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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Sam_Winchester/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, mentions_of_John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, dub_con, Angst, Brotherly_Love, Extreme_Underage, Sam_is_eleven
      in_the_first_sexual_scene, he_is_twelve_at_the_end_of_the_story, i_hate
      myself., Dean_Cries_During_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-21 Words: 1447
****** I like it (when you look at me) ******
by DieThePedoPenner
Summary
     Sam is too young, but Dean's eyes on him make his insides flutter.
     Even though Dean seems to hate himself for it.
Notes
     So this story is kind of twisted. But I tried to make it obvious
     about consent. Dean is 16 and Sam is 12 for the climactic scene. And
     Sam is mostly the instigator. Not that any of these things make it
     right necessarily. I'm not trying to claim it's ok just because the
     kid wants it. But I am saying that Sam does.
Sam was nine the first time he caught Dean looking at him. Dean wasn't doing
anything strange but Sam was in the pool and Dean was watching him. But since
Sam had been able to swim without any trouble since he was six, and since there
was no one else in the pool, it was a bit strange how intense his brother was
looking at him. It made something in his belly flutter. He finally caught
Dean's eyes, from where they had been apparently staring at his stomach, and
Dean blushed and looked away. Sam wrote it off.
The next time Sam remembers noticing Dean looking at him is a bit different.
He's eleven now. Still small and scrawny and Dads gone so Dean is watching him.
They are both in separate beds because dad ordered two queens before they left
and Sam wakes up to a weird noise. Because of the way they have been trained he
doesn't open his eyes. He listens carefully to the rhythmic slapping sound and
tries to figure out what it is. After a few minutes of listening and not
figuring it out he opens his eyes just the tiniest crack and stares from under
his eyelashes. Dean is looking at him. He's staring at Sam's stomach and legs
and the little boxers he wears to sleep. The blanket has come off of him and
he's glowing with moonlight. Dean is staring at him...and he is stroking his
cock. He has his teeth bitten into his lip and he looks like he might be crying
as he stares at his little brother and he doesn't make a sound when he comes in
his hand. Sam watches through his eyelashes as Dean licks it off his own
fingers and looks away. Sam waits for five minutes and rolls over, making sure
the blanket isn't covering his back or his ass or the backs of his thighs. A
few minutes later he hears a sob and the slapping sound resumes. Sam realizes
his own penis is stiff between his legs but ignores it. He eventually falls
asleep.
For awhile Sam ignored it. He pretended he had no idea what was happening that
night and never saw a thing. But he starts pulling the blankets off himself
more often. Even going so far as to sleep without shorts at all one night. He's
hoping to hear Dean again. But either Dean has gotten quieter or that was a one
time thing. Sam doesn't know. But part of him is sad.
When Sam is twelve he finally starts hitting puberty. He doesn't get any taller
but his cock definitely works. To well. One evening after training, dad left
for a hunt and left the boys alone. Dean and Sam play cards. Dean cheats. Sam
tackles him to the floor and they roll around trying to pin each other. Sam
pins Dean for a moment straddling his hips. He's laughing until he realizes his
cock is hard and it's against Dean's cock. He bolts upright so fast he looked
like he was stung by a bee and runs into the bathroom. He doesn't notice Dean
frowning after him. He doesn't know Dean is terrified that Sam noticed his own
erection and that's what made him run.
Only a few weeks later Dad leaves on a hunt and sets them up a room. He only
orders a single queen because he wants to save money. Sam and Dean nod and
don't complain. Dean is 16, a bit old to be sharing a bed with his little
brother, but they are used to it. Only fancy motels come with three beds. That
night Sam goes to bed first. Dean has a six pack of beer, somehow. He lets Sam
have a sip of one but refuses to let him have his own. Sam pouts but eventually
just goes to bed. He falls asleep to the sound of Twilight Zone on the TV. He
wakes up to Dean wrapped around him like an octopus. He holds very still. Dean
is breathing heavy but it's deep and steady and it takes Sam a second to
realize he's asleep. Because Dean isn't holding still. He's humping into the
backs of Sam's thighs like it's the best thing he has ever felt. Sam pushes
back against him without thinking and Dean groans in his sleep. Dean's hips
move faster and Sam moves with him, it feels ridiculously good and Sam is hard
and his cock is rubbing against the inside of his shorts with every thrust.
When Dean comes he moans Sam's name. Sam comes in his shorts without a touch.
Dean goes limp and after a few minutes he rolls over and starts snoring. Sam is
aware strangely enough that Dean is actually awake now. He had been asleep but
had woken up when he came. He's faking to make sure Sam thinks he's still
asleep. Sam lays still and pretends to still be asleep. After about 20 minutes
Dean crawls out of bed and stares down at him. He can see the wet spot on the
back of Sam's shorts. Sam is sure of it because he can feel the spot himself.
Dean can't see the spot on the front though. Dean moves slowly and begins
sliding Sam's shorts off. At first Sam doesn't know why and the idea excites
him. His cock perks up before he realizes that Dean is just going to destroy
the evidence. He assumes Dean thinks it will be less suspicious waking up with
no boxers then ones wet with someone else's come. Dean draws them down slowly
and when he gets them off Sam can practically hear the frown when he notices
there is more come then there should be. In places that their shouldn't be. He
stands still at the end of the bed for a moment and Sam can feel him looking at
him.
"Sammy?" He whispers in a voice so whisper light that Sam could pretend he
didn't hear. Could pretend he was actually asleep.
"Yeah Dean?" He whispers back, still facing away from Dean.
He hears Dean draw in a deep breath, not quite a gasp but close. Sam rolls over
onto his back and looks at him. Sam is naked, and he's hard. He has a bit of
come still wet on his cock and the moonlight glistens on it. He meets Dean's
eyes and raises his eyebrows. Dean swallows hard and stares. He bites his lip
and looks to the bathroom, he wants to run and hide and pretend this isn't
happening. Sam won't let him. Not this time.
"You can touch me if you want." Sam says quietly. He meets Dean's eyes and
there is no trace of fear. He is trying to project confidence and assuredness.
But Dean just whimpers and starts to cry silently as he crawls up the bed and
starts kissing Sam's chest and his neck. He whispers I'm Sorrys all over Sam's
skin, even to Sam's cock as he laps at it and takes it in his mouth. Sam grabs
Dean's hand and leads it down to his hole. Dean moans through his sobs as he
starts teasing over it. He stands up and grabs the lube from his duffel. Sam
thinks he looks beautiful in the moonlight. His boxers had disappeared at some
point, Sam just wished he knew why Dean was crying. Sam rolled over and lay on
his stomach and waited. Dean touched him gently, reverently. He slipped his
fingers in, one at a time and so slow and gently that Sam thought he would die
with it. When Dean slipped his cock inside him he had to bite his lip to stop
the hiss from the pain. It wasn't to bad. He could feel Dean's tears on his
shoulder as he thrust into him. He whispered I'm Sorrys, and I love yous, and
Please don't hate me, I just can't stop, I've tried but I can't...against Sam's
neck. Sam just whispers I love yous and it's oks. Dean doesn't seem to think he
is telling the truth, but Sam comes first and without a touch to his cock and
Dean comes as well, weeping, as he rides his little brothers ass.
In the morning they won't talk about it. Dean will blame himself and hate
himself. But Sam will come back night after night, whenever their dad is gone,
and whisper in his ears that he wants him. And Dean will give in. And hate
himself, because he loves Sammy to much. But Sam really doesn't mind, he always
liked it when Dean stared at him.
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