Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But if I did this is how it would go.
Summary:
It's been two years since Sam Winchester left the love of his life to attend college at Stanford University. But a shadow from his past just might drag him back into the life he used to live. And the bed of a certain green eyed someone.
Warnings: M/M, wincest, PowerTop!Dean, Bottom!Sam, Rough sex, Established Relationship.
Chapter one:
Sam awoke to the blackness of night accompanied by the shallow sound of Jess' breathing while she slept peacefully snuggled up next to him. The street light shown through the window illuminating the room just enough to make out her slider frame, the TV, and the bedroom door which stood wide open. "Huh…I thought I had closed that", He thought to himself. Perhaps she had gotten a glass of water before coming to bed herself, leaving it open behind her before crawling into bed next to him. "But I was sure I had heard something."
It had been two years since Sam Winchester had left his old life to become a law student at Stanford University. All things considered about the way things went down before he left the only family he had ever known life was shaping up well. He was excelling in his classes, making friends, had a beautiful girlfriend. Jess had unknowingly helped him come a long way in burying old feelings about a certain green eyed someone. "No no no! Sam you will never go there again. Get it out of your head." As Sam shook his head and stood out of bed to creep to the bathroom where he could wash his face the sound of the fridge door closing came from the kitchen.
Sam crept to the door peering out into the hall. He moved silently towards the kitchen, feather light steps, cat like movement. Something that had been drilled into his head for years by an obsessive father. Just as he reached the kitchen his heart started to race. There by the fridge was the shadow of a man barely noticeable in the dim moon light coming through the curtains. "Wrong house bud" he thought to himself, pressing his back against the wall just at the edge of the hall.
As the intruder stepped by Sam sprung into action catching the man by the back, wrapping an arm around in an attempt to take him down with a choke hold. Unfortunately the man was fast and spun deflecting Sam's arm, placing his arms up to protect his face just before Sam slammed a fist at him. The man gripped Sam, then cold clocked him right in the face. Sam countered with a kick which again was blocked. Before Sam could launch another swing the man had him by the throat and slammed him to the floor.
The body that pressed into Sam pinning him to the floor was strangely familiar. There was the smell of cheap worn leather, even cheaper whiskey, and musky soap. It wasn't just the smells that Sam seemed to remember but the feel of the powerful legs between his own, the rock hard abs under his fingers, then the voice came. Holding the power to shatter everything Sam had built out of his life these past few months.
"Whoa, easy tiger." It came out relaxed, yet sensual at the same time, Sam's cheeks blushed slightly, his breath was heavy. He shifted slightly trying to hide his growing erection. "Dean?" in the moon light Sam saw the smile on Dean's face as he laughed in that oh so confident way. "You scared the crap out of me." Sam said, hoping the other man wasn't noticing how hard his erection was becoming. "That's cause you're out of practice." Said Dean as he ran a hand down Sam's stomach. "Get off me Dean, now." Sam thought he saw a look of pain before the confusion that settled on Dean's face just before he got up and extended a hand to Sam. Which was left hanging as Sam pulled himself up off the floor.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. "Well I was looking for a beer." Was the reply just as the light turned on and Jess stood in the doorway. "Sam…?" she said in a sleepy tone her eyes trying to adjust to the light. She was dressed in her underwear and a crop top, low cut t shirt. Sam looked beside him to see Dean staring at her. A jealousy swelling inside him, yet as much as he wished, it wasn't for her. "Dean this is Jessica, my girlfriend." Dean stared blankly into her. Only showing his displeased look for a split second, replacing it with a playboy smile. "Your brother Dean?" she asked as Sam's older brother walked towards her. "Hey if you don't mind I need to borrow your…boyfriend for a minute. Family business to talk about. But hey it was nice meeting you." he gave a wink at the end of his sentence. Sam feeling the need to space himself from Dean moved to stand beside Jess. He placed an arm around her waist as if you say yes I have a girlfriend. "No, anything you need to say to me you can say in front of her." Dean rolled his eyes, giving a sigh. "Ok." The look he now gave Sam was stern, all business.
"Dad's not been home for a few days." Sam gave a smirk. "So he's passed out drunk some where he will stumble in eventually." Dean returned the smirk. "Dad's on a hunting trip…and he hasn't been home in a few days." Sam's smirk turned to a slightly fear fueled shock." Jess please excuse us." Sam grabbed his brother by the arm and walked out the door without another word said. Jess was left inside, the room quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
The boys stood outside next to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala that once belonged to John Winchester. Their father, a man of normal height, average weight, black hair. A man that Sam wanted to see again like he wanted a bullet in the head. Dean had no idea the events that happened between Sam and John the day that Sam disappeared from Dean's life with no goodbye. The events that Sam would keep secret from his older brother until the day he died.
John stumbled into the abandoned house he had left his sons in days before to chase a lead about a werewolf taking girls from a local bar. After realizing it was a dead end he got drunk and went home with the slutty bartender and ended up at her place for a week. He shut the door behind him and walked to the counter and placed his shopping bag down pulling out a six pack of beer and popping the cap off he took it to the head, chugging the whole thing down. A noise seemed to be coming from the master bedroom that was meant for him to sleep in just down the hall.
John stumbled down the hall to find the door cracked he peeked through the small space and what he saw almost made him vomit a weeks worth of alcohol out of his system. His oldest son Dean was on top of Sam, cock buried balls deep into his youngest. Sam was face down moaning loudly like a cat in heat into a pillow. Dean's large hands gripping Sam's ass tight enough that hand print shaped bruises would be left for sure. Dean was leaned over his lover edging him closer to climax with the words spoken into his ear. "Oh god baby boy you feel so good. Gonna make you cum so hard for me." Dean pulled out to the tip and slammed back into Sam over and over again."Fuck Sammy you're so tight." Sam gripped the pillow tighter, biting his lower lip, whining each time Dean would almost fully pull out. Then letting out moans that were more like screams each time Dean would slam back into him.
"Yeah baby boy that's it scream for big brother to make you cum." Sam begged for it, "Please De. Please let me cum. I can't take much more." And Dean being the loving brother he was, granted Sam's wish he pulled out just long enough to flip Sam over, wrapping one of Sam's legs around his waist laying the other over his shoulder and was buried back inside Sam in one swift motion. Dean pounded into his little brother as Sam dug his nails into Dean's back running them down drawing blood. The older man hissed in pain and let out a loud grunt, but it only seemed to make him more focused on his goal.
Dean arched Sam's hips under him just enough to allow him access to that sweet spot inside Sam and as his thrusts grazed it Sam lost it. Moaning almost like a girl he spilled his seed all over his older brother's stomach. Still clawing at deans back. The blood from his nail marks dripping onto the sheets. The sight of Sam throwing his head back in pleasure mixed with the feel of wet warmth hitting his stomach must have been to much for Dean. He let out a loud deep moan of his own, gave a few more deep hard thrusts and collapsed on top of Sam. The two of them panting like animals.
John stumbled his way back into the kitchen returning to his beers. He heard the shower turn on moments before Sam walked into the room wearing some old jeans with holes in the knees, sweat dripping from his hair. When he noticed John standing there sipping his beer Sam turned white as a ghost. "Dad…when did you get here…?" John pointed to the front door and quietly said, "Outside now." Sam pulled the shirt in his hand over his chest and walked out the door followed by a beer fueled furious John. No sooner than Sam had walked down the step of the front porch did John chose to punch his youngest in the jaw, causing Sam to stagger back a bit. "How fucking dare you Sam! Let your brother ride you like a cheap whore!"
Sam pleaded with his father, "Please Dad don't blame Dean it's not his fault." John's fury was pouring out of him. "Sammy that boys a sexual deviant. Bringing back woman after woman home when he was supposed to be caring for you while I worked." Sam continued, " No Dad it's not his fault! I started this! Please don't punish Dean. He refused me at first but I drove him to this. It's my fault." John slammed the beer bottle down on the ground. "Damn it Sammy you're going to drag your brother into hell with you! I knew you were a fucking faggot, there's never been hope for you. But Dean wasn't like you! What have you done?"
Sam hung his head in shame as John continued. "You're not my son, get the fuck out of here and never come back. Never speak to your brother again. I want you gone by the time I get back." John walked to his truck, speeding off to get more beer.
He waited until John's truck was out of sight to walk back inside. Dean called from the bedroom for him. "Sammy I need you to treat these cuts on my back." Sam rubbed the tears from his face, walking into the room to see Dean sitting on the bed, wet from his shower, towel around his waist with blood dripping from his back. "Baby boy you did a number this time." Sam pulled a gauze wrap out of the first aid kit in his duffel bag and wrapped Dean's back to stop the bleeding. Dean stood letting the towel hit the floor then pulled a pair of boxer briefs out of his bag. Putting them on he laid on the blood stained sheets and patted the bed next to him. "Come lay with me." Sam laid down next to his brother until he heard soft breathing next to him signaling that Dean was fast asleep. He stood up put his shoes on, packed his duffel bag and left, never to see or speak to his lover again.
Sam sighed and leaned against the impala, "Dean you can't just expect me to leave with you in the middle of the night. You can do this by your self." Dean looked Sam dead in the eye. A look that held a touch of longing mixed with anger. "Yeah but I don't wanna." Sam sighed, "What was he hunting?" Dean popped the trunk of the impala and pulled out a voice recorder and a map. "People have gone missing down this same stretch of road for months. The count keeps climbing. Then I got this message." Dean pressed play and a barely audible message from John played. "There's EVP on that." said Sam. The eldest Winchester gave his trademark sensual smirk and said, "There you go Sammy, Just like riding a bike." He wanted a smile what he got instead was a short forceful, "It's Sam."
Dean replayed the message slowed down and the voice in the back ground gave an eerie whisper. "I can never go home again." Sam looked at his brother, gave an aggravated grunt and said, "Alright I'll go with you but I have to be back before Monday. I have an interview." Dean was instantly excited. "Get your stuff. Me and Baby will be waiting here for you. And remember driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole" Thirty minutes later they were on the interstate headed god knows where, it didn't matter. Over the loud speakers blaring ACDC's highway to hell nothing could be heard. Especially not the inner screaming of Sam 's fear of being alone with the only person he had ever been in love with. Dean was rocking out hard singing along. Sam smiled and snuck a glance at Dean. His eyes were on the road one hand on the wheel the other drumming on the dash. He looked every bit as handsome as Sam remembered. He had been in love with this beautiful man since he could remember.
Dean would bring home girls and fuck them in the bathroom of the cheap motels John had paid for with stolen credit cards or cash. Sam would hide at first but around 16 years of age he started to imagine he was the girls. On his seventeenth birthday he worked up the courage to lay a sloppy kiss on Dean. Which earned him a black eye.
When Dean had come to apologize for the punch Sam had kissed him again and dean told him they were to old to show love that way. Dean gave his brother a tight long hug. "See Sammy, that's better. We're men now." It was a few months before he tried anything again. One night Dean had brought a girl home and started fucking her on the bed when he noticed Sam watching from the bathroom with his hand down his pants. Dean had smiled at his brother, licked his lips and slapped the girls ass. Saying horribly filthy things to her as he fucked her from behind. Never once breaking eye contact until Sam came in his pants.
After Dean had sent the skank home he opened the bathroom door. "Enjoy the show Sammy…what's wrong?" Sam was sitting in the floor crying. Dean leaned down and tilted his brothers face up to look at him. "Why would you do that to me Dean? You never once looked away from me the whole time." The things Dean had said ran thought his head. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk when I'm done." followed by "yeah that's right babe I want you to swallow this cum when I'm done with you. Every single drop. Don't waste any." Sam only started to cry harder as he remembered the lines Dean had gave. The older brother leaned down and tried to take Sam into his arms but was shoved away. "Which of us were you talking to Dean? Me or her?"
Dean didn't have the guts to tell him at the time that he was saying the things he wanted to do to Sam. How could he it was so wrong, they were brothers. Blood related, it was wrong and he knew it. So instead of being honest he lashed out. "You're the one that jerked off to it you little perv. Get the fuck out I need to wash my dick and I don't want you staring at it the whole time." And that's the way it would go Sam would cry and Dean would bully him out of shame. Until one day Dean came home without a girl. Sam was on the bed jerking off and Dean just sat on the other bed next to him. Sam pulled his hand out of his pants embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
"Come here." Sam did as he was told not sure if Dean was going to have a talk with him or hit him. "Stand up." Again Sam did as he was told coming to stand in front of his big brother. "Take your pants off." Sam blushed, "Dean…I." Dean wore a devilish grin. "Do what I say." Sam did as he was told now standing in front of his brother in only a tshirt. "You're not wearing underwear?" Dean asked. His reply was a deeper blush. Dean raised his foot and touched the toe of his boot to the tip of Sam's dick. Sam gasped, "Dean?" If it were at all possible Dean's grin grew even more wicked. "Shh…isn't this what you want? Now fuck my boot Sammy." Sam started ever so timidly to thrust his hips so that his dick was sliding against the bottom of deans boot. This went on a few minutes, Sam's breathing growing heavy and unsteady. Until cum shot out of the tip onto Dean's boot. They both stayed still embarrassed and unsure of what just happened.
Sam's eyes shifted down first out of shame but what he noticed next caused him to bite his lip. Dean's gaze also shifted down to his own crotch, and the large bulge in his pants causing the tight fabric to strain against the need of its release. He reached down and started rubbing himself through his jeans. "Sammy do you like what you see?" Sam met his eyes, a look of desire mixed with uncertainty. Was Dean serious? "Come, get on your knees and show big brother how much you appreciate getting to cum on my boot." A hand extended out to Sam which he took without hesitation. Dean watched as Sam fell to his knees in front of him watching Dean use his free hand to undo his belt, the button on his pants, and finally the zipper. "Go on, reach in there and pull it out." Sam released Dean's hand and fumbled to pull his boxers down pulling out Dean's length. Dean shifted to push his jeans and boxers down just enough to completely free his impressive cock, then placed a hand in Sam's hair, the other using his finger to trace the shape of Sam's lips.
"I'll help you Sammy go on, put it in your mouth." Sam did as he was told, he opened his mouth wide and placed his lips around the head. " Ah fuck baby boy your mouth is so damn hot…and wet. That's it now up and down, go slow at first, cover your teeth." In the end it didn't go well Sam couldn't figure out how to cover his teeth properly so Dean just made him hold his mouth open while he jerked off against his baby brothers bottom lip. Dean came on Sam's face, then took him to the bathroom to clean him up.
They didn't speak about it again for months. Sam's eighteenth birthday had come and gone. Dean hadn't brought another girl home, Sam hadn't tried to start anything with Dean again out of fear that he wasn't good at it.
Sam's thoughts had brought on another erection as he sat in the passenger seat of the impala. Highway to hell ended and dean reached down to turn off the radio. Or so Sam thought, as the next track started Dean's hand came to rest on Sam's leg. He wanted nothing more than to let it rest there. Instead he swatted it away, "Dude, what are you doing?" Dean's expression grew angry as he pulled into a motel off the side of the road, parked, and got out slamming the door behind him, walking off to the office to get a room. He came back and shock a room key at Sam. "Get your shit and come on." Sam grabbed his bag from the back seat and walked to the room with Dean.
Sam gave a sigh of relief when the door opened to two queen size beds. "Yeah I thought you wouldn't want one like we used to get. Since you know…you went out and got a girlfriend." Sam ignored his brothers angry comments and walked to his bed of choice and started making himself at home. "Whatever man I'm grabbing a shower." Dean stormed off towards the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him. Sam sat at the small table next to the window with his laptop, fully intent on researching the people missing from this stretch of highway.
When Dean emerged from the shower he was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Sam had failed to notice until now that in his anger the older Winchester had forgot his clothes. As Dean walked past Sam into the lamp light to get his basketball shorts out of his own bag his back was turned to him. Sam stole a glance at Dean that turned into a full on stare. His back…from the top of his shoulders to the bottom of his waist line bore ten thin scars. Sam wasn't the only one who carried the scars of the last day they were lovers. Dean glanced over his shoulder, shit! Sam was caught.
Dean gave that devilish grin and said, "Don't worry dude, the chicks love it." He dropped the towel and pulled his shorts on. Turning to look at his brother who looked like an angry bull about to charge. "Whoever she was she must have been wild." Sam spat as he turned back to his computer, refusing to admit he knew he was the one to scar his brothers back while in the grip of passion. Dean rose from the bed, pulled Sam up by the collar of his shirt throwing him down on the bed. Before he could protest Dean was on him placing himself between Sam's legs, lips pressed against his ear. "You were wild when you cried out beneath me." Sam bit his lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. Dean ran a hand from Sam's stomach up his chest and traced his lips with his finger tip. "Why'd you leave me Sammy? Why'd you replace me with that pretty little toy you call Jess? Wasn't I good to you?" Sam pushed Dean off him, sitting up on the bed. But his attempt only brought deans naked stomach in front of him with a huge bulge tenting the shorts. Sam tried to look anywhere but at deans erection is front of him. "Dean stop fooling around." Dean's hand forced Sam to look up at him. "Who's fooling around?" Sam stood, he had grown over the past two years and now stood much taller than Dean. "Stop it man, I have a girlfriend." He pushed past Dean and fell onto his own bed. Dean crawled under the covers of his bed still staring at the ceiling long after Sam was 's thoughts drifted to the first time they made love.
Sam was eighteen which meant that Dean himself was twenty-two. They had gone on a hunt with Dad who had left them in the impala to sleep over night, while he drank himself to a coma god knows where. Sam had complained he was cold so he could get Dean in the backseat with him. Sam now was in Dean's lap one leg on either side of his hips, with his mouth sucking on Dean's earlobe. Dean pressed his fingertips into Sam's hips as a low moan escaped between his lips. "Sammy, what are you doing?" Sam whispered into Dean's ear. "Come on De. I'm tired of waiting. I want more." Since the night they had first fooled around Dean had opened up to his brother in the past few months. They had started just making out, jerking each other off, but Sam was growing impatient for more so Dean had bought them some lube and had started the process of getting Sam ready for sex.
"You're so pushy Sammy. I'm not sure if you're ready." Sam kissed his brother, sliding his tongue past his lips. Dean responded back by deepening the kiss. "De, please need you so badly." Sam went back to working on Dean's ear. Licking down to his neck and grazing it with his teeth. Sam that boy, he knew that was Dean's weak spot. Dean undid his belt, then pants, and pushed them down to his knees where Sam helped him slide them the rest of the way off. Sam had already stripped naked in the hopes that it would more easily seduce Dean. It had. Dean set his little brother down on the seat and picked him up under the knees spreading his legs open. "Hold them apart for me baby boy." Sam placed his hands to hold his legs open as Dean slicked up a few fingers with lube from the bottle they kept in a duffel bag. Dean slid two fingers in to his brother all the way and started to move gently. Sam whined for more so Dean started to press in the third. Sam hissed a little but still begged for more. Once he had all three in and could move them with ease he pulled out leaving Sam whimpering for Dean to fill him again.
Dean always pleases his Sammy. He slicked his length with the lube and pulled Sam over straddling his lap again. He pressed the tip against Sam's hole. "You ready baby boy?" Sam nodded his head, giving a begging look. Dean pushed slowly past the first ring of muscle until the head was in. Sam's eyes grew wide letting out a weak pained sound. Dean froze, "Sammy are you ok? We can stop." Sam shook his head, "No De please…need you." Dean kissed Sam's neck and pushed just a bit further in. Slowly, stopping as Sam needed him to, until he was in to the hilt. When Sam relaxed he began to move. Sliding slowly, so painfully slowly in then out again as Sam became used to the feeling.
Dean licked Sam's neck as he started gaining a rhythm. Holding Sam's hips and moving him up and down onto him. Sam moaned and gasped as Dean worked him. His hand running through deans hair. Once Dean felt that Sam was well adjusted he stopped moving Sam on his own and looked up into his baby brothers eyes. "Ride me Sammy, Ride your big brother." Sam moved his hips up and down, back and forth, making circular motions, as he gripped the back of the car seat behind Dean for support. Dean used this moment to reach down and start to stroke Sam's erection. Sam gave out a cry of pleasure at the feel of his brother surrounding him. He could feel Dean's breath hot on his neck, their bodies pressed together, Dean thick and hot inside him. One hand on Sam's hip, the other around his cock. Dean gave low deep moans to match Sam's desperate ones. The stimulation was to much. He shuddered, cumming in deans hand, onto their stomachs. He sank down onto Dean, to exhausted to ride his stallion anymore. "De want you to cum too." Dean shifted them in the seat laying his not yet so tall Sammy down onto the seat wrapping his legs around him, thrusting gently, slowly, loving his Sammy.
He wouldn't fuck his brother, not yet. Not like the girls he used to bring home. His Sammy was special, and Dean would treat him that way. He wouldn't fuck him hard until Sam asked for it. He slowly made love to his brother who whimpered and moaned sweetly under him. Softly bucking his hips to meet Dean's. Soon enough the sound of Sam's voice brought Dean to the edge. "Sammy move your legs gotta pull out gonna cum." Sam's legs around Dean's hips gripped tighter. "Don't you dare. De, want you to cum inside me." Those words were the end of Dean, he moaned loudly and shivered, locking lips with Sam as his seed spill out inside the hot wetness of Sam. He pulled out, flipped them so that Sam lay on top of him. Both breathing heavy.
The car windows were completely fogged , the smell of sweat and sex in the air. Dean's cum dripped out of Sam, down Dean's leg, onto the seat. Dean didn't give one fuck in that moment if Dad came back and found them. He had his Sam, everything was perfect. He reached into the floor board, pulled the blanket Sam had been using before over them and drifted to sleep.
Dean had moved from the bed to the bathroom of the motel. His memories of their first time combined with pushing Sam down onto the bed earlier had left him with blue balls that wouldn't go away. He stood there his own cum in his hand, cock softening. Looking into the mirror, hating who he saw looking back at him. Whatever he had done to make Sam leave was on him. He needed to leave him alone. His brother had a life, a girlfriend. They would find Dad, and he would take Sam home and walk out of his life again. Tomorrow they would investigate around the near by town. Dean promised he would resist the temptation that was Sam. He'd done it before when they were younger, he could do it now.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. There will be more chapters soon. Please read and review.
Kyna.