Starting Over

Chapter 2

WARNING: This chapter gets pretty explicate! If you don't like it, skip the italics!

Loud banging echoes into an exhausted Dean as he achingly sits up in bed, "I'm awake Mary…" his reply is just above a whisper.

The banging stops and is replaced with stopping and the sound of the front door slamming as Mary leaves the house to head to work.

The achy young man stands and begins to get himself ready for another day of college. He never liked school that much, but he chose to go to get away from his 'home' as much as possible. Even if it sometimes caused him pain.

Once he was fully dressed, he picked up his books and started to make his way down the road, trying to reach the bus stop in time. Of course he arrives just in time to see the buss fading into the distance down the road.

"Son of a bitch…" Dean growled under his breath as he started to walk in the same direction as the bus drove off. He only lived a few miles from the school, but his body was still hurting from his mother's 'love' the night before.

Dean walked steadily for around 45 minutes before he heard some familiar, and horrifying, voices.

"Hey look! It's the bitch that can't afford to get around!"

"Why don't you call your dad for a right? Oh wait, you can't!"

"I bet he didn't want to fuck his mom, so she made him walk!"

The insults just kept coming as a convertible with three larger men slowly drove next to him as he walked along the side walk. Dean kept quiet, he felt too defeated to interact. It wasn't even noon yet.

One of the men jumped out of the slow moving car the ran up to Dean, knocking him in the back of the head. "I thought after high school you were supposed to change everything? You said you'd leave! Why are you still here bitch, no one wants you, not even your mom..."

Dean could feel his eyes heat up with unshed tears as he refused to look up at the man in front of him.

"C'mon Michael, we have to go live our lives, leave the bitch to his books" the driver shouted out to the man outside of the car.

"Fine, whatever you say Gadreel!" Michael knocked all of the books out of Dean's hands as the man in the back seat reached from the car and shoved Dean to the ground, "Good one Raphael!"

The men drove off laughing as Dean fell into a fit of sobs.

A hand reaches out and rests it's self onto Dean's shoulder, startling him. "It's ok Dean, it's just me…"

A young man with blue eyes smiles sadly down at the sobbing boy on the ground. "Why don't you skip and come with me today? We can hand out with Luci…"

Dean smiles up at the man and nods, "I haven't missed this quarter yet, one day won't hurt… (much)"

Sam rushed out of his house and down the street, his dad laughing at him from the junk yard to the side of their house. "You gotta stop oversleeping Sammy! Lucifer won't always let you keep your job!"

"Sorry dad! Love you!"

Sam's long legs helped him race down the side walk quickly and within a few minutes his destination was within sight, Angel Sanctuary, a non-profit organization designed to help people down on their lick get back on their feet. Sam was one of the event organizers and a helper volunteer when Lucifer didn't have him trying to run the company.

Lucifer was walking around the lobby, tending to different people when Sam busted through the door, nearly killing an old woman from shock. "Late again Sam….c'mon man."

Sam smiled at the man as he scratched the back of his head, adorably awkward of Sam's signature move. That innocent move always got him off the hood with Lucifer. "sorry Luci, I over slept… again"

"What am I going to do with you?" Lucifer walked over and swung an arm around Sam's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Maybe I should punish you like in high school?"

Sam's face turned bright red as the other man sauntered away from him, a smug look on his face. Sam suddenly has memories of him and the other man doing unspeakable things in locker rooms, empty classrooms, teacher bathrooms and more.

"Better get to work Sam, my little brother will be here soon!" Sam shook his head and quickly grabbed a nearby note book and placed it in front of his crotch.

"Y-yea, just gunna use the bathroom real fast!"

Sam practically ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He placed the notebook on the sink and turned to lower the toilet seat lid so he could sit down.

Once seated, Sam unzipped his pants and gently rubbed his fingers over his, already, aching groin through his boxers. He let out a small moan as his own touch as he worked his cock through the opening of the front of his boxers.

Sam closed his eyes and licked the palm of his right hand, making it slick with saliva. He used that slick hand to wrap around his cock and let his mind wonder to years before.

Lucifer pushed his lips against Sam's aggressively as he pressed his smaller body against Sam's bigger one. Luci's hand gripped Sam's cock hard as he jerked it. Their bodies were hidden perfectly behind the bleachers of their gym as all of their classmates cheered for the pep-rally currently happening.

Sam ran his hands up and Luci's chest through his shirt and then mad his way down to the bulge in his pant. At Sam's touch, Lucifer bucked his hips, grinding his clothed cock hard against Sam's hand.

Sam quickly pulled Luci's cock out from his pants and started to rub his head against his own. This caused both boys to moan in pleasure. Sam then pushed Luci's hand away from his cock so he could grab both of their members in his one, over sized, hand and stroke them both together.

Lucifer bit his lower lip and started to hump with Sam's pumping. He was getting close to his limit. The situation they were in, surrounded by people, the scenario was driving him crazy. Soon Lucifer couldn't take it anymore and he shoved San off and jerked his pants down and spun him around.

Sam, a little shocked, allowed the actions and licked the pre-cum off the palm of his hand. He then wet a few of his fingers and started the prep himself right in front of Lucifer. Luci's cock twitched in excitement while watching the bigger man finger himself.

Lucifer jerked his cock hard to Sam's seductive actions and used his pre-cum as lube to coat the head of his cock. After two or three minutes he couldn't wait anymore and he forced Sam's hand away and just shoved himself in.

Sam has to hold back a loud moan as Lucifer's cock nailed the perfect spot on the first hit. Sam then had to bite down on his own shirt as Luci started to feverishly fuck him in to the brick wall under the bleachers.

Their bodies became one as they both held each other tight, trusting hard and fast together. Sam began to drool from pleasure as Luci started to pull his hair and slam as hard as he could.

Just as the band started to play loudly above them, the two cried out in bliss as Lucifer cam deep inside of Sam, and Sam spilled his seed all over the brick wall he was shoved up against.

Sam gripped his cock tightly as he came hard into toilet paper he held at his tip. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were glazed over, but the pleasure was satisfying.

Cass and Dean made their wait into Lucifer's building, shocked to not see the older man running around.

"Lucifer!?" Cass shouted as he walked behind the reception counter, no sigh of his older brother.

"Cass, what are you doing?" Sam asked as he calmed walked up to the shorter, younger man.

Cass looked up and whispered to Sam, "I need help, I have a friend that isn't doing great…he doesn't know why we are here."

Dean just stood awkwardly near the door, glancing around. He knew Cass and Lucifer but that was all. He didn't know many people and he certainly didn't know any of the people staring at him in the mini lobby was standing in.

Sam and Cass walked out from behind the counter and Dean looked up to Cass and then Sam. Once he locked eyes with Sam he forgot how to breath. Sam was tall and broad, his hair was shoulder length and shiny. He looked like an angel. Dean could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Sam locked eyes with Dean and his heart instantly broke. The boy's eyes were clearly exhausted from crying, but still a beautiful green, his skin was pale and marred with brusies and scraps.

"Hey, my name is Sam" Sam was gental with his voice, not knowing how Dean mentally was just yet.

Dean could sense the strange softness in the older man's voice. He huffed and glared at him, he hated being treated special because of how he looked sometimes. "Dean…"

"Well, Dean, Lucifer is busy, but I could talk to you if you like."

The comment made Dean instantly mad at his friend as he turned to glare daggers at Cass. Cass just smiled at him and whispers, "I know you hate me right now, but they can help you out here. It's why Lucifer made this place!"

Dean let out an annoyed sigh and nodded to Sam, whom then motioned for him to follow as he walked away from Cass. Dean followed the taller man down a small hall to a room near the back.

The room was a light blue color with beanbags, a love seat, and too many pillows to count. It looked like a reader's best friend would be this room.

"This is my custom room. I love reading and watching stuff on my laptop while laying on tones of pillows…" Sam flashed a sweet smile to Dean, which made him look away. "C'mon, pick anywhere to sit."

Dean looked around and decided that they oversized beanbag would make a good nest, he was right.

Sam let himself fan girl out in his head when he watched Dean get comfy on the beanbag like a cute child or an adorable kitten.

Dean let out a content sigh as he finished making his nest out of pillows and the beanbag. "So why are we hear?"

"Just to talk…" it was a simple and direct answer. Dean liked that.

"The sky is blue; the grass is green; my shirt is red…" Dean just started to say random things, obviously wanting Sam to indicate what exactly they were supposed to be talking about.

Sam got the hint and took out a small recorder from his pocket, pressed record, and looked at Dean – whom never realized the recorder was present- "So, why don't you tell me about yourself Dean?"

Dean looked over with the best 'are you serious' face he could muster. Sam just smiled and nodded, telling Dean to start. "Well…" he took a deep breath and looked at the fuzzy pillow in his hands, "My name is Dean, I'm named after my….mom's mom Deanna. She was murdered. My mom never let that go, but she was happy with dad. Then dad died. He died when I was 8…my mom. Well. Mary, she took it hard. She's still taking it hard. That happened 10 years ago."

Sam tilted his head when he heard Dean use the name Mary. "Mary?"

"Yea, my mom doesn't like me calling her mom. She told me to call her Mary." Dean looked up to Sam, he was sitting and just ready to keep listening. This made Dean sigh and keep going. "Mary keeps to herself. She wakes me with banging on my door and leaves the house, then she comes home and just stays in the kitchen or her room." He leaves out the parts where she likes to take her anger out on him each night.

Sam can feel like he isn't getting everything, but he knows that they just met.

"I'm in college, I want to be a mechanic."

Sam smiled, "I went to school for phycology. Why do you want to be a mechanic?"

Dean smiled as he looked off into space, "my dad, he loved cars. His favorite was his 67 impala. Mary has run it into the ground. I want to fix it someday."

The air around Dean just lightened up as he spoke about his dad, "So tell me about your dad,"

"He was awesome, ya'know? He always put me first. He even made my mo-Mary happy. She smiled all the time. He made us all a Family. He used to take me out in the impala and we could go on adventures. Well to me they were adventures, but in reality they were trips to the mall." Dean chuckled to himself.

Sam grinned at the smile on Dean's face. The smile made Dean's eyes practically glow. Sam couldn't stop staring.

"Then in August when I was 8, my dad's shop caught on fire and he died saving Cass's dad. They used to work together."

Sam nodded, he did recall an accident when he was 12 with Luci's dad. Must've been the same event.

Dean kept telling more stories and Sam just sat and listened. Something about this kid was captivating Sam. He didn't want the boy to stop talking.

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