WARNING: Very adult content! Wincest, underage. Don't like don't read!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural if I did this shit would actually happen. And it would be wonderful!

I sat down at the computer to write a quick PWP one-shot but when I started typing it changed and I wanted to give them a story. Young Sam just begs to be written about and I couldn't stop my fingers from typing. So yeah just sit back and enjoy! Please tell me what you think! Thanks!

Sam was sitting at another busted up dinner table in another crappy hotel room in another small town in the middle of nowhere trying to do his homework from yet another new school he'd been forced to go to. And he was sick of it. He was sick of being the new kid, sick of being stared at for his shaggy hair. Sick of feeling awkward for his sudden growth spurt that left his jeans too short and his shirts to tight. He just wanted to quit school and join his dad and brother on their hunts.

They had started leaving "Little Sammy" behind right after Dean had turned 18. Which had been fine for a while, Sam was only 14 and still small statured and he didn't want them to worry about him and get hurt trying to protect him. So he stayed in the hotels and did research, studied and got straight A's, and was ready with bandages when one of the older Winchesters inevitably came back with some injury or another.

"Dammit!" barked Sam suddenly shoving his school books across the table. He was 16 now and sick of being left behind. He had hit 6 foot this past year and even though he was still getting used to his new height his body had a wiry strength and he knew he could take care of himself. But John and Dean still refused to listen to him. John would shake his head and just walk out the door to get the Impala ready and Dean would punch Sam in the arm or ruffle his hair and say "Maybe next time Baby Boy" before following their dad to the car. Leaving Sam behind to fume alone and do more damn research.

Sam shoved away from the table and stomped into the bedroom running his hands through his hair. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Sam threw himself face down onto the bed and just stared at the wall slowly getting more pissed. Finally he huffed loudly and flipped himself over onto his back and grabbed the TV remote.

"...it's so good to see such a happy ending. Make sure you stay tuned for the weather, we'll be right back!" Click.

"...well I say ... no guts... no glory." Click.

"Paging Dr. Sexy. you are needed in the O.R." Click.

"...use twice daily Herpexia to help stop the spread of genital herpes..." Click.

"Stay tuned to Casa Erotica. When a lonely housewife, Bridget finds solace in her hunky pool boy" Click.

"What the fuck kind of teenager am I that I'm too damn bored to watch porn?" Sam asked himself as he clicked the TV off and stood up again. He walked to the window and pulled the curtain back, it was almost dark out so Dean and John should be getting back soon.

"I might as well get the first aid kit out... and stop talking to myself." he muttered shaking his head. Sam snatched his duffle off the floor and sorted through the top layers. "Where the fuck is it? Dammit Dean is it that damn hard to pack a damn bag?" he grabbed the bag and flipped it upside down shaking all the haphazardly packed contents onto the bed and of course the first aid kit was the last thing to fall out.

As soon as it hit the pile of clothes and assorted weaponry the door burst open and a disheveled looking Dean half carried half drug an unconscious John through it. Sam threw the duffle against the wall and ran to help his brother.

"What the hell happened?" Sam asked as he wedged his shoulder under his father.

"Tell you later. Right now. Get him to bed." answered Dean making Sam take a second look at his big brother. Dean was strong and could easily carry their dad when needed, unless he was hurt too.

"Dude are you okay?" Asked Sam as they pulled their dad to the bed.

Dean just grunted and tossed John on the bed. "M'fine Sammy, dad took a hit to the head, focus on him."

"Okay fine" answered Sam as he turned to the other bed to get the kit. Dean slumped down on the bed next to his dad and propped himself against the wall and shut his eyes.

For the next few minutes Sammy was busy cleaning and stitching his father's head wound with dental floss and a sewing needle. When he was done he dropped his dads head up and forced some pain pills down his throat before turning to Dean.

"Well dude I think he'll be alright, but he's gonna sleep like the dead." he finished with a grin finally looking at his big brother who didn't respond. "Dean, man did you hear me?" Sammy asked a little concerned. He walked around the end of the bed "Dean, hey Dean." he reached out slowly to touch his shoulder "come on dude-" Suddenly Dean opened his bright green eyes and Sam heaved a sigh of relief.

"Are you hurt Dean?" asked Sam as he knelt at Dean's hip.

"Nothing big Baby Boy. Just a few knocks to the ribs, I'm just really tired" Answered Dean with his silly crooked grin.

"Well take your shirt off and we'll see if anything's broken."

"Eager to see my body Sammy?" asked Dean with another grin as he went to stand up

"Shut up dude." answered Sam with his bitch face firmly in place. He grabbed Dean's hands and pulled him to his feet quicker than Dean would have liked making him hiss in pain.

"Point taken." growled Dean as he shrugged out of his leather jacket and let it fall to the floor. "What's all this shit doing all over the bed Sammy?"

"You didn't pack the bag right! You put the first aid kit on the bottom and I had to dump everything out to get- aw man don't do that!" but it was too late Dean had already swiped everything onto the floor with his left arm making an even bigger mess.

"Sorry." he said with a smirk that meant exactly the opposite. "You're gonna have to help me take my shirt off I can't move my right arm too much." as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Eager to have me touch your body?" Sam asked in a mocking sing song voice.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Said Sam as he walked over to Dean and grabbed the hem of his unnecessarily tight shirt. "Left arm up"

"Yes mom" Dean replied, doing as he was told. Sam pulled Deans shirt off his arm and over his head then slid it down his left arm careful not to jostle him too much. Even though he probably deserved it he didn't really want to hurt his big brother.

"Lay down." Said Sam as he tossed Deans shirt on the pile of clothes already on the floor. When he turned back Dean was stretched out on his back with his left arm tucked behind his head. The light from the one bedside lamp throwing his muscles in deep shadows all the way down his flat stomach to his black boxers sitting low on his hips. The snug jeans sitting even lower on his long legs made Sam raise his eyebrows in appreciation- "wait what?" Sam shook his head and stepped up to the side of the bed.

"Okay tell me when it hurts" Said Sam as he reached out to feel his brothers ribs. He slid his hand down his brother's ribcage prodding each one as he came to it. Dean sat silent and watching as his little brothers cool hands moved over his skin "Well Dean I don't think anything is broken. Probably just bruised, but I can bind them anyway just to make sure." Sam made one last sweep across his brother's abdomen and Dean let a hiss escape his lips. "That hurt?"

"Just a bit sore Sammy. Just bind it." said Dean sitting up again.

Sam nodded and got an Ace bandage out of the kit still on their father's bed. He handed one end to Dean for him to hold as he wrapped it around his torso. He had to lean close to get his arms around the larger man and his hair brushed Dean's lips making the older Winchester part his lips. Sam finished wrapping and tied off the bandage then stepped back to make sure it was snug, the white bandage made a stark contrast to his brothers tanned, sculpted-"nope. His average normal chest" Sam cleared his throat and turned back to the first aid kit to get out more pain killers then he tossed them to his brother who hadn't moved or said anything and escaped to the bathroom.

"What the fuck was that Sam?" he whispered to himself after shutting the door and turning the faucet on to splash water in his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his hazel eyes wide with confusion and a little bit of arousal. And for what reason? He had touched Dean tons of times, seen Dean in various states of undress, and even caught him jerking off a time or two. He'd never reacted like this before. And why should he? Dean is his fucking brother! There has to be a logical explanation for this, something else that had happened. Maybe he just hadn't jerked off in a while or - it was a delayed reaction to the Casa Erotica from earlier. Yeah that's it, a perfectly logical explanation for his reaction. After all he is perfectly healthy 16 year old, raging hormones and all.

He heaved a big sigh and smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with his superb reasoning he straightened his shirt and walked back out of the bathroom into the now dark bedroom. Apparently Dean had turned off the light and settled in with his back to Sam's side of the bed. Sam slowly and quietly crossed the room pulling off his shirt and pants as he went. In just his boxers he crawled under the covers with his back to his brother and was quickly asleep.

Dean however was wide awake. Staring at the wall with wide green eyes trying to keep his breathing deep and even so Sammy wouldn't know, Sammy can never know.

Sam woke with a start, glancing at the alarm clock it was 5:12 a.m. and still dark. And he was incredibly hot. He kicked off the blankets covering him but that didn't help much, he still felt constricted. Looking down he realized why. His older brother was wrapped around him and holding tight with his arms crossed around his stomach. Dean's large calloused hands were resting on his chest while his thumbs stroked Sam's now hard nipples. Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother with a shocked expression on his face, only to see that Dean was still sleeping, quite deeply with his pretty lips parted and small low snores coming from between them. "Pretty lips? What the hell?"

Sam's movements caused a slight stutter in Deans sleep and Sam froze praying he wouldn't wake up, Dean just heaved a sigh and settled further down the bed and pulling Sammy even tighter against him so that Sam couldn't even look back at his brother anymore.

"What is up with Dean? We've slept in the same bed our entire lives and this has never happened". He had never touched Sam except to hit him or ruffle his hair, much less hold him as if he was his last life line. "What should I do?"

But Sam could do nothing but lie there, hot but oddly content in his big brothers arms. His mind began to wander back over the events of the previous night and more and more things started to seem odd. His strange thoughts about how good looking his brother was. How Dean had just sat quietly as Sam ran his hands all over his torso, no snarky remarks or anything. Now this, this cuddling. He didn't know what to think of it but his body was starting to react. "Whoa whoa, what the hell? This cannot be happening this is your brother, Sam! Get it together."

He felt so comfortable and safe in Dean's strong arms, and Deans hands we're moving again stroking up and down Sam's sides making him shiver, Deans breath warm on his ear. His cock was hardening to an almost painful state. He was still pressed up to close to his brother to be able to look around and see if he was awake or not, but there's no way Dean is awake, no way he would be doing this. Would he?

In the past few months Dean had become gentler with Sam making sure he had everything he needed instead of just telling him to deal with it. Most of the punches to the arm had become a sift of his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam realized he liked these changes and he liked the feel of Dean's hands on his lower stomach. Sam ran his hand down over Deans and paused to see if he would react. Nothing changed so Sam slid his hand down further skimming across his erection and feeling its heat even through his boxers. He traced his fingertips over the head his pre-come making a wet spot on the thin cotton. Soon this wasn't enough he needed to feel his fingers on the silken length; he slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers and grasped himself firmly. He moved slowly because he was still worried about waking his brother and having Dean catch him doing this while wrapped in his arms would not be good for anyone.

He twisted his wrist around creating a pleasant friction that didn't jostle him to much his thumb running over the tip. He bit his lip and closed his eyes when a groan welled up from his throat. A few more twists and he couldn't stop the light bucking of his hips that brought his ass in close contact with Dean's crotch that was standing at full attention. Sam froze there was no way Dean was still asleep, he looked back but his brother had the same peaceful expression on his face as before. Feeling Dean's hard cock rubbing against his ass made Sam a little bolder. He gripped his cock harder and brazenly rubbed the tip of it against the back of dean's hand where it rested on his lower stomach. The new texture almost sent him over the edge, his eyes slammed shut again as he felt his balls pull up between his legs. Then with a few more firm thrusts he came all over his stomach and the back of dean's hand.

He slowly tugged on his softening penis as he allowed his breathing to slow; he was coming down from his high and getting sleepy. He closed his eyes and snuggled closer to his brother about to go to sleep still sticky from his excursions. When "fuck!" he remembered he hadn't just come on himself but his big brother too! What the hell had he been thinking? This was ridiculous he had just masturbated in the arms of his 20 year old brother and 3 feet away from his sleeping father. This had to be a record for the stupidest shit ever done and now he had to figure out how to get out of his brothers vice like grasp to clean him off before he woke up covered in "little Sammy's" come. Jesus Christ what to do?

Glancing around frantically he spotted a box of tissues on the nightstand near his father's bed. If he could just reach them he could fix all of this and pretend he never woke up. Sam wiggled one arm out from under his brothers and stretched the tips of his fingers brushed the box but scooted it farther away.

"Dammit" he whispered to himself "okay that didn't work." He glanced behind himself to check on the state of his sleeping brother and found everything was still okay. So he settled back against Dean to rethink the situation. "If I just wipe it on the bed it will dry and dean will still be able to feel it. I guess that leaves one option" before he could change his mind he picked up Deans hand, brought it to his mouth and quickly lapped up his own come off his brother's hand. It wasn't a terrible taste just salty and odd, but not something he wanted to make a habit of. He found the rest of his semen that was on his stomach and licked it off fingers finding it not as bad the second time. Satisfied he was clean enough to not arouse suspicion he finally relaxed down into his brothers arms falling asleep moments later.

When he felt his brothers breathing ease into sleep Dean opened his eyes and studied every feature of his not-so-little-any-more-baby brother. He had been awake when Sammy had woken up, but there was no way he was going to let him know. But the next 30 minutes of feigning sleep had been the hardest of his life. All he had wanted to do was caress Sammy's smooth body and help as he brought himself to completion, but he had kept himself in check. He refrained and though it left him hurting and unsatisfied he couldn't take advantage of confused and sleepy Sammy. They had to hash this out when they we're awake and after Sammy had come to terms with these new feelings he was just noticing were there. He had to let Sammy make that decision; he couldn't use the "I'm the big brother you have to do what I say" card on something that would change their lives forever.

It was wrong, probably evil but he couldn't help it, his brother was his world. Dean reached over and touched Sam's face he traced his brows, down the long line of his nose, rubbed his full lower lip with his thumb. Memorizing every texture so he knew them by touch as well as he already knew them by sight. Because this is the first time he had allowed himself to touch Sammy even this much, it had been a hands off longing for so long. Dean had been willing to let it stay like that too, but after Sammy's tender doctoring tonight he had caved and gathered Sam close to him wishing with everything he had that it could always be like this. He resigned himself to stealing a touch, a look, even a smile as long as Sammy was happy. And Dean would do anything, anything at all to make sure that happened, even if it meant watching from the sidelines as Sam fell in love with someone else. Always being the big brother or support system.

But Sam had woken up before Dean could let him go and Dean had to endure the greatest torture ever. To hold his writhing, beautiful brother in his arms as he jacked off then remaining indifferent when Sam's warm tongue licked his own semen from Deans hand. Exquisite torture, but at least Dean knew he had a chance. That thought got him trough the experience and gave him the willpower to untangle his limbs from his brothers and slip out of bed. With one last look at his sated brother Dean turned and walked into the bathroom to take care of himself.

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