Disclaimer: Don't own the boys and if I did, I'd spend a fortune at those sex shops buying loads of fun toys for us to play with! =3 I don't own this song. It belongs to the talented musicians extraordinaire of Metro Station.
Note: Written for my darling annoying, lazy bone, procrastinator, bitch of a sister DJ Roxie as a pressie for her 16th birthday. So proud of you love and now go snag some dude! Lol! I'm such a bad example to the young ones…. The fic was inspired when we (Roxie and I) were cleaning up the dinner table and we started singing this and altered the lyrics in really small subtle ways. The original song is by Metro Station entitled Seventeen forever. Check it out!
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Sam picked up his Walkman and placed the CD inside. He'd found it addressed to him with a big red bow taped to it as he walked through the door of the latest dingy motel room their father got them. Dean should've been there to pick him up today, but he said that he'd got something going on. Sam had had to hitch a ride with some chick that had given him the 'look over'. Not only did it disgusted him, it made him even more sadder. Both Dean and his dad had to have something going on today.
On his birthday of all days.
Sighing dejectedly and willing his tears away, he pressed the play button. The music started and he heard the male vocals drift through his earphones.
You are young and so am I
And this
is wrong
But who am I to judge?
You feel like heaven when we
touch
I guess for me this is enough
We're one mistake from
being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't
be sixteen forever
And we can get away with this tonight
You
are young and I was scared
You're wise beyond your years
But I
don't care
And I can feel your heartbeat
You know exactly where
to take me
We're one mistake from being together
But let's
not ask why it's not right
You won't be sixteen forever
And we
can get away with this tonight
"Will we ever be?"
You
ask me as I leave
"Remember what I said?"
Oh, how
could I
Oh, how could I regret?
We're one mistake from
being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't
be sixteen forever
And we can get away with this tonight (x3)
As the music died out and faded into the back, Sam felt two strong arms snaking their way through his midriff. The person nuzzled the crook of his neck from behind. Smirking, Sam knew who it was. Who else would smell like car grease, beer and a deep smokiness and still smell fucking awesome to him?
"Happy Sweet Sixteen, baby brother. Hope you enjoyed my first present." Dean said huskily and licked the soft spot behind Sam's ear. "Wanna see your second present?" Sam turned around and had to smile at what he saw.