A/N: Hey there! So, chapter 3 is up! This chapter is RATED M FOR EXPLICIT DEPICTION OF BLOW JOB.
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As soon as the middle Winchester had shut the door of the house he turned around and pinned the younger man on the wall next to the door. "What the hell Dean I told you-" "Today its freaking Sunday Sam. You went to school on Friday-" "Exactly Dean, I went to school and-" "...And..." The older man said moving closer to Sam and lowering his voice "...we made love that night as well as earlier today and none of those times did I see a mark like that on your wrist. And I am as sure as hell I didn't do it, because that's not a mark I would leave on you Sam. This is a mark from someone who was standing in front of you and then grabbed your wrist and turned you around, putting your hand behind your back." Dean said anger in his voice.
"Are you done playing Sherlock Holmes? Because if you are, I would like to get back inside now. Its freaking cold out here." Sam stated, his voice tired but steady. "Did he do it back at Omaha?" Dean said voice rising. "Sam, did dad put his hands on you? Did he hit you?" Sam's breath was caught up in his throat, his eyes were unclear and blurred. He did, didn't he?" Dean asked voice breaking. "When Sam?" But Sam couldn't find his voice. All he could do was turn his face away from those piercing eyes.
"Sam, I swear, if you don't spill it out..." Dean warned shaking his brother's shoulders in an attempt to get an answer. "What difference does it make Dean? In Omaha, or here its no big deal he just grabbed my hand, its not a big deal." The younger man repeated, mostly to convince himself, rather than Dean, as he freed himself from his brother's hold and headed towards the back of the house.
"Here? What do you mean-" but then it hit him, he and Bobby had being in the kitchen for quite some time. Dean followed his brother and they both entered the small shelter the old man had built himself, a shelter Dean had used as a garage to fix the Impala, many times in the past. The lights were on and Bobby's, now crippled car, was in the middle of the room, occupying almost all of it.
"Sam, why did he-" "Dean... Just let it drop, I... It was my fault, alright?" "No, no its not alright, its way too far from it. Has this ever happened before Sam?" Asked the green eyed man and feared the answer. But he was wrong to fear the words which could come out of Sam's mouth. What he should be afraid of, were the words which never did came out.
And then, when all Dean got from his brother was deafening silence he was sure he would throw up. His stomach flipped and he felt the muscles of his right hand twitching uncontrollably. "Dean... It was just one time a few weeks ago, he was drunk and he just shove me on the wall and said stuff, nothing more, I swear." said the younger man and tried to get a hold of Dean's hand only to be pushed away in the process.
"'Just?' Sam? 'Just one time?' 'Just shove you on the wall?'" Said the older man, his voice filled with irony, anger and anguish. His jaw was clinched and his green eyes wide open."Dean its not your fault, it was mine, both times-" "No, no, no, that's it, I will-" "What Dean? I told you, he was drunk back then and-" Sam answered back, but all the older man could see was red. "And what? This is not an excuse, and even if it is, he wasn't drunk today!" "And what are you going to do Dean? He is our dad, he is our family-" Sam tried to say, only to be interrupted.
"He hit you! And I was in the next room! So, this is what I am going to do, I am going to get in there and fulfill the promise I made him earlier on that road." Said Dean and turned around to leave the room, only to be stopped by the sound of Sam's hand punching the wall.
"Sam, what the hell, you wanna break your hand or something?" Dean asked annoyed. "You... you pleaded me... to stay, to not leave you out of fear for your life, out of fear that you might die, while protecting me." Sam said his voice trembling. He turned around and faced his brother. "Now, I am the one asking, pleading you, begging you to stay, Dean... let it go please." Sam pleaded the older man.
"No, Sam, just no, its not the same." "No, you are right Dean, its not, but if you go in there, you will end up spilling up what's really going on between us. And that means, dad will shove me in a car and he will make damn sure we don't ever get to see each other again." "Oh really? Well then, I'll just have to make sure he can't do that." Dean shot back.
"Dean, stop, stop it!" Sam yelled and lanced himself on Dean, pushing them both backwards until the older man hit the front part of Bobby's car. His long hand took a hold of Dean's face and held it tight, only an inch away from his own."He is our dad Dean, you love the guy. Hell, I do too, so please... please... don't do this to yourself. Don't even think of it. Because you can't, hurt him and that's more than normal. You wouldn't hurt him Dean, just like you wouldn't hurt me." "No Sam,you I wouldn't hurt, I would rather die. But him... Him I will-" But before the older man could say one more word Sam's hot mouth was over his.
Sweet, cinnamon tasting lips, brushed over his own as a wet tongue licked his teeth clean, asking for entrance. And Dean obeyed, like he always had. He let Sam claim his mouth, putting up no fight at first. But as soon as Sam's tongue had licked every corner, Dean returned the kiss, attacking Sam's mouth, biting his bottom lip and almost chewing it with his teeth, while moisturizing it with his tongue.
The kiss grew hotter every second and Dean could feel his anger transforming into pure, boundless, almost, no, certainly, sinful lust. Sam's hands traveled fast beneath Dean's shirt, tracing 'S' after 'S' on Dean's muscular chest and belly, while Dean's gun callused ones messed with Sam's hair. "Sam this is not a good way to distract me from..."
But Dean lost his ability to form a sentence as soon as he was pushed further back and he was lied down- well, as much as possible- on the front part of Bobby's car. Hot lips kissed his, now exposed neck, tenderly and licked and nipped Dean's pulse point. At the same time, long hands moved further down, undoing the baton and zipper of his jeans, and sliding in his boxes. "Sam, stop-" "I know you would... rather die than hurt me Dean. But you have to understand, what happened today was… something dad did while he was angry, that's all. Sam said, voice getting thicker by the second. Dean's green eyes were wide and their hue was much darker than before.
Sam lowered Dean's boxes as far as they could go, given the fact that the older man still wore his jeans in order to not touch the hood of the car naked. He then, knelled on the floor to be able to do what he was about to do, better. But before going further, he cast a glance at his brother. "You told me to stop Dean, so, if you want me to stop...Say it, and I will." Dean knew why Sam was saying that. His younger sibling would never do something Dean didn't want him to do. Plus, most of the times, it was Dean who was on the top, so this was somewhat unusual.
"Just answer me this, Sammy." The older man said, cupping Sam's jaw with his palm, coaxing him into getting back on his feet. As soon as the younger man did, Dean drew him close to him, ignoring the way his hardening cock was touching the younger man's jeans. "Are you doing this only to distract me from going in there and kicking dad's ass all over?" he said, voice tight.
"No... I would never do this for the sake of 'just' distracting you, I want this." "But... your main goal remains to distract me right?" Dean asked, keeping Sam's face still, despite the younger man's attempts on lowering it again. "Dean... The way I see it, I am the reason you will get in there and have a fight with dad.. And I know how you feel about him, how much you admire him... So, i could never, I would never, ask you to choose between dad and me."
"Sam, this has nothing to do with making me choose... After all, I am just doing what he taught me to. I am taking care of you Sammy. I am just... adding a few more sections to my task." Said Dean, all while his gun callused hands cupped Sam's face, bringing it even closer. His lips turned into a smirk, as he watched the younger man's face flashing red.
The older man moved forwards covering the distance, reconnecting their lips in a slower, calmer, yet full of love, kiss. "Will you let me take care of you, for now?" whispered Sam. "Gladly, Sammy, if that's what you want to do...But know that I will have dad explaining this..." added Dean, slowly caressing Sam's wrist, while the younger man knelled on the floor between Dean's legs yet again.
"Oh fuck..." Said the older man as Sam's hand resumed the task of making Dean hard. "I just... need you here man, that's … that's all." Sam managed to say. "Oh, God Dean, I love the way I can make you hard in less than two minutes... The way your cock hardens in my grasp, the way it pumps at the same time as your heart beat..." Sam's lips kissed Dean's navel and licked the area around it, making Dean shiver violently. Sam could now feel pre come oozing from Dean's cock and so he moved his fingers from tip to base, technically spreading the hot white liquid all over Dean's cock as well as his own fingers.
Dean's breath was now shallow and quick, his hands stained with sweat ,found Sam's brown locks and grabbed them for dear life, without pushing him into taking his, now red cock, in his mouth though. "You, oh God... Sam its my job to keep you safe from everything and if that means-" "If you are able to talk, then I am doing a poor job." Sam said and used his wet with pre come fingers, to write 'YOURS' on Dean's belly. "Oh sonofabitch... Sam..." "Just... sit back and enjoy the show Dean." Sam whispered as his tongue started licking letter after letter made with white, fiery, 'ink' while his hand kept stroking Dean's hard cock.
"Sammy, I am-" "I know Dean... I am going to suck you off and you will come in my mouth, you will make a mess of me... of all of me Dean." Sam whispered as his lips kissed the tip of Dean's cock, sending shivers of pure pleasure to the older man. "Because I am yours." Not a moment later, Sam's mouth was concealing Dean's pumping member and he started moving his head back and forth, finding his own pace and mixing saliva with lots of pre come, but not going in too deep.
Dean could only stare back at him and fight the almost overwhelming urge to push forward and fuck Sam's mouth. No, that, he wouldn't do. It had only being a couple of months since Sam had somehow learn to swallow Dean's come, and the older man knew that he still wasn't comfortable with doing it. So, he grabbed Sam's hair tighter and used them as an anchor to hold himself still.
Sam's tongue ran over the tip, while his long fingers played with heavy balls and the pumping vein on the back of his brother's cock. Dean's low moan's were like the anthem of Life for Sam, and so, he widened his cheeks and took in more of Dean's length, feeling the tip touching the base of his throat. "Oh Sammy, fuck, baby boy you are awes-" But the older man found himself unable to utter another word, because Sam did something he had never done before. He used his free hand to spread Dean's legs as much as possible and then he pushed them forwards in order to get all of Dean's length in his mouth, to the point where heavy balls met his chin.
"Sammy, you... be careful baby boy... easy Sammy... oh...that's it, Sammy... son of a bitch, fuck... "Dean moaned. Sam gave Dean's balls a strong pull, while tracing lines down Dean's member with his teeth and tongue. He then flicked his tongue around the tip, gathering the slowly licking come and then he moved upwards, spreading it all over Dean's length.
"Fuck, fuck Sammy, baby boy, that's it...Sammy, I am going to..." Dean managed to warn, somewhere in between his moans and groans of pleasure. He felt his knees tremble and knowing that his brother couldn't support him with just one hand, he moved his body a few inches higher, in order to lie better on the hood of the car. As a result, Sam moved too, and for a splinted second Dean caught a glimpse of his brother's eyes. "Cristo..." he whispered because they were almost black. Sam lifted his eyes again and now Dean could see the tremendous amount of lust in them.
Sam pushed again, and Dean felt his stomach becoming a tight knot. "Sammy... I..." The younger man tagged Dean's heavy balls once again all while he took in Dean deep in his throat. He ever so slightly bit the sensitive flesh of Dean's cock and that was it.
That was enough to push Dean over the edge, as he came hard, real hard, shooting hot come down Sam's throat, making a mess of him, all while yelling his name. "Sammy!" Sam did indeed swallow as much as possible, but he then withdrew his mouth from Dean's cock and used his hands to help the older man get as much pleasure from his climax as possible.
He still gave a few slow strokes and he then lowered his head in an attempt to control his breathing. Dean on the other hand, remained where he was, body shuttering to pieces by the force of the climax and breath coming out in uneven, short gasps. "Oh fuck Sammy..." was all he could say as his vision was blurred by white spots...
When Dean came down from his high, at least, down to a certain point where he didn't see white spots anymore, he quickly put his boxes and jeans back on and knelled next to Sam who was trying to catch his breath. "Hey, hey, Sammy, you alright?" Dean asked after hearing the younger man coughing. He took his face in his hands and just stared at him for a second. He then, kissed him, slowly and carefully, tasting his own come, a taste bitter yet sweet, on Sam's lips.
"Well now I have to return the favor to my pain in the ass little brother right?" Dean said his lips turning into a smirk. "Dean, not here, not now, you can return the favor once we get upstairs." Sam said and then looked Dean straight in the eyes.
"I am tired, Dean. Of all this. Of the fighting, the training, the endless hunting... So I just... want you to... be here, and yes this is so chick flick, but I... I am too tired to care Dean. So, please, let what happened with dad go, act like it never did." Sam pleaded as Dean helped him to get back on his feet.
"Sammy...you know I can't and even if I could I don't want to-" "Say it again." the younger man whispered and his cheeks flashed red."What? " Dean asked surprised, but then his eyes widened. "I said it countless times when you were sucking me off. Is that why he did... this?" Dean asked as his hands brought Sam's bruised wrist to the level of his chest and placed it on his left palm, while his gun callused fingers ghosted over it.
"Answer me Sammy." "He... he asked me if I would let mom call me that. And I said ... that she wouldn't want this life for us and that it wasn't my fault what happened to her. But then he just shoved me on the wall and..." But Sam's words died in his throat as a sob emerged from deep inside.
Dean didn't say a word he just tagged Sam close to him and put his hands around his broad shoulders. "Shh... Sam, Sammy, come on now, baby boy, easy, take it easy." Dean said, coaxing his brother into calming down. He knew that Sam didn't usually cry, but after all that had taken place today, Dean could give him a free pass.
And so, they just stood there, for what could have been seconds, minutes, hours even, with Dean running his fingers through Sam's hair, while Sam's body was jolting from the sobs. "I am sorry... Dean,I am sorry..." Sam said, voice broken.
"Shh, Sammy, no, don't, just... just breathe alright? Listen to my voice and breathe." Dean whispered and vowed that he would make someone pay for all this, because this was the second fucking time, in a day, that Sam was begging for forgiveness because of their dad's cruelty. And that was something Dean wouldn't let go off.
As soon as Sam's breathing was back to normal, the two boys braced themselves, washed their hands in the small sink Bobby had in the room and got out of the small cabin, heading towards the Impala. "You take your book and your notes, leave the duffles to me little brother." Dean said and Sam obeyed. Once they were outside the door Dean spoke, voice low, sure.
"The only reason I am not making a mess right now Sam, is because you are tired and because I don't ever want..." At this point the older man cleared his throat in order to maintain his voice steady. "I don't ever want to see you that messed up again. When I saw you on that road...Well, lets just say that if I ever learn anything like what took place today happened again... I won't mind who will be standing in front of me Sammy." Dean said.
"Whether it is some random guy from school, who called you a freak, or Dad, or God himself, I will end him, if he ever hurts you again." Sam could only nod his head, he couldn't trust his voice to answer. "Well, lets get inside bitch." Dean said. "Jerk..." Sam whispered in return, but his words were swallowed by the cracking sound of the old door opening.
"Well, sure it took you long enough." John who was standing on the doorstep said, voice rather cold. Sam and Dean both froze. This could turn out really bad, for them both.
A/N: So, i hope you enjoyed it! If you have the time, please, tell me what you think! Thank you for reading anyway! In case anyone is interested, due to my studies, next chapter wil be posted on Sunday. Thank you all! See ya! A/N