Ok guys. This is my first ever fanfiction I have written - please be gentle. I am from the UK so the spelling might not be in US format. Any errors are mine. This is an idea I had whilst sat in work bored. I have further ideas in my head. If you like it I will continue - If not I will stop. Also I don't understand what AU and all those terms mean. I don't if I have done this right. Please let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural or the Winchesters
Sam was sat huddled on the beige worn couch, his fingers picking at the hole in the arm, not paying attention to his favourite show currently on the TV.
Dean was in the kitchen preparing Sam's favourite sandwich, he looked over at his younger brother who now had a silent tear falling down his cheek, and Dean sighed and approach Sam.
"Sammy?" Sam didn't show any sign that he heard dean and continued to analyse the hole in the couch like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever come across. Dean sat down, wondering how to start the next part of the conversation. "Listen…I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting it, I panicked and that's the reaction that came out. It's not an excuse and I shouldn't have laughed…I don't want you feel you can't ask me things…Sammy?" Sam looked up at Dean for a split second before whispering "forget it Dean"
No way was this going to be way the end of the conversation, Dean stood up and walked to the small kitchen to get Sam's sandwich that he had made him. "Sam, I made you this – your favourite, even put extra salady stuff on it that you like" Dean pulled a face trying to get a small smile out of Sam, he knew if he got the tiniest of twitches in Sam's lips he was onto a winner. But nothing happened. Dean sat down next to Sam "Please Sam I said I was sorry"
"o right Dean, I didn't hear you, that makes everything all better" tears now flowing freely down Sam's face
"Sam…I Just…wasn't expec"
"Expecting it, yeah I heard you the first time. You're meant to be the person I can speak to about anything…weeks I plucked up the courage to ask and when I did…you laughed"
Dean didn't know what to say, he sat there quietly, plate still in hand pushed up against Sam's thigh "Please, Sam"
"I don't want to hear your stupid pleas or your apologies and I don't want your stupid sandwich" at this Sam jumped up and threw the Sandwich, plate and all, against the wall behind the tv. At that moment John walked through the door. "You humiliated me, Dean"
"whoa, what is going on!" John sad putting his duffle on the floor next to the couch, looking at his clearly upset youngest and strangely quiet oldest.
"nothing Sir, just a misunderstanding. How was the hunt?"
"Sam?" John asked completely ignoring Dean
Sam took a deep breath "Guys at school were joking around and talking about sex and…puberty" Sam's eyes were on the floor watching his feet making patterns in the worn carpet with an intake of breath he continued "I felt really out of it so I thought I would ask my older protective brother if he could tell me the basics and he howled with laughter in my face"
"you did what?"
"no dad...sir, it wasn't like that"
"no dad it wasn't, poor dean 'panicked' and to make up for humiliating me he put on my fav channel and makes me my fav sandwich, thanks bro"
Dean didn't look up at this "I didn't know what else to do, I made a mistake"
"Dean off the couch, Sam sit with me" Sam and Dean swapped places, Dean grabbed Sam's arm and gave him a small smile. Sam ignored him
John put his arm around his youngest, who for the most part had calmed down and wasn't crying anymore, he could now feel the anger radiating off him. "Listen sport, I should off had this conversation with you a while ago. It's not Deans place to talk about puberty with his younger brother, that's my job. If you want to be mad at anyone, blame me. See it from Dean's way is baby brother, who he still sees as a baby - someone who he has to look out for, is asking him about sex. Off course he panicked, I'll tell you a secret – Deans only just going through puberty now, he's a late bloomer. Not like his dad and clearly not like his brother."
"Hey!"
Sam giggled and Dean felt a pang of jealousy that it was his dad who made Sam smile and not him
"you think you can forgive him?" Sam slowly nodded his head and gave Dean a small smile
"thanks Sammy" Dean smiled back, still trying to work out how to make things right between them both
"Great, we will discuss everything from start to finish right now"
"what now?" both brothers questioned
"yep…now the best way is visual, Dean front and center"
Confused Dean stepped in front of his dad in military format 'always daddy's little soldier' Sam thought. Ok he had forgiven him but he was still bitter.
"Dean!"
"yes sir"
"strip!"
"wh..what" both Sam and Dean proclaimed.
"I gave you a direct order son, I told you to strip. You can either do it on your own accord or I'll rip the clothes from your body what will it be?"
"Dad" Dean protested
"are you defying my order dean"
"n..no sir?"