Pairing : Sam/Dean
Rating : NC-17
Spoilers: seasons 5 & 6
Other characters: Lisa at the beginning. Meg, Bobby and Castiel make an appearance.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Schmoop, First time
Warnings & Kinks: Hurt!Sam, Powers!Sam, Stalker!Sam, Jealous!Sam, Bottom!Sammy & Use of endearments.
Disclaimer : Not mine.
Author's note: Mille mercis to the lovely genevieve-1 for the beta work! Huge thanks to the amazing smut_slut for the banner!
Summary: He's back. Many things have changed, but the most important hasn't. He wants his brother by his side, and after a hundred forty years and five months without him, he will stop at nothing to get him back. They will let him go without a fight if they know what's good for them; because a suburban mom and her teenage son do not have a prayer against the former host of Satan himself.
CHAPTER I: SMILE FOR ME, BROTHER
PART I: A LITTLE MORE GUSTO
He looked tired. He hadn't smiled since he had sat at the table. He was eating slowly.
"A little more gusto!"
He smiled sadly as he remembered his brother's words. He used to eat with gusto; happy glutton stuffing his face with bacon cheeseburgers, candy bars, banana splits, and pie.
It had been close to a year in earth time. Had he been like this since his death? He was supposed to be happy; with her; with them! Only, he had yet to see him give a hint of a smile, a real one; not this forced grin that barely made the corners of his eyes crinkle.
"Why aren't you happy, Dean?"
When he was falling into that hole at Stull Cemetery, his last thought was that his brother was finally going to enjoy the apple pie life; a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, a safe, boring job, barbeques with the neighbors, a kid who looked up to him, and a loving woman to share it all with. That's why he had sent him to Lisa and had made him promise he would stay there.
"I need you to be happy…"
The rain was coming down heavily. He did nothing to cover himself. He was used to standing outside in the cold, his hair beaten by the wind while water seeped into his clothes.
He took one step back, then another. Every night, he played this sad little game with himself. He was afraid that, if he left too soon or even turned his head, he would miss it; but so far, he had never come close to winning his prize.
"Smile for me." Please Dean. So I can let you go; so I can stop coming here.
Like all the other nights, his brother didn't hear him. It had been two months.
Tomorrow.
Raindrops streamed down his face as he walked away from the Braeden-Winchester household. He wished they were tears. He hadn't cried in a hundred forty years and five months. He had lost that ability in the pit, when Lucifer had taken back control of his body.
After years of enduring relentless mental and physical torture without ever being allowed to shout, cry, or utter a single word, he felt like a rabid dog unable to bark. But he was able to bite, and he possessed the power to tear into flesh with just one thought. If people knew how dangerous he was, they would change sidewalks to avoid bumping into him.
The only person he could never hurt was Dean, because, in spite of the decades the Beast of Evil had spent gnawing at every bit of humanity he had, it had failed to make a dent in the love Sam felt for his older brother.
Part II – For The Drive And The Pizza
