A/N: And so, I come bearing a story! A Supernatural story that is longer than a one-shot, yay! (I hope). By the way, the genie in this story is not really like the Jinn in the episode 'What Is And What Should Never Be'. Let's say that there are different kinds of genies (which there are, apparently, according to some random websites). Most of the facts I use come off websites on the internet, although I do not know how reliable they are, and I have also made some stuff up in order for my plot to work. So please read, enjoy, and comment with praise and/or criticism! All feedback is appreciated.
Summary: A pissed off fifteen-year-old Sam virulently wishes that Dean wasn't his brother. Unfortunately, he should have realised that there was a genie behind him right as he said the words. Now Sammy's left to work out whether a life without Dean as his brother really is better. Wincesty
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Very, very, very unfortunate, as I'm sure everyone will agree.
Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 1
"Dammit, Dean," fifteen-year-old Sam Winchester hissed at his older brother as they ran into the shop, panting, "I can take care of myself, you know!"
"Yeah," Dean nodded, regarding his brother with angry green eyes, "well, the bruise on your cheek and the cut on your lip seem to disagree with you, there."
Sam glared down at his older brother, who he was pleased to have finally outgrown when he hit fifteen. It especially came in useful when he had to talk to his brother like this.
"I was doing fine before you showed up," he said coldly.
"Fine?" Dean snapped. "I didn't know that the definition of 'fine' was getting the crap beaten out of you by three guys, each twice your damn breadth!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"I had it under control," he said stubbornly, but when he saw one of the older guys pass the shop window, rubbing his head and looking around him, confused, Sam quickly turned around and marched to the end of the small store and into an aisle.
Dean followed him, shaking his head.
"Dude, honestly, I leave you alone for two minutes to go get food, and you manage to get yourself into a fight with three guys that could probably kill you just by sitting on you!"
Sam turned around to face his brother and hissed, "It was your fault, anyway." He turned away, and started looking at the food on the shelves, pretending to be looking for something.
"My fault?" Dean snapped. "How the hell was it my fault? I mean, yeah, I guess I shouldn't have left you alone like that, but I honestly didn't think that you'd be able to get yourself into trouble within five-"
"I did not get myself into trouble and I am not a child!" Sam spun around and yelled.
The tall man in the aisle behind Dean looked quite shocked, and nervously turned around and made his way to another aisle.
Dean shook his head, breathing heavily.
"Then how the hell would you explain me having to rescue you when that asshole was slamming his fist into your face?" Dean said quietly, angrily. He wasn't angry at Sammy, hell no, but he was most certainly angry at the three men who decided to pick on him. He knew Sam looked older than his age, but that was still no reason to go picking a fight with someone whose eyes were so damn young.
Sam grit his teeth but kept silent. After a few moments he turned back to the shelves, seething.
OK, so the guys had been pretty strong, but hey, Sam had been holding them off for about five minutes on his own, hadn't he? Didn't that count for anything?
The whole thing was Dean's fault, anyway. It wasn't because Dean had left him alone, hell no. The only reason Dean left him alone was because he thought that the girl at the counter was cute and wanted a private bit of flirt-time so he could get her number while getting groceries, so he had told Sam to stay and watch his precious car.
Well, Sam had stayed, he had waited for Dean, leaning on the car grumpily, muttering to himself about why it was Dean that always got the girls, why it was Dean that got to drive the Impala (he ignored the fact that he was underage), why it was Dean that was so damn cool, and not him.
Sam had noticed the three guys standing near the car, a bit older than Dean, and quite well built, talking to each other, and they had both looked at Sam and Dean briefly, but Sam figured that it wasn't a crime to stand around talking and looking around, so he wasn't worried or anything.
And he didn't get himself in trouble … those guys got themselves in trouble.
"Damn, what a fine ass," one of them was saying as Sam and Dean got out of the car. The three guys looked pretty similar, all tall and wide with dark hair, but this one had the distinguishing mark of a large blue snake tattooed on his arm. "You know how long it's been since I've banged a guy with an ass like that?"
Sam immediately tuned into the conversation suspiciously. He hoped the guy wasn't talking about him, because that was just … weird. And gross. Sam wasn't homophobic, or anything, but he was so underage and the guy was just so … ew.
Dean had told him to wait by the car, and had then leaned in through the window to grab some fake credit cards, and Sam realised that the guy that was talking was staring at Dean's ass like it was a piece of meat.
It pissed him off and disgusted him. Dean wasn't gay – not to Sam's knowledge, anyway. Dean had always been such a ladykiller, and anyway, it wasn't even that, if was just this guy, this guy looking at his brother that way … it was just wrong.
Dean had, surprisingly, not noticed, or maybe he had and didn't care, either way, he left Sam to mutter to himself about why Dean had so much luck with girls, and had gone into the shop.
Unfortunately, Sam could not be left alone with his thoughts, because the things that the guy that had been checking out Dean was saying were beginning to grate his mind like cheese.
"He looks like he'll be a real good lay, doesn't he?" the guy was asking his friends, staring at the shop door that Dean had gone into. Sam grit his teeth and tried to block him out, but the guy didn't stop talking. "I bet he loves it, he seems like one of those slutty ones that like to beg me to give it to them all night."
His friends laughed, and without even realising it was his voice saying it, Sam snarled, "Shut up."
The three guys looked at him.
"Hey, TJ," one of the three said, "I think you've upset his little boyfriend," and 'TJ', the guy that had been talking, laughed harshly and took a step towards Sam.
"Oh, trust me, that little whore is gonna be going home with me tonight," he said, his eyes challenging Sam.
"Don't call my brother a whore!" Sam snarled, and he stopped slouching and leaning on the car and stood up to his full height, which was a good few inches taller than TJ.
However, TJ was slightly bulkier than Sam … OK, a lot bulkier, as were his friends.
They all laughed.
"Your brother, huh?" TJ said, taking another step towards Sam. "Well, what do you think? Will he beg for it?"
Sam automatically shoved TJ. He was not talking shit about Dean so badly, he was not.
"Even if he was gay," Sam said boldly, "there is no way he'd want anything to do with someone as fugly as you," he smart-arsed, smirking.
Unfortunately, he then realised it was the wrong thing to say when TJ punched him in the face.
Cursing, Sam hit him back as hard as he could, and TJ stumbled back. All Sam could think was to get the men away from the car, otherwise Dean would kill him. TJ's friends joined in, and Sam managed to dodge a few punches and land some of his own, but then, he had unfortunately somehow got pushed against the wall, and TJ landed another punch on his cheek just as Sam heard Dean yell, "Sammy! Hey! Hey, you! Get the hell away from my brother!"
It was pretty obvious what happened next.
Dean was so enraged, he knocked the three guys out in a matter of minutes, paying particular attention to TJ's face before TJ managed to kick him back.
"I'll get you!" TJ yelled as he spat out blood. "Trust me, boy, I'll get you back for this!"
So Dean and Sam legged it back to the shop as TJ fell to the ground, hoping that the guys wouldn't follow them, or do something to the car.
However, Dean had been so angry, Sam wouldn't have been surprised if one of the guys had got a concussion after the severe beating Dean gave them.
And Sam, naturally, being the rebellious and hormone-fuelled teenager he was, was not thankful to Dean for helping him out, but he was so incredibly pissed off.
What the hell was it with Dean? And these people, all these people? No, it wasn't just the guy, there had probably been loads of guys checking his brother out, Sam just hadn't noticed, but it was all the girls and the women and all of Dean's popularity and coolness and it just pissed. Sam. Off.
"Look, Sammy," Dean said gently, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder, but Sam shrugged it off, accidentally elbowing the tall man standing behind him, looking at the products on the shelves.
"Sorry," Sam muttered, glancing at the man briefly and not having the energy to be freaked out about the weird way he was looking at Sam, or the tattoo of a blue snake on his cheek, and turned back to the shelf of food. "It's Sam," he hissed at Dean, and didn't take his eyes away from the can of baked beans that happened to be in his line of vision.
"Dude," Dean sounded annoyed, "what is bothering you? Why are you throwing a hissy fit just 'cause I helped you out back there?"
"I didn't need your help," Sam snapped.
"Oh, right, 'cause you were doing so well on your own, pinned to the wall, getting your face rearranged," Dean said sarcastically. "Dammit, Sam, what the fuck would have happened if I hadn't been there to save your ass?"
That was it. Sam was tired of Dean's shit. What the hell gave him the right to talk to Sam like that? It wasn't like Sam asked him to take care of him – no, not take care of him, suffocate him all the time. It wasn't like Sam asked him to tail him so closely no one else could ever talk to Sam out of school, it wasn't like Sam asked him to freak out Sam's friends and flirt with the girls he liked. No, no, it was all Dad's orders that Dean was following, sticking to Sam like a shadow.
Sam bet that if Dad hadn't given Dean orders to look after him, or if Dean hadn't even been there, Sam's life would be a whole lot better.
Sam looked at Dean and gave him the most caustic look he could.
He was just about to say something cruel when he suddenly caught sight of a familiar pretty girl with curly blonde hair standing behind Dean. Claire Hayworth, the prettiest girl in his year, and one that Sam had a really big crush on. He froze, his mouth hanging open, and Dean frowned.
"Dammit, Sam, what is with you? Why the hell are you being so-"
"Hi, Sam," a sugary voice interrupted him and Dean turned around to look at who had spoken.
"Hey, Claire," Sam replied. For once, his voice came out firm and smooth rather than tentative and nervous, due to his being so wound up by his stupid brother.
"How's it going?" Claire asked, although Sam saw her eyes flick to Dean, then to Sam, then back to Dean.
"Fine, thanks," Sam said tightly. The girl he liked was not checking out his brother. That would just be too harsh after what had just happened. "How are you?" he asked Claire.
"Sammy, aren't you gonna introduce us?" Dean's voice was suddenly low and smooth, and Sam glared at him.
"It's Sam," he hissed.
"Whatever," Dean said lazily, grinning at Claire.
Sam did not like the way that Dean was looking at Claire … it was the way that Dean usually looked at girls, with a grin on his face and his eyes on their breasts, and the flippant way Dean had just addressed him only served to incense him more.
And then Sam noticed that Claire was looking back at Dean, just as smitten.
Oh, no fucking way.
"Sorry, Claire," Sam said, not sounding sorry at all, and put a hand on his brother's arm, "we've gotta go." He wheeled them around and marched Dean to another aisle.
"See you at school, then!" Claire called behind him.
"For fuck's sake, Dean!" Sam hissed. "Can't you keep your cock in your pants for two seconds?" And why did all the girls Sam liked have to completely forget about his existence every time they met, or even saw, his brother? Life would just be so much easier if he didn't have Dean shadowing him all the time!
"Jeez, Sam, I was just being nice, no need to get your panties all in a twist!" Dean looked pissed off, probably because Sam had just deprived him of another one of his meaningless flings.
"God, why are you like this? Do you even know how annoying you are?" Sam spat.
Dean rolled his eyes, as if Sam was getting all worked up over nothing, and drawled, "No, and you're the only one who ever seems to complain about me, everyone else likes me just the way I am."
"Well, I don't!" Sam snarled. He could hear his heart pounding in his head and was sure he'd be getting a headache unless he somehow managed to calm down, but he didn't see how he could with Dean staring at him in that way.
There were a few moments of silence.
"Oh, come on, Sam," Dean said bad-temperedly, but couldn't look away from his brother's eyes. "Just stop PMS-ing, man!" When Sam replied with more silence, Dean rolled his eyes and grinned. "Look, I'll buy you a big bar of chocolate and some aspirin if you just quit with the hissy fit."
"You know what I wish, sometimes, Dean?" Sam said slowly, bitterly and made sure his brother could see the loathing in his eyes. His heart pounded in his head even harder.
Fucking stupid perfect cool amazing smart kickass big brother, Sam thought hostilely. What did he even know about anything?
Dean's eyes flicked behind Sam briefly before he focused completely on his brother. His green eyes widened slightly when he seemed to register the way his little brother was looking at him.
"What?" Dean asked. His voice was strangely raspy and Sam hoped his throat was dry.
"I wish that you weren't my brother," Sam hissed virulently, feeling a vindictive kind of pleasure at the hurt look that passed across his brother's face briefly, before it gave way to a look of … pain?
Dean fell to his knees, groaning, and looked up, his eyes full of confusion and hurt.
Sam gasped, "Dean!" and heard something sizzle suddenly behind him.
He turned around and saw the freaky-looking man with the snake tattoo on his face that he had elbowed in the previous aisle smile as his skin turned to flame.
"Oh, shit," Sam muttered.
Then he passed out.