Title: Needed
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Adam
Warnings: brief mentions of Hell, incest, possible Destiel if you squint
Summary: Sometimes, Sam likes to take the newest little brother out for a quiet beer. Or in other words, the fic in which Sam has thoughts about Adam and Adam's just like fuck-it and goes for it.
Sometimes, Sam likes to take their newest little brother out for a quiet beer. It's usually so loud in the house now, what with Adam and Dean's clashing personalities (as in, they're way too fucking alike,) and Dean's insistence on treating Adam like he did to Sam right after Sam left Stanford. Plus, Dean needs time to mope, with Cas almost always gone, and he usually mopes in silence which is, you know, good for Bobby, who really sometimes hates all of them practically living with him.
But, anyway, yeah, sometimes Sam will take Adam out for a beer after a long, strenuous target practice. They aren't even bothering telling Adam to go back into his normal life-they tried, but Adam put his foot down with that Winchester stubbornness he seems to have inherited from Dad. So, he'll be hunting with them, for better or worse. He does refuse to change his name from Milligan to Winchester, though, something Sam can't really begrudge and Dean seems to understand far too well, but he has conceded to at least making a hyphenated name. Adam Milligan-Winchester. Newest part of the family.
But, he digresses. Right now, he's watching the slow bob of the boy's Adam's apple as he takes a pull from the beer, his green-blue eyes fluttering closed with a happy sigh. His cheeks feel hot and he looks away, reminding himself that this is his little brother, and fuck he must really need to get laid if this is happening.
Sam clears his throat and Adam looks at him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Thanks," Adam murmurs. "S'kinda nice, not to feel Dean staring at me like I'm gonna do something wrong."
Sam makes a face. "He's just worried. You should be happy he's like that. Means he considers you part of the family."
Adam's smile broadens a little. "Yeah?"
Sam's lips quirk and he dips his head, hair over his face. Adam snorts and pushes it back from his forehead unthinkingly. "Little long, don't you think?" he teases, his hand still in Sam's hair. Sam swallows, throat dry.
"You and Dean both say that," he manages to get out, aiming for wry. Adam smirks, fingers tightening slightly in his hair and Sam's lips part to suck in a sharp breath, scalp having always been sensitive.
"A-Adam," he rasps, and Adam's eyes widen, cheeks flushing as he drops his hand and breathes out an apology, standing up to leave Sam alone, give him some space, but Sam's arm shoots out, fingers circling Adam's wrist.
The younger boy looks up at him, so fucking innocent with his sweet face and big eyes. Sam swallows and tugs him out, murmuring a soft, follow me. Adam goes willingly, so fucking willingly it makes Sam's heart race, especially when he presses Adam against the truck, the parking lot dark and quiet, Adam's big eyes dark and washed with pupil.
"S-Sam," he breathes, fingers curling into his shirt as Sam presses them chest to chest, dipping his head down so that they're breathing the same air. He wants it, god, he wants it, and figures with a half a century in Hell he goddamn deserves it, and he knows Sam does too. Sam, who makes an agonized sound like he doesn't want to do this, not unless he's absolutely sure, not wanting to take advantage of him, and Adam can't handle the indecision, leaning up and pressing their mouths together.
From then, it's heat and fire and panting breaths, and the start of something new and unpredictable and exactly what they need.
Though, it'll be a bitch explaining this one away to Dean.