A/N: Hello all my gorgeous humans! This is my first Supernatural fic, so I hope I don't disappoint! Sorry for the short first chapter, perhaps if I get some nice reviews I'll add a longer chapter... The smut shall come, I promise! Thanks in advance for reading!
The second I walk through the door I know something's wrong. There's no sound coming from inside the motel room. Normally by this time Sammy would be making dinner or sitting in front of the tv doing homework. He's a junior now at yet another high school. I feel sorry for the poor boy, always with the homework… He doesn't even have time for girls. I quietly stalk through to the bedroom in the back, checking each room as I pass them. I silently open the door and my breath catches in my throat. I see Sam lying on the floor with a sticky red mess matted in his hair. I rush over to him, not even bothering to look around the room for the intruder. The only thought in my mind is Sam. I sink down next to him and pull his head into my lap. "Sammy?" My voice comes out rough. I can feel him breathing but it's faint. I notice a weird smell coming off of him and I sniff at the blood on his head. Suddenly Sam opens his eyes and grins at me.
"Wooooo~" he makes a bad ghost noise and crosses his eyes. I drop him disgustedly and stand up. Ketchup. I should have known.
"Hey Dean!" Sam stands up and touches his hair. "I totally got you, didn't I?" My mind is still freaking out from Sam's prank and I decide the safest course of action is anger.
"What the hell, Sammy? I thought you were hurt!" I shake my head and stalk out of the room. I'll get that kid back. The rational part of my brain is telling me that revenge is not the best option, that continuing the prank war will just exacerbate the problem. But I've never really been known to use my brain in situations like these. Or, let's be honest, ever. I think to myself, wondering what would scare little Sammy the most.
The rest of the evening passes in awkward silence. I'm not really mad anymore but it's helping with my plan. Sammy finally goes to bed after another hour of homework and I sit watching Doctor Sexy on tv (what? It's a bit of a hobby...) I wait until Sammy finally turns out his lights then I creep into his room. I made sure to have a couple beers beforehand so I don't lose my nerve and, looking back on it, I do admit that wasn't the smartest move. Anyways, I silently walk over to his bed on the balls of my feet, making sure he's asleep. I quickly jump onto the poor kid's bed, probably startling him awake. Before he can hit me, I grab his wrists and tie them to the headboard. I see Sam open his eyes and he begins struggling to get away. Before his eyes adjust to the dark, he's already calling out. "Dean!" He shouts. I feel pretty bad about terrifying him, but this is payback for everything. Putting chili powder on my pie was not cool. His eyes finally adjust and he recognizes me above him. He's obviously not fully awake yet because he blinks slowly and smiles.
"Well this is a new addition. You've never shown up with a rope before." He wraps his legs around my waist and I feel his hard erection brush against my thigh. I know this is the moment I should be freaking out and pushing him away and running like hell, but something holds me there. I'm interested in Sammy's reaction.
"It's me, Sammy." I say, wanting to see if Sam is just having trouble seeing or something.
"I know. I could recognize the feel of you anywhere." Okay, this is seriously starting to creep me out. I break Sam's hold on my waist and stumble back, flipping on the light switch. Sam finally blinks his eyes open fully and a horrified look appears on his face, probably mirroring mine.
"Oh my god, Dean, what were you doing?" He asks, looking up at his bound wrists.
"I should be asking you the same thing! What the hell was that, Sammy?!" I shout back. He looks at me and suddenly something dawns on him. I see his face turn bright red and he quickly shuts his mouth. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "Sorry, Dean. Could you at least untie me? I have a test tomorrow, I need to get some sleep." He tries to change the subject but I don't want to let him.
"Sammy? Answer my question, what's going on?" I walk towards him anyways and begin to untie his wrists.
"It's nothing." He quickly says. I can tell he's tired but I don't want to drop it.
"Sam, if something's wrong you gotta tell me, buddy." I reach to brush the hair away from his forehead but he shrinks away from my hand.
"Don't touch me!" He claps a hand over his mouth and I swear the boy is about to cry. "I'm sorry, Dean. Can you just... Leave?" I nod, standing up and backing away. I'm seriously worried about Sammy but I decide to let him sleep. Suddenly my prank isn't so funny. What could I have discovered? Sammy's not... No, that's just wrong. I shake my head. For some reason I can't get the feel of his legs wrapping around my waist out of my head and I fall asleep thinking about my kid brother in a way I shouldn't be thinking about any guy, let alone Sammy.
Sam's POV
Oh my god, Dean found out. What am I going to do? I know it's wrong. I know I'm a monster. Why do I have these feelings for my brother of all people? He's an asshole half the time and the other half he's drinking or sleeping with some other woman. Sam turned over in bed, keeping his eyes firmly shut against the dark. Maybe he hasn't figured it out yet. I'll just play it down. It's the only way. God I hate myself… Sam felt tears spring to his eyes as he tried to shut out the truth. He loved Dean in a horrible awful way and there was nothing he could do about it.
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