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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Sam_Winchester/Other(s), John_Winchester/
      Other(s)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Torture, Top_Dean, Bottom_Sam
  Series:
      Part 2 of Gift
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-17 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 18028
****** The best gift ******
by melitta4ever
Summary
     Sequel to ‘A gift for a man’. After his time with the psycho-witch,
     Sam is having problems living with his family. Dean blames himself
     for what he did to Sam. John is drowning in self-hate.
Notes
     Previously published in LJ on March'12.
     Please see the warnings. Non-con and torture are in the past, but Sam
     remember them very vividly.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The bar was dark enough to hide, but loud. It was his luck that there was such
a big birthday crowd in such a small town. No one was bothering him right now,
but considering the number of times he had heard the ‘bottoms up!’ cry, soon
there would be a fight. That many young men and that much tequila would never
make a peaceful combination.
John tried to silence the background noise and buried himself in his thoughts;
the bars were his study area after all. However, the problem with him having no
solution was not the background noise; John was clueless on what to do, zilch.
Considering the time and effort he had spent on searching for his little boy,
it was incredibly annoying that he was at complete loss on how to deal with
him, now that he had finally found him. Of course he had known that it was not
going to be easy, he was not stupid. Damn! he had tried to be patient. He had
given Sam his time and space. He had taken a break from hunting the yellow eyed
son of a bitch and stayed in one place to spend some time with his boy, to bond
with Sammy. He had tried to remind the kid that they were family, but to no
avail. Sam was still afraid of John. Afraid was quite an underestimation
actually, the kid was terrified. John knew his son’s fear was not personal; he
knew that the reason behind it was Sam’s horrifying experiences with men at his
father’s age. He knew it, and the knowledge was constantly carving his heart
with a blunt knife. He was a horrible father and even a worse husband;
betraying Mary’s trust, letting the child she had guarded with her life be
taken by monsters.
At the beginning, John had blamed Dean. It was much easier on his conscience
that it was his older son’s deed that made Sam so timid around his family. It
made sense. Dean had exploited Sammy, used him and treated him like those
fucking bastards and now, the kid was expecting the same treatment from the
other members of the family too. Dean’s remorse had made it even easier to put
all the blame on the boy. Penitence had landed like a visible burden on his
young shoulders when he had learned the truth about the sweet ass he had been
eagerly pounding. He could not even get angry at his father for hiding the
truth about Sam for years. There had been no shock or happiness in those eyes
for finding his dead brother; only the angst and the overwhelming shame. He had
pleaded forgiveness from Sammy with silent tears again and again, and could not
even look at his brother’s face after that.
John had told his oldest to keep his distance from Sammy; definitely not to
touch him, not to stay alone with him, not to be at the same room with him…. He
had hoped that seeing all the precautions John was taking, Sam might trust his
father, might believe that John would never allow anything like that ever
happen to Sam again. However, it had not worked. He needed to sit in a bar to
see the shit strait. Needed to get some time-out from his problems: one
traumatized and one self-condemned boys, one loud and persistent conscience. He
might not deserve one, but he needed a God damn break. They had been holed up
in this small town for almost a month and John missed the burning relaxation
offered by his old friend Jack.
God, his Sammy…. the brown eyes too big for his cute face, nervously looking
around, always on alert for something bad to happen… His sweet, little boy.
Those bastards took that lively, happy kid and turned him into this trapped,
fidgety gazelle. Fucking Seville and his fucking customers! He got another
large sip from his whiskey. Fuck them all, he would get to them eventually and
made them pay for what they had done. But for now, he had arranged his family a
nice, comfy cabin outside of the town; a good one hour away from any crowd that
might scare his youngest. It calmed Sam a little, but it was damn hard on John.
He could not connect his youngest for obvious reasons and Dean… Dean was
avoiding him, his face was always down with shame whenever faced his father.
John knew he was too harsh on the boy, he knew it was his responsibility to
give Dean some break, help him a little. But, every time he had decided to do
so, he had seen another small twitch on Sam and anger –although mostly towards
himself- was replacing all the other feelings.
The worst part of living an hour away from the civilization was restocking
their pantry. At first, John had not even thought about it as a problem, he had
taken Sam with him to the grocery shopping. It had been a really bad idea. Sam
managed to turn himself into a tiny, little ball in the car during the whole
trip. The boy was so tense that John thought he might explode in any second.
They had to cut the trip short before Sam shatter his teeth by the sheer force
of grinding them. The next time, John had sent Dean to town and stayed at the
cabin with Sam. It was not any better. Sam turned himself into that dense,
tight ball again and squeezed into the corner of his bed, shaking until Dean
arrived.
This time, he had left both his sons in the cabin, warning Dean not to get too
close to his brother. Not that the boy had any intentions of doing it, but John
had needed to give the order; just like he had needed to make this stop. He was
drowning in despair and needed to relax even if for a little while. He asked
the barmaid for another one, one last, before he went back to his broken sons.
The barmaid was what you could call a big girl. Her curves were round, heavy
breasts were pouring from her shirt and she had a very pretty face. John gave
her a half smile when she flirtatiously filled his glass. She replied with a
generous display of her breasts, a cleavage big enough to bury his face
together with his problems. For his defense, John really tried to stop himself
staring at them like a freaking teenage boy. Damn! She was gorgeous, and it had
been a while; but his plan was going back to his boys after his third whiskey.
However, when he finished it, the girl gave her another warm smile, filled his
glass again ‘on the house’ and told him that she was going to be free in an
hour. Her hands were soft, her smile was sincere and she had those full lips
that John was sure going to feel like heaven around his cock. The image of the
girl blowing him while John’s hands squeezing those fleshy, beautiful breasts
did it for him. He stayed; drank few beers, played a little pool, and gave the
girl one hell of a kiss when they left the bar for her place. Her lips were
softer than John had hoped. She was soft overall, pliant and wanton.
The girl, Leslie was her name, was good, she was freaking awesome. It had been
a while John had such a sweet company. She was a little bit young for his age,
but way too willing; God, was she willing. John gave it her good, pounded her
to the soft mattress, her long blonde hair swirling around his fingers. She
kept praying and swearing, and he drank her whimpers, her moans. Her hands were
pulling his head into her neck and John was sure he was giving her a very bad
case of stubble burn. Hey, she was asking for it.
John wanted to get his breath together and leave after that amazing fuck, but
before he could attempt to get up, she went down on him. Those fucking cock-
sucker lips! John could not refuse another run. When everything was over, they
were both tired. Leslie slept on his chest, softly sucking his fingers while
John was waiting her to sleep deep enough so that he could leave without waking
her.
When he opened his eyes, it was 2am! He had spent more than 12 hours away from
his boys, without letting them know or checking them. He left the sleeping girl
and drove like a maniac to reach the cabin.
XXX
No more Billy, he was Sam. That’s what John said. John said that he was his
father too. The first time he had said those words, Sam had tried to play along
as he had learnt so well. He had knelt before John and placed his head to the
guy’s knees. John was OK at the beginning with the gesture until he heard Sam
asking his daddy to punish him. Not so OK after that. For a while, Sam thought
he was just not getting the game he was supposed to play and he tried different
scenarios he could think of, offered different pleasures. They all ended with
John stopping him with a really sad voice, ‘No, Sammy, please. You don’t have
to this ever again. You hear me, son. Never…’ And after each time, John was
scolding Dean, probably thinking Sam could not hear them, ‘You see what you
did? You see your BROTHER’s reaction to his family…’ At the beginning, Sam had
thought John was angry at Dean because the young hunter had pampered Sam; but
after a week he finally had gotten that it was not the case.
He really did get that John was not asking for sex. The guy was not scolding
Dean for pampering Sam, but because Dean had fucked his brother. Sam understood
that John was not going to ask it from him and he should be happy with that. He
was eating well, nobody was torturing him, and John had promised him that
Seville was never going to find him. Sam should have been happy and relaxed,
but he did not. Everything he knew on how to survive was taken from him. He did
not know what to do. He had no idea how to behave around these people. What
were the right things to do? What were the things that deserve the punishment?
And what would be the fucking punishment, when he was surely going to get? Sam
could not spend another day not knowing it, whatever it was it could not be
worse than not knowing.
Even though John had done nothing to him, Sam was afraid of the guy. He could
not forget the eyes staring at him from those holes while he had been making
love to Dean. Something with those eyes made his bones shiver. Whenever John
looked at him, Sam thought he was going to see it again, the cold, yellow tint
in those brown eyes. He was going to see it and his life was going to turn into
hell again. He knew it did not make any sense, but fear seldom did.
Sam tried to control his fear, at least not to show it to John because he
missed Dean. He hoped that if he behaved not-skittish around the guy, John
would not keep Dean at bay any more. He really wanted to be close to Dean
again, to feel safe and secure. Although the hunter was much bigger and
definitely a lot stronger than Dean, Sam felt safer with him; with his brother,
that’s what John had told him. He had said Dean was his older brother and it
was wrong –oh, so bad, dirty, wrong- that Dean had sleptwith him. John had told
him that it was never, ever going to happen again, and he expected Sam to be
happy for that. Growing up in a house full of whores without a family, the
‘brotherhood’ did not make any affect on Sam. He loved some of the boys he had
been living with. Seville had called them brothers too and they had always
touched each other the ‘bad’ way, as John put it. So, no; the brother thing did
not have that effect on Sam.
Seeing how angry John was at Dean for what they had done, Sam could only
imagine how furious the hunter would be if he ever learned how Sam was feeling
for his brother. He could not stop those feelings though. He did miss Dean. He
missed his smile, his bright eyes, the delicious smell, the perfect taste… he
missed the warmness, softness and peace in those strong arms… the soothing
sound of the heartbeat, the hands between his hair, the touch of those plush
lips on his forehead…
Dean did not touch him anymore, he did not even look at him and he was always
sad. So sad… Whenever Sam caught those green eyes, there was so much pain in
them that Sam felt he could drown in it. He wanted to reach out and clean that
pain from those brilliant eyes... but, he could not; he did not want John to
get angry and punish him. He did not want to see the man’s eyes turn into those
scary yellow again. He knew, he knew that there was no such thing as yellow
eyes, but… God! He was so scared.
Over the time, Sam had found out that he could remember Dean. Small memory
patches, hard to differentiate from his dreams, but still he did remember, kept
remembering more and more. One picture from here, another from there: The
green, loving eyes looking at him, a chubby and bossy kid feeding him, playing
with him, hugging him. He remembered those adorable lips giving him
raspberries, tickling his jowl. He remembered waking up to Dean’s arms,
snuggling with him to sleep, asking him to kiss it better. Strangely, he could
not remember John at all. However hard he tried, his first memory of the guy
was still him talking to Seville, giving Sam that icy smirk.
John was away now. Dean was in the other room; he never got close to Sam when
John was away. Sam spent most of the day lying down on his bed and reading the
books Dean had gotten for him. Sam knew it was Dean who bought them, although
John had given them to Sam. When John had gone to the town, he had brought food
and drinks. The books, though, had showed up when Dean had gone shopping. That
day had been a really bad one for Sam, when Dean was away. Generally, even if
he could not see Dean, he always knew that the young hunter was somewhere in or
around the cabin. For some stupid reason Sam felt that if John tried to hurt
him, Dean would have stopped the guy. But, when Dean left for the town, there
was no one; he was all alone with John for hours. The guy did not hurt him that
day, but Sam could breathe only after Dean got back. He had been so tensed that
he could not even manage to thank Dean for those precious gifts.
It was really late; Sam could hear the soft breathing noise coming from the
next door. Dean was sleeping. If Sam knew for sure that John would not show up
at the worst possible point, he would long have crawled into Dean’s bed and
seek some comfort between his arms. But, he did not want to get caught by the
man. He did not want to sleep alone either, because he knew how scared he would
be when John entered into the room while he was sleeping. He was sleepy tough,
and damn, he had to go to the bathroom; but it was dark. The freaking lamp had
burnt out in the middle of the night; Sam had no idea how to fix it. Of course,
he could walk five steps to the bathroom, five freaking steps and have the
light. He could relieve himself, keep the light on and could read more until
John arrived… He had forced himself more than once to do so. Maybe ten times he
tried to drop his feet to the ground, but immediately collected them back under
his legs before they could touch the floor. Many nights on dark playgrounds or
with freaking blindfolds had that effect; dark did not bode well with Sam. It
was not like that he had not suffered under bright lights. He had, maybe more
so. But, the thing with the dark… the unknown, the waiting, knowing that the
other person could see you… No, no… He could wait. John would arrive soon
anyways, he would turn on the lights and Sam would go to the bathroom.
He did not realize that he had fallen asleep while waiting, but he knew he was
dreaming, a nightmare actually, again. He was with one of the tricks, the old
guy with the chocolate cigars. His head heavy with the smell of burned flesh,
the pain in his groin was pushing him toward unconsciousness. ‘Please, sir; not
again… I’ll do it, sir; just gimme a minute, I’ll cum… Please...’And suddenly,
there he was, John with yellow eyes. He was not doing anything, only watching,
but Sam felt like his gaze was drilling holes into his brain, coloring his
small body with that sickish yellow. The absolute terror; the paralyzing,
suffocating fear. He knew it was a nightmare; he tried to wake up, ‘wake up,
wake up, wake up…’
“Sammy wake up!” John tried one more time, touching softly the shivering kid’s
shoulder. Sam was obviously having a nightmare, shaking, whimpering, and crying
very quietly in his sleep.
When John tried the third time, a little bit louder, Sam finally opened his
horror filled eyes. He was awake, but now he was shaking more, crying harder
and his pink lips were drawn to a white line whimpering barely audible
‘Please’s.
“Sammy, it’s OK. It was only a nightmare.”
But it was obviously not OK. Sam scrawled back in the bed as if his father’s
hand scolded him. John could only hear a soft ‘No’ before realizing the wetness
slowly growing under his youngest son.
“Sam. Sammy. It’s OK, son. No big deal.” John tried to comfort him. “Let’s get
you to the bathroom, OK?” He reached for Sam’s hand to help him up.
“No… No! Noo! NOO! DEE! DEEEEEE!”
Dean was in the room in that second. John had no idea how the boy drew the
shut-gun in such a short time, but he was facing right at the barrel now.
“Dad?!”
“It’s OK Dean. Sam had an accident.” He turned back to Sam again. “It’s OK
Sammy, it’s OK. Things happen.”
But Sam crawled back even more. His wet eyes were as big as saucers and jumping
between his father and brother.
“Dad.” Dean got closer to his father, leaving the shut-gun at the side of the
bed. “Let me handle this, sir.” He, then, whispered into his father’s ears. “I
think it’s the smell… scaring him.”
It hit John like a fist in his guts. What the fuck was he thinking? Coming into
his traumatized son’s room at this God forsaken hour? Reeking alcohol and sex?
Waking him from a fucking nightmare? Fuck! He was the stupidest prick ever! Sam
probably –yeah, right probably, who are you kidding Winchester, fucking
DEFINITELY- had had so many bad experiences with men smelling just like John:
Whisky breath and dried spunk. Fuck! Fuck!
“I’ll…. I’ll be… next door. Call me if need anything.” He went to the other
room, leaving his shaking son with his older brother. The brother that John had
been sure Sam was afraid of too. Apparently it was not the case. The kid had
called for him like he had always done so, many years ago. Sam asked his
brother’s help. Even if the reason behind Sam’s request for help was breaking
his heart, John was actually happy that Sam at least trusted someone in the
family. At least, Sam had his big brother.
***** Chapter 2 *****
“Come on Sammy… let’s clean you up a little.” Dean tried to soften his voice as
much as he could, eyes glued to his brother, searching for a clue.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Sam’s voice was so small that could barely reach
beyond his trembling body.
“Shhh… It’s no big deal.” Dean tried to convince his brother. “It’s not the
first time we have to change the mattress. I don’t even remember how many
mattresses dad and I bled over after a hunt. We had to burn them.” He continued
with a small laugh. “Oh, and once, I dropped the whole pot of tomato soup onto
my bed. It looked so gross! So, believe me; it’s nothing new kiddo. Let’s get
going. Huh?”
Sam grasped his brother’s hand to get up. He just stood there with his sagging
sweats, not knowing what to do next, not leaving the hand he clutched tight.
After his initial fear of “I’m getting the punishment” was –well, not exactly
over, but- at an acceptable level, the only thing he could feel was the
overwhelming shame. He had wetted the bed like a baby. God! What was wrong with
him?
Dean guided Sam towards the bathroom, helped him to turn on the shower. When he
was leaving, Sam stopped him with nothing more than a whimper; almost too quiet
to hear, but heartbreakingly sharp whimper. As if he was hurting.
“Sammy?” Dean’s eyes reached for his brother’s, finding nothing but fear. He
had no idea how to help Sam.
“Where… where are you going?” Sam managed to push the words out of his
quivering lips. ‘Please don’t leave.’was a silent scream behind his question.
“I’ll change the bed, open up window-”
Dean cut himself fast seeing Sam’s fearful eyes nervously running towards the
open door, the one John had left moments ago. The kid was looking too lost, too
scared, too desperate. Dean could almost hear the pleading raising from the
hazel eyes which were still wet with tears.
“I’ll leave the bathroom door open, OK? I’ll be in the room; you can see me all
the time, OK?”
Sam nodded silently. It was definitely not enough to remove his fear, but still
it was better than nothing.
Before Dean could divert his attention to the wet bed, Sam started undressing
right in the middle of the bathroom. He did not get behind the curtain or try
to cover himself. Dean turned his head as soon as he could, but was not fast
enough to miss the image: his kid brother, completely naked and trembling with
fear. All his instincts were shouting at him: run to Sammy, hug him, erase the
fear and worry from those beautiful eyes. Make him laugh, make him happy, make
him forget all those bad things had happened to him. But, he could not. After
what he had done to his brother, it would not be the best idea to get close to
his naked body. Not right now, not ever.
After hearing that Sam was under the water, he raised his eyes from the floor
and allowed himself to move, to open the windows. The cold seeped inside the
room right away together with the fresh mountain air. He decided to throw the
mattress out of the window together with the soiled sheets. He would deal with
them tomorrow when Sam was not scared out of his wits. It was not easy to push
the twin size mattress through the window, especially if you did not want to
bump into the wetness face first; but he managed at the end. When he was
finally done, he realized Sam was out of the shower and standing in the middle
of the room, again all naked, shivering.
“Sam?!”
“My towel is in the drawer.” Sam answered, completely comfortable in his lack
of clothing, pointing the large dresser right under the window.
Dean immediately covered his brother with a large towel he got from the drawer.
“Dude, how long you waited here, all wet? It’s freezing, the window was all
open.”
“It’s OK Dean.” Dean could not look at them but he felt the hazel eyes all over
himself. “Thank you.”
“No biggies, kiddo. Get yourself some thick PJs. I don’t want you to get cold.”
Dean replied, closing the windows tight.
Sam looked a little bit calmer now, more of a sleepy 13 years old than a
freaked out kid. His hair was still damp but Dean decided against pushing him
for more work and helped him to get under the comforter; tucked him in as he
had done countless times many years ago. But before he could leave his side,
Sam’s hand clutched on his arm, tight. He whispered softly,
“Please don’t go.”
Dean could not answer. He knew he could not sleep next to his brother. Dad
would kill him, rightly so. But, he could not deny Sam the relief the kid
needed desperately. After weighing his options, he finally nodded. He sat down
on the comforter instead of getting inside, but stayed close to Sam. He was not
that sleepy anyways, he could sit next to Sam until the boy could fall asleep.
Sam, finally, God! finally, felt relaxed. Not completely, but that nagging fear
was dimmed, now that he could feel Dean’s warmness next to him. He did not let
go young hunter’s arm though; he held it close to his heart, hugged it tight.
Dean was with him. He came when Sam called him. He came and rescued Sam from
John. He came and stayed with him.
Sam was not stupid; he knew there was nothing that John had been doing or
planning to do to hurt Sam; but he had been so scared. The dreams, the smell,
absolute enormity of John standing next to his bed… He did not want to think
about it anymore; instead he hugged Dean’s arm even tighter and inhaled the
warm smell in. Dean was with him, and that was all that mattered.
XXX
John woke up with that familiar beat down hang-over. The weight in his heart
was heavier than usual though. He had scared Sammy last night. And it was not
one of those small flinches, quiet gasps either. The kid had been so scared of
his father that he had called his brother for help. What the fuck had Sam
thought that John would do? What had John ever done to him? ‘You mean other
than being a crappy father and even crappier hunter, Winchester?’ the stupid
voice in his head asked.
After the shower, he looked around the cabin; Dean was nowhere to be found. He
must have slept in Sam’s room. John was not sure how to feel about it. He knew
the dynamics between the brothers were very delicate right now, but it felt
right that Dean was with Sammy. The kid needed someone and obviously John was
not the comfort he was looking for. ‘Quite the opposite.’
He opened the bedroom door silently to check on his boys. They were both
sleeping. Together. John had that uneasy feeling seeing that they were actually
sharing a bed. Although Dean was on top of the comforter, they managed to
entangle with each other somehow. Dean’s right arm was going under Sam’s
shoulder so that his hand was resting on the boy’s chest. Sam was sleeping on
his side; facing his brother, his face buried in Dean’s neck. John knew it was
not right. Even if they had not shared that shameful experience, it was not
right; they were grown too old to sleep together like this. But John,
unfortunately, remembered too well the panic Sammy had been through last night.
He could understand Sam’s need for physical contact. John himself had offered
the comfort of a soothing hug to countless civilians after hunts. He knew very
well that, there was nothing better than a heart beating next to yours to
convince you that you were still alive. He knew, but it did nothing to remove
that uneasiness.
Dean must have been cold, John thought after watching his sons sleep for a
while. The boy was sleeping without a cover. He brought the blanket from his
bed to cover his eldest, but before he completed the action he was face to face
with the barrel of his son’s Colt.
“Is this a new trend, welcoming your father with a gun?” John whispered,
managing a half smile.
“Sorry… Sorry dad.” Dean’s eyes dropped with his gun. He slowly pulled his arm
under his brother. Sam wiggled in his sleep, obviously unhappy to leave his
safety cord, but did not wake up.
“How did he sleep?” John asked, watching the 13 year old making himself
comfortable in his new position.
“Alright, I guess. Couple of times he had nightmare but he calmed down when I
held him.”
“Good.”
“I’m sorry, dad.” Dean raised his eyes to his father’s. “I was not planning to-
”
“Come to the kitchen.” John cut him. “Don’t wanna wake Sammy up”, and left the
room.
XXX
Dean sat down at the kitchen table, his hair still wet from the quick shower he
got, watching his father preparing breakfast. When John did not say anything to
acknowledge his son’s presence, Dean finally started the conversation.
“I wasn’t gonna stay there, dad… but Sammy… he asked me and…”
“It’s OK, Dean.”John finally turned towards his son. “Sam… Sam needs someone to
trust. And, he apparently trusts his big brother. It’s good.” He inhaled deeply
and continued with a grim voice. “But, Dean…” Fuck, it was so hard to say these
words. “He is your baby brother.”
“Dad, I know.”
“Listen to me.” John’s voice was in the full order mode again. “He is your
brother and he had been through too much. He might get confused. It’s not his
fault.”
“Dad…” Dean whispered. He so did not want to listen to this talk right now.
“I know it’s hard to listen or even to understand… but Dean, you need to; you
need to be ready. Sam’s life… his body all he had, son. He doesn’t know how to
connect with other people except-“
“Dad, please!” Dean answered hurriedly, did not want to hear anymore.
“Just wanna make sure, son. I don’t want you to be in a situation that you feel
obligated to help him in a wrong way. And it is the wrong way, Dean.”
“You think I don’t know. You think, I’m OK with…” He could not continue for a
minute, his eyes searched for an easy answer on the ceiling, but returned back
to floor without any help. “I just want to forget everything… I’m so sorry,
dad. I’m so sorry.”
“Dean.” John waited for his son’s eyes to reach his. He wanted to say that Dean
saved his brother’s life, hell, John’s life too; but could not. He could not
forget or forgive… ‘What John? What is it that you cannot forgive: Dean fucking
his brother or Dean fucking his brother and Sam still trusting him instead of
you?’ “Let’s put the past behind us. Go get Sammy for breakfast.”
XXX
Sam opened his eyes to the soft voice of his brother.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
Dean was smiling. It was a new and wonderful view for Sam: lightly freckled
face so close, green eyes looking at him with so much love; just wondeful.
“Morning, Dean.” Sam smiled back at him. He wanted to show his gratitude for
the night, he wanted to show how happy Dean made him, how happy he was to wake
up to such a view.
“Morning… The breakfast ready.” Dean helped him up and whispered in a comical
way, “Dad tried to cook this morning, I sooo wished we had a dog to feed.”
Before his sentence was over, Sam’s thousand watt smile was gone.
“Sam? I’m joking. Dad isn’t the greatest in the kitchen, but he sure can manage
scrambling the eggs.”
Sam so did not want to go to the kitchen. He did not want John anywhere near
them. He actually did not want anyone else around them. He just wanted Dean.
“Hey.” Dean lifted Sam’s chin up to see his eyes. “What is it, Sammy?”
“Nothing… You… You will be with me, right?”
“Sure, kiddo. I won’t let you finish everything.”
They entered the kitchen together, Sam’s hand clutched to his brother’s.
“Morning boys.” John welcomed them. There was only a whisper from Sam but Dean
compensated it with a loud greeting for both of them.
Why his son was so afraid of him, John could not get it. And why was he so
relaxed with Dean? The kid did not let his brother’s hand go for the longest
time, kept it under the table as if John could not see it. When Dean really
needed his hand to use the fork, he grabbed Dean’s leg instead. John tried to
comfort himself, reminding that they were just kids. Oh, who he was kidding?!
You don’t hold your brother’s leg! You hold your lover’s leg and only when you
want to seduce them. Was this what Sam was trying to do? Seducing his brother?
‘Don’t be ridiculous Winchester!’
John’s grim thoughts were cut by the whispers coming from the other side of the
table. He looked at them without tilting his head. Dean was trying to encourage
Sam to eat more, like he had used to do before the evil witch. There it was;
John’s answer. What did John expect that Sam would remember about his father?
He had never been there for Sammy. John could hardly remember their times
together, how could he expect the kid to do so. What memory could make Sam
trust him? It was Dean who read Sam the bedtime stories, it was Dean who made
sure Sam eat proper, it was Dean who held his hand when Sammy was sick… It was
Dean, always.
“Dean.”
“Yes sir!”
Dean’s answer was sharp and full with hope. It was obvious how happy Dean was
that his father was talking to him. ‘You are a dick, Winchester.’ God! John
hated himself sometimes.
“Let’s get some training today. Prepare Sammy too.”
“Sir?”
What was Dean expecting; that John would throw the kid into the water in the
first day? Awesome, apparently both his sons believed that John was a monster.
“We’ll take it slow, but gotta start somewhere. And Dean.”
“Sir?”
“You know better than questioning an order.”
“Yes, sir.”
XXX
‘Training” John said. Training for what? Was it because of the night? It had to
be. ‘What did you expect? If you wet yourself like a stray dog, they’ll teach
you not to do so like one.’
“Are you ready, Sammy?”
Dean was smiling. ‘No, Dean. Please no.’ Sam was OK with learning his lessons,
but did not want to be taught by Dean. Not by Dean, please God!
“Hey, Sam? Don’t worry. Dad said we’ll take it slow. Probably run for a couple
of miles, maybe less. Nothing to worry about.” But, Sam obviously worried, so
Dean offered his best line. “I’ll be with you all the time.”
“You train me?” Sam could not help his voice shaking.
“We’ll train together. Maybe later, I teach you how to shoot too. You wanna?”
Sam’s eyes widen impossibly large. “Shoot a gun?!”
“Yeah. What do you say?”
“You want me to learn how to shoot?!” Dean did not deny it, so it had to be the
case. “Yes, Dean. I’d love to.”
He was going to hold a gun like Dean. Dean was going to teach him how to shoot.
Maybe Sam could look strong and confident like him too. Nah, no one could look
like Dean. Dean was just perfect.
XXX
Sam was so much better now that he was spending time with his brother. Eating
better, sleeping better… The kid started to laugh for God’s sake; John had
almost lost his hope to hear that again. After the night of the incident, John
let them sleep in the same room. He was expecting them to use their own beds,
but every morning he found Sam sleeping in his brother’s. The kid did not sleep
alone, and John could not ask them to separate. He did not want his son to hate
him even more, if it was even possible.
Sam was still silent and withdrawn when John was around. He stayed next to his
brother as if they were tied with a short, invisible chain. But when John was
hidden from their sight, Sam became a totally different kid. He talked to Dean
-John had no idea about what-with enthusiasm, playing with him, laughing with
him. John even witnessed them to wrestle few times. He wanted to interfere,
afraid that the body contact might trigger something in Sam. He wanted to make
sure Dean did not hold him too tight, did not corner him… Yeah, John was
obviously stupid. Of course Dean knew better, Dean always knew better when it
came to Sam.
They were way too close for brothers at that age, but John did not want to
dwell in that thought too much. They had been close before; before that
freaking he-witch had stolen his baby boy from them. So, it was something John
could turn a blind eye. What John could not oversee was the pure worship in
Sam’s eyes when he looked at Dean, like Dean was the Jesus Christ walking on
the water. The two hazel orbs were always on Dean, always sparkling with love
and awe. Every time Dean made a joke or congratulate Sam or ruffle his hair,
John could see –even from afar- his youngest’s face lighting up with the
brightest smile, beaming at his brother.
Dean was not completely innocent in this either. He was always too close to his
brother. Almost always touching, hand on the head, shoulders bumping or knees
touching… always too close. John tried to interfere with that. Whenever he
caught Dean alone, he had told him about cutting the physical touch. After each
annoying conversation, Dean had tried to obey the orders; but Sam had always
compensated, more eager than ever to get close to his brother, to touch him.
So, John let that one slip too.
XXX
Dean woke up buried under his younger brother. Sam always made it next to him
during the night and Dean kind of got used to waking up hugged tight between
the long limbs of his skinny brother. However, the hard on he was waking up
with was really giving him the jeebies. Mornings had used to be the best time
of the day for him. If there was no hunt or training, Dean loved spending a
little bit more time in the bed after waking up; imagining the hot girls from
the movies or bars and playing softly with his dick until the desire became
unbearable, forcing him to the bathroom to empty his balls. Now… not so much.
He tried to crawl under Sam without waking him up; it would not be nice if Sam
caught him in this situation. They have been in this God forsaken cabin for
almost two months and Dean got zero chance on hitting anything other than his
right hand. And every night, his dreams getting more and more involved with his
dick and-. God! He really needed to get laid. He tried to calm himself. The
reason behind his disturbing dreams could easily be that he had not seen anyone
other than his dad and brother for a month. So, it was only normal that his
dreams were invaded by Sam. Also, his last action on this matter was with Sam.
So, yeah, it made perfect sense that his brain was just filling the blanks with
the latest memory; filling with all different versions of Sam. The one he was
shaking through his orgasm. The one he was giving Dean the head. The one he was
kissing like heaven. The one- ‘Stop it!’
He really needed to reach to the bathroom before he came into his boxers. And
Sam’s proximity was not helping him either. The kid’s right arm was on Dean’s
abdomen, really close to his nether region. Dean’s prick was hard and
throbbing, as if trying to reach that warm hand residing couple of inches
higher. As if, it could just peak through the confinements of the clothing and
have that blissful contact. It was aching with the desire.
It did not matter what Dean was saying to his father or to himself in that
matter. During the day, it was easy to forget what they had done with Sammy. It
was easy to deceive himself when the sun was up and John was around, when Dean
could do all the things he had missed to do as a brother. But during the night,
when Sammy snuggled next to him, hugging him with his warm arms, pushing his
face into the crook of Dean’s neck, exhaling right onto that point which made
Dean shudder all over… That was when all the thoughts and desires Dean was
trying so hard to forget came to him so fast and hard that it made him drunk.
It took everything in him to resist the desire. Knowing that Sam would easily
–oh, so easily- do anything Dean asked from him made it even harder to
withstand. Dean knew that he did not even have to ask aloud. He easily could
nudge Sammy towards it with a small touch or maybe even with a look. Dean knew
Sam would be all over him; eager to please. Sam would do anything for his
brother, so that Dean would keep him safe, so that Dean would let him stay
close. And Dean was a big ass bastard because -God help him- he enjoyed this.
It gave him a sick pleasure that he had such power over Sam, that Sam was his
and his only. Dean Winchester was a sick bastard, alright.
With the incredible power of self-hatred, Dean managed to push the burning
desire back to the depths of his heart. He inhaled the sweet smell of Sammy,
placing a chaste kiss on top of his shaggy hair and managed to remove himself
from the tight cocoon of his brother. Everything would be alright after he
relieved himself. It was only the teenage hormones driving him nuts. Nothing
else. And when finally Dean got hold of a girl, any girl, he would forget all
those crazy memories of Sam and start dreaming soft curves and large breast
like he had used to do.
When he finally got into the shower, his hands were on his cock before he could
turn on the water. His touch was not as soft or as enticing as the hands he
remembered, but it would do just fine. During these moments, he had long given
up on trying to force his thoughts away from his latest, amazing experience. It
had never worked; Sam was all he could think of however hard he had tried. So,
he indulged himself, let his mind go crazy, imagining Sam’s expert mouth on his
dick, that it was the smooth tongue sliding under his prick instead of his own
clumsy fingers. He placed his left arm on the cold tiles and started sucking on
it, as he had done years ago with his pillow, practicing his kiss. He knew it
was a super lame thing to do, but the act itself looked negligible under the
shadow of the person he was imagining doing it with. He could not forget the
taste of Sammy, and not only his heavenly mouth either. Dean was crazy for
tasting that delicious cock again, to feel its smoothness over his tongue, to
feel it twitching with pleasure, to taste that pre-cum. No, it did not make his
stomach squirm at all, he was craving for that taste, that smell. He had tasted
only once and got fucking addicted.
He was addicted to the feeling, the taste, the smell of Sammy, even that musky
smell rising while Dean was pushing himself into his brother’s ass. Dean would
have never thought that he could enjoy the smell of another person’s –let alone
another man’s- ass. But here he was, jerking off under the warm water, sucking
his own flesh, imagining it was his brother’s tiny little pucker. Oh, how he
wished he could kiss that pink heaven, that he could push his tongue in that
silky heat, that he could drink Sam’s most private flavor. He was sure Sam
would go crazy under such treatment, would make those alluring sounds, would
push himself into Dean’s mouth. And Dean would keep doing it forever. Fuck! He
knew he was a total sicko, but right now, the orgasm building in his stomach
left no room for other emotions. The pleasure was so strong he had to bite his
arm to silence himself. His balls forced their whole load -which must have
accumulated in an incredible pace during the night because he came like whoa!-
leaving Dean with shaky legs.
When the tremors of his orgasm faded, Dean realized he had an angry bite mark
on his forearm. He had to be careful with his sleeves today or he might need to
do some awkward explaining to the ever observant Sammy. His Sammy. His baby
brother, who trusted Dean like a saint trusted God. And Dean was daydreaming
about forcing himself onto him. The shame and guilt was getting their
accustomed spot on his heart, now that its beating dropped down to normal. He
had to get out, he had to find a girl, he had to forget this. Soon, soon John
would start hunting again and Dean would beg him to let them stay somewhere
that he could find someone to extinguish this desire. Soon…
***** Chapter 3 *****
John watched his sons playing with each other. Apparently Dean had made Sam
angry enough that the boy had left his homework open on the desk and was trying
to bust his brother. Dean was not even trying hard; laughing and teasing his
brother, making Sam crazy… It was the sweetest scene John could walk into; they
looked just like regular teenage boys. However, even this charming show did not
lift the mood John had fallen in after the talk with the high school counselor.
“Dean, can I talk to you a minute? In the kitchen.”
“How did it go at the school?” Dean entered the kitchen right after him; still
out of breath more due to the laughing than the wrestling.
“Did you know about the incident at the school?”
“Sir?”
“Sam… Did you know the kids bullied him?”
“Yes, sir.” Dean’s eyes dropped down to the floor immediately.
“And, it did not occur to you to mention it to me? God! Dean. How could you
keep this from me?!”
“It’s not like that. It wasn’t a big deal. And Sam… he didn’t want you to- Wait
a minute, did they blame Sam? That’s why they called you?”
“No, and it’s not the question.”
“Why do they even mention it?”
“Because his teacher thinks the way Sam behaved after the bullying was not
normal.”
“Oh.” Dean’s eyes dropped to his shoes again. He remembered the incident
clearly. Apparently, bunch of kids had thought it would be hilarious to welcome
the new, shy kid to the school. When Dean had arrived there to pick his brother
up, Sam had already been on the floor, trembling. A few teachers were there to
break the kids, somebody had suspected that Sam had epilepsy and called for
them. Before Dean could reach his brother, one of the teachers tried to help
Sam up. As Dean had expected, the guy only scared Sam more, a lot more. The boy
just pulled himself into a tighter ball and kept shaking; his panic was evident
in his every breath. He had not gotten up until Dean had assured him everything
was alright.
“I thought he was better now.” John asked.
“He is better. It was only one incident. Couple of jerks bullied him, he got
scared… but they won’t do it again. I made sure of it.”
John did not want to learn what his son actually did to the kids. He had more
important things to deal with.
“Are you sure he is better?”
“Yes, dad. He’s great at his classes, talks to the teachers… you can’t tell
he’s any different than other, you know, nerdy kids.”
“So, he is only like this with the bullies… and me.” John could not keep the
resentment out of his voice.
“I… I didn’t mean…”
“I’m not blaming anyone here, Dean. But, I… I gotta know.”
“He seems to feel more anxious with you, but-”
“Anyone else?” Seeing Dean’s questioning eyes staring at him, John continued.
“I can’t really tell; he is always the same when I’m around? So, I gotta ask
you.”
Dean could not answer, knowing how much it would hurt his dad; he kept his eyes
on the floor. John did not need the loud confirmation though, Dean’s expression
spoke volumes.
“Do you think it is because of my age?”
“Don’t think so.” Dean whispered after a while. For some reason, Sam was doing
great, almost normal when John was not around but when he was, his brother
became that scared kid; same as when they had first found him.
“I see.” John did not elaborate. It hurt, knowing how much his own son was
afraid of him. It hurt that John could not hug Sam, not calm him after a
nightmare, not even see the smile in his eyes. It hurt too much. He soothed
himself with the knowledge that Sam, at least, trusted his brother. The kid was
doing alright by himself and was learning how to fight. Maybe with time…“Teach
him how to kick bullies’ ass, OK?” He said after a while.
“Yes, sir. You know I do.”
“I’m gonna leave for a hunt in couple of days. For two weeks tops. Take care of
him will you?”
“Of course, sir.”
John was leaving. It was quite sudden, but Dean knew his father was getting
more and more restless since they moved into this small town. The long break
from the hunting made John train them like there was no tomorrow. He was
obviously going easy on Sam, but not with his eldest. Most days, Dean could
find time only to sleep and cook. They had been here, Frederic, CO for three
weeks and he could go out on the town only for couple of days. But, being a
Winchester, he had managed to meet few girls. Ann and Sheryl might need more
work, but Carrie… Oh, yeah; Carrie seemed like she would have given it even
then. She was older; not MILF old, but definitely much older than Dean. She was
cool, and eager, and smoking hot! The day John leaving for the hunt, Dean was
going to move into the sweet wetness of Carrie Duncan. He cannot wait.
XXX
“When will he be back?” Sam asked, lifting his head from the bed.
Dean had thought his brother was asleep. John had wanted to leave early in the
morning -though Dean believed 5 am counted as late night- and gave Dean the
usual orders with the extra “look out for Sammy!”s.
“Hey, why did you wake up? Were we loud?”
“I… I just woke up when you left the bed.” Sam gave a sheepish grin, “So, when
he’ll be back?” Sam asked again finding his spot next to Dean as soon as he was
back in the bed.
“In two weeks top. Don’t worry.”
“It’s OK.”
Dean knew it was OK; probably it was even better for Sam that his father was
not around.
“So, is there anything you wanna do when the old man is away?”
“What do you mean?” Sam raised his big eyes to his brother’s.
“I don’t know.” It was going to be weird, Dean knew, but he had to mention this
sometime before he brought the girl. “I… for example… planning to see a girl.
Bring her home…”
“A girl?”
“You know, a date.”
“I see.”
OK. It went weirder than Dean had planned.
“Yeah, dating… In couple of years Sammy; you’ll start going after girls too.”
“Don’t think so. I don’t like girls.”
“You sure? I mean, have you ever been with a girl? Maybe, you’ll like it.”
“I didn’t.” His tone was cold and certain.
“Oh.” Dean did not know what to say. “OK, No girls then. Maybe-”
“It wasn’t a girl; she was 40-something.” Sam continued as if in trance, “She
loved stretchers and monster dildos.” Sensing that Dean went rigid under his
arms, he stopped. “Sorry, you don’t like that stuff.”
“No… I mean, it’s not like that… I get upset, but you can talk about it. I want
you to talk about it whenever you feel like.”
“Nah, I don’t like talking about it either.” He really did not. If he could, he
would love to forget everything, every single moment. But he could not. It did
not take much to bring back those dark memories; sometimes a smell, sometimes a
voice... And now, they were crashing back again.
That brunette bitch, too much money, too little love, no fucking heart! Sam
could hear her icy laugh, smell her expensive perfume, feel her nails… He could
remember every single detail. How she had loved to tie him so that he could not
relax even for a second without gagging himself. He could still feel his body
fighting for more air when tiredness took over. It did not matter that he
wanted it to end; when the time came, his body took over, fight for his life
regardless of his choice. She loved to make him eat her cunt while spanking his
stretched balls with paddles. Sam did not mind the taste at all, but the
paddles… When he was stretched that much, that long, he did not need anything
else -much less the beating- to feel pain; his sack became the throbbing pain
itself. And if he took too long to finish her, she loved to remind him the time
by poking his penis with needles. One for each minute after she had gotten
bored. The waiting alone had been the torture then. He remembered her licking
the blood off his abused cock after each poke. He remembered everything,
everything.
Dean’s voice brought him back form that darkness.
“Sammy, you know it’s not the same. I mean, when you start dating, I doubt any
girls at your age would even know what a stretcher is. Believe me; they don’t
even let you touch their pussy for like foreeeever.”
Sammy giggled at the theatrical frustration in his brother’s voice, accompanied
with the exaggerated eye roll. Dean might not make him forget yet, but he was
close.
“I’m serious, kiddo. But, you still might wanna give them a try. Who knows?”
“Maybe.” Sam did not want to talk about it anymore. He knew he did not want to
give it a try. He knew he was not going to like it. He liked this: placing his
head on this very shoulder and listening to the heartbeat calling his name. He
loved this. But Dean did not want it. He wanted to be with a girl. He had said
that when they had first met. “So, are you dating someone now?”
“Me?”
“You said you’re gonna bring someone at home.”
“Yes, kinda dating.”
“I see.”
“Sammy, if you don’t feel-”
“It’s cool Dean. Just… I… can wait in the library?”
“What?! Dude! No! You’re not gonna leave home. I’ll use dad’s room.”
“Oh! OK.”
Sam did not sound OK. But, there was no chance that Dean would leave Sam that
long alone. He had to bring Carrie in. Of course, he could always skip the
‘fuck the local girl’ plan, but honestly, Dean had no idea how much longer he
could endure. It had become really hard to resist that fucking desire, and Dean
needed the help. He was desperate. So, he would bring Carrie for couple of
hours on Friday night, and would make up to Sam on the next day.
XXX
Pizza and six-pack was in the car, Sam was all guarded, working on his homework
in the house and Carrie… Carrie was supposed be here like 15 minutes ago. God!
girls and their fucking make-up.
Dean had already prepped her about how he took care of his brother who had been
in an accident recently and was having serious health problems. But still, he
got surprised when she accepted that their date was going to involve only
staying at home and eating pizza. Girls were suckers for big hearted big
brothers apparently. Who knew?
When she finally got out of her house, she looked absolutely stunning. And it
was not Dean’s not-got-laid-past-few-months who was talking. It was for real.
Her dark hair was not the tight ponytail like the previous times he had seen
her; it was running down her shoulders freely. And her dress was ticklishly
inviting, tightly revealing all her curves; Dean hardly kept his hands to
himself until they made it to the car. It was going to be a great night.
Carrie was not just a cool girl, she was awesome. Not only she did not make a
fuss about spending the Friday night at home babysitting, she brought weed with
her! Her taste in music was not the greatest but other than that she was plain
amazing. She did not stop him from touching her boobs, even helped him to get
his hands in her bra. Only after two minutes of making out, her hands were on
his dick already. And after learning that ‘it’s been a while’, her answer was a
simple ‘then let’s get into the first round.’ That was it; Dean was going to
date only with older girls from now on.
She initiated the blowjob, suggesting that it would take the edge off and Dean
always listened to good suggestions. After the quick–thank God, not
ridiculously quick- orgasm while trying not to think his brother’s mouth, he
took the matters on his hands. He easily took off her dress –no fucking
panties!- and started eating her up. The only down part of this action plan was
that her mouth was empty, letting her grunts filling the house.
She tasted nice, not as nice as Samm- He had to stop this. He was here with a
gorgeous girl who gave him an awesome head, and all he could think of was how
different it was when he had had Sam in his mouth. This was supposed to help
him forget his brother, not to help him visualize. Maybe, he needed to involve
more. He decided finishing her quick, getting into the fucking part. That he
did and learnt that Carrie was a true screamer.
When they started again, Carrie was a little bit more docile. At least she did
not start screaming until she was close. She knew couple of tricks, but still,
Dean had not expected her to clutch on his dick like a freaking pump after she
was through with her orgasm. God! the chick knew the shit. Before losing
himself in the hot furnace, Dean saw her smug smile; she knew exactly what kind
of effect she had on him. And there was no need to postpone any longer. He rose
up, held Carrie tightly on her curvy thighs and started to go town on her. It
did not take long before he was coming. Three things happened at the same time:
he filled his condom while still riding the wanton girl, he opened his eyes and
he saw the silhouette reflecting on the window.
Dean’s eyes opened wide in that instant. He turned his head to check the mirror
on the closet door and yes, it was Sam on the other side of the ajar door. His
brother was watching him banging a random chick in his father’s bed; a worried
frown clouding his face.
“Sammy?” His voice was harsh and sounded like he did run a marathon.
“It’s Carrie, sugar; but as long as you fuck like this, don’t matter what you
call me.” Carrie answered with a cocky smile. When she tried to pull him down
to get a kiss, Dean rescued himself from her.
“No.. No.. Carrie. It’s my brother-”
“Oookey… calling your brother name is a bit weird… but, yeah whatever.”
“No! What? God, no!” Dean did not expecting this and he was sure the panic on
his face screamed guilty. He tried to control himself while getting rid of the
condom. “He was here. I mean I just saw him, watching us. That’s why...”
“Oh..” Carrie’s smile widened, “No biggie, kids are curious like that. He’ll
learn from his big brother.”
“I… Sorry, Carrie. I gotta see him. He’s-”
“Sure thing, sugar. Don’t sweat on it.”
And like that Dean left the room in only his boxers to find Sam. He was in his/
their bed, face down to the pillow.
“Hey, kiddo. You alright?”
“I’m sorry Dean. I didn’t wanna ruin your night. I just...” Sam spoke without
raising his head.
“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything.”
“Do you love her?”
“Wha’?” Dean was almost drowning on his own spit hearing the unexpected
question.
“Do you love her?” Sam repeated himself.
“I… Sam… Why are you asking this?”
“You don’t … So, are you… are you using her to-”
“Sam, hey look at me.” Dean had to see his brother’s face while talking about
this shit. “It is not like that. I mean I’m not using her, but it’s not love
either. It’s.. you know… ‘two consenting adults’…”
Dean could swear that it was relief in Sam’s face.
“Sorry… I wasn’t gonna spy on you like that, but then… she was yelling too loud
and-”
“Yeah, she was loud.” Dean gave a sheepish smile.
Sam smiled at him. Then his eyes moved over Dean’s shoulder, prompting Dean to
look back. Carrie was standing there, all dressed up.
“Hi, Carrie… Sorry.” Dean walked towards the door.
“Don’t worry. I thought you might need some time with your bro. I already
called a cab.”
“No, I-”
“Shhh…” Carrie smiled and whispered into his ears. “Dean, baby; I had great
time and you’re busy now. I’d love to repeat this and if you call me, I don’t
mind driving here.” She completed her words with a wet lick. “God, you’re so
sweet.”
“I’m.. I…”
“See you later.” She was already on her way out, yelled back before leaving the
house. “Take care, Sammy.”
When Dean was back to his brother, Sam looked like someone had killed his
puppy.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. I didn’t wanna ruin your date.”
“Hey, you didn’t. It was over already and she asked me to call her again. I
guess I’m that good huh?”
“You are.”
“…?!” OK, tonight was not the night for Dean because, come on, how many punches
disguised as dialogues a man could endure in less than an hour. “I… I…”
Sam looked up to his brother, his eyes shining with something Dean did not want
to name.
“You don’t even need to do anything, you look so… But believe me, you’re that
good; I can tell.”
Dean could not say anything; he could not pull his arm either when Sam’s
fingers traveled on it.
“First, I thought it was because we were special… but I guess you’re like that
with everyone.” Sam continued his seriously disturbing monologue, his smile was
gone.
“Sammy… I..”
“Wasn’t I special, Dean?”
That broke the ice lump Dean was squeezed in.
“Sam, of course you’re special. How could you even ask that? They… none of them
means anything to me; other than a couple of happy hours. You’re my flesh and
blood brother; you’re my Sammy.”
Sam slowly closed the gaps between them while Dean was blubbering some nonsense
about Sam’s importance in his life. When Dean finally stopped repeating himself
like a crazy hobo, he realized his brother was practically sitting in his lap.
His delicate hands were on Dean’s shoulders, face buried into his neck. With
shock, he felt that his brother was scenting him… scenting him. Before Dean
could put his mind together, Sam suddenly stopped with an apparent shaking
which was nothing to do with fear or sadness.
“Sammy?” Dean asked tentatively, trying to behave normal, as normal as he could
while his brother’s dick was twitching against his boxer.
Dean could not take his eyes of him. His cheeks were in the prettiest pink
color, and eyes were shining. His lips were red and swollen; Dean guessed that
Sam was biting on them the whole time.
“I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to. I… It just…” Sam’s glow turned into a full
blown panic; he tried to crawl away from his brother.
“What, Sam stop!” It was then, Dean saw the little, tiny, dark spot on his
brother’s PJs, suggesting that Sammy had actually emptied his balls. And that
was so not the image Dean needed in his life right now. “OH!…I see…”
“Dean, believe me. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know it could
happen this fast. It’s been a while, that must be-”
“It’s been a while what?”
“Since I discharged in my sleep.”
“Do you mean you are releasing your jeez in your sleep?”
“I don’t mean to; but it happens. I can’t control it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
It had never happened to me before; I don’t know-”
“Sam…” The manners could get lost, Dean meant business now. “Don’t you jerk
off?”
“No! Of course not. It happens only in my sleep, I swear, Dean.”
“Dude, I’m lost. Why aren’t you jerking off? I mean you definitely know how to
do it, why do you suffer blue balls.” That thought brought another disturbing
question. “How long it’s been since your last wet dream?”
“Three weeks.” Sam’s voice was again in that lost-boy tone.
Dean could not imagine going for that long. Hell, he could not imagine going
even three days!
“Sammy, look at me. Hey!” Dean had to lift his brother’s head to have eye
contact. “Can you tell me why aren’t you masturbating?”
Sam did not respond; he only looked at Dean with glittering eyes, now ready to
shed tears.
“Sammy. It’s OK. I’m not mad at you. It happens; you’re young and especially if
you are trying to keep yourself like this. But… it’s not healthy. You should
give yourself some release time to time. I do it, all the time.”
“Really?”
“Of course man! almost every morning in the shower.” Dean tried to cover his
uneasiness with a smirk. “And you should do too. I don’t mean every day; but
whenever you feel the need.”
“I… I can’t.” Sam went rigid again and this time it wasn’t because of his
unexpected orgasm. Dean, now, could tell when Sam had flashbacks.
“Sam…” He got to be careful with this, did not want to scare his brother even
more. “Were you not allowed to jerk of?”
Sam only nodded, his hands were clutching on the blanket.
“You know that was then, Sammy. It is alright now. You are free to do it. You
are free to do whatever you like.”
“That’s not true.”
“It’s not?”
“Never mind. I need to change.”
“No! It’s important. What is it? You gotta tell me.”
Sam got up from the bed, but did not leave. He looked at his brother’s eyes;
green, so green. He wanted get lost in them, to forget everything. He moved
slowly and closed the gap between them.
Dean was stuck like a deer looking at the headlights. He watched his brother’s
lips get closer until they were sliding over his. Sam gave him the smallest
kiss, barely touching, but it felt like a hotwire on his skin. He could not
help himself but jerk back.
“Sammy, don’t…”
“See.” Sam bit his lips, and continued with a very sad smile. “I can’t to do
this.”, and he left Dean buried under his horror.
***** Chapter 4 *****
He woke up with a horrible hangover; his head was pounding and he had to push
himself extra hard to leave the blissful oblivion behind. When had he drunk
that much? He had never had such hangover since college. The sleep was pulling
him back seductively, but he had to wake up and change the position he was
stuck so that his aching muscles could relax a little. However, after couple of
attempts, he slowly realized that the pain was not due to his age or some
awkward sleeping position; he simply could not move his body. As soon as that
realization sank, he felt the adrenalin mixing into his blood stream and his
awareness increased several folds in one moment.
He opened his eyes only to find himself in complete darkness. He was suspending
from above and his hands were tied so tight that he could swear there was no
life left in them. After screaming with panic for a long while, he accepted
that he was alone, or at least not with anyone friendly. He tried to pull
himself together and somewhat managed to put some of his weight on the ball of
his feet. It helped his shoulders a little, but not much, definitely not
enough.
The adrenalin had helped him to wake up, but it had not helped him in slightest
to remember how he had ended up here. His thoughts were jumping from one idea
to another, from the horror movies he watched during the high-school to his
bitter ex-wife… He could not stay on one thought-train long enough to have any
conclusive idea; only the increasing fear of the unknown. Panic was also
causing him to shiver uncontrollably; making him lose his footing and hurt his
shoulders even more.
“Well, well, finally.” The somewhat familiar voice filled the room together
with the sudden, blinding light.
“Who… Who’s this?”
“Just wait a moment, Mr. Richardson; it’ll come to you soon.”
When his eyes finally get used to the naked light, he saw a man, no… a boy
standing right in front of him. Dark green eyes filled with too much hatred and
he looked dangerously angry.
“Who- Oh!” With those brilliant green eyes, came the memories too. “No, no,
it’s a misunderstanding-”
“You finally get your memories back? So, tell me Harry, what did I
misunderstand? Was it my imagination that I saw your dirty mouth on my
brother?”
“Please. I told you before, I didn’t-”
“Yeah, told me. You didn’t hurt him. He wanted it. Right?” The boy poked him
and gave a surprized smile at the flabby sound coming from his rounded belly.
“But, you know as well as I do that even if you were right, 13 year olds cannot
make that decision.”
Harry could not help the shivering, or the crying or the begging. The name of
the boy finally came to him, “Please, Dean… Please.”
Apparently, Dean was not someone who could be easily affected by miserable
sounds. The very fitting ‘bad-ass’ attitude was not a role for him; he was a
bad-ass. The boy’s ice-cold grin left its place to the disgusted look when he
brought the scalpel pack to the light.
“If you haven’t threatened me, I was simply gonna leave your sorry ass to the
cops.” He pulled on nitrile gloves and opened the sterile package of the
scalpel. “You ruined that option and I can’t let you harm your other students
just because I have some problems with the legal system. So, here goes this.”
He dangled the sharp surgical tool for the explanation.
Harry knew he was crying like an old lady now. He could only imagine the
repulsing image he was making with the snot and tear mix on his puffy face.
“I… I don’t. Please… Dean, please… I’ve never done it before. I won’t again… I
won’t.”
“You seriously believe that I would listen to your lies… After seeing you with
my own eyes... After you tried to black mail me?”
“It’s the truth… Please, you have to believe me. I couldn’t dare doing it
before.”
“No? You mean before my brother.”
“I’d never do it if Sam wasn’t willing. Please you gotta believe me.”
“You’re so full of shit!” Dean’s angry eyes were shining with the power of his
fury. “You’re a monster; you don’t deserve to live. But still, I’m not gonna
kill you. Just gonna take your deadly weapon. ”
Harry felt the steady fingers unzipping his pants to take out his prick. The
organ had gotten so small, shriveled as if trying to hide from the angry boy
and his very sharp instrument.
“Please, I only got him off, didn’t do anything else. Please… Please…” He could
barely talk. He knew he did not make any sense right now, but he could not stop
begging either. “I haven’t touched him or any kid with my dick. I swear.”
“Yeah, right.” The boy snorted; his voice was bitter enough for an old man.
Harry was waiting the inevitable when he realized the kid did not bring the
sharp tool any closer. Maybe he was finally getting to the boy? He continued
his begging with even more fervor.
“I swear on whatever you ask me to, please. I… I wasn’t even gonna do that. I…
Look… I know I’m sick. But, I just watch them, nothing else. Never done
anything. Just watching them in the public, I swear. But, Sam… it’s like he
knew how I felt, he… please.”
“Yeah, I bet you had a really nice high-school romance. He’s a kid for fuck’s
sake.” Harry saw the boy was shaking with anger. “And you know what’s worse:
Your student opened up to you about his brother and him, and what do you do?
You take advantage of him. Because he can’t do anything about it, right? His
own family is doing it, right?”
“What? No?” What the hell the boy was talking about? “He didn’t tell me
anything.”
“Then, how did you know about him and me?” Dean asked, but Harry could see the
boy regretted immediately for the confession he had just made.
“He was calling your name when he… you know, when he came. I assumed it was
just a crush at first, but then I saw you two.” Seeing that the boy was not
getting any closer to him, Harry tried one more time. “Please, I’m begging you,
please don’t do this. I won’t do it again, I swear, I won’t.”
“How can I believe you? If you hurt another kid, it’s gonna be on me and I…”
“I won’t. I’ve been living with this my whole life and I’ve never done anything
like this. I told you… I don’t know how, but as if your brother saw right
through me. He knew it, before I did anything; I swear. He knew. And… And he
needed help.”
“Finally, one right word from your fucking mouth. He needed help; not your
sickness.”
“No… I mean, yes, of course. What I meant; he needed help with ejaculation. He
was in pain and he asked me to help him.”
“Wha- What?” Dean’s eyes finally showed another emotion other than anger.
“I know I should have sent him to the nurse or something. But, he asked me not
to make his father know. And….” Harry was crying again. He did not need Dean
telling him; he knew nothing was an excuse for what he had done. “I was weak…
He asked…. And I thought ‘Only one time. Just one.’ It didn’t even take long. I
touched him and he came just like that.” When there was no respond from the
young man, he continued. “Next week, he came to me again. I just… I couldn’t
say no. I started blowing him to make him come after that. He wanted it, I
guess. He didn’t say no.”
Harry quietly watched the boy standing in front of him. He didn’t have anything
else to say for himself. He knew what he had done was unacceptable. He had
known it all along. All these years, he had made himself believe that he was
different than all those monsters he had seen on TV, that he could never harm a
child, that he was better. Apparently, he was not. What he did not understand
was why the boy, Dean, was so afraid of cops. OK, incest with his little
brother was not gonna get him medals, but it was not like he was an adult. That
was the thing though, wasn’t it? Adults are afraid of cops; this boy was most
probably afraid of his father. Harry had seen the father and he could
definitely understand the fear. He was feeling it deep in his bones right now.
“Look. I’ll… I’ll apply for my retirement. Huh? How’s that. I can do that. I… I
should not be with kids anymore. I won’t be. Please. Please, let me go.”
XXX
Dean took couple of steps back, his conscience kept telling him -strangely in
John’s voice, although Dean was sure his father would not be the voice of
reason in this specific case- that the humans were not what they hunt. He
needed a minute. His mind was travelling through the events happened a day ago.
How much had changed in such a short time. How eager he had been while spying
on what he had believed that his little brother’s secret crash. He had been so
happy that Sam was getting along with his classmates, that the kid was working
on a project with them. And no sir, he was not jealous. He just wanted to meet
that mystery girl.
Oh, Dean was so sure it was a girl, no matter what Sam had said about the
science project and how much help he actually needed to complete it, yada,
yada, yada. John might have bought the ridiculous excuses, but not Dean. Of
course, John had no idea. Although Sam had started talking to him directly,
their communication did not involve more than several sentences a day. So,
while his father’s only concern had been where Sam would be in the extra hour
after the classes, Dean had wanted to know more about the girl helping(!) his
little brother. Now, he wanted to laugh at how stupid he had been.
He remembered how he had been trying to convince himself that he actually
wanted that his brother was with a girl, that Sammy was over him. While walking
down the empty school corridors, his main concern had been whether he would be
jealous watching Sam with someone else. Pathetic! He did not remember much
after hearing Sam’s moaning though. He had probably broken the door and been
onto the teacher in mere seconds. He only remembered how Sam had been begging
him to stop. The kid was crying so much that Dean thought he had been hurt.
Sammy kept begging that they should go and did not stop crying until both of
them were in the safety of the car. He had not spoken until they were closer to
the apartment they were living. Then, he had begged Dean not to tell their
father and immediately started crying again. Crying and begging for
forgiveness.
Dean came to himself listening to the sobs of the middle aged science teacher.
The guy looked miserable, pathetic… It did not matter how long he watched, Dean
could not see the monster he needed to see to able to complete his plans. He
walked next to the guy and raised his knife, only to cut his hands loose. The
teacher fell down to the floor like a bag of potatoes.
“If I find out that you lied to me; if I find that you’re not keeping your
promise, I’ll hunt you. You understand me? If you make me come to you again,
it’d only be to kill your sorry ass.”
With that comment he left the building; he was not gonna give the bastard a
ride home. If Harry was that useless and could not even manage to go back to
town by tomorrow, Dean would leave an anonymous tip to the sheriff’s office. It
was not like he expected that the teacher would file a complaint. The guy was
too much of a coward for a sleazy predator. However, in any case, they had to
leave the town and Dean had to come up with some excuse since Sam would not let
him to tell the truth to their father.
XXX
“Please, don’t hate me.” Sam’s whisper was so low that Dean barely heard him
even though Sam was talking right next to his ear.
“Sammy… Hey kiddo. Did I wake you up?” Dean asked, trying to digest his
brother’s words.
“You went to talk to him.”
“Yes…” It was not a question, so Dean did not try to cover up why he was
getting into the bed at this god forsaken hour. “I wanted to make sure he won’t
do it again.”
“What did you-”
“Nothing. He’s fine... Gonna stop teaching though.”
“He asked me, and… I wanted it.”
Although he had not been thinking anything else during the drive back from the
empty barn, Dean had trouble finding words to respond his brother right now.
“I’m… I’m not mad at you. I don’t hate you, Sammy. I can’t hate you, man. Come
on.” After a long breath he continued. “He told me that… that you needed it…
for…”
Lucky for Dean, his brother picked up, “I wanted to cum. Dean, believe me, it
was just that. I was so hard all the time. I just wanted to cum. And he didn’t
hurt me… And I felt so relaxed… So, I… next week I asked him and he just-” Sam
looked at him through his chestnut bangs; his brother was the most beautiful
thing Dean had ever seen. “I’m so sorry, Dean.”
“So… it’s not like… that you like him or older men?” He cursed himself
realizing that he could not keep the accusation from his voice.
“No! not like that, no. I just… I needed to cum and he was the only one wanted
to do it for me.”
Since they had miraculously found Sammy, all Dean had been trying to do to make
sure Sam could be normal, like the other kids. He wanted Sam to forget his
horrendous past and behave as if nothing like that had ever happened. However,
here Dean was, lying next to his severely traumatized brother, realizing that
it was impossible to forget such past, ever. He pulled Sam into a tight hug and
tried to put the words together.
“Look, Sammy... Adults are not supposed to-”
“I’m not stupid, Dean. I know. I know that Seville’s clients were as bad as
Seville…. I mean, I didn’t when I was with him, but I’m in the real world for
long enough to see what’s right and what’s not.” He inhaled a deep, long
breath, “I knew what Mr. Richardson did was not normal. But I was… It’s been
too long and I just needed someone to touch me to cum.”
That was the other issue Dean so did not want to discuss with his brother.
“Sammy, I told you, it’s OK.”
“I know!” Sam yelled with an unexpected outburst.
Dean watched his little brother getting angry; a first since he was back.
However, it did not take long. His hazel eyes opened wide; as if even he could
not believe that he had actually yelled at his brother.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m… I’m sorry I cannot be the brother you wanted me to. I’m
sorry to be such a slut. I’m-“
“Whoa! Whoa! Stop it, Sam!” Dean had to shake his brother to make him raise his
head. “You’re my brother and that’s the end of it. You’re the only brother I
want. And, I don’t wanna hear about being a slut again. You understand me?” He
looked at his younger brother’s eyes, trying to judge if his words reaching
him. “This is not… You gotta tell me if you’re going to… I mean, yeah Mr.
Fuckwad didn’t hurt you, but he could have. Sammy, you cannot trust people like
that; especially pedophiles like him.”
Instead of a verbal answer, Sam nodded. Dean pulled his brother again, placing
his still small head on his chest.
“Let’s sleep, OK? Things will be better in the morning.” He murmured into Sam’s
ears, leaving a kiss on top of the dark hair, trying to convince himself too.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
“Hey, sleepy head…”
It was so bright in the room that Sam had to close his eyes right away.
“Hey, I saw that you’re awake. Don’t play the possum, Sammy.” How did Dean’s
voice sound so cheerful this early in the morning?
“ ‘m not! It’s just…”
Before he could hold on to it, he felt the comforter was taken away. It was not
really cold inside the room, but it still felt chilly on his sleep warmed body.
“Deeaan!” He complained, knowing perfectly well that he could not hide the
growing smile on his face. He was happy, listening to amusement in Dean’s
voice.
“Are you getting up or what?”
“Mmmm… no!” He answered playfully, already planning his counter attack for
Dean’s very obvious plans. And when his brother tried to get a hold of his
shoulder, he was ready. He was almost surprised at his own ability to perform
the moves they had been practicing for weeks; but he finished it without a
hitch.
“Wow!”
And the pride in Dean’s eyes were worth every second of the training.
“Got you, De.”
“You did, kiddo.” His brother’s smile grew even broader, “Now the second part.”
“What second- Deee!” He found himself under Dean in less than a second. His
legs were secured between his brother’s legs and he found that he cannot use
his arms either. “How did you…” He tried wiggling his way out of the position,
but there was no give.
“I think you should try harder, little brother. Or, do I have to show you the
consequences of being trapped.”
“No, no, no, no. Dean, Deaaan.” Sam could not finish his begging before his
brother’s free arm started the tickle attack.
Dean stopped after a good, long minute. They were both laughing; arms and legs
tangled in each other. Sam looked into his brother’s eyes, smiling and happy.
It had been such a joy to wake up and find Dean happily lying down next to him
for the past week. After the horrible incident with his teacher, Sam had been
really afraid that his brother might hate him. He had been expecting Dean to be
disgusted by him. He thought his brother would never forgive him lusting after
Mr. Richardson. But Dean did understand him and he did not tell John. Oh, Sam
was sure John would not be so understanding, not like Dean. Sam still remember
how much his past angered his father, how much John was disgusted with him
having sex with Dean. John would get mad, and Sam had that unrealistic fear
that his eyes would turn yellow when John Winchester got mad.
They had been alone in this house for a week now. John had left for whatever
thing he had to do and Sam had not even had to try hard to convince Dean to
sleep together in his absence. Not having John around was such a blessing and
Sam felt a little guilty for it. The guy had not done anything bad to him. And
Dean obviously loved him very much. But Sam could not help but feel free
whenever John was away from them.
“Hey, you sleeping again? Come on, we gotta have some breakfast and train some
more.”
XXX
The scenery was changing fast around the car, too fast considering the speed
limit at this part of the road, but John could not bring himself to slow down.
He was so damn angry, he thought he might get a stroke; the way his blood
pounding in his head. Dean had lied to him. His own son, the hunter he had
brought up. The son who –John thought- believed John was a fucking hero.
Apparently Dean was not as good a son as he appeared to be. He fucking lied
like a lame fucking teenager. And no, not about his curfew or a simple shit
like that. About someone who had hurt… hurt badly. God! He should not make
himself angrier. He should calm down before arriving New Mexico. And he should
ease on the gas pedal too, not like he could fly there by pressing harder.
He had been angry with Dean when the boy told him about the fight he had
involved when John was away hunting that disgusting ghouls. He remembered
Dean’s timid voice on the phone very well; explaining the reason why he had
been disturbing his father. ‘We have to skip this town,sir.’ He had told him
with a shaking voice. Back then, John thought it was because Dean was just
feeling guilty. Rightly so, he kept telling Dean to keep a low profile and so
far the kid had never had any problems except in the school. However, involving
a gang-related bar brawl?! That was a whole new ballgame. Dean knew he had more
responsibilities now that he was taking care of his little brother. He knew he
had no business even getting close to any gang. And what the hell Dean was
doing in a bar when he was supposed to be at home watching his brother.
He remembered Dean’s flimsy excuses; his horny son had to find a girl with an
ex from the town’s biker gang. John had seen the girl once, did not look like
she was the type, but these days it was impossible to know. He should have
known from the way Dean told him about the fight that something was off. But he
was so angry that Dean had been slacking off, he could not focus on it. And
now, John was fuming with his anger. That little fuck lied to his father, to
John Winchester. To the hunter who could tell when a witness even thought about
lying; who felt in his gut if something was slightly off. However, John was
apparently not so different then the soccer-dads when it comes to teenage sons.
His eldest lied to him and John still had hard time to believe that. Dean would
never do it. John still could not truly comprehend how it was even possible
that the boy lied to his own father. Even more so, he lied about a sick fuck
who had planned to do something to Sammy. Yes, it should only be in the
planning phase because if that ugly bastard had touched his son’s hair, John
did not know what he would do.
He realized that he pushed the car to 100 mph again. He tried to ease his foot,
to control his breathing. However, it did not matter what route he forced his
brain to, he ended up with how angry he had been with Dean. He remembered how
scared Sam had gotten when he had yelled at Dean. Now, he was thinking maybe
Sam was skittish because of his God damned, pedo teacher. Of course, he could
never know for sure since his own son was more skittish with John than anybody
else. His anger spiked again remembering how easily he had believed the lies
Dean had told him. The kid became a true expert apparently. The girl, the bar,
the ex… everything he had said or left unsaid was the perfect cover. He was so
good that John did not even think about how come Dean did not have any bruises
on him. You would expect from a bar brawl that both parties ended up with at
least one good fist. However, Dean -his too bright for his own good son-
thought about that too. The way he told that how the guy approached him had
been filthy drunk… John assumed the ex could not stand up let alone fight. But
apparently, it had been the middle aged science teacher who gave Dean’s
knuckles those bruises. And John supposed the piece of shit could not even hit
a sandbag.
What John could not figure out was the reason. He would understand that Dean
figured out something fishy was going on with the teacher and put him in the
right path. But why did not he come to his father and proudly tell him? Why was
the secrecy? Maybe he was afraid that John would kill the filthy douche-bag…
Yeah, John might have killed the bastard. Depending on how fishy the business
the guy had involved in with Sammy… He would definitely give the sleazy bastard
a nice, round bullet to help his therapy. However, why would Dean want to
protect the monster who had hurt his brother?
John kept thinking about the very same question since he put together what had
happened in Frederic; but he could not come up with a single meaningful reason…
Apart from some bullshit filling his mind. He knew that the reason was not
because Dean wanted to be the sole hero of his brother. He knew it did not make
any sense, but what else? God! John Winchester did not do that. He might be a
bad father, but he was not a fucking loser. He would not be the pathetic,
jealous… whatever. He should not feel like Dean was stealing Sammy from him. He
was their father for God’s sake. However, that little tiny dot in his heart
kept whispering that as if getting all the love from little Sammy was not
enough that Dean now had to be his only protector too.
John was pathetic.
What made him really angry was that he did not even figure it out by himself.
He had not been looking for it when he had ended up in Frederic to collect the
money the garage owed him. It was a total coincidence that he ended up in the
same diner with Mr. Science teacher when he needed his morning coffee. He was
not even going to recognize the guy if it was not for Nancy. The waitress who
had shown interest in John many times before, felt like it was her
responsibility to let John know about the latest gossips in the town.
“It’s scary you know, John.” She started as if they were close friends. “I
mean, nowadays nobody is immune to this random violence. Who could guess? They
beat up poor Mr. Richardson. You would expect these kinda things happen in New
York or I don’t know if you’re with mafia or something. Who would wanna hurt a
science teacher? Everybody loves him. Even his students love him. He had to
stay in the hospital for more than a week and still cannot walk right, imagine
that.”She concluded her news.
Nancy kept going between the coffee refills and pie offerings about how scared
she was. That she was living with her old mother and how it was not any
different than being alone. John was in a good mood so he did not shut her up
right away. He was actually thinking of taking her up on her offer. It was not
likely that he would come to this town again, so no reason to be afraid of the
power of her unstoppable mouth. But before he could give her one of his
signature smiles, the beat down guy got up to leave. And John saw his face; his
bruised, ugly face. It was almost funny that it did not take much time to put
together everything immediately after seeing that face. The same face from
Sam’s school. The guy who had told John how special his youngest was. And John
suddenly remembered the ‘wrong’ feelings he had had about the guy. Putting
everything together happened so fast that he felt completely stupid not
figuring out before. How come he did not realize something was wrong. His job
was catching monsters for God’s sake, how come he could not recognize the guy
for who he was before it was too late.
John realized he floored the fucking pedal again. He tried to keep himself
calm, he had five more hours before talking to his son face to face.
XXX
When John arrived their current home, it was close to midnight. He tried to be
as silent as possible to avoid waking Sammy up. He had to talk to Dean alone
and get some answers without scaring his youngest even more than he usually
was. However, his plans of taking Dean out of the bed dissolved when he heard
the whispers coming from his son’s bedroom.
The lamp on the bed-side drawer was on, creating a soft light right on the bed,
enough that John could see them through the ajar door. They were both on the
same bed. Something John had been suspicious of recently, but could not find it
in his heart to confront his boys.
Dean was lying down on the side of the bed closer to the door and Sam half on
top of his brother. John could see his still a bit too skinny body, covered
only with a boxer.
“Please, Dean. Please.” His youngest begged as if asking for an ice-cream treat
before dinner.
“Sammy…” Dean sounded flustered. “We have done it today, are you sure you need
it a-“
“But John’ll be back tomorrow and we can’t do it again.” Sam did not let his
brother to finish his sentence. It still hurt John that Sam did not call him
dad, but there was more pressing issues at hand, so he put it on the side to
angst over later.
“You told me you needed it once a week. We can still do that when dad’s home.”
Sam moved to side where John could no longer see him from where he was
standing. However, from the sound of the kid’s voice, John could imagine how he
was hiding his cute face under his bangs.
“Okay.”
John knew before Dean could respond that his eldest’s resolution was gone.
Dean’s threshold for enduring Sammy’s wishes had never been high.
“Hey… Hey, Sammy. Look at me.” Dean turned away from the door, facing his upset
brother. “Come on, Sammy.”
“I don’t want to force you, Dean. I’d never…” John barely heard what Sam said.
“Please, don’t-“
“Hey, what did I tell you? Come on, man. You know I wanna. Don’t you?” Dean
stopped Sam’s whispers and pulled him on his lap in a single move. “I just… I
love you, Sammy. And I don’t wanna harm you in any way. I want you to find a-“
“Don’t say a girl!” Sam answered rather angrily.
“Okay, boy and-“
“I’m never gonna be normal, Dean. Don’t you get it? Never.” Sam interrupted
once again and seeing how his brother was trying to answer, he placed his long
fingers over Dean’s lips to effectively shut him off. “You gotta understand
that, Dean. I can never trust anyone else like that. I just can’t.”
“Sammy…” Dean started only to stop with a frustrated exhale.
“No, Dean. It’s not just time.” Sam cut in. “You’re the only one I remember,
you know.”
“What?”
“From before. It was only the dreams first. But now I remember. Small things,
but I do. I remember that when I hurt my knees falling down from a bike; you
drew a smiley face on the gauze. I remember you made it so that it looked at me
when I was walking.”
“How do you… Do you really remember it Sammy? You were so young.”
“I do. I also remember you washing me with the garden hose one day. I was
crying, but you didn’t stop.”
“Yeah? That’s because you fell into a big dump of horse shit dumb-ass.
Literally. You’re covered with dung.” Dean answered between giggles.
“You’re making that up.”
“I swear. I had to clean your face with my hands before bringing you to the
water to clean you up. The smell stuck in your hair for a week.” Dean completed
his story with a shit-eating grin.
“No way.”
“Whatever. What else do you remember?”
“Small things. But I do remember you, Dean. Only you.”
John had to sit down on the floor where he had been crouching. He knew that. He
had known that as a father he had not spent enough time with his son, sons.
However, hearing it with such certainty still hurt. More than John wanted to
admit. Even though he was not watching them anymore, he could still hear their
happy chirping. Sam mentioned about really strange incidents from his
childhood, all distorted from a kid’s point of view; leaving the boys laughing.
And, okay, maybe John was not happy about their proximity on a bed, but he
could not really feel bad about it now that he could hear his youngest laughing
so freely. Something he could never see face to face.
He could stay in that corner and feel all sorry for himself all night. However,
Sam’s tone changed now and John focused his prying eyes back on his boys.
“So, you understand that now, right? I can never trust anyone like this. But if
you don’t-“
“God! Sammy.” Dean pulled his brother down, into his arms. “You know how much I
want to, baby.”
“Then, please Dean. Please, give this to me.”
John did not have to see it to understand what the request was about. The way
Sam was begging left nothing to imagination. And John could not really blame
Dean when he let his brother kiss him. How could he expect Dean to say no to
such wholehearted request? Especially now that he could see Sam giving his very
soul to the kiss; his small hands covering Dean’s -still too young- face.
John knew this was wrong, he knew it was his responsibility as a father to stop
his kids sinking deeper in this hole. But, how could he? How could he take this
from his boy? There was nothing he could give to his youngest and now he was
supposed to take the only thing that made him happy?
When he raised his eyes up again, he saw that Dean had rolled his brother under
him. He wished he did not see the way his oldest was grinding his pelvis onto
his brother, or did not hear the way Sam moaning. However, he did not have the
luxury of thinking that whatever was going on was innocent kisses. No, John had
to see it as what it was. His sons were very carnally into each other. They
were not kissing, they were making out, half naked on a bed. And looking at how
their bodies were writhing, it was clear as day that their intentions were far
from being innocent.
Recognizing his defeat, John turned back. The less he knew about the incestuous
relationship his boys were in, the better. However, he could not help hearing
them confessing their love to each other. When he finally was out of the
building, he sat down on the stairs. Maybe it was a phase that they had to go
through. It might just burn out by itself if he let it go. God! He needed a
drink. Without thinking about it, he found himself next to his car. He had seen
a bar on the way, if he stepped on it, he could make there in fifteen.
XXX
Dean suddenly woke up to the ringing phone. He jumped from the bed after gently
pushing Sam’s octopus arms and caught it before the second ring.
“Dean.” John Winchester’s grim voice greeted him.
“Hey, dad. Everything alright?”
“Yeah. I… Something came up, so I can’t make it back this week. You guys can
handle it by yourselves for another week?”
“Sure… The rent for the house-“
“I handled it, don’t worry. You have enough for the food.”
“Yeah, dad. Are you sure everything okay, you don’t sound-“
“Yeah, yeah.” John quickly answered. He, then, continued after a long, audible
exhale, “How’s Sam?”
“Sam’s okay. We both are.”
“Good. That’s good.”
There was a nervous silence and Dean did not know what to think.
“Do you need help, dad. You know, it’s spring break; we can come-“
“No. That’s not necessary, son. You just continue your job in the diner. And no
slacking in the training.”
“Sure, dad.”
“And most importantly-“
“Look out for Sammy.”
“That’s my boy. See you later, Dean”
“Dad…. Be careful.” Dean managed to squeeze in before his father hung up.
It was not the conversation itself that made Dean suspicious, but his father’s
voice. He sounded sad. Okay, John Winchester usually had some kind of sadness
in his voice, but generally it was loaded with too much anger that you might
miss it. Not now though. Now he sounded genuinely sad. It might just because of
the alcohol, he assumed. He sure sounded a bit tipsy.
“Was that John?” Sam’s voice pulled him back to the room.
“Yeah. He’s not gonna be back for another week.”
His answer made Sam’s smile grow until his mouth was almost touching to his
ears.
“So, we can sleep in the same bed one more week, right? If you want it too.” He
asked timidly. Dean could feel the fear in his brother tone, even though Sam
tried to sound cheerful and relaxed.
“Oh, I don’t know. Lemme think...” Dean started answering casually, before
jumping on top of the naked boy.
It did not take even a second for him to fix Sam’s arms and legs.
“Sammy… Sammy…” He looked at his brother’s shocked face. “You forgot everything
I taught you?”
“It’s not fair, Dean. You… you tricked me.” Sam started wiggling immediately
after realizing what’s going on.
“Not fair, huh.” Dean answered playfully. It did not take him too much force to
keep Sam restrained under him. “You know what’s less fair?” He asked before,
pressing his lips together to blow air.
Sam’s eyes opened large and big with understanding.
“No! Dean no! I’m not a kid anymore. Nooooo!”
His screams turned into breathless giggles when Dean pressed his mouth on the
boy’s belly and started blowing raspberries. It did not take Sam too long to
throw his brother off of himself, but he could not stop laughing for a long
time after that.
He was so beautiful when laughing that Dean felt his heart was swelling by just
watching him. There were tears on the sides of his eyes, but the rest of his
face was relaxed and simply happy.
“A good reason to be always ready.” Dean finally commented.
“I can’t… oh God! I can’t believe you did that. How old do you think I am?”
“As if you growing up gonna change your ‘baby brother’ status.” Dean replied.
He lied down and pulled Sam on his chest. “You’re always gonna be my baby
brother, Sammy. And I’m gonna blow raspberries on your tummy even when you turn
eighty and became all wrinkled there.”
“Eewwww!” Sam showed his disgust on the subject.
“I love you, Sammy. Never doubt that.”
“You too, Dean. Even if you became senile and can’t get it up.”
“Bitch!”
“Jerk!”
 
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