I'm broke so don't bother suing me for this.
Sam's know he prefers boys to girls his whole life, but he didn't understand the concept of 'gay' until he was 10. His father was sitting in a dusty old armchair, his lap and the floor around him decorated with empty beer cans and he was drunkenly ranting at the TV about the Armed Forces new policy of 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell'. He slurred and mumbled his words
"They're letting fags in the Army, Marines, they shouldn't let those freaks queer it up." When Sam, ever curious, asked his father what a 'fag' was John turned his head slowly and looked at Sam like he had forgot that his sons were in the room, forgot that he had sons at all before he answered, stumbling over his words
"They're men who like men 'stead of women," he continued as he turned back to the TV "and every last one of 'em's goin' to Hell."
Sam nodded his head and quietly said that he was going up to his and Dean's room to do his homework. John may not have noticed Sam's quivering upper lip but Dean did. Dean made a lame joke about having Sam help him with his homework, hoping it was enough to placate his near-unconscious father and quickly followed Sam to his room, where the door was locked tight and Dean could tell that Sam had pushed a towel into the gap between the door and the carpet to help muffle his sobs.
Dean gently knocked on Sam's door. Sam blew his nose and responded with a watery
"Go away."
Dean tired again, "Sammy, it's me, not him, please open up, I wanna talk to you." Sam told him to go away again but sounded much less resolute about it this time. For his little brother, Dean was not above begging "Please let me in Sammy. If nothing else I know you need a hug." Dean heard the door unlock but it didn't open. When he entered Sam's room he saw his little brother wrapped in a blanket, sitting on his bed with his knees to his chest, rocking as he sobbed. Dean came to sit on the bed beside him but Sam was quick to move away. He growled "Don't touch me" before starting to sob again. Dean was in agony, seeing how broken his brother was. He asked Sam gently
"Why don't you want me to touch you?" Sam's sobs quieted enough for Dean to hear his brother whisper "I don't want to get it on you." Dean moved to hug his brother again and this time Sam wasn't fast enough to get away.
"Sammy, believe me when I tell you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you."
"That's not what Dad said, he said I was a freak who was going to burn in Hell."
Dean didn't hesitate for even half a heartbeat before he told Sam firmly "Dad's wrong." Sam looked at his brother, whether his expression was shock or awe or fear that he was dreaming, neither of them knew. Dean always did everything their dad told him to do, instantly. He obeyed his father mindlessly, doing anything that was asked of him.
Dean saying that their father was wrong was just unnatural, like those 2 headed fetal pigs that Sam saw in that museum he loved to visit. There was just something inherently different about it, it was not normal, it went against everything Sam believed to be reality and again he was afraid that he was dreaming.
Sam had to clear his throat before he quietly asked his brother "What do you mean?"
Dean squeezed his little brother tighter as he said "There's nothing wrong with being gay. Dad just…doesn't know what he's talking about."
"So it's 'cause he's drunk?" Sam asked in a small voice. Dean smiled sadly at his brother.
"No, it's 'cause he's an idiot."
Sam laid his head on Dean's chest. "So I'm not going to Hell?"
"No," Dean assured him "You're not going to Hell."
"And there's nothing wrong with me?"
"Well," Dean said as a smile finally appeared on his face again, "You are kinda short and nerdy."
Sam playfully shoved Dean away from him and said happily, throwing a pillow at Dean, "Jerk!" Dean's smile grew wider as he easily caught the pillow and threw it at Sam, where it hit him in the stomach.
As Sam pretended to be mortally wounded Dean shook his head laughing, "Bitch." Before Dean left Sam to his homework (which Dean knew he actually planned to do, the little geek) he looked at his little brother, his smile faded but not entirely gone as he took Sam by the shoulders and told him firmly,
"There is nothing wrong with you, Sammy but if you need to talk about this, come to me, okay? Not Dad."
Sam quickly agreed.
It worked pretty well for a while, Sam talked to Dean when he needed advice about guys (turns out teenage boys have a lot more in common with teenage girls than Dean thought.) His advise was usually very helpful, although it was almost always "Lead with your brain, but follow your heart." (Dean could be downright sage-like when he got the chance.)
Like the title says, this story is discontinued but it doesn't have to stay that way. *cough* Review *cough*. Also, Misha Collins is awesome. And adorable!