It was Dean's 18th birthday. Normal 18 years would be getting intoxicated and having fun. Instead Dean sits quietly staring at a wall, which the wall paper has started to peel off. There was a loud noise in the background, John Winchester was drinking Jack Daniels while watching the baseball game.
The kitchen light shined through the door frame and Dean could till his 14 year old brother Sammy was hard at work, trying to produce supper and a cake for Dean. Dean could smile the vanilla cake batter, Sam was whipping up, and Dean blushed.
'Man that kid does so much for me, and pays attention to so much detail.' Dean thought and decided to go to his room.
Once inside his room, Dean closed the door. He walked over to his night stand and picked up a picture, and gazed at it. Tears dwelled in his eyes. His mother died in a car accident when Dean was 4 and Sammy was just a few months old.
For years John did an okay job with the boys, but eventually he got stressed, and resorted to excessive drinking. He was angry at Dean and Sam for living instead of Mary, his wife. The anger started with rude words, to shoves, and then it violent hitting and beatings.
Sam, and Dean never really did school, they never had the chance once Sam turned 10. At 14 Dean grew up and got 2 jobs to make sure, that he and his brother got food, water, and bills were paid. John worked and any money made was put towards his next binge.
Suddenly there was a big crash of random kitchen pans and then some anger yelling, followed by a slap. Dean ran out of his room to find out what happened.
Turning the corner, Dean saw his father raise his hand to Sam and hit him with so much force, it knocked Sam off his feet. There was a smashed glass bowl on the floor and some of the utensils Sam had used. Dean ran in as his father closed in to hit Sam again.
Sam tensed for the hit, and his father released his hand, then there was a set of warm hands blocking Sammy from the danger. Sam realized that Dean had taken the blow to the back, and was protect his little brother.
"Dean, boy… Get the fuck outta my way." John slurred and commanded Dean.
"Dad you need to stop your drinking! You are breaking this family apart! Stop hitting Sam and me." Dean shot back to John with a calm stare. "Mom wouldn't have wanted to you to do thi-"
Dean was cut off with a punch to the jaw. "You wouldn't know what your mother wanted boy. Take the fag of a brother and go to your rooms." John spat, stumbling back to his chair and Jack Daniels.
Dean recovered from the punch and spun around squatting next to Sam, accessing the damage his father inflicted. Sam had a few bruises and cuts. This attack wasn't as bad. Dean kissed his brother cheek with a calming face, and helped him up.
Sam looked around and grabbed his oven mitts, then opened the oven. He checks on the cake and then went to the pantry. He grabbed the can of icing and grabs a butter knife. Dean holds out his hands to help and Sam passes him 2 plates with Kraft dinner on them and 2 sets of forks. Then places the icing on the table and grabs the finished cake from the oven.
Grabbing a couple more things the two left the kitchen and went to Sam's room. They placed their meal on Sam's office table and then started eating quietly.
"Dean how much longer till we go? I can stand this any longer." Sam whispered tearing up.
"Sammy, calm down, tonight is the night. I know dad's low on alcohol and he'll stumble down to the bar in about 30 minutes. Then we have about 2 hours to pack and leave." Dean replied, reassuring his brother.
"Packing? What are we taking with us?" Sam asked curiously.
"The Impala. Dad gave it to me, and I have an extra set of keys made for you when you turn 16." Dean answered Sam with a smile. "I have thought this out, we will be fine."
With the little conversation Sam felt better, and finished his Kraft dinner. Licking his plate clean he saw Dean was done already. Dean and Sammy slathered the cake in French vanilla icing and Dean sliced the cake into small proportions. Sam offered one piece to Dean politely and Dean accepted it.
Slipping the fluffy cake into his mouth, Dean smiled and tears dwelled in his eyes. He finished his piece of cake with 2 more bites. "Mmmm Sammy, that's so amazing baking you did. You're such a good cook." Dean praised Sam, and ruffled his long brown hair.
There were footsteps wondering the house and a slam of the front door. Dean jumped up and ran to look if his dad was gone.
"Sam, there are bags in the attic grab them." Dean told him, and ran off in a different direction.
Sam crawled up the ladder and tossed down 3 bags for clothing and other stuff. Closing the attic and grabbing a bag, Sam ran into his room. Gathering 5 sets of clothing and anything that was important to him.
Dean peaked his head in. "I need you to make 5 days worth of food. Getting to Buellton will take 5 day at the most." Dean asked Sammy and then told Sam. "Leave you bag at the back door if it is full."
Dean left Sammy and went to pack his clothes. He grabbed a few pictures, and some other possessions he had. Then he stripped his sheets. Throwing the bedding into a garbage bag, and tying it up. Going into the washroom Dean grabbed Sam's and his toiletries and a couple towels. He returned to the back door.
Bursting outside Dean opened the trunk of the Impala and started packing Sam's and his bags and stuff. Sam slid the cooler out the back door. And then ran to his dad's room and started looking for money, and things they could use.
Dean rummaged through his father's truck and got 75 dollars in bills and lose change. Sam returned 50 dollars and some random amount of change. They pooled the money into the Impala, and then returned into the house. They went over there list of thing they needed, and then they stood still for a minute.
"So this life ends here Sammy, a harder one is ahead of us though. I love you, and don't forget it." Dean stated while starring his brother in his eyes. "Go grab our pillows and we're leaving."
Sam went to get the pillows and took them to the Impala. Dean followed him closing and locking the back door. Dean and Sam slid into the Impala, and Dean looked over to Sammy.
"Sammy… never mind." Dean back off from what he was about to tell Sam.
Sam stared with curiosity, and then Dean started the engine of the Impala. Switching it into gear Dean pulled out of the short driveway, of what used to be a home. Driving down the main road out Dean smiled as he left his old life behind and was starting his new one with his little brother, the way it should have been.
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Sam was asleep while Dean was driving, he finally hit the interstate. He was about 4 hours from Colorado. The nice humming sound of the Impala made Dean feel comforted knowing that Sam didn't have to live in fear of his father. And with that Dean smiled happily. Then his cell phone rang.
Picked it up and looking at who called him, it was his father. Dean answered the call.
"Hello?" Dean said calmly.
"Where the hell are you boy, my house is a mess, your missin' and that brother of yours is too! You bedrooms are bare and where's the Impala?" John yelled.
"John, listen hear. You have no children anymore. We left. I will keep Sammy safe and the Impala is mine now so why does it matter?" Dean said seriously.
"You know what boy. Good on you. But don't come crawling back to my place when shit isn't right with your dream plan. You have no money and or a house to live in. Foolish kid." John mocked Dean.
"I called Bobby and told him what you were doing, so he rented me an apartment where I am going, and I have a thousand dollars saved and a good job when I arrive. I have planned this with Sam since you first raised you hand to hit him." Dean shot back with pride in his voice.
"Hmm, well then, have fun. But like I said don't come crawling back." John slurred.
"Don't worry John you'll never see us again, good luck without us." Dean said and clicked end on his phone.
He placed the phone down and Sam placed his hand on Dean's. "Who was that?" Sam asked yawning.
"That was a man named John Winchester." Dean answered Sam "And he doesn't care we left. I thought he might have cared, but he really never gave one damn about us. Sammy our new life is only going to get better. I promise!"
Sam nodded his head and looked at the time, it was 3:12 in the morning and Dean was slightly tired. Sam adjusted himself in the chair and looked around. "Are we in Colorado yet? He asked his brother.
"In 3 hours." Dean answered "Go back to sleep, you are going too cooped out in this car the long time."
Sam sighed and fell back asleep within minutes of closing his eyes. Seeing his brother snuggled into a ball of warmth and safety, made Dean relax and feel better. Speeding up a bit, the Impala roared down the interstate.
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It took 4 days to reach California, Sam was well rested and enjoying some music from the radio. It was around noon, and Sam was hungry. So he grabbed 2 sandwiches and 1 juice box. Passing a sandwich to Dean, who inspected the food being passed over to him, Sam took a bite of his sandwich. Dean shrugged his shoulders and ripped open the baggie, then pulling out a half of the sandwich. Taking a bite of the ham sandwich Sam prepared 4 days ago Dean was happy it tasted great.
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They were an hour outside of Buellton, coming up highway 101. Sam had been sleeping for 7 hours, and Dean felt that Sam should be awake for entering his new home. Poking Sammy gently and then finally Sam woke up.
"What's up Dean?" Sam asked tensed.
"I wanted you to see us enter our new home, it should be good for you." Dean hoped. "Uncle Bobby is waiting at our new place. He had 2 sets of keys ready and stocked it with food and furniture."
"That is nice of him, isn't it?" Sam asked.
"It is generous of him to help us like this, but he has done even more." Dean answered. "Wait and see."
The Impala zoomed into town slowing down a bunch. Sam had taken newly found interest into the new town. See his brothers excitement made Dean happier than he was before. They saw some motels, and restaurants, a corner store, and some nice houses. They spotted Bobby's car. Pulling into the parking lot, and exiting the Impala the brother looked suddenly nervous.
Grabbing their bags and the cooler, they trekked up the stairs and into a hallway. They walked around the corner and found their apartment number 96. Dean knocked lightly not trying to startle his Uncle. Footsteps got closer to the door, and it opened and their Uncle Bobby popped out of the door.
"Hey there Dean, and Sam, boy you've grown. Taller than Dean now." Bobby observed, while hugging the brothers.
"Yeah Uncle Bobby, he is like a weed, but a good one." Dean chuckled.
Bobby invited them into their home and took them for a tour. He brought them to their recently renovated kitchen, which Sam took great interest in. Then brought them to their bedroom, Bobby had put both beds in one of the rooms so that the other room can be for eating, research, school work, and training. Their main Master bathroom was attached to their room, and it was really nicely done up.
Bobby brought them back to the living room. "Mmkay. I have some tasks I got to go do, so I'll leave you to unpacking and getting familiar with your apartment, I'll be by later." Bobby said while hugging the boys good-bye and then he left.
"This place is awesome!" Dean exclaimed and went to unpack the bag of his clothing, but brought his brothers bag to the room.
"Yes I must say so. And I could cook up a storm in this kitchen." Sam said peering into the pantries and cupboards.
"Sammy, no cooking yet, come put your clothes away." Dean said. "And I want to get you enrolled into the nearest school soon, plus get you a job."
"I actually want to go to school, and if I get a job, it want to be a chef." Sam said without hesitation.
"Well let's get used to sleeping here and get you into a school first." Dean replied to Sam.
"You hungry hun?" Sam asked Dean, who jumped when Sammy called him hun.
"Um I wouldn't mind a sandwich, thanks Sammy!" Dean replied not looking directly at Sam so he didn't see the blush that was streaked across his face.
Dean walked off to the washroom and cupped water into his hands and splashed it into his face. 'Why do I like Sammy, I need him, and this isn't going to be good.' Dean looked up and breathed. Regaining his brotherly composure he left the washroom and return to the living room.
Entering the living room Dean smelled some nice sandwiches and soup and then stumbled into the kitchen. Seeing a platter of sandwiches and vegetable soup in 2 bowls. Sammy smiled at Dean and invites him to the table for dinner. Dean followed him with the platter of sandwiches.
The brother sat at the table quiet and happy, but Sammy seemed to be in a different world. He just starred at Dean while he ate. Didn't take his eye off of Dean once, and it sent shiver up and down Dean's spine.
"Dean, have you ever had a forbidden love?" Sam asked out of nowhere, and his head jerked down not looking at Dean.
"Yes, I have. Why do you ask?" Dean answers his brother, not looking up either.
"No reason, it I think the forbidden love stuff is a bunch of bull shit, if you ask me." Sam told Dean and raised his head slightly blushing.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't but I think if it is forbidden it probably shouldn't happen." Dean informed Sam uneasily glancing at Sam and noticed his cute light red blush.
"Maybe it should but if it were to feel so right would it be okay?" Sam pressed forward, trying to get some idea of whether his feelings were okay or not. 'I need to know soon, I don't think I can resist you anymore.'
"Uh, I don't see why it wouldn't be alright." Dean said worrying about what Sam was getting at.
Dean finish his bowl of soup and slid the bowl to the side, slowly starting on the sandwiches, Sam wasn't far behind. The two exchanged glances and were quiet. Dean stood up reaching for the bowls to bring them to the kitchen, was interrupted when Sammy grabbed them and was in the kitchen already. Dean blinked and finished the last sandwich, then brought the plate to the sink.
Sam had the water running and was scrubbing at the bowls and not paying attention to anything. Dean slid close to him and brushed against Sam's leg and placed the platter over on the other side of Sam. Then leaving Sam, Dean went to the couch, and flicked the television on.
Sam sneaked into the living room, and sat on the other side of Dean. He wanted to confront his brother about his feelings but was afraid of rejection, and the uncomfortable feeling afterwards. He just sighed loudly and watched TV too.
"Sammy, what is wrong?" Dean asked gently not trying to prod at whatever was troubling his brother.
"I can't say Dean, not yet anyways." Sam answered as politely as he could, and focused on how to go on about his feelings.
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Around 12 am Dean was snoring quietly on the couch and Sam watches his brother peacefully sleep. A sudden burst of need and desire caught Sammy by surprise. He approached Dean quietly looking at the soft, moist lips. Licking his lips Sam slowly closed in for his first kiss with Dean. Their lips met and Sam stopped and stepped back from Dean.
Turning from him, something grabbed his hand. Sam's breathe started going lower and lower. Dean pulled him back onto the couch, and looked at him. "Sammy, why'd you just kiss me?" Dean asked still slightly asleep.
"Uh, Dean… I…" Sam said scared out of his mind, but then he went racing for Dean's lips again.
Planting a firm kiss on Dean, Sammy was embarrassed he lost control. Dean was wide awake now, but didn't stop the kiss, instead he brought Sam closer, kissing him back giving in to his forbidden love. Sam's hand slid up and he cupped one of Dean's cheeks, while the over slid behind Dean's head and into Dean's messy spiked hair. Sam kissed Dean a couple more times, and broke the kiss blushing and gasping for air.
"Dean am I wrong for loving you?" Sam asked finally, exhaling softly.
"No, because I love you too, so it is fine." Dean answered pushing the long brown hair out of his brother's face and then kissing his forehead. "It is fine."
Sam hugged Dean tightly and relaxed on his muscled chest. Stroking Sam's back and the two slowly fell asleep on the couch together.
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Dean woke up and Sam was resting silently on him, and he checked the time. It was 9 am. Sam shifted, and Dean moaned silently. Looking down Dean realized he was harder than a rock. Dean blushed a bit, and Sammy started to wake up. Rolling over and feeling a hardened thing against his leg, Sam wiggled up a bit and kissed Dean.
"Dean, I want to try giving you a blow job." Sam whispered into Dean's ear low and lusty.
Dean didn't say anything just whimpered at what was about to happen. Sam started kissing Dean, and pulled off their shirts. They dropped them on the floor beside the couch, and then focused on the taut nipples. Sucking, nibbling, and licking them Sammy slowly made his way to Dean's navel. Swirling his tongue into the belly button, Sam stopped and unbuttoned Dean's pants and removed them.
Dean sat there still, in his boxers, his hard erection twitching. Sam lowers his head and breathed heavy on the pulsing erection causing Dean to whimper. Sammy Smiled and rubbed the morning wood, getting a feel for what he was working with. Removing Dean's boxers revealing the prize, Sam gasped.
Sam lifted the erection towards him and kissed the sensitive head. Licking the tip slowly and then sucking on the mushroom like head, Dean groaned and smirked "Have you done this before?" he questioned.
Sam shook his head and sucked Dean deep into his mouth. Sam wasn't sure if he had gag reflexes, and so tried deep throat Dean. Taking Dean deep into his throat and hear the noises Dean made, and tasting a sweet and salty pre-come seeping into his throat. Slowly working Dean, Sam sucks hard and nibbles on the tip. Dean's head falls back and he releases a moan and pants, as his orgasm builds.
"Sammy, I am going to…. Come!" Dean whispered and within in a couple sucks he released his come into Sammy's mouth.
Sam looked up at Dean and swallowed, they jumped to kiss Dean. Dean could taste him in his brother's mouth and explored the mouth with his tongue. Breaking the kiss and sitting up, Dean grabbed his boxers and dragged Sam off to the shower.
The hot water pelted against the brother's soft skin, as they rubbed the impurities away from each other. They had a fun time examining each other and fooling around. They shower lasted an hour before they towelled each other off and got into some decent clothing.
They two run into the kitchen and had some Apple Cinnamon Cheerios for breakfast. They cleaned up their dishes and brush their teeth. Then Dean grabbed the Impala's keys and they left the apartment.
"First we are dropping by the high school, and getting you enrolled." Dean told Sam, who groaned and looked out the window taking in the possible job locations.
"What are we doing after?" Sam asked Dean, glancing over curiously.
"I am getting my work uniform several recipes to practice and my work schedule." Dean answered the young boy.
"I see and then back home?" Sam asked impatiently.
"Not quiet, we need milk and a couple other items, plus we need internet and a computer." Dean replied. "We're going need those for school research, fun, and other ever else."
Sammy nodded his head and relaxed into the Impala's passenger seat. They turned into a couple streets and then entered the local high schools parking lot. The unbuckled their seat belts and left the Impala. Dean locked it before walking away.
They walked up the pathway to the high school, and Sam was clearly nervous. Opening the doors and seeing some of the grade 11s watched them, texted and horsed around. Finding the office, Dean opened the door and entered. Seeing the middle aged women, at the desk Dean walked foreword.
"Can I get a registration forum for my little brother?" Dean asked, and the women glanced at him.
"Are you his guardian?" She asked.
"All he has now, our father kicked the bucket last year and we moved here to start a new life." Dean lied.
"Oh, I am so sorry, and can I see your licence please? To confirm your at least 18." She apologised.
Dean pulled his wallet out and showed the women. After confirming his age, she printed a copy of the forum and passes it to Dean with a pen.
Dean filled out the forum slowly, and then handed it to the women. "Is there a fee for registration?" He asked after she held the paper.
"25 dollars sir." She replied as Dean passed her $25 in 2 folded bills. "Thanks and here is… Samuels supply list."
"It is just Sam ma'am." Sammy spoke for the first time, and thanked her. "Thanks!"
Dean and Sam left through the door and headed out into the parking lot, where the Impala was parked. Dean unlocked the doors and started the Impala, revving it and then backing it up. They exited the student parking lot and head closer to their apartment. Sam looked around at places that Dean might be working, and guessed out loud. "General store?" Sam tried.
"No, not a good small store worker." Dean laughed, and looked for the place he was working in.
"Is it that bar?" Sammy asked and pointed at the bar.
"Yup that's her. I took up the bar tending job there. I already have some skills in it and I am going to take a few online courses for it." Dean replied smiling, and nodding.
Pulling into the bars parking lot and parking in front of the bars doors, they left the Impala, locking it. Dean smiled and opened the door for Sam, and following his little brother. They entered a friendly looking room with warm colours, and some pool tables and tables. Dean walked toward the bar tender who was working at that moment.
"Hey, I applied here and I am looking for the manager?" Dean stated proudly, and smiled politely.
"Oh so you're the Dean Winchester kid, eh? Good to see you." The manager replied smiling at Dean.
"I was hoping to pick up my uniform and schedule. Plus get used to this environment, OH and this is my young brother Sam, tall bastard he is." Dean laughed as he was directed to the manager's office for the schedule and uniform.
Dean returns to Sam playing a game of pool, and he watched from a seat close by, staring in amazement. After a couple shot Dean noticed he was getting turned on at how obvious his brother was trying to turn him on. Shifting the growing bulge, Sam sighed and went on with his game smirking.
Sam finished his game and Dean set up a new game. Breaking the triangle of pool balls with accuracy, which sends them in all directions possible. Watching them go everywhere Dean smiled, but no balls fell into a pocket. Sighing Dean let Sammy have his turn. Sammy got a striped ball into the left sides middle pocket. He shot again and missed.
They finished the game 30 minutes later. Sam kicked Dean's ass royally, and they were thanking the manager who was named Frank. They left the bar and got into the Impala, turning the key and backing up. Turning right and then driving a couple minutes to the Wal-mart parking lot. Exiting the vehicle Dean and Sam scurried into the store and found a laptop, mouse, and some groceries. They left the store and got to the Impala. They enter it and traveled home.
TBC