Wrong, Supernatural, Broken!Verse, PG-13
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural (Broken!Verse)
Title: Wrong (All Broken is listed here)
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, mention of John
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1145
Summary: A Broken!Verse Prequel-- Set prior to Brothers and after First Kiss-- Dean suddenly realizes what it is Sammy wants from him, and struggles with the wrongness of it.
A/Ns & Warnings: Sam is fifteen, no actual sex occurs, though there is some kissing. Offered as humbly as I can to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
apieceofcake who's birthday was Jan 4. I'm way, way behind on Birthdays and I'll be trying to catch up, as the muses bit me.
He finally understood.
After months of Sam pushing, Sam constantly there, in his face, or ignoring him completely, after catching Sam watching him do the simplest things, after dreams of that day in Bobby's yard, they were somewhere in Oklahoma and Dean was getting a girl's phone number and he looked up to see that look on Sam's face.
He finally understood.
Dean blushed a little and turned away, shaking his head. No. He couldn't be thinking it.
Obviously Sam had seen it, something on his face, and rushed toward him. Dean held up a hand and shook his head. "Back off Sam."
"Dean." He hated the way his name sounded on Sam's lips sometimes.
"Sam, come on. We're late."
Sam rolled his eyes, but dropped back a half step that only made it feel like he was hovering. "Dad won't be there."
"He said he would be."
"Right, like he always keeps his promises."
"Don't start Sam."
Dean grabbed at their take out on the counter, shoving the girl's number into his pocket and leading Sam back to the motel. Sam's smile was smug when the truck wasn't there, but he didn't say, "I told you so."
Dean dropped the food and the key on the table and his jacket on the bed. "Eat. I'm going to shower."
"Dean." Sam grabbed his arm and turned him. The kid was taller than Dean now, by nearly an inch. He licked his lips and kissed Dean, who backed up until his ass hit the wall. Sam pressed in for more, letting go of Dean's wrist and sliding both hands up to cup Dean's face.
His mouth was hot and sweet and Dean has to admit he could let himself like the way Sam was doing this…except that it was Sam. Finally, Dean pushed him away. "Sam. Stop." He wiped at his mouth. Somewhere between that weird spring day when Sam had first kissed him and now, Sam had kind of gotten good at the kissing thing. Dean frowned at the rush of jealousy in his stomach. "Just stop."
Sam pushed back in, his body flush against Dean's. "Don't want to."
"Sam, god, stop." Sam's hands found their way to his groin, cupping Dean's cock. Dean pushed him away again. "I'm serious." Dean shoved and got off the wall, storming back into the middle of the room. "You gotta stop. It isn't right."
"Why?" Sam demanded, hands on his hips. "Why, Dean?"
Dean could felt he flush on his face, knew his body had responded to Sam's touch, but he grabbed onto the anger and pushed the rest away. "It's wrong, Sam. It…you…" He growled his frustration. "You’re my brother, Sam. It isn't normal. And damn it…no. Just no."
Dean stalked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and climbing into the shower. Sam was mixed up, clearly. He needed…a girl. Dean would get him laid right and proper and that would be the end of it. They would move on. Forget it. Never speak of it again.
And Dean would never tell Sam about the way his cock was hard thinking about Sam and that kiss, or that Dean jerked off under the weak spray of the shower. It was wrong. Sam shouldn't want that. Dean shouldn't want it. Wrong. Dean closed his eyes and leaned against the tile, watching his come slide down the drain.
He hid in the shower until the water was cold, took his time drying off. Sam had his back to him when Dean emerged from the bathroom, and Dean took it as a sign that he was pissed. Maybe pissed was better than the alternative. Dean pulled on boxers and a t-shirt and threw himself on the bed.
Time crawled by them while he waited for something. For their father to come back, for Sam to give up and go shower. Something.
Sam sighed eventually. "We aren't normal, Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and tried to ignore him. "We're Winchesters."
The bed dipped and Sam was suddenly beside him. "I want you. I love you. And no one else is going to do it for me. I've tried."
Dean swallowed down a wave of jealous anger, that Sam would go to someone else, that Sam had let someone kiss him, touch him…which was insane, because Dean wanted to get the boy laid. He huffed and Sam touched him, his hand hot on Dean's back. "I know you think it's…wrong…and if you don't want me too, if that wasn't you jerking off in the bathroom…just say the word. I'll never bring it up again."
Dean shook his head. Why'd his baby brother have to be so…frustrating? And right? Dean rolled onto his back. "Sam…I…don't know what to say here."
"I've seen you with guys." Sam said it softly, but it surprised him. "So…it isn't that."
"One guy." Dean said, lifting up onto his elbows. "Well, two I guess…but no, that isn't it."
Sam's hand pulled back from where it had landed on Dean's arm. "So, it's me?"
He was trying not to show the hurt, but Dean could feel it like a punch to his stomach. "No, Sammy. God…I can't believe we're talking about this." Dean sat up, scrubbing over his face. "Brother, remember?" He tried to say it gently, but Sam still bristled. "And…you're only fifteen…how do you even know what you want? Some pretty girl is going to come along and—"
Sam leaned in fast, kissing him, pressing him back into the pillows as he straddled over Dean. "You. Always has been Dean. From the very first time I got a hard on."
Dean pushed him up, but not off. "Sam…"
"I want you to touch me Dean, I want you to fuck me—"
Dean pressed his fingers to Sam's lips to stop him. "No. Stop." He licked his lips. "One thing at a time, okay?"
Sam's face lit up with that goofy grin. "Anything Dean, anything."
Dean exhaled slowly. "Slow. And rules. Like never where Dad can find us." Because Sam was right about two things. They weren't normal. They were Winchesters. And, Dean had jerked off to just the memory of his brother's kiss. So maybe there was something…or maybe Dean was just taking one more step down the very fucked up road that had been his life so far.
"Our car, at Bobby's." Sam said excitedly, falling to his side of the bed. "Private."
The sound of their father's truck rumbled in the open window and Dean tried to focus on his father, not on the fact that they'd be at Bobby's inside a week. His cock twitched and he made himself get up to warm up food for his father while Sam just laid on the bed grinning at him.
Wrong. And yet, Dean knew that wouldn't matter in the long run.
Title: Wrong (All Broken is listed here)
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, mention of John
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1145
Summary: A Broken!Verse Prequel-- Set prior to Brothers and after First Kiss-- Dean suddenly realizes what it is Sammy wants from him, and struggles with the wrongness of it.
A/Ns & Warnings: Sam is fifteen, no actual sex occurs, though there is some kissing. Offered as humbly as I can to
apieceofcake who's birthday was Jan 4. I'm way, way behind on Birthdays and I'll be trying to catch up, as the muses bit me.He finally understood.
After months of Sam pushing, Sam constantly there, in his face, or ignoring him completely, after catching Sam watching him do the simplest things, after dreams of that day in Bobby's yard, they were somewhere in Oklahoma and Dean was getting a girl's phone number and he looked up to see that look on Sam's face.
He finally understood.
Dean blushed a little and turned away, shaking his head. No. He couldn't be thinking it.
Obviously Sam had seen it, something on his face, and rushed toward him. Dean held up a hand and shook his head. "Back off Sam."
"Dean." He hated the way his name sounded on Sam's lips sometimes.
"Sam, come on. We're late."
Sam rolled his eyes, but dropped back a half step that only made it feel like he was hovering. "Dad won't be there."
"He said he would be."
"Right, like he always keeps his promises."
"Don't start Sam."
Dean grabbed at their take out on the counter, shoving the girl's number into his pocket and leading Sam back to the motel. Sam's smile was smug when the truck wasn't there, but he didn't say, "I told you so."
Dean dropped the food and the key on the table and his jacket on the bed. "Eat. I'm going to shower."
"Dean." Sam grabbed his arm and turned him. The kid was taller than Dean now, by nearly an inch. He licked his lips and kissed Dean, who backed up until his ass hit the wall. Sam pressed in for more, letting go of Dean's wrist and sliding both hands up to cup Dean's face.
His mouth was hot and sweet and Dean has to admit he could let himself like the way Sam was doing this…except that it was Sam. Finally, Dean pushed him away. "Sam. Stop." He wiped at his mouth. Somewhere between that weird spring day when Sam had first kissed him and now, Sam had kind of gotten good at the kissing thing. Dean frowned at the rush of jealousy in his stomach. "Just stop."
Sam pushed back in, his body flush against Dean's. "Don't want to."
"Sam, god, stop." Sam's hands found their way to his groin, cupping Dean's cock. Dean pushed him away again. "I'm serious." Dean shoved and got off the wall, storming back into the middle of the room. "You gotta stop. It isn't right."
"Why?" Sam demanded, hands on his hips. "Why, Dean?"
Dean could felt he flush on his face, knew his body had responded to Sam's touch, but he grabbed onto the anger and pushed the rest away. "It's wrong, Sam. It…you…" He growled his frustration. "You’re my brother, Sam. It isn't normal. And damn it…no. Just no."
Dean stalked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and climbing into the shower. Sam was mixed up, clearly. He needed…a girl. Dean would get him laid right and proper and that would be the end of it. They would move on. Forget it. Never speak of it again.
And Dean would never tell Sam about the way his cock was hard thinking about Sam and that kiss, or that Dean jerked off under the weak spray of the shower. It was wrong. Sam shouldn't want that. Dean shouldn't want it. Wrong. Dean closed his eyes and leaned against the tile, watching his come slide down the drain.
He hid in the shower until the water was cold, took his time drying off. Sam had his back to him when Dean emerged from the bathroom, and Dean took it as a sign that he was pissed. Maybe pissed was better than the alternative. Dean pulled on boxers and a t-shirt and threw himself on the bed.
Time crawled by them while he waited for something. For their father to come back, for Sam to give up and go shower. Something.
Sam sighed eventually. "We aren't normal, Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and tried to ignore him. "We're Winchesters."
The bed dipped and Sam was suddenly beside him. "I want you. I love you. And no one else is going to do it for me. I've tried."
Dean swallowed down a wave of jealous anger, that Sam would go to someone else, that Sam had let someone kiss him, touch him…which was insane, because Dean wanted to get the boy laid. He huffed and Sam touched him, his hand hot on Dean's back. "I know you think it's…wrong…and if you don't want me too, if that wasn't you jerking off in the bathroom…just say the word. I'll never bring it up again."
Dean shook his head. Why'd his baby brother have to be so…frustrating? And right? Dean rolled onto his back. "Sam…I…don't know what to say here."
"I've seen you with guys." Sam said it softly, but it surprised him. "So…it isn't that."
"One guy." Dean said, lifting up onto his elbows. "Well, two I guess…but no, that isn't it."
Sam's hand pulled back from where it had landed on Dean's arm. "So, it's me?"
He was trying not to show the hurt, but Dean could feel it like a punch to his stomach. "No, Sammy. God…I can't believe we're talking about this." Dean sat up, scrubbing over his face. "Brother, remember?" He tried to say it gently, but Sam still bristled. "And…you're only fifteen…how do you even know what you want? Some pretty girl is going to come along and—"
Sam leaned in fast, kissing him, pressing him back into the pillows as he straddled over Dean. "You. Always has been Dean. From the very first time I got a hard on."
Dean pushed him up, but not off. "Sam…"
"I want you to touch me Dean, I want you to fuck me—"
Dean pressed his fingers to Sam's lips to stop him. "No. Stop." He licked his lips. "One thing at a time, okay?"
Sam's face lit up with that goofy grin. "Anything Dean, anything."
Dean exhaled slowly. "Slow. And rules. Like never where Dad can find us." Because Sam was right about two things. They weren't normal. They were Winchesters. And, Dean had jerked off to just the memory of his brother's kiss. So maybe there was something…or maybe Dean was just taking one more step down the very fucked up road that had been his life so far.
"Our car, at Bobby's." Sam said excitedly, falling to his side of the bed. "Private."
The sound of their father's truck rumbled in the open window and Dean tried to focus on his father, not on the fact that they'd be at Bobby's inside a week. His cock twitched and he made himself get up to warm up food for his father while Sam just laid on the bed grinning at him.
Wrong. And yet, Dean knew that wouldn't matter in the long run.
