Title: Am I Your Lover Or Your Brother?
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: N/C 17
Pairings: Sam/Dean, Wincest
Warnings: Language (Lots of Language), Smut, Violence, Wincest, Bottom!Sam, Bottom!Dean, Mental Abuse
Spoilers: Possible Up Through Season 7 (Here and There)
Summary: Au in which John keeps the boys apart telling each that the other died early in their childhood for different reasons. They meet at a college party and connect. When Sam figures out the truth will he tell Dean that he's his brother, or will Sam continue playing part of Dean's lover?
Ch. 4
Sam kept pacing the floor in his room in his apartment with Bobby. Dean, his brother Dean was still lying unconscious on the bed and Sam was growing more worried by the minuet. He honestly had no idea what was going to happen but he knew he needed Dean to be ok. Sam hoped that Dean's wounds hadn't gotten an infection or something but his brother's temperature seemed to be staying normal.
Meanwhile Bobby was pacing the kitchen floor wondering where the hell everything went so wrong. He never agreed with John's decision and neither did Pastor Jim but in the end Sam and Dean were his boys and they did what John asked them to. Keeping the boys apart proved hard, slipping one to one place while the other was with John and then back again. Bobby is actually kind of happy that they were able to find each other, he just wished the circumstances could be different.
Not too long after Sam and Bobby sat down for an awkward and very quiet dinner Dean started waking up. Sam was there to sooth him and keep him calm and to help make him comfortable. Sam explained that he knew Bobby because his father was a hunter and he'd sometimes stay with Bobby and Dean and him must have just missed each other over the years while being shuffled around. For the time being Dean seemed satisfied with that answer and asked Sam to stay while drifting back off to sleep.
"Dammit kid I didn't think you would actually go through with it. Your really not going to tell him are you?"
"I want to. I do. But I want to know what's going on first. I want to know why dad did this, and seeing as how you or Pastor Jim won't say a word and dad won't answer his goddamn phone as usual, I'm not saying anything. Once I know, I'll tell Dean. He can make his decision then."
"Dammit boy you can't keep this, whatever this is between you two, up! Your brothers, it's wrong! How do you think Dean's going to feel about this? Your his little brother! He carried you out of that fire only to later be told you were killed anyway! He NEVER forgave himself thinking it was HIS fault and I never forgave your daddy for that!"
"Wait he blamed himself?...All these years..." Sam whispered while gently stroking over Dean's face. "DAMMIT DAD! Is it possible to hate the man anymore than I already do? How could he do that to Dean, to us? I need answers Bobby and this is exactly why I'm not telling Dean until I've got them! I need to be able to know how to handle it, what exactly to say to make the sting not so bad for him. I love him and he will NOT go through what I am right now ok?"
"I get it Sam, I really do but I don't think Dean is going to see all this that way. Just, be careful...and no screwing while I'm anywhere around!"
After Bobby left, Sam contented himself on laying alongside Dean and running a hand through Dean's surprisingly soft hair.
"It's going to be ok Dean, I don't know how, but it will be I promise."
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"Sam?"
"Hey Dean. How you feeling?"
"What's going on? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dean's question took Sam off guard, he really needed to stop 'wearing his heart on his sleeve' as people put it. "Like what?" He deflected. "It's just, everything makes more sense now, just waiting for a phone call and I can tell you the whole story." Sam said while pacing with his phone in hand.
Sam only managed to confused Dean more. "What whole story?"
"God I'm sorry Dean! I'm so sorry about everything, everything that happened and that's about to happen just, when you find out and get angry, just remember that I'm sorry and try not to hate me."
"Sam are you drunk?"
"Maybe a teeny tiny bit? God I'm so sorry Dean."
"Will you stop fucking apologizing and just tell me what's going on?"
"I can't. Not yet. But soon. I promise."
"Okay, okay yea. Soon though Sam."
Exhausted from the events Sam laid down next to Dean once again and curled around him. "I'm sorry, it's just been a long few hours since that attack and I'm just too physically and emotionally exhausted. Just, hold me for a little bit?" Sam asked.
"Yea, yea sure ok. Come here."
Dean held onto Sam while Sam fell into a fitful sleep, stroking a gentle hand up and down his back to try and sooth the kid. Dean didn't know what was going on but he didn't like the feeling of dread he was getting.
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Sam woke up to Dean kissing up and down his neck, hot mouth working the skin and tongue doing this thing that had Sam instantly hard. Fuck he knows he should probably stop this, tell Dean no, but there was no way in hell he was going to. Dean may be his brother but Sam wanted him in a decidedly non-brother way.
Dean kept working his way down Sam's body, mouth so hot and wet against his skin, hand following the wet trail he was leaving behind, pausing to lightly play with Sam's nipples. Dean's mouth was sinful and as he took Sam into his mouth it was all Sam could do to not loose it right there. "Fuck Dean, so good, so goddamn hot." Sam groaned. He could hear Dean pop the cap on the lube and the next thing Sam knew Dean was pushing a slick finger into him. Fuck that was so hot. Sam hadn't bottomed before but he wanted nothing more than to feel Dean inside of him.
"Dean please."
"Please what baby boy? Tell me what you want Sam."
"You. Inside me. Now."
Dean just chuckled. "Your not ready yet, I need to prep you just a little bit more, I'm a lot bigger than one finger. Relax. I've got you."
Fuck Dean's raspy voice was pure sex and Sam had to bite his lip to stop himself from coming.
"God, so sexy Dean."
Dean kept teasing Sam while opening him up with his fingers, by the time Sam was taking three fingers he was basically incoherent and babbling, begging Dean. Finally, and not a minuet too soon for Sam, Dean lubed himself up and slowly pushed in.
Sam fisted the sheets, the burning and stretching an unpleasant feeling at the moment. Dean was soon by his ear whispering what a good boy he was and to breath through it and promising that it would feel good soon.
By the time Dean started moving Sam was getting used to the feeling, and by Dean's third or so thrust he was feeling nothing but pleasure. Then Sam remembered Dean's most likely broken ribs and immediately stopped Dean's movements.
"Dean, your ribs. Your going to end up hurting yourself even more. Here let me..." Sam trailed off while ever so carefully flipping Dean onto his back so Sam was riding him and doing all the work. "There, that's better. Don't want you to overdo it ok? Think you can just lay there for me?"
"I can try."
"Okay, good...Fuck so good." Sam said as he continued to ride Dean, being sure to watch Dean's face for any signs of pain or discomfort. Having been on edge for a while, Sam couldn't hold off long and came hard, muscles clenching around Dean triggering his release.
Sam pulled off with a wince and walked over to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean them both up. Dean looked pretty tired again so Sam let him drift off to sleep while he went to make something for them to eat. He had no idea how this was going to work but it had to somehow. He knew he couldn't lie to Dean forever about them being brothers, but he was going to enjoy it while he could. He never felt like this with anyone else and it felt so damn good. He also knew it would all come to an end the second he tells Dean the truth.
