HELLO! Wow! I'm actually writing again. After YEARS of not having the "time" (I was lazy). What can I say, I started reading again and watching shows and how could I not? :D

Summary: High School AU. Sam Oconel is a teenage freak if you ask anyone around. Dean Winchester isn't someone to give up a challenge, and with his dad out of town on a hunt, why not? Dean is staying with Bobby at the moment, and Sam has his own family. They aren't related Sam/Dean.

Warning: Sexual content, Abuse of a minor in later chapters, Hunter-ness in later chapters if that bothers anyone, Underage drinking and pot

Disclaimer: Dude...No.. There would be no Ruby, like ever, and there sure as hell would be more Death.

Enjoy ;")

Dean was starting to wonder if what he was doing was okay. Of course, it wasn't. That's not what he meant. Was it really okay to love someone this much?

Sam lay sprawled out on Dean's bed. Nothing covering his shivering body besides a tank-top. His wrist tied to the head board above them, and a gag of Dean's glove in his mouth. He was whimpering and trying to pull Dean's hand back down with bare legs. Dean, who had just been slowly stroking him, was gazing right into pleading orbs.

"Sammy, calm down, baby. Just let me look at you for a sec." Dean smirked as Sam rolled his eyes, letting out a frustrated cry. Bobby was right in the next room, and knowing the old codger, he'd be getting up soon, way before the sun. Dean needed to fucking touch him, now. He begged with his eyes, small mewls, along with his gulps for air coming in huffs. Becoming a total whore wasn't above him to get what he wanted. and by the look of Dean's utterly drooling state, it was working.

The older boy let his hand fall down from Sam's waist and caressed his leaking organ's head. His finger sliding down the side, ripping a low moan from Sam. Following along with teasing, he took a moment to play with his sack, before finally reaching the prize of the deal. Just slightly, Dean strokes the puckered hole.

"Haennn!" Sam was getting to loud again. Without a second delay, Dean smacked Sam on his ass. A small sob of heat flew into the dim room. The socks which bond the smaller boy were getting tugged viciously, his toes were digging down into the bed, and pre cum dipped devilishly onto twisting hips. All as Dean sucked on his fingers, watching his lover with a passion he's never felt before.

"Do you want me Sam? Do you want my cock inside you? Just nod yes or no baby." Dean couldn't help but giggle (he would correct anyone who said so as a chuckle though, men did not 'giggle') as Sam's head bobbed fiercely. Dean began to straddle the thin boy beneath him. Sam's gaze stayed on the movements coming from his savior, as if every single motion was a gift from a angel. Dean was one, that was something he was sure of.

Dean reached for the lube on the nightstand. His shirt had come off at some point, along with his pants. Toned legs were placed on each side of his thighs. Swinging back and forth in the cool late night air, almost like a erotic dance. The sight was totally beautiful. Breath taking. Priceless. Jesus, his inner monologue sounded like some sappy chick.

"I love you Sammy." Without having to hear the words in return, he new the feeling was mutual. Sam and Dean, it was just, meant to be. Fucking sappy ass chick.

Dean slicked himself up, then lubed up Sam's hole. He was about to put a finger inside when Sam tightened shut. Looking up he saw Sam's slowly shaking his head.

"What? I have to prep you, Sammy. It'll hurt like a bitch other wise." Sam's opening didn't change. What the hell? Literally, what the hell? They has done it many time now, not meaning it wouldn't hurt. However, he had a feeling they both were about to blow regardless. Dean sighed, shifting so Sam's legs were even closer to his. This was going to bite him in a way the would be sore a while after, they both knew it, so why the hell was he doing it anyway? Right, he was rock hard and ready to explode.

"Oh fuck. Sammy, please don't hate me." His words were blurred together from shushed moans being formed from the figure under him as his pushed inside. The lube helped, yes, but Sam was still so tight. Dean let out a breathless groan. Fuck, this was...it was...shit..he didn't know. Didn't care.

After getting use to the feeling, the thrusts came, then the urge to pick up speed, then Sam almost lost his head when he cummed onto both of them, Dean right behind him. The sex was great, but really it was the way they felt about each other that made it so good.

Sam had always been a nerd, a lanky geek with his nose in a book 24/7, but it had only gotten worse once he enter high school. He was a loner, a loser, a freak. Teenagers could be mean, cruel even. Sam wondered if adults forgot this after collage and jobs and what not. Probably not, seeing as he got those same bitter names at home, from his father.

A drunk, along with his over load of slutty girlfriends he drags in. When Sam had been six, his mother had died in a accident. Sure, fowl play had nothing to do with her head getting smashed into the wall. She was going to save little Sammy from the evil man who roamed through the halls at night, staggering in a drunken state. Cursing and belittling the both of them, she was going to take them away.

To a farm, she had said. There would have been ponies and piggies, and even a barn with a tire swing just for him. That was until her brains were scattered across the floor and he was hiding on the stairs, hushed, begging her to wake up and take him to the white fenced house of their dreams. Never happened.

He now comes home, watches hushed as his dad makes love to his tonic and gen, following through with his new lover, Bella. Studies for a collage he'll never be allowed to go to, sleeps in a bed stained in years of memories. Slave wouldn't fit him, a slave is recognized for his doings, Sam just does the house work because if he didn't, his father would die in his own filth. Cooks, cleans, speaks for the both of them, who else would? Though the man stole his mother, even if he won't look at him, he is Sam's dad, and Sam loves him none the less.

School was the same as home. Kids either mock him or ignore his existence. There was this one girl, Jess. She would go out of her way to get to know him. He was a cancer walking the earth, it was best for him to keep his distance. Her frown or sad eyes almost made him change his mind every time he would totally ignore her, almost. No one should bother with him, and no one did.

That was until that freaking jerk showed up. Dean Winchester. He must be as stupid as Sam pegged him to be, or a total perv because no matter how hard he tired, the idiot wouldn't leave him alone. Always following him around, asking him questions, flirting! He wouldn't leave him alone for heaven or hell! He was going to fix that. No matter what. Dean was going to realize what he was really messing with here.

If only Sam knew it was the other way around.

So? Yes? No? I must let you know I have a few other chapters, not exactly finished per say, but ready to be over looked and put out. Should I? I have a few ideas of where this could go.

Review are much needed, even if they aren't nice, I take them all. Thanks :3