Ages 11/15

Sweet summertime with nothing to do but hunt, fish and hang out. The brothers moved on in the way they usually did, Dean wouldn't talk about it and Sam gave up.

Dean worked off his debt to Bobby in record time organizing and cleaning the garage, painting it and hauling garbage. He did inventory and Sam entered it all on the computer for the salvage yard.

Bobby had to admit Dean really put his heart into it and was proud of Sam for helping him.

Dean's head and arm healed nicely but his heart was another matter.

….

Dean fleshed out even more, lean, hard muscle tanned from the summer sunshine. He was in cut offs and no shirt pulling rims for Bobby.

Sam had shot up some more but was still a skinny colt as Dean called him. He carefully walked over carrying two glasses of lemonade and handed one to Dean. Dean hopped up on a car hood to sit but jumped of quickly, "Holy shit that's hot as hell!"

He turned his back to Sam, "Am I burned, its wicked hot." Sam swallowed and ran his eyes down his brothers body, the broad back and shoulders, tapering down into slim hips, a round ass and muscular legs.

Every single inch sun kissed and gleaming with sweat, when Dean bent slightly and the shorts gaped at the waist there was a sliver of white where it hadn't reached.

"No…no Dean just kinda red."

"Well I feel like the back of my thighs are burning off , no blisters then?"

"You want me to check?"

Dean licked his lips and turned back, "Yeah…Sammy would you do that?"

Sam crouched down behind his brother and ran his hand over the back of his thighs, Dean leaned on the car, his leather gloves protecting his hands. He pushed his ass out a little farther and shivered.

"I don't see anything Dean, its just…red." Sam closed his eyes and rested his face on Dean's denim clad ass, when Dean didn't move Sam dared to kiss the back of each thigh.

Dean spun around and Sam was face to face with his crotch, there was a wet spot on the pale, worn materiel. Dean looked down at Sam, he was biting his bottom lip and the green eyes were heavy lidded like he was in a dream.

Dean abruptly pulled away and grabbed the crowbar and started pulling rims. He kept his back to Sam and didn't speak. Sam walked slowly back to the house waiting for a call to come back but it never came.

He went up to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed lamenting on what a stupid fool he was, Sam had given up his only friend for Dean and now he was going to spend the summer alone.

He grabbed the phone and dialed Kelly's number, "Hey Kelly you want to come over and hang out? I'm really sorry I ignored you…you forgive me?"

The boy on the other end replied quickly, "Yeah…yes of course, you want to come here or you want my mom to bring me there?"

Sam looked out the window at his brother attacking a helpless rim , Sam smiled to himself, "Why don't you come over here?"

….

Dean wiped his brow and dropped the crowbar, a car pulled in and he slipped on his dirty white tank top and jogged over to see who it was. When Dean saw who it was he stopped in his tracks and watched Sam run out to greet his friend, he hugged Kelly and then stopped to talk to the boys mother before they went into the house.

Dean went and sat in the garage, "Damn you Sam …don't even ask me if he can come over…have your little twink friend whatever.."

Dean suddenly felt a flash of anger, he threw an oilcan hitting the window and cracking it, "Oh shit…shit I'm so fucked." Dean walked in a circle with his hands behind his head thinking of all the work he was going to have to do to pay for the window.

Dean didn't know why he was so angry, in his mind he rationalized it as Sam being sneaky and being a liar but hidden in his heart was the real reason that he could never admit to himself or Sam.

….

Sam and Kelly raided the fridge and Sam made them sandwiches, he went to find Dean and give him one. Finally he found him in the garage and Dean was sitting on a stack of old tires with his head down.

Sam stepped in front of him and held out the plate and another glass of lemonade. Dean took the offering, "Thanks Sam…why is that kid here? I thought you weren't hanging out together anymore?"

Sam jumped up next to him and put his arm around Dean's shoulders, "I just get bored. Your working and on the weekends your with friends, I gotta do something Dean."

Dean brightened up, "Hey Sammy I'm going to a bonfire this weekend, come with me, I promise I'll hang out with you."

"Dean I'm eleven, who is going to want me there?"

"I do, if they don't like it they can fuck off…ok?"

Sam hugged him, "Ok Dean thanks!" He ran back into the house and Sam couldn't recall if his feet ever touched the ground.

…

Kelly was looking over the books Bobby had in his library, he was holding one in each hand, "The Hunters Guide to Commonly Used Sigils" and "Demons For Dummies".

"Sam what does your uncle do for a living…besides the salvage yard." Sam took the books away and put them back, "Hey a guy has to have a hobby."

Kelly flopped on the couch, "So what should we do?" Sam sat next to him, "I don't know…swimming? We can ride bikes there, I know a good spot Dean and I go." Kelly frowned, "I didn't bring trunks."

Sam grabbed his hand and smiled at him, "Its ok Dean and I skinny dip."

…

They got to the pond and jumped off the bikes, "See there is never anyone here Kelly I told you."

Sam stripped naked and jumped in the water, Kelly hesitated and then took his clothes off and carefully got in. The day was humid and the cold water felt wonderful, they swam around and then floated awhile.

Sam watched his friend floating in the water with his eyes closed. When Sam got to kiss the back of Dean's thighs he had gotten excited but hadn't done a thing about it.

Now his pretty friend was there for the taking but Sam couldn't betray Dean, not after he offered to take him to the bonfire. Sam thought one kiss wouldn't hurt and he wouldn't get rejected and his feelings hurt.

Sam swam over to Kelly, closed his eyes and kissed him. Kelly opened his eyes and hugged Sam. "Sam I really like you…I missed you. Do you like me?"

Sam pulled away and laughed, "Of course I like you stupid, you're my friend."

Kelly looked at him with hurt on his face, he swam back to the bank and climbed out. He sat under a tree and closed his eyes willing himself not to cry.

Sam climbed out and grabbed the towels, he threw one to Kelly then wrapped his around his waist. "What's wrong, I said I liked you."

Kelly lifted his head and looked Sam in the eye, "Sam Winchester you are the stupidest smart person I ever met."

Sam sat next to him and touched his arm, "Sorry I kissed you…are you mad about it?"

"I don't know what to think about you Sam, I wanted you to kiss me…maybe I should go home…should we go back?" Sam didn't know what to say, he didn't have the same feelings as his friend did, he thought Kelly was cute and sweet, smart and funny but he wasn't the one person he wanted to get attention from.

"Kelly I do like you, I think you are great but I have someone I like…kinda like how you like me. Can we be friends?"

Kelly put his head back against the tree and closed his eyes, "Only if you kiss me again…please Sam?"

Sam wanted to kiss the pretty, full lips again but he felt like he would be cheating. Sam Winchester was the most confused boy on the planet at that moment. He relented and kissed the boy, a tingle ran through his body and he pulled away and got up. "Lets go back and have a snack and watch a movie ok?"

….

They got back and Dean was sitting on the couch waiting for them, "Where the hell have you both been?" Dean started to mock Sam, "Hi I'm Sam Winchester, I'm only eleven but I can take off and go where ever the fuck I want."

Kelly stood in the doorway, Dean Winchester made him nervous and he didn't want to get on his bad side. Dean waved him in, "Well don't just stand there kid come sit by me on the couch."

Dean didn't bother to make eye contact with the boy, instead he smiled and kept his eyes on his brother. Kelly looked at Sam, "Maybe I should call my mom to come get me."

Sam glared at his brother, "You don't have to leave because he is being a jerk…as usual."

Dean patted the couch and Kelly approached cautiously and sat down on the opposite end.

Sam yelled from the kitchen, "I'm getting a soda, you guys want one?" Dean replied for both of them, "Yeah Sammy we are both gonna have one. While you're in there make some popcorn ok?"

Dean slid down the couch next to Kelly and smiled at him, "I think we got off on the wrong foot, any friend of Sam's is a friend of mine." Dean was doing what he does best, he put his arm around the back of the couch just touched the boys neck.

Dean leaned in and whispered, "So twink, are you still kissing my brother…come on little boy you can confess to me."

TBC