Based on DominaMalfoy's 'What Big Brothers Are For', unfortunately without permission, as I was unable to get on touch with her. DominaMalfoy, if you see this and want me to take it down, just let me know.
Disclaimer: if I owned this, I'd be in a mansion in California right now, not in a trailer in Kansas
Prologue
Stanford, 2003
Sam really, really didn't want to do this. Words couldn't describe how much he
didn't want to do this. It was disgusting and humiliating, not mention illegal. But he had
no choice. He couldn't support himself on his minimum wage job at the coffee shop, and
he'd already pawned most of the weapons he'd taken with him when left home. He was
beyond broke paying for books, food, rent and bills(now that he lived off campus), and
many other daily things that all cost money. Which was why he now standing in the
bathroom of his apartment, staring into the mirror, sickened by what he was wearing:
black slacks that were 2 sizes too small, a black button down shirt with the top 3 buttons
undone, and a leather jacket that he'd only bought because it reminded him of Dean.
Dean, who would beat the crap out of him and lock him in a closet if he knew what he
was about to do. He tried not to think about that; the looks on Dean's and his dad's faces.
Or Jess. They'd only been going out for a couple of months, but he didn't think this was
considered good boyfriend behavior. He took one last look in the mirror; "As ready as I'll
ever be", he muttered gloomily, and went out the door. 15 minutes later he reached the
street corner he'd scouted out earlier that day. He stood and waited, and before long, a
beat up black pickup pulled up and stopped, the driver- a fat, balding man in his 40s with
missing teeth- staring at Sam and practically drooling. "How much?" he asked bluntly.
Fighting nausea and hoping his voice didn't shake, Sam answered calmly, "$150". The
man thought it over for barely a minute before saying "Fine. Get in" Sam got in and they
drove off. Much later, $600 dollars richer and in a lot of pain, Sam Winchester stumbled
back to his apartment, threw up, and cried himself to sleep.