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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:
      Sam_is_16, The_game_Seven_Minutes_in_Heaven, Sam's_first_High_School
      Party, Wall_Sex, hot_and_heavy, Pre-Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-17 Words: 2586
****** Seven Minutes ******
by vernie_klein
Summary
     Sam goes to his first high school party. What could go wrong? Oh-
     just his brother showing up to bust him. Sam is 16, Dean 20 in this
     fic,
Notes
     Love you, Em. Thought you might like some hot and heavy for your
     Thursday!
      
     Not beta'd any mistakes are mine.
Seven Minutes
A Sam and Dean Story
 
Sam knew he was in trouble. He glanced at the clock and then at the door. The
last thing Sam wanted was for Dean to show up to his first High School party-
ever.
Sam was cross-legged on the floor, amid of a circle of friends. They were
playing Spin the Bottle and drinking. Well, everyone else was drinking. Sam had
decided that he didn’t want Dean doubly mad at him that night. He spun the
empty Miller Lite bottle in a tight circle for a second time that night and
breathed a sigh of relief as it landed on Susie, a girl in his AP Biology
class. She was pretty- at least in a natural beauty kind of sense. One thing
about her was that she was wicked smart. Well, that and totally aware that Sam
liked boys more than girls. He knew as he leaned forward to meet her lips that
she would be respectful. Not totally clinical and dry, but not all teenage fun-
love like some people. The kiss was fairly chaste, a simple press of lips that
lasted the requisite fifteen seconds. Sam pulled back and smiled. Susie was a
sweet girl. It was a shame that he couldn’t look at her like that. He sat back
down and waited, sipping his coke while the kids around him drank.
The doorbell rang in the distance. Sam’s Hunter instinct kicked in as his
friend John’s dad answered the door. Sam panicked, sweat beading on his
forehead as Dean’s voice carried down the hall, asking if Sam was there. Sam
glanced to Susie and she jumped into action. Sam stood, hands sweating as Susie
pulled him over to the pantry. She gave Sam a look that said let me take care
of this and shut him in the dark room. Sam walked as calmly as he could to the
back wall and slid along the surface until he came to rest on the cool tile
floor.
Minutes felt like hours as Sam sat in the dark waiting for Susie to tell him
the coast was clear. He heard voices in the main room, but they sounded muffled
and distant. Sam rested his head on his knees and did his best to take deep
breaths to prevent his panic attack from getting worse. The door opened
slightly. Sam glanced up in an attempt to ascertain exactly who was coming into
the pantry. The light had been dimmed in the other room and Sam’s heartbeat
sped as he took in the silhouette- Dean. He stood quietly and wiped his sweat-
slick palms on his now damp jeans.
“Okay… So, I was told to come in here.” Dean started. Sam could hear the
nervousness beating under his brother’s usually cocky bravado. “Something about
playing Seven Minutes in Heaven… I know. This girl just shoved me in here. So,
if you wanna come out from wherever you’re hiding and make out with me, I
promise to make it worth it.”
Sam could picture his brother’s smirk. He pursed his lips and let out a shaky
breath through his nose. It was now or never. Dean may never speak to him
again, but it was a chance that Sam was willing- no had to take. Now or Never.
Sam stepped up to Dean and placed a hand on his brother’s hip. He leaned
forward as Dean’s hands automatically threaded through Sam’s hair. Dean pulled
Sam close and lightly pushed their lips together. Sam couldn’t believe he was
finally kissing his brother.- the object of his unrequited pining since he had
been 12 and figured out what his dick was really for. He licked the outer shell
of Dean’s lips, his confidence coming to the forefront. Sam was rock solid in
his jeans and tried his hardest to keep his body angled away from his brother.
He figured Dean would freak out if he found out he was kissing a dude, but he
would probably punch him if he found out said dude had a raging boner from the
slight contact.
Sam sighed as Dean’s lips parted and tentatively stuck his tongue in. Sam felt
Dean relax into the awkward kiss. Sam had kissed a few girls in his sixteen
years on planet Earth, but there had never been tongue involved. Susie had
offered to teach him, but he felt like it would have been too forced. Sam
allowed his tongue to touch the intimate places in Dean’s mouth. He deepened
the kiss- no matter how awkward, he would try his best to enjoy it. He tasted
cinnamon toothpaste- his, that Dean would steal because he was too lazy to find
his own. Sam found this whole situation weird since Dean was supposed to be on
a date with some Katie girl that he met at the local diner. She was twenty-one,
he had a fake- so there was no reason that Dean would be there, in a closet
sucking face tasting of cinnamon.
Sam began to panic. The kiss turned frantic as Dean fought- and won dominance.
He walked Sam backwards toward the wall. Sam knew his time was almost up and
his hands scrambled for purchase against Dean’s hips. He braced himself for the
inevitable. Sam pushed at Dean, a half-assed attempt to get his brother to keep
his distance. Dean tightened his grip in Sam’s hair and tilted his head
deepening the kiss further, tangling their tongues together in an erotic dance.
Dean’s hands unthreaded from Sam’s chin length hair and cradled his jaw. Sam
really didn’t need to shave all of the time yet, but he didn’t think his face
was baby smooth. Shit. Sam thought when Dean ran and finger against his stubble
and shoved him against the wall- hard. Sam had to stand at his full height-
about an inch taller than his brother to avoid Dean touching his crotch. Dean
had to know Sam was a guy. He felt his stubble for fuck’s sake. Dean was six
foot already, and Sam at 6’ 1”, while he didn’t tower over the older body, he
was taller and still growing.
Sam gasped as Dean pushed into his mouth, the kiss frantic and dirty. Sam
stilled as Dean’s hands travelled down his broad shoulders and skimmed his
slender, coltish arms. Sam tightened his fingers around Dean’s sharp hipbones
as he ran just the tips of his fingers down Sam’s chest, resting his hand on
Sam’s shaking belly.
Dean pulled away slightly and ghosted a breath over Sam’s bite swollen lips.
“Shh… It’s okay…”
Sam’s eyes screwed shut as Dean wrapped both hands around Sam’s hips and pulled
him flush against his chest, their denim covered cocks rubbing together. Sam
whimpered as Dean’s hard on brushed Sam’s jean covered erection again and
again. Dean pushed Sam harder against the wall. His left hand moved to thumb
the button of Sam’s jeans. Sam moved a hand over Dean’s and helped to rip the
zip down to open his pants. He pushed down his jeans and boxers and guided
Dean’s hand to his weeping cock. Sam jerked his hips forward as Dean ran a hand
up and down his shaft in a loose fist. He pulled away from Dean’s now bruising
kiss and mouthed along his brother’s strong, stubbled jaw and back to his ear.
Dean’s fist worked harder, spreading precome over Sam’s shaft.
“Dean…” Sam moaned. He stilled as the implications of his moan hit his brain.
There was a knock on the door. “Seven Minutes are up dude! You two can come out
anytime!”
Sam recognised his friend John’s voice. He must have thought it funny to send
Sam’s brother into the dark closet. Sam whimpered and tried to pull away from
Dean. Dean pulled Sam’s cock harder and leaned his entire weight on Sam to
force him against the wall.
“Shh… little brother.” Dean twisted on the upstroke. Sam wanted to melt. “You
and me? We’re leaving in the morning. You wanna look totally fucked out and
give ‘em something to talk about in this lame ass fucking town?”
Sam whimpered and nodded against his brother’s neck. He worked his hand between
their bodies and palmed Dean’s erection. “Dean… Let me?” Sam whispered into
Dean’s stubbly jaw as he placed open mouthed kisses along the length.
“Sammy… baby boy.” Dean leered. “Let’s give ‘em a real treat.”
Dean pulled his hand off Sam’s cock and kissed his forehead as Sam whined. “I’m
all open and ready. Want you so bad… You think you’re all… slick… and covert. I
knew you were comin’ here. Knew you would freak out when I showed up. Shh… You
know you did, or you wouldn’t be in here.”
Sam heard a click and zip of parting fabric. A loud bang on the outside of the
door startled Sam from his revelling.
“Hey! We’re busy in here!” Dean yelled at the door. Sam heard Dean toe off his
shoes and let his jeans and boxer briefs fall to the floor. He reached out to
grab the hem of Dean’s shirt and whipped the band tee over his brother’s head.
Sam knew his brother was naked in front of him and he couldn’t see a thing. He
wanted nothing more than to map his brother’s freckle pattern with his tongue.
He couldn’t believe his luck though. Dean wanted him. Sam whimpered.
Dean must have known the thoughts that ran through Sam’s head. He stepped up to
Sam and pulled his shirt over his head, sweat running down his chest to pool in
the wiry hair at the base of his cock. Dean wrapped strong arms around Sam’s
neck and leaned forward. “Ready to catch me, little brother?”
Sam didn’t even have time to think before Dean jumped up and wrapped his legs
around Sam’s waist. Sam turned them so that Dean was against the wall. The head
of his cock caught Dean’s slick, loose rim. Sam gasped at the feeling. Dean
pushed lightly on Sam, causing his cock to slip slightly into Dean’s waiting
hole.
“Do it, Sam.” Dean moaned. “Fuck me.”
Sam whimpered as he steadied Dean’s hip and entered his brother in one swift
push. Dean cried as his ball came to a rest on Sam’s trimmed bush. Sam almost
came from the heat alone- but the pressure? It was delicious. Sam hadn’t felt
anything better in his whole life. It was like coming home.
“Move.” Dean demanded. Sam gasped and tightened his arms around his brother’s
hips and ass. He pushed Dean up, his cock slightly catching as he pulled
partially out. He dropped Dean back down and moaned as he sped up the movement.
Dean locked his heels behind Sam’s back and rode his brother with all he had.
Sam felt the heat pool low in his abdomen as Dean impaled himself over and over
on Sam’s cock. Sam pushed Dean against the wall and jackhammered into his
brother, swift thrusts slamming against Dean’s prostate.
Dean cried out as he captured Sam’s mouth in a kiss. Their tongues battled from
dominance in Sam’s hot mouth. He pushed his hips at his brother, snapping him
into the wall so hard, Sam thought the drywall dented. Sam felt Dean spasm
around him, the tight heat pulling the orgasm from his body. Sam cried Dean’s
name loudly and froze as he shot hot ropes of come in his brother’s ass. Dean
scrunched his face and yelled Sam’s name loud enough John’s parents probably
heard. He came- untouched, the semen spurting on Sam’s chest and chin. He
stuttered his hips through the aftershocks and smiled as he planted chaste
kisses on his brother’s face.
Dean smacked Sam in the back of the head. “Let me down, dude. But- easy. I just
got reamed by a monster cock.”
Sam reluctantly pulled out and scrunched his eyes at the hiss that snuck out
from Dean’s lips. He slowly lowered his brother to his feet. “Dude. I can hear
your Bitchface all the way from here. Quit your moping, Bitch.”
Sam scowled. “Don’t be such a jerk, Dean. Thanks for the ru-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, baby boy.” Dean growled. “I’m gonna tell
you this now- and I’m gonna keep telling you this til it lands true in that
pretty-little skull of yours. You are mine. I don’t share. I’m gonna want you
just as much in ten years as I do now.”
Sam whimpered as Dean pushed a finger against his chest. “We will be doing that
again and again. As much as you want.”
“Really?” Sam whispered as Dean kissed and nipped at his throat.
“You’d better believe it, sweetheart.” Dean licked the stripe of cooling come
off Sam’s chin and chest. “Now… We should get dressed and go back to the motel
to fuck like rabbits before Dad gets here in the morning to take us to
Wyoming.”
Dean stepped back and gathered his clothes. Sam still couldn’t really see well,
but he could hear Dean pull on his underwear and jeans. He fumbled around for
his own clothes and hastily pulled them on, not caring if they were right.
Dean stood up from what Sam assumed was tying his boot- and kissed him on the
lips. It was chaste, but that kiss? It held all of the promises of the world.
He moved to the door and threw it open just as John was moving to knock again.
His face was red and Sam couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.
Sam looked over Dean’s shoulder at Susie and smiled. She raised her eyebrows
and bit her bottom lip, questioning Sam. He smiled wider and nodded his head
vigorously. Susie gave him a thumbs up to which Dean pulled Sam out from behind
him and kissed- quick and dirty, with tons of tongue. Sam moaned as his brother
mapped out his teeth and ran his hands up and down Sam’s back, stopping to
squeeze his ass periodically and pull him closer.
Sam broke the kiss reluctantly and glanced at Susie. She was frantically
fanning herself and trying to discreetly cross her legs. Sam bet she came just
from that. He grabbed his brother’s hand and headed toward the door. “Sorry,
John. Gotta run. My brother decided that sex was more important than me being
here.”
Dean smiled and waggled his eyebrows. Sam looked down at his shirt and realised
the tag was at the front. He chuckled. It couldn’t get much worse than it
already was- shirt inside-out, backwards, and to top it all off, he tucked it
in his underwear. He pulled Dean along despite the stutters and confused looks
of his classmates. He kissed Susie on top of the head on the way by and
whispered Thank you, as him and Dean made their getaway.
Sam pulled Dean through the door and down the stairs to the waiting Impala.
Dean laughed and dropped Sam’s hand, pushing him against the car and pulling
his shirt over his head. Dean expertly flipped the shirt the correct way and
slid the worn fabric over Sam’s now crazy hair. Sam smiled at the chaste kiss
Dean planted on his lips. He pushed away from the car and headed toward the
passenger side.
“Now… let’s get home, little brother. It’s my turn to fuck the shit outta that
virgin ass of yours.” Dean smirked as he pulled his door open.
“Love you too, Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
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