Author's note: So here is chapter two, people seemed to like it so I'm gonna make it a series. This one is a blow job. Like I said I'm gonna raise the rating as I go. I'm so glad people like it 3 It would be nice to hear some suggestions for later chapters. I don't know if you guys wanna keep it Vanilla, or do you Want me to add in kinks or what? Anyway as always I don't own any of the characters in Supernatural. And I hope you guys enjoy 3

-Jen

Sam had school the next day. Sam loved school, but not when it got in the way of his newly redefined relationship with his brother.

"Rise and Shine Sammy," Dean said yanking the covers off the boy like he did every morning. Breakfast was on the table, a triple cheese burger with fries and a cold beer for Dean, and some cereal and fruit for Sam. There was really no such thing as a triple cheese burger on the menu. Dean had just flirted with the waitress until she got the scowling cook to add another layer to the double burger he got every morning. Dean got one every day like clockwork since they'd been here. And Sam was still dumbfounded that Dean was just as lean and fit as he'd been his whole life. Sam shoveled forkfuls of the mixed berries and cantaloupe into his mouth, while watching in horror and disgust as his brother somehow fit his mouth on that burger, grease dribbling down his chin and on his lips making them glisten. Great. The last thing Sam needed before going to school was a reminder of how fucking hot Dean's lips looked. He really didn't wanna be the kid hiding his hard on all day. I mean, he's sixteen so that's basically what every boy his age does anyway. But it still wasn't fun.

"Alright dude," he said after downing his beer, "I'll drop you off." Dean seemed so casual, like nothing had happened last night. Sam was starting to think that maybe he'd just imagined it. Sam took one more bite before grabbing his backpack and following Dean to the car. He wanted to ask so badly. Did Dean regret it? Did it even really happen or was he dreaming?

He sat down in the passenger's seat, barely even noticing the blasting guns 'n' roses. He was too busy worrying about Dean. What if it happened and now Dean was regretting it, and disgusted with him. No. No way was Sam gonna let himself take a step back now, he wanted Dean. He'd had Dean and he wasn't gonna let Dean walk away now.

"Dean?" He shut off the music when they were at a red light, looking over at his brother.

"Hey, what's the big idea shutting off the music?" He looked over but stopped when he saw the almost pleading look on Sam's face. "What's wrong Sammy?"

"Last night…You don't- you don't regret it do you?" Dean didn't answer right away and that made Sam's stomach twist into knots. When they hit another red light, he leaned out pressing his lips to Sam's.

"You're an idiot sometimes, ya know that Sammy? Course I don't regret it." A wave of relief rushed over Sam and he felt a smile creep onto his face.

School was long and boring, now that Dean was out of school, they didn't get to have lunch together, which meant they couldn't talk. Sam sat alone, like always. This new school had more cliques than any school he'd ever been to before. Even the nerds laughed at Sam, he wasn't a baby anymore, it's not like he actually cared if he had friends at school, but it didn't mean he wasn't still missing having someone sit beside him at lunch.

"Hey! Winchester!" A senior, Kale Bradley, walked over with his little gang of thugs all bigger and stronger than Sam but Sam was 99.9% sure he could take them all on at once if he had to. Not that he wanted to.

"Saw that older guy drop you off again, what are you? Some kinda fag hooker?" The guys laughed and Sam rolled his eyes, because being called a fag hooker was not even worth a response. He stood up to leave.

The guy shoved Sam back hard, "Where the fuck do you think you're going fag?" The boys crowded in on him. He really didn't feel like getting into a fight today. But before he knew it Kale's fist was smashing into his face, surprisingly hard. "Fuck…" Sam muttered hand moving up to cover his eye. He punched back, knocking the boy out cold. The other's backed away and Sam turned to see the principal glaring at Sam. "My office. Now"

"Mr. Winchester, if you are indeed acting guardian to this boy, you must know that we have no choice but to send Sam home for the rest of the day and file a repot with the police" The principal frowned at Sam, "You're such a smart young boy, why would you do something like this?"

Dean slammed his hands on her desk, standing up. "He wouldn't do it if he wasn't provoked. That fucking senior kid hit him first, and if you don't do something to punish him, I will. And I promise you, your forms of punishment will be a hell of a lot more humane! I'll fucking kill him! Little bastard."

"Mr. Winchester sit down now." The principal glared, waiting for Dean to take a seat before continuing. "Now I understand your anger, but I can't have you threatening one of my students. Do you understand?"

"Well what about Sammy, huh? Why aren't you protecting the kid with a black eye?!"

"Because he knocked the other boy out cold and now that boy's in the hospital."

Dean visibly relaxed at this, patting Sam on the back, "That's my boy."

"Mr. Winchester please. I won't ask you again."

Dean stood up grabbing Sam to let him follow, "I'll homeschool him then, we don't need your school lady." He pulled Sam out and to the car in a hurry; once they were inside he cupped Sam's face, rubbing the calloused pad of his thumb across Sam's black eye.

"I'm fine De, it's not like this is the first time I've gotten punched. I mean really, you've given me worse than this in training."

"Not on purpose," Dean insisted, he always went easy on Sammy, even when it made their dad yell.

"I'm fine Dean."

They drove home without another word; Sam could tell Dean was still internally debating the brutal future-murder of Kale Bradley. Sam walked inside, plopping down on the couch, tossing his backpack on the floor before kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"What are we gonna tell dad? He's gonna be pissed when he finds out I got sent home and they filed a police report!."

Dean shrugged, "Didn't seem to care when I got suspended for fighting. So you should be fine, suspension trumps cop call."

"That's because he was used to it."

Dean waved his hand dismissing Sam's question before looking down at the boy, he kissed right over Sam's hurt eye and it made Sam shiver. Dean was never like this, sure he got mad when Sam got hurt, and he always seemed concerned, but this was different. It was a gentle look that frankly, he only saw Dean use with girls.

"Does it hurt bad?" He whispered leaning in and letting their lips touch for a moment, Dean was an amazing kisser, even soft little pecks like that sent jolts of electricity running through his spine.

Sam shrugged, "It's not too bad," he tried to play it off as casual but he was a little breathless, completely intoxicated by Dean's taste and smell. Dean kissed him again; a few slow kisses before Sam parted his lips letting Dean explore his mouth. He was amazed by the way Dean could turn things like kissing, which normally to Sam was pleasant but not necessary, into a thing Sam needed more than air. Dean pulled away, nipping at his bottom lip.

"Want me to make it feel better?" He whispered, hot breath right against Sam's lips giving Sam the fucking fastest hard on he's ever gotten in his life. Dean was pure sex, now he could definitely see why all those girls just let him do anything he wanted, he'd only been kissing Dean for a minute or so and he was ready to give Dean anything and everything he had.

He nodded breathless as he watched Dean move off the couch and drop to his knees in front of his brother. He slid Sam's pants off the moved till he was placing wet open-mouthed kisses on the boy's clothed cock. Sam would like to say he groaned like men are supposed to when someone's about to suck your cock. But no, he definitely whimpered, like a lost puppy, not really sure how to feel until Dean was pulling Sam's cock out of his boxers and putting it in his- "Oh god.." Sam let his head fall back at he tried to push himself further into Dean's mouth. It was so hot and wet and his tongue was sliding around every inch of it. "Dean.. Dean that's fucking amazing," He panted out.

He let his eyes slip shut as Dean continued, licking and sucking, bobbing his head up and down, taking his brother in deeper and deeper each time. Sam was in heaven. Or even if he wasn't, if hell had Dean there, and Dean could suck his cock, Sam would be fine with hell too.

"Dean, I'm not gonna last, so fucking hot like this." He bucked his hips up making Dean gag a bit before resuming his actions. Before he knew it he was coming hard down Dean's throat, panting, lost in the bliss of it all.

"That was…" Sam panted, "That was amazing."

Dean looked up at him now, wiping his mouth off and kissing Sam again. "Told you I could make you feel better Sammy." He smirked, "didn't take you very long though."

Sam gave him his signature bitch face but it cracked into a smile as he pulled Dean down for more kisses.

They spent hours like that, kissing, just enjoying each other's company, Sam really couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing. Actually…he could.

"De," he pulled away biting his lip, "I want to do it." Dean gave him a confused look before realization hit his face. He gave Sam a cautious look.

"Sammy, are you sure..?"