Pairing: Dean/Sam, Sam/Meg, Sam+Sarah, Dean+Cassie
Genre: Slash, AU, Angst, Het
Note: Unbeta'ed. Written for the "Supernatural Big Bang" LJ. Based loosely on the movie "Pratical Magic".
If I give you my heart - Chapter one
"Witch!"
"Witch!"
"Demon!"
"Devil child!"
Dean ran through the mass of little kids, bumping them out of his way until he reached the middle of the circle. His blood boiled at seeing a bunch of six- year- olds throwing stones at his little brother, who was hunched on the ground.
"Step back, fuckers!"
All the little kids were shocked into silence at the curse word being said by the ten year-old. Dean dropped to his knees beside Sam, taking him in his arms.
"Hey, Sammy, are you okay?"
"It hurts," came the trembling voice.
"Shh…I'm here now," whispered Dean, hugging him.
"Came to help your little brother, witch?"
Dean looked up as Damon, one of the boys from his class, approached the group. Damon stopped near Jack, his younger brother, and smirked.
"He just got what he deserved, Winchester."
Dean snarled. "Are you saying my six-year-old brother deserved to be beat down?"
"Serves you right, witch."
Sam whimpered, his eyes glistening with tears, and something in Dean snapped. He got up and pointed his finger at Damon. The children around them gasped.
"I hope you fall and break your leg!" Then he pointed his finger at Jack. "And I hope you get chickenpox!"
"Children!"
The shout from Ms. Harris, the principal, made all the children disperse. Dean helped his brother stand up, holding him by the waist.
"Dean, Damon, what are you doing here in the kindergarten area?"
"He just cursed me and my brother, Ms Harris!" exclaimed Jack, in tears.
"You had it coming, you were throwing stones at my brother!" Dean spat back.
"Enough! I want you four in my office right now!" said the principal, her voice hard.
Dean glared at Damon as they followed the woman, Sam hiding his face against Dean's chest.
"Sweetie, what did I tell you about curses?"
"They deserved it!" whined Dean.
Harriet chuckled, rumpling his blond hair.
"I know dear, but we're not that kind of witch."
Dean pouted and the woman laughed. Sally sighed as she entered the living room, plopping herself on the chair.
"Sammy wants Dean to do it. I swear to God, he's more stubborn than John ever was."
Dean bit his bottom lip. Every time he heard his father's name, he couldn't help the pang on his chest. He got up from the couch.
"Do you think I can do it, Aunt Sally?"
The woman twirls a lock of brown hair on her finger.
"You're a Winchester dear. And a very talented one, I might add. Give it a try."
Dean just nods and goes to his bedroom. He finds Sam underneath the covers on his bed. He sits on the edge and cards his fingers through his brother's hair. Sam opens his eyes and looks at him.
"Why we can't be normal?"
Dean sighs and gestures for Sam to sit up. The little boy throws the blanket off him and takes off his shirt, showing the purple bruises on his ribs. Dean winces internally and his fingers slide carefully over the bruises. He concentrates and his eyes glow bright gold as little sparks of yellow and green drop from the tips of his fingers. Slowly the bruises from his little brother's body disappear. He smiles and his fingers slides around Sam's black eye. Soon it's like Sam was never beaten. The glow in his eyes disappears and he rests his forehead against Sam's.
"If we were normal I could never heal you like this."
Sam giggles and jumps him. Dean's lap soon is full of a six-year-old brother. He laughs too, holding him tight.
"You know I'll never let anyone hurt you, right, Sammy?"
"I know, Dean."
"Good."
The next week they get transferred to the school in the next town. And Dean smirks as he sees Damon with a cast on his leg when he goes downtown with his aunts. Sam just giggles next to him.
"I'm home!"
"We're in the kitchen!"
Sam put his backpack on the couch and joined his aunts in the kitchen, kissing each on the cheek. He grabbed an apple from the crystal bowl on the table and took a healthy bite.
"Where's Dean?"
"In the garage," answered Harriet.
"Enjoying his birthday present," completed Sally.
Sam smiled, his dimples showing in full force before he walked through the back door of the green house, the shortcut to the garage. Both women giggled, while continuing to make dinner.
"How long is he gonna take, do you think?" asked Sally, chopping some tomatoes.
"Dean is probably gonna wait until Sam turns eighteen."
"True. But what if he doesn't notice anything until there?"
"Then we'll have to make Sam's birthday extra especial, won't we?"
Sally laughed and Harriet joined her.
Sam opened the small door of the garage and received a full blast of AC/DC music. He winced at the loud volume and walked into the small space, his eyes glued to the black, shiny car.
Dean's eighteenth birthday was last week and their aunts gave him a car that was barely whole. At the older boy's incredulous look, Sallyexplained.
"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala, just like your dad had. I thought you would like to rebuild her yourself."
Of course that was the 'light' part of the day. At night, they took Dean out and Sam couldn't tag along; according to the women, the ritual was for the ones entering adulthood and Sam would have to wait four more years.
It sucked to be alone at home most of the night.
But now, one week later, that was the least of his worries. He watched the scratched paint as he walked to the front of the car, soon seeing his brother's legs protruding from beneath the hood. He looked at the radio and smiled. His eyes glowed silver and the music abruptly stopped. Dean cursed and a loud thump could be heard.
"Motherfucker!"
He got out from underneath the hood and glared at Sam.
"You fucking surprised me Sammy, and now I have this huge lump on my freaking forehead."
Sam laughed, resting against the hood.
"Hey, Dean."
The older boy huffed and touched his forehead with his fingertip; soon the lump disappeared. He approached and ruffled Sam's hair, resting beside his brother against the hood.
"How was school, squirt?"
"Don't call me that, I already grew one inch since last time we measured!" exclaimed Sam, his cheeks pink.
"Wow, are you gonna be as tall as a sasquatch, then?" mocked Dean.
Sam glared and a dirty rag flew at Dean's face. The older boy gasped, picking up the cloth.
"No powers, sucker!"
"Make me stop, then, assface."
Dean narrowed his eyes and Sam flew against the wall. The younger boy gasped, struggling.
"You're better at this telekinetic stuff than me Dean, that's not fair!" whined the fourteen-year old boy.
Dean went to the radio and turned on the music, but at a low volume. He laughed, bringing Sam closer to him through the air.
"If you weren't so busy with your nose in the books, little brother, you could be as good as me."
"You already finished school, asshole!"
"And now I mock your pain." said Dean. His eyes stopped glowing and Sam abruptly fell on his arms. "Say it."
Sam pouted.
"I'm your bitch," mumbled Sam.
"And don't you forget it!" exclaimed Dean, letting Sam go, his body still warm where his brother had touched it. "So?"
Sam rolled his eyes and sat on a stool next to the car, telling Dean about his day as his brother started working on the car again. Almost an hour later they heard their aunts calling them for dinner.
Sam loved school like nothing else. Dean always made fun of him for that, but that was okay. Since their traumatic experience in the school in town, he and his brother were studying at a school in the next town.
But now Dean was finished school and Sam was beginning high school. His life sucked.
Sam knew he was different since he was old enough to understand the concept. Well, with aunts like Harriet and Sally, it was difficult not to notice. But he only grasped the full concept of what being different meant on that day that Dean saved him from being bullied by those kids.
From that day, Sam nurtured one wish, and one wish only: one day he would get out of that town; be far away from everyone who knew him; be someone new.
Of course, he never told anyone about it, not even Dean. Despite every prejudice they suffered, Dean loved living there. He once told Sam that he was thinking about opening a shop to sell herbal medicines.
You see, Sam and Dean had almost the same abilities as warlocks: the telekinesis, the speed, the heightened reflexes. But Dean had the ability to heal people; and Sam was an empath.
The first time Sam discovered his ability, he was thirteen and there was a birthday party at Janine's house. They were playing truth or dare and one of the dares was that Sean had to kiss Janine, with tongue and everything. When their lips touched, it was like an explosion for Sam: he felt the excitement and crush from Sean, felt Janine's revulsion, felt the malice from everybody around them.
Needless to say, he left the party early. When Dean appeared to pick him up, in Aunt Harriet's old pickup, he could feel the concern and love radiating from Dean like waves enveloping his body.
From that day on, he closed himself off from people more than ever. The only person that he could open up to was Dean. His feelings were always like a wave, always circling him like a caress. He barely noticed as he grew even closer to Dean. He never felt comfortable around anyone else.
That is, until his senior year at school.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Sam looked up from his books and blinked. Standing there was one of the most beautiful girls he ever seen. She had brown hair that cascaded in waves over her shoulder. She was wearing a floral dress, the pink pattern delicately accentuating her curves.
"Ah…sure."
His 'companions' at the table, people who didn't have anyone else to sit with, barely nodded at the new girl. She sat and smiled at him, her white teeth blinding.
"I'm Sarah."
He shook her hand.
"Sam."
She smiled even more broadly and started unpacking her sandwich. He got back to his books.
"So…Sam. Doctor?"
He looked at her again.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Your heavy books. Nobody I've seen at this school so far is that much of a geek. So I'm guessing you wanna be a doctor?"
Sam smiled.
"Actually, I wanna be a lawyer."
Sarah whistled.
"Have you already decided which school?"
"I'm seeing a couple, but if I had to choose…" he approached her, lowering his voice. "It would be Stanford."
Funny, he never told that to anyone, not even his family. Sarah's smile widened and she pulled something out of her backpack.
"Cool! I want to go to California too, to San Francisco. Art school."
"Really, art school?"
"Yeah, my daddy runs an art gallery in town. He was transferred. Hey, you wanna go there one of these days?"
Sam's smile was sheepish.
"Sure, why not?"
Sam had no idea it was the beginning of the end.
Dean parked the car in front of the school, Led Zeppelin playing at a low volume. He climbed out and closed the door, going to rest against the hood. It would be another ten minutes before the school was out, so he lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. His aunts bitched a lot about this habit, but there was nothing they could really do about it because one of the things they taught him was the power of making his own choices.
Dean took another drag and looked at his watch. Sammy would be out of school any minute now, and Dean wanted surprise him, since he hadn't picked Sam up at school in a long while.
Lately Sam had been distant; more introverted; he kept to himself. It was like he was full of secrets and Dean didn't like that. Not one bit. They were closer than any brothers that he had ever known and that was because they didn't have secrets. Not like they did now, anyway.
The bell ringing brought Dean back from his musings. He dropped the cigarette on the floor and stomped on it, putting out the flame. His green eyes looked up, searching for his little brother, sending a message to Sam with his mind.
'Hey, Sasquatch.'
He smiled when Sam came through the metal doors and searched for him. He smiled wide, his dimples in full display as he ran down the stairs and stopped in front of him.
"What are you doing here, Dean?"
The older boy smirked.
"That means you don't want a ride?"
Sam punched him in the arm.
"Don't be a jerk, jerk."
"Redundancy fits you so well, little brother," said Dean, still smirking.
"Sam!"
The shout made both boys look. Sarah ran all the way down to meet with them. She smiled, a little out of breath. Dean arched his eyebrow.
"I'm glad I caught you before you left. I wanted to give you this," said the girl, extending a flyer to Sam. "It's an opening at my father's gallery this weekend. Wanna come over?"
Sam caught the flyer, blushing a little bit. Dean coughed politely.
"Oh yeah. Sarah, this is my brother Dean. Dean, this is Sarah, she was transferred here."
"Nice meeting you, Dean." Sarah smiled.
The older boy caught her hand, smirking.
"It's my pleasure, sweetie."
'Stop it, Dean!'
'Jealous your girlfriend will find me hotter than you?'
'Jerk.'
'Bitch.'
The quick mental bickering stopped and Dean let Sarah go. He put his arms around Sam's shoulders, squeezing his muscles.
"Unfortunately, dear, this weekend is Sammy's birthday and our family has a tradition for eighteenth birthdays."
Sam disentangled himself from Dean.
"It's not the whole weekend, Dean, and you know it."
"Are you gonna have a party, Sam?" asked Sarah, excited.
Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, but only for the family. Sorry, sweetheart."
Sam glared at him and turned to look at Sarah.
"I can go to the gallery on Sunday. Does that sounds okay for you?"
"Perfect! I'll see you there, then!" She turned to go to the school bus. "Bye, Sam. Bye, Dean."
Sam and Dean waved until she entered the yellow bus. As soon as the bus left, Sam pushed Dean against the car.
"What's your problem, dude?"
Dean glared at him.
"Let me go."
Sam pushed him one more time and huffed, entering the passenger's side of the Impala.
"Didn't go to work today?"
Dean entered on the driver's side, slamming the door.
"The wonders of having your own business, Sammy, you can close any time you like."
"My name is Sam."
"S-a-m-m-y," said Dean slowly, teasing.
Sam glared daggers at Dean as he laughed and started the car, driving away without delay. The younger boy stayed silent the whole way home, his somber mood making the skies above them dark and gray. Dean rolled his eyes as the house appeared in view.
"Stop it, emo-boy, I don't want it to rain today."
"Then stop being such a jerk, Dean. Why did you talk to Sarah like that?" Sam glared at Dean, saying his first words since they left school.
"You seriously wanted to invite her to the initiation? I wonder how that would go. 'Hey I'm gonna have a party for my birthday this weekend, but only family and witches are invited. Sorry.' Did you want me to say that?"
Damn, Sam hated it when Dean was right. He sighed deeply and the skies opened a little bit.
"Sorry." He looked away, listening to the sound of the engine as Dean parked the car. "It's just…she's my first friend, Dean. In, like, years. I'm glad she's not from around here so she couldn't have heard the stories about us yet. So let me savor it before she turns her back on me too, okay?"
Dean sighed and turned off the engine. He crossed the distance and pulled Sam into his arms, hugging him by the shoulders.
"I know it's tough, but soon you're gonna be out of hig school. And then, you can be whatever you want."
Sam closed his eyes, sinking his face on Dean's shoulders, his scent invading his senses.
"Even if what I want to do is go to college?"
Dean stiffened. Sam pulled away, biting his bottom lip.
"Dean, I…"
"No Sam, don't." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Even…even if you want to go to college, you know I would be there for you, little brother. It's just…it's the first I've heard about this, so…"
"Sorry for not saying anything earlier. But I wanted to be sure first and…" Sam crossed his arms, looking away.
Dean approached, his fingers sliding through his hair.
"Hey, don't be like that. Tell you what, after your birthday party, we can talk about this as much as you want to, okay?"
Sam looked at his brother, smiling shyly.
"Promise?"
Dean smiled back.
"Promise. Now let's go inside, the aunts are dying to know what is taking so long inside the car."
Sam laughed and followed Dean out of the vehicle. For now, everything would be fine. At least he hoped so.
TBC.
