As love part two
Sam rolled on to his side, back to the wall. His roommate snored a loud griping sound that wafted throw the room. A deep brassy sound that seem to start somewhere in his gut. A night sound as unfamiliar as the room in which Sam lay. Unfamiliar rooms where not out of the ordinary but a room with out Dean one bed away was shockingly hard to deal with. He had never had his own bedroom and unlike most kids he never wanted one. Not even when Dean was being a serial dick or a moody asshole or when Dean used their room for things other than sleeping.
Not even when he came home from wining first place in the spelling bee when he was 10 and found Dean naked in the room with a girl.
Sam stormed into the house he was angry and worried he had waited 45 minutes in front the school for Dean who never showed. Dean never forgot to pick up Sam. No matter what he did instead of going to school, at 2:00 p.m. Dean was there to take Sam hand and drag him home.
Sam dropped his school bag on the kitchen floor, placed his small trophy on the table and walked down the narrow hall to their room. He flung open the bedroom door. Dean screamed at him for walking in. The girl laughed and slide under the cover. Sam told Dean to fuck off and ran out the room.
It took four minutes for Dean to find him hiding under the porch of their rented house in Montana. Dean was barefoot and shirtless his jeans where hastily pulled on and not buttoned. He was tall for his age long and lean. Sam watched him walk towards him angry that Dean could look like that, confident easy. The sun washed over him but never dulled him, Dean always managed to look brighter. As he got closer Sam saw that he looked pissed. Dean dropped to his knees, he had to crawl to get under the porch. Sam tried to get away from him but the wall locked him in. Dean moved in and wrapped his arms around Sam. He was warm and smelt like something not Dean, thick, and musky. Sam hugged him back anyway.
"I'm sorry Sammy I forgot to come pick you up."
"You never forget to pick me up." Sammy could feel the tears at the back of his eyes. He bit his lip to try and hold them back. Dean would only pinch him and call him a baby if he saw Sammy's tears. Dean pulled away from the hug a smirk on his face. "There a first time for everything but don't worry Sammy it the last time. I won't forget you again."
"You where having sex."
Dean's smirk turned into a complete smile full of sun and shiny teeth. "Fuck yeah."
Sam looked away. "You left her alone in the house."
"Yeah she ain't gone dig around. Stop pouting Sammy. Come on I'll give you a piggy back ride."
"I'm too old for piggy back rides."
Dean rolled his eyes and crawled out from under the house. Sam clambered after him. He hurled himself at Dean who hosted him up on his back and carried him into the house. The girl was waiting at the kitchen table she was making sandwiches. She smiled an awkward thing that twisting up her full lips.
"I'm sorry you had to see that Sam."
Sam blushed and rests his face against Dean's shoulder "It's okay" Dean laughed and swung Sam down resting his feet on the ground. He lent in and pinched Sam cheek. "Ah Sammy little bitch." Sam slapped Dean hard on the stomach. Dean laughed and danced away from him. He was still Sammy than but sometime he was bitch.
