My first Weecest! Dean is 17, Sam is almost 14. Dean is a little more sensitive and open in this one. I wanted to explore Dean's 'girly' side, if he were ever to have one. After all, he is more open with Sam. A behind the scenes of the first time the Winchesters looked at stars together. (Or at least my version. XD)
Oh and by the way, I know that Dean had been hunting since he first killed a vampire when he was 16, but I needed Dean to be 18, because writing a story about in incestual relationship with a 12 year old would drive me borderline insane.
I'm about half way through Part Two, so stay tuned! It's a lot longer and has a detailed sex scene.

Part One/6 months prior to selling your soul to the open road (June '96)

"No, Dean-o. I told you no once, and I'm not gonna tell you again. You're not gonna hunt til you're eighteen." John Winchester was shoving a few items into a duffel and shuffled around on the balls of his feet. Even though it wasn't even 10:00 yet, Sam was already in bed, pretending to sleep and trying to ignore the same conversation Dean and his father had been having for the millionth time this month.

"Why not, sir? I hunted that vamp when I was 16. Plus, I'll be eighteen in 6 months. "

"Dean, someone has to be here to watch your brother. I need to trust you to take care of him. Just like you have been. Love you, son." And John was gone with a squeak of the screen door. Sam could hear Dean shoving the window shades out of his way to watch John leave before he heard his dad's truck fire up and tear out of the motel parking lot.

Dean came into Sam's room and sat on the edge of his bed. Dean held back the sniffles of the tears he was crying, not knowing if Sam had heard the conversation. Dean was pissed, but then again he always was after John left. Silently angry; Not showing any emotion to Sam whatsoever. John told Dean over and over again. Take care of Sammy. But he was tired of hiding everything from his little brother. He needed to vent, and quickly, before he took it out on the one person he had left.

"Sammy, you awake?"

"Yeah." Sam rolled over to look at Dean who had fresh tears running down his cheeks.

"You tired?" Dean said coolly, not quite ready to wake the neighbors with the incessant venting. Dean needed to scream.

"Not really." Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to wake up fully.

"I need to cool off. Let's go."

Dean grabbed Sam out of bed by his hand and told him to get his shoes on. Dean had never taken off like this without his Dad, but there's a first time for everything. Dean wrapped his leather jacket around Sam who only had shorts and one of Dean's old t-shirts on. He yawned as he put his shoes on and followed Dean out of the door. They crawled into the Impala and Sam sat up straight before asking,

"Where we goin'?"

"You'll see." Dean wasn't quite sure, but all he knew was it needed to be in the middle of nowhere. The night sky was calming behind the wheel of a car, but still, Dean was irritated. The moon was brightly shining the path of the road, the clouds had been so gray and the sky was midnight blue, but still Dean felt trapped in his own head. He had given his mind too long to stir.

They drove for what seemed like an hour to Sam as he just watched his brother's face scrunch up in anger every time he thought about him and his father's fight. He turned up the music really loud and started obnoxiously beating the steering wheel to the beat of the drums.

They arrived at some back road field in the middle of Appleton, Wisconsin. Beautiful green trees sprouted just beyond the moonlit field, which was riddled with knee high grass. Sam peered over the dashboard and could hear crickets playing their midnight song.

Dean got out and slammed the door, making Sam shocked that he would treat the Impala that way.

"Dad's gonna kick your ass when he finds out about that!" Sam screamed through the door, unable to stop himself from hurting his brother even more.

"Yeah, so what? I don't care." The teenager slumped on the roof and stared into the starry night, trying to choke back his tears, uncaring to the snippiness of his comment. He knew Sam wasn't at fault and slowly realized that maybe this wasn't a good idea. Sure, Dean needed to vent. But was Sam his target?

Sam got out of the car and stood in front of Dean. Dean avoided eye contact and just kicked his shoes into the dry dirt from the side of the road, watching as the dust clouds puff up from beyond his shoes.

"What'ch your problem?" Sam crossed his arms and slumped to the side, Dean's coat dragging at his thighs.

"Dad. It's always Dad. When isn't he my problem?" Dean's face grew upset, knowing he didn't want to talk about it. Dean had been frustrated about his father, he knew this for sure. But where was this anger coming from? What was he hiding from himself? And why was he starting to feel like he needed Sam to understand that he was hurt?

Sam took a step closer to Dean.

"You knew going in he was gonna say that. He says the same thing every night." Sam uncrossed his arms and began to swing them beside his body. He stared up at Dean and tossed his floppy hair out of his face. He wanted nothing more than to understand his brother. He wanted to know where these emotions were coming from.

"Shut up, Sam." Dean said with irritation in his voice, brushing past Sam's shoulder as he started to walk into the field. Dean took a few strides and it began to sprinkle tiny droplets across his shoulder. Soon his head was wet and Dean looked up into the crying midnight sky, checking his peripherals so he wouldn't smack his face straight into a tree. Sam turned towards Dean and held his arms open wide, hating the weather.

"You're gonna get hypothermia, dummy!" Sam screamed, standing a foot from the Impala, not caring that he had been out there seconds and he had already been soaked, head to toe. Sam began to trudge into the field after his older brother and Dean noticed, so he sped up.

"So what, it's not like he wants me around anyway!" Dean screamed behind him at his brother, not noticing Sam was catching up. When he did finally catch up, Sam tackled Dean to the ground and began to lightly punch him in his sides. Dean rolled over easily, knocking his little brother off of him and rolled over on top of Sam, restraining his arms from flailing at him any longer.

"Would you stop punching me?!" Dean looked into Sam's eyes and he truly looked hurt. His face was full of anger and compassion.

"Don't you EVER say that again!" Sam screamed into the rain, making his hair flatten and cover his face. "Dad loves you, and you know that, Dean!" Sam got really close to Dean's nose and arched his neck. "Dad and I fight all the time!" Sam screamed through the quickening sounds of the thunder, "And look! I know he loves me! He doesn't let you go with him because he loves you." Sam tapped Dean's chest with his palms, forcing Dean off of him.

Dean stood up in the torrential downpour and offered a hand to help Sam up. Sam knocked his hand away and stood up himself. Sam dusted the dirt from the bag of his legs while Dean watched intently.

"Can we go back to the car now? I'm cold." Sam gave Dean the puppy dog eyes and Dean shook his head no.

"You can," Dean opened his arms wide and smiled at his little brother. "I think it feels awesome."

"No, Dean. When you're curled up in bed sick tomorrow, it won't be so awesome." Sam sniped back, beginning to shiver in his brother's loose jacket.

"Fine, you wuss. Let's go back to the car."

Dean and Sam said nothing on their return trip, only hearing the soft thuds of their feet hitting the wet grass. Every once in a while, Dean would look over at Sam and smile at his frowning and obviously miserable baby brother. He felt his anger fade away as he looked on to his little brother, knowing he was wise beyond his years when he said his dad really did care about him.

"I think I would be dead if it weren't for you, Sammy."

Sam looked at Dean while a wide smirk spread across his face.

"What did you do with my brother?" Sam replied, sarcastically, unused to Dean being so open about an emotional situation.

They returned back to the impala and got into it. Sam slid into the passenger side and shivered.

"Here, Sammy. You'll catch cold." Dean turned the heat on high and pulled his brother close to him. "You should take that jacket off. It'll make you worse."

Sam sat up with a groan and slumped the jacket off. He leaned in close to Dean when he went to shrug out of the left sleeve and Dean saw down Sam's loose shirt. Dean didn't know why the sight of Sam's chest made his palms sweaty and made him nervous. He looked at the t-shirt when Sam discarded Dean's soaked jacket into the back seat. He watched the way the blue t-shirt clung to his chest and saw Sam's perked nipples. Dean's breath caught his lips and his heart started beating quickly.

"Damn, Sam. When did you get muscles?"

"About the same time you started getting me outta bed at 5 a.m. to train."

Dean gave Sam a quick look and placed his left hand on the steering wheel. He wrapped his arm around Sam who started to shiver . He stared out of the windshield and their cold bodies made the windows fog up.

"We're gonna have to wait out the rain. You can't see your hand 2 inches from your face out there."

"That's alright with me. I like you this way, Dean. I like it when you talk to me."

"I talk to you." Dean started to explain and stopped; when he knew what he had just said was a flat out lie. Dean answered questions, when he could, but never really opened up to Sammy.

"No, you don't. You tell me enough to tell me what to do. You don't tell me about fights with Dad, about yourself, about mom, your girlfriends-"

"Dude, I don't have girlfriends, and I don't tell you that crap 'cause-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just want to know you, Dean."

Sam looked at Dean through his soaked curls clinging to his forehead and gave Dean a solemn look. He quit shivering and nestled his head into Dean's chest, loving the sound of Dean's palpitating heartbeat thundering in his ears. Sam closed his eyes and gave out an eager sigh.

"I love you, Dean." Sam whispered under his breath. "And you are an idiot. But you have to realize that Dad cares about you. And so do I; I do love you. More than anything else in the world." Sam looked at Dean quickly to see what his brother's reaction to his some-what confession would be. Should he shut up? Or should he keep going? He could only imagine Dean getting freaked out and pushing Sammy away; forever. He wasn't sure how to read into Dean. All he knew is that those mossy green eyes were focused on him; on his lips and skin. He felt the burning hot of his older brother's gaze on him as he snuggled further into Dean's embrace and looked forward, searching into the rain storm for the rest of his words on how to confess. Sam didn't expect the hard rain to tell him how to tell his older brother he loved him more than a brother, but he knew it was pretty fucked up. And nothing fucked up was ever easy.

Dean's eyes went wide and his body betrayed him as he reached around Sam's shoulder to lift Sam's soft face with his cold fingertips. Dean's brain short circuited and he could no longer think. He blinked back and peered into Sam's brown beautiful eyes and their faces were so close, if Dean could only touch his lips to Sam's…

"What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Snap out of it!" Dean's brain shouted at him, but his eyes and mouth disobeyed. For some reason, he wasn't trying very hard to stop himself from leading on to that train of thoughts. He knew he loved Sammy. But did he want Sammy? He decided to give it a chance. And if Sam had a problem, he would have no problem playing it off as a joke.

He lunged forward and kissed Sam deeply, almost pressing him down on the Impala's front seat. Sam never fought back, never pushed Dean away, but instead waited for his chance to push back into Dean's kiss. Sam had always wanted to experience Dean's lips first hand. Ever since he was young and his big brother took care of him, gave him everything, made every day special, he knew he wanted to taste Dean's full lips. Dean was Sam's everything. His mentor, his caretaker, his brother, and now that they were kissing; it filled a void for the younger Winchester. The middle of Sam's chest felt like it was on fire, his heart felt aglow from the inside out.

Sam lightly pushed on Dean's chest to seat him up correctly and slung his leg over Dean's hips, straddling him, but never breaking the kiss. Sam worked his body around the steering wheel and Dean just accepted the whole situation. He felt very strongly about his brother and knew he cared about him more than a younger brother, but he always messed everything up. He had been told by more than one person that he would never carry a normal relationship because of the way he was. But Sam was different. And Dean knew that however un-normal his and Sam's relationship was going to be from here on out, that he could never hurt his Sammy.

Sam took over the kiss and plunged his tongue into Dean's mouth. He didn't have too much experience in any kind of kissing department, but he was pretty sure there were tongues involved. He pushed into Dean's mouth and circled his tongue into Dean's warm mouth. Dean reached his hand up the back of Sam's clinging shirt and circled Sam's back with his fingertips before finally setting on either side of his shoulders. Sam broke the kiss to give out a gentle moan when Dean pulled Sam down with his fingers and arched his hips, pressing their crotches together. Sam kissed all along Dean's neck and loved the feeling of Dean's hard cock rubbing up his own. Dean pushed Sam down again and ran his fingertips back down Sam's back. He pulled at the bottom of Sam's soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it into the back. Sam trembled beneath Dean's warm touch, kissing back into Dean again.

Dean's brain buzzed when his thought process finally kicked in. He knew that he wanted Sam in more ways than one, but damn. Was this a dream? Was his brother really returning his feelings? He wasn't sure what to do, but his body did. Dean didn't have control of his own body. He ran his hands back down Sam's naked back, making Sam let out an amazingly beautiful gasp. All Dean knew, was that he'd been wanting this for a long time. And now that it was, he was the luckiest man in the world to be with someone like his beautiful baby brother.

"Dean?" Sam spoke for the first time in what seemed like ages. Dean had to adjust to the words coming out of Sam's mouth because Sam's voice wasn't normal. It was breathy and lustful. Dean found it oddly sexy. "Dean, I don't think I can… Ya know, go all the way…" Sam blushed at the thought of Dean unzipping his own jeans with his teeth, kneading the head of Sam's cock with his lips, nudging and pushing his tongue into his shaft and feeling the heat and friction of Dean deep inside of him. He shook the thoughts away when Dean parted his lips to speak.

"Shhh, Sammy. I wasn't expectin' anything. But just… wow. I can't believe this is happening."

Sam looked into Dean's eyes and Dean shifted his eye sight to the driver's side window, gripping his fingers tightly into Sam's back.

"Me neither." Sam looked deeply into Dean's jade eyes and gave the best pouty lips he possibly could, showing Dean he didn't mean to hurt him, or make him think that he didn't want his older brother.

Dean looked back into Sam's eyes, sitting comfortably in the silence their awkward situation had created.

"Uh…It stopped raining, Sammy. Wanna get out?"

"Dean…" Sam took Dean's chin in his hands. "Did I piss you off or somethin'?"

"Nah. Just trying to.. wrap my head around the situation. I don't think my brain has quite caught up to… what just happened yet."

Sam climbed off of Dean's lap and immediately intertwined his fingers in Dean's. He stared up at Dean and then looked into his own lap, mourning the loss of the heat around his crotch.

"I mean... I want to, Dean. Don't get me wrong; but not in the impala. The steering wheel hurts my butt." a smile spread across Sam's face.

Dean looked over at Sam and reached his free hand over to Sam's scalp and ran his fingertips through his hair.

"We don't have to think about that right now. Let's just get okay with bein' together."

Dean got out of the impala and opened the trunk. He pulled out a beat up old blue blanket, big enough for them to sit on. Sam got out too, and looked at Dean with a puzzled face.

Dean spread out the blanket on the hood of the impala and jumped up to sit. He pat the empty spot next to him and Sam joined him. Dean laid back and took Sam with him and Sam laid his head on Dean's soaked t-shirt, appreciating the warm-ness on his cheek. The dew in the air made Sam's half naked body sheen with sweat. It was warm for Wisconsin, and the Winchesters took advantage of that. They cuddled together and stared up at the stars, wondering what their lives would be like now that they were in each other's arms.

"Sammy?" Dean whispered in Sam's ear, tickling Sam with the warm breath gliding across his neck, not exactly adding anything to the hard-on, sitting ignored in his pants.

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell dad." Dean smirked and wrapped Sam tighter around himself.

"No shit."

The boys looked up at the beautiful night sky. The fog that had formed in the valley was a light gray, and they enjoyed the smell of the fresh rain. They talked about the constellations and how much they wished they could do this every night. Sam explained to Dean how close every star was to the earth, and Dean just smiled at the way Sam talked, loving the way the corners of his mouth picked up when he talked. Dean couldn't believe he hadn't figured out sooner how much he really did love his smart and sensitive little brother. He knew then, that from then on out, they would be inseparable.