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Dean pulled himself up from under the car, dusting himself off. Working in a garage wasn't the cleanest job, but it certainly paid the bills and it was something he enjoyed.

AC/DC's Back In Black was playing on the radio and Dean couldn't help but nod his head and hum along to it as he pillaged his tool box looking for the right one.

Looking at the rusty old Chevy that some old guy had brought in for repair, he thought of his Impala. Beautiful, perfect and his. Just like Sam.

Sam had always been attractive. Ever since Dean could remember, Sam had always looked beautiful to him. And once puberty had kicked up in him it had been very hard for Dean not to pin his little brother down and fuck his ass within an inch of life.

He remember telling his Dad when he was almost 18 how he felt. His Dad had let him drink a beer and another and then another. Dean was piss drunk, and he really felt he needed to share it with somebody. They rarely stayed in a place long enough for him to get close enough to somebody other than Sammy or his Dad to tell anyone these things.

He remembered the shocked and horrified look upon John Winchester's face as he told him that he was in love with Sam. Beyond that of a brother, or even just a friend. He wanted him. He remembered telling his Dad how one day, he wanted to be with Sammy.

"Y'know, when Sammyboy's all grown up," Dean slurred, drunk. "I'mean, he must want me too right? S'only natural. How could he not? M'all he has, 'part from you".

"Dean you need help son. This kind of thing, it's not normal," said John, seemingly gathering himself out of his shocked stupor. "I can't believe I've left you alone with him all this time, damnit!".

What happened after that wasn't too good for John. Was a good move on Dean's part though. Because now he had Sam all to himself. No one else's, mine! Dean thought zealously.

"Hey Dean, looky here what I got!," said Larry, Dean's co-worker. He was holding up his phone showing a picture of his girlfriend naked with Larry fingering her with four fingers. He smiled proudly at Dean.

Dean smiled and gave a little laugh. "Nice bro, you and her still going strong in the bedroom then?,". He knew that Larry and his girlfriend had been stretching the limits of their sex life for a while now.

"Yep, she's even agreed to let me tie her up and spank her," Larry said grinning ear to ear like the cat that got the cream.

"Really? Fuck, I bet that's hot," said Dean casually, still working on the old truck. In truth, he did find that hot, very very hot. He briefly began to imagine what his Sammy would look like tied up and red raw.

"Yeah, dude! I can't wait. I have this whole night planned out tonight mm, it's gonna be good," said Larry leaning back against the truck next to Dean. "So how about you Dean, any pussy in your immediate future?,".

"Eh, you know me," said Dean flashing a grin Larry's way.

"Yeah, I do!," said Larry, punching Dean playfully on the arm and laughing. "You got some nice little piece of ass lined up haven't you?,".

"I sure as hell have a nice piece of ass lined up," Dean replied cockily, imaging Sam's cute little butt impaled on Dean's rod. He shook his head to clear it of all the sexually charged images, otherwise his downstairs brain might get a little too impatient and need servicing immediately.

Larry kept on talking, about his girlfriend, parents to be honest Dean stopped listening and "Hmm"'d and "Ahh"'d at the right points and carried on working. His phone went off up on the desk on the other side of the room and Dean instantly got up to check it. It could only be Sam, really so he had to make sure was okay. He had texted him asking if he was okay about 20 minutes earlier, making sure to account for Sam's class schedules.

Im good Dean, but Im gonna go out for a few hours with a friend after school is that ok? Thnx, Sam

No! No, it was not okay! Not in Dean's book. How dare he! Thought Dean angrily. It had better not be with some bitch or bastard for sex or so help me god I'll kill the slut. It wouldn't be the first time Dean had killed to keep Sam his own.

"Listen, Larry I gotta go. Something has came up, my little bro needs me, can you cover for me?," Dean asked Larry, not even bothering to listen to his reply as he grabbed the keys to his Impala.

As he walked out of the garage to his car Larry called out "Sure dude, is everything okay though?,".

"Everything's gonna be, as long as I drag my bro's ass home right now," Dean answered, smiling to make his reply seem less threatening.

If anyone touches my Sammy, I'll kill 'em. And goddamnit, if Sammy does anything with anyone I'll make him very fucking sorry, he's mine no one elses! Thought Dean as he drove towards Sam's school desperate to catch him before he left.

"So, you're tellin' me you live with your brother alone.. Without parents around to tell you what to do?," asked Jason amazed at Sam's admission of his parentless life.

"Oh no, my brother is plenty bossy," Sam replied smiling gently. "He more than makes up for my parents not being here. I just do as he says because otherwise he goes nuts and I get punished,". He had really come to like Jason. He was around the same height as Dean, which was about a foot above Sam. He had beautiful blue eyes and a friendly, optimistic nature which made the older boy seem a lot more fun to be around then Dean. Dean had gotten more and more moody lately and Sam really craved some fun, upbeat company.

"Oh damn that sucks," Jason said frowning before a smile lit his face and he started cracking up laughing.

"What's so damn funny?," asked Sam, confused. Is Jason sadistic or something? Thought Sam. Maybe he just doesn't realise what I mean by "punished".

"Whipped by your own brother!," answered Jason, laughter turning into giggles.

Sam pushed him against the shoulder, knocking him back onto the grass they were sitting on outside of the school. "Shut up!," he said but couldn't help but giggle along with Jason.

"Anyway, tell me more about where you live. Because I don't wanna go too far Jason," said Sam. He already concerned about Dean's lack of reply to him asking to go. He had already made plans to go back to Jason's house to play some video games so he hoped Dean wasn't too mad about it.

"I told you Sammy, it's 20 minutes away from here near that big shopping mall, " replied Jason, sitting upright, brushing grass off his jacker.

Sam sighed and said "Yeah and I told you Jason, it's Sam, not Sammy,".

"Whatever!," said Jason, giggling some more as Sam playfully throttled him. "Oh hey dude, is that your brother? Damn he looks pretty angry,".

Sam whipped his head around and saw Dean striding towards both him and Jason with a look of pure fury on his face. Sam realised he still had his hands around Jason's throat and he knew Dean didn't like it when he touched other people, so he instantly let go of Jason.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my Sammy?," shouted Dean as soon as he was halfway near Sam. "Get off of him you little rat!,".

"Dean wait it's not wha-," Sam began but was cut off once Dean reached him. Dean grabbed him by his neck and pulled him up away from Jason.

"I don't care, you're coming home, right now!," Dean half shouted in Sam's now tear stricken face.

"Hey wait a second dude you can't jus-," Jason started, getting up and staring at Sam caught in his brother's grip.

"Shut up! He's my brother not yours, and you'll stay away from him if you know what's good for you, prick," Dean interrupted, with a look on his face that made Jason believe every word out of Dean's mouth.

Sam was shoved roughly into the Impala by Dean and tried counting backwards from 1000 as the car ride proved to be even more silent and intense than that of yesterday's mini meltdown.

He could literally feel the waves of rage and fury rippling off Dean. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd done but Dean had done this a few times before and Sam thought he knew roughly what made Dean get this angry.

Any time he talked to another guy or touched one Dean would lose all control and normally fight like a wounded animal. So he carried on counting backwards from 1000 until they finally reached the bungalow.

Sam hurried into the house with Dean walking more slowly behind him. Sam rushed to his bedroom, too scared to look back at Dean.

The last time Dean had been this angry with him, Sammy had gotten locked in a closet for two days without food. Dean didn't mess about. Afterwards he told Sam it was for his own good. Sam doubted it but he rarely if ever argued back with Dean.

"Do you know what you just done to me back there?," Dean asked quietly through Sam's closed bedroom door.

Sam was afraid to answer but knew that if he didn't, he might make things worse.

"Um.. Dean.. No I don't.. I just-" Sam stumbled nervously.

"You cheated on me Sammy," Dean said, almost sadly.

"What?," Sam said confused at Dean's choice of words before they finally sunk in. "Cheated on you? Dean we're not together.. We're.. We're brothers that would be wrong.".

Silence. Nothing coming from the other side of the door.

"That would be wrong, Dean. We're not together," Sam repeated, more firmly this time.

"Well we should be!," Dean shouted through the door before pushing it open roughly and looming over Sam. "I can't fight this anymore Sammy baby. I love you and I want you. I know you want me too, I've seen the way you look at me sometimes,".

"N-No, Dean, stop," said Sam back away in fear of the manic and lustful gleam in his brother's eyes. "I mean it Dean please you're scaring me,".

"Oh c'mon. I know you want it," Dean replied, smiling this time as Sam fell back onto his bed. "You don't have to hit on dicks like that boyfriend of yours to get fucked, I'm right here,".

"No!," Sam said sternly, trying to convince Dean not to go through with what he thought he was going to. "Stop it Dean, get out of my bedroom,".

Dean laughed and looked at him. "Remember who the big brother is here Sammy, baby," said Dean gently, descending upon Sammy, gently nibbling at his brother's earlobe. "You're not in any position to be telling me anything.. I've waited so long for this,".