He first noticed it when he was twelve. Sam Winchester was gay. At first it scared him. It took him two years to fully accept it. It was innocent at first, smiling shyly at a boy or blushing when an odvious fellow gay boy winked at him. But then he started turning much, well, like Dean. Now it was him starring at boys, or men`s, asses and smirking to himself when they turn around.
It still scared him at his age now, but most of all, it scared him about the boy he was crushing on, a same gender crush was bad enough, but it was his brother.
Dean Winchester, eighteen, graduate from highschool, normal everyday player in anyone else`s eyes. In Sam`s eyes, it was Dean Winchester, hero to all mankind, hero to Sam, a protective, loving, sacrificing big brother, or a fantasy possessive, dominant, growl-during-sex-making-you-shiver lover. How sick was that?
Oh, and then there`s Dad. The Dad. The Dad that raised him to be a killer, that would kill him if Sam told him he was gay. The Dad that would then send him to hell if he told him he was gay for his brother.
Yep. Sam`s screwed.