'Ello. So, this is basically a 100 Drabble Challenge, it's kind of Weecest, but leads to Wincest? It starts with Sam at age 15 and then up until around the time he leaves for Stanford, but his age bounces around. So I hope ya'll like it!
Sam's faced lots of things. Vampires, demons, werewolves, you name it, he's killed it. Nothing scares him anymore, nothing can knock him off guard. When you've done what Sam's done and gone through what he's gone through, it's just about next to impossible.
But this is different. This is new. Sometimes new is bad. Sam had always hated new, the new motel's, the new school's, the new bullies. But this was good. This was a good new, Sam loved this new. This was a new change that he would be more than happy to get used to.
The new changes consisted of the way Dean used to be so rough with Sam, not even thinking before nudging him teasingly or smacking him upside the head. But now he's so gentle with Sam, his little brother, his Sammy. Gentle caresses, gentle touches, gentle kisses.
The way Dean acted around Sam was different too. Before, Dean could care less really. He acted however he pleased, not caring what anyone thought, just home alone with Sam or out in public. But now he was proper, he smiled at Sam, doted on him when he did something he shouldn't have. He took care of him.
"Dean are you okay?" Sam finally asked one day.
"Of course. Never better, Sammy." Dean said, patting Sam on the shoulder. Sam felt the hesitation and noticed the way Dean barely brushed his shoulder.
"No. You're not. You're being weird around me."
Sam knew Dean better than anyone. He frowned, his stomach turning, feeling completely uneasy. Dean was bull shitting him and he didn't know why.
"No I'm not."
Sam liked the new's, but hated the new. He liked each individual factor, but hated the product.
"You're a completely new person." Sam mumbles past the lump in his throat.
Then there's a hand on the back of his neck, and his head's being tilted back, lips meeting his own. In this moment, everything's okay.