
"Damn Sammy, still hard? Gotta give you points for stamina. All those damn
teenage hormones rushin’ around." Dean bantered as he flicked Sam’s dick.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled as he shoved the older guy away and shifted towards his side
of the car. Dean just laughed evilly as he leaned over and licked up some of
Sam’s cum that had landed on the dashboard. Sam’s dick twitched again. Dean was
evil, through and through, pure unadulterated evil.
"Oh come on Donkey-dick don’t be moody. That was a damn mighty fine handjob I
just gave you there."
Sam blushed. "Don’t call me Donkey-dick!" He demanded forcefully—or he would’ve
demanded forcefully if he could’ve caught a full breath. Sam love-hated all of
Dean’s pet names for him like: babe, baby, baby boy, Sammy, pretty boy, nerd-
jock, etc…but he was not gonna let Dean start calling him Donkey-dick. It was
too embarrassing. He was still a teen. He was still at that age where pride in
his body and his good looks had yet to replace teen angst and bodily shame.
Dean calling him Donkey-dick wouldn’t help.
"Oh calm down, baby…don’t get your dick in a twist." Dean burst out with
laughter as he went on. "Cause with a dick like that you’d never get it
undone."
"Ha-ha very fuckin’ funny, Dean." Sam snarked as Dean guffawed about his awful,
not-funny "joke".
"Aww…come on baby, don’t be a spoil sport. If you wanna freak out about
something you should probably freak out about it being 8:30 already."
That killed Sam’s boner in an instant. He looked at the dashboard clock
unbelieving. He had missed most of first period. He was so getting detention
AGAIN. He thanked God his dad was out of town and wouldn’t be hearing about
this.
"SHIT DEAN!" Sam bellowed as Dean went out of his head with laughter. Sam
wrangled his cock back into his jock and zipped up his pants in a hurry. He
reached for the door handle when Dean grabbed him.
"What’s ya hurry, babe? You’re already late…might as well wait ‘til your second
period to head in don’t ya think? No rush…"
"Deeeaannn…"
"Saaaammmmyyyy…" Dean echoed with the same whiny-teen tone. "GOD. Relax. You’ve
got time to kill before the next bell…relax."
Despite his better judgment Sam did relax, resting his head on the Impala’s
seat. The way he was growing he soon wouldn’t be able to recline in this
position. ‘Something else to look forward to…’ Sam mused blushing as he did.
Dean of course noticed the adorable blush going up his brother’s face. He had
never thought of blushing as being sexy until he saw Sam do it and then, BAM
instant sex appeal. He loved seeing his little brother blush.
"Hey, babe what ya thinkin’ bout that’s got you all red?"
Sam’s blush deepened. "Nothing Dean."
"You’re such a bad liar Sammy-boy. I know what’s got you all red…you were
thinking on all that hot sex we just had."
"It wasn’t sex Dean." Sam said trying to sound authoritative. "It was just a
handjob. And a handjob doesn’t count."
"Oh well excuse me Mr. Smarty-pants I didn’t realize that Donkey-dick
Winchester was the holder of all sexual knowledge. I might just have to get on
my knees and blow you but been there done that."
"GOD Dean! Whatever. Just let me go." Sam finally began to fidget, trying to
pry his wrist out of Dean’s grasp. But seeing as Dean was still bigger and
stronger than him, Sam didn’t succeed.
"Hey babe…come here a sec." Dean tempted with a cocky grin and a come-hither
look in his eye. Sam slid like an inch closer.
"What Dean?"
"Come. Here." Dean enunciated sounding like an annoyed older brother. Sam
hesitantly slid closer to his brother until they were just a few inches apart.
Dean gave Sam a chaste peck on the lips and said, "Sorry for making you late,
babe…you’re just so damn hot, Sammy. Can barely keep my hands off of you. The
way you look, the way you sound, the way you cum, the way you smell…" Dean
kissed him again, deeper this time. "…so DAMN hot baby!"
"Dean…" Sam sighed.
BZZZZZZZZZZ! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
"Oh well, time to go Sammy boy. Don’t wanna be late for second period." Dean
quipped as he pulled away from his brother. Sam looked at himself in the car
mirror trying to make sure he didn’t look like he just got a handjob from his
older brother in their dad’s favorite car. He groaned when he saw the hickey on
his neck.
"Dude! Ho--…why!?"
"What?" Dean asked all innocent. "Oh that. Well I gotta let those teen girls
and boys know you’re taken Sammy. A big-dicked, strapping boy like you…uh-huh
can’t have anyone thinking you’re available."
"Dean I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…"
"I know Sammy." Dean said all serious for once. "I know you’re all mine. I know
you wouldn’t go for anybody else. Who else could make you cum so hard you see
God?"  
And just like that all the seriousness was gone. Sam huffed as he grabbed his
backpack from the backseat and made to get out of the car. As he opened the
door Dean gave him his last few pointers for the day.
"Don’t take a shower after practice alright Sammy-boy? Want you smellin’ ripe
for me."
Sam blushed all prettily AGAIN. "Yeah…yeah Dean…I know." Sam got out of the car
and closed the door behind him.
Dean leaned over and rolled down the passenger-side window some. "And you
better not touch yourself today Sammy. No jerking off in bathrooms or anywhere
else. Am I clear? ‘Spect you to have a nice big load saved up for me this
afternoon. I’m gonna fuck it out of you…And... oh yeah you’re walking home
today."
"Dean!" Sam spat as he glanced around and his blush deepened AGAIN. He ducked
his head down and talked through the window too. "I know Dean…I
won’t…I…yeah…see you…"
With nothing more to say Dean rolled up the window and started the car as Sam
rushed over towards the school building. Before he pulled out of the parking
spot Dean palmed the hard on in his own pants.
He had been hard the whole time and REALLY needed to blow his wad, but using
what little self-control God gave him he stopped himself. He promised himself
that he was going to get to cum today. But he was going to save it until he was
fucking Sam.
It was times like these that made Dean wish he had a job to go to. Something,
anything to distract him all day from thoughts of Sam: how good he tasted, how
good he felt in his hand and would feel beneath him, squirming on Dean’s dick,
how good he would smell walking straight home after an intense soccer practice.
Dean was real glad the coach here at this high school was as extremely
psychotic about practice and training as his father was. Sam was usually so
worn out at the end of his day he didn’t much care what Dean did to him. And
that’s how Dean liked his Sammy…willing and pliant…and smelling ripe.
End Notes
     I have like a vague notion of a possible sequel, so if you want to
     see more of this storyline, please send me comments saying so or
     kudos work too, but I wont necessarily write one instantly. It all
     depends on when inspiration strikes and when I can find the time.
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