Dean was beginning to upset Sam; the anger that was naturally present due to the situation that was growing. Sam had arranged for Dean to receive half of a fortune that was not his, he had all but allowed the man to live as though he was a member of the Winchester family. All in all, Sam had given Dean every slaves dream and yet he remained the villain. There was something in the air, a shift almost present like a constant buzzing. Dean was growing and twisting, transforming himself slowly from an obedient slave into a self-righteous dick. Sam hated him; he hated the way he openly mocked Sam for his mistakes and he hated the way that Dean was sex, it practically leaked from his pores. Sam just hated that he wanted his brother; his restraint was fading all too quickly.
Sam shifted slightly in the cool office, the hard leather under his body moaning softly. Dean was seated mere inches away, his body heat colliding with Sam in waves. It was infuriating to witness the easy smile on the man's face, even with an expensive lawyer and a fierce businessman seated across from him. Linberg's office was uncomfortable, too professional and cold to allow any comfort. Sam was sure it was meant to impress high-class clients, or perhaps to ensure that they stayed as little as possible in the room
"Samuel, I do not see why you are signing over half of your fortune. This is ridiculous. Mr. Winchester has spent a lifetime building this fund and now you are offering a sizable sum to a slave?" The man's voice was cold, his eyes piercing into Sam.
"I…I just think that he deserves some part of what I am lucky enough to have. He is my brother after all." Sam's voice shook slightly, his eyes locked on the window just behind Linberg.
"Which is all fine and dandy but it makes no sense to offer him this sum of money without freeing him. You are still refusing to sign for his freedom, I'm assuming."
"If I sign then he will leave and I'll never see him again. I just want him to be part of my life. He can just lounge around and spend his portion of the money. I'm not letting him go."
"Son, there is no logic in this. Either you want your brother to be happy or you want him in your service. He is still appointed for the use of sexual intercourse, which you clearly have no intention of using him for. You need to decide if this man is a slave or an equal. You're sixteen, almost an adult; I'm letting you make this choice on your own." John Winchester stood, his long stride carrying him quickly from the room and leaving three men staring.
"Well, we will meet again in a few weeks. I expect a decision on this matter." Linberg smiled, almost cat like, and nodded towards the door.
The walk to the elevator was silent, a few eyes flickering in their direction. Sam knew that he entire office was aware of his situation, hell it was a wonder that he had not been forced to give a public statement. Sam pressed the down button, tapping his foot lightly against the hard tile floors. The sound echoed through the room, breaking the silence that had formed since the brothers entered the room. Sam was in the elevator the moment the doors opened, sighing in relief when he discovered the small space void of people. Dean joined slowly, an easy smirk playing across his lips as he watched the doors close.
"Tell me why." Dean's voice surprised Sam, pulling him from the trance he had not realized he had fallen into.
"Why what?" Sam refused to look at his brother, his eyes locked on the number of floors ticking by.
"Why are you giving me money but keeping me as your sex slave? It isn't as though we are even having sex. You don't owe me anything just because our DNA has a link." Dean's voice was cold and flat, the recent sneer completely gone.
"I know I don't owe you anything. I just…if I keep you than you will stay and yeah. I explained this already." Sam shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Dean's stare, knowing that if he looked over he would find perfect swirls of emerald.
"You are a selfish prick." Dean spat, shaking his head just as the elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby. Sam watched Dean go, a tightness clamping around his heart.
XOXO
Sam needed a distraction, something to help avoid Dean as well as to keep his thoughts away from Dean. It was always Dean, everywhere he looked. Even in the corners of his own mind, Dean was present. Invading and corrupting his way inside until Sam was at a loss as to how he could be removed. Sam felt as though he was drowning, reaching out and grasping for a helping hand only to find Dean standing over him with that God-awful glare. Dean was not going to save Sam, not going to lessen the pain that ignited every time he turned his back to Sam or ignored him. Sam would just need to find a new hobby, one that required long hours.
Naturally, this led Sam to the basketball court, a place where Sam's long body was thoroughly appreciated. The tryouts for the team yielded a far larger group of boys than Sam had expected, but he knew that his social status would ensure his place on the team. Sam leaned against the bleachers, an easy smile gracing his features because at the very least he was free from Dean here. Sam's eyes snapped up as he heard a deep voice call his name.
"Winchester what are you doing here?" Chad Michael Murray smiled his typical cocky grin, his blue eyes glowing.
"Looking for a distraction." Sam replied, returning the grin.
"Yeah well I don't think this is the place for you. I mean, man. A lot of people are pretty freaked out about your, um, legal situation." Chad shuffled awkwardly, his eyes shifting to the group of boys who looked mildly uncomfortable.
"Ah, so it got out?" Sam shrugged, sighing deeply as he looked away from the group. He had known that the secret was too big to be hidden for long but he had not been prepared for the moment to come so soon.
"Yeah, it got out. Look, a few of the guys are looking to start something. People aren't happy that you slept with your brother but they are really upset that you are allowing him to live as though he is equal." Chad looked uncomfortable, shifting on his feet and refusing to look his friend in the eye.
"But technically he is my equal. If John had never adopted me than I would be in the same place he is." Sam shrugged; hurt filling his voice hardly disguised.
"That is another one of their issues with you; they think that since you were not born into this life you should be treated as such." Chad shrugged before walking away, with an apologetic smile and sad eyes.
Sam fully intended to try out for the team; a few spoiled brats throwing stones would not sway him. Moving from his place against the bleachers, Sam moved to pick up a basketball from the large cart. Dribbling for a few moments, Sam lined up before letting the ball glide from his hands. The swish of the net was more than enough proof that Sam belonged on the team.
"Winchester, what the hell are you doing on my court?" A familiar voice called from the bleachers.
"Trying out, what are you doing on the school's court?" Sam couldn't help the instant wave of anger and the flood that was moments away from breaking.
"Kicking you out of the gym. We don't want a slave on our team. Just because you were brought out of the slums doesn't mean you don't belong there. We all knew something was wrong with you, and we were right." The boy moved quickly, on the bleachers one moment, his fist crashing into Sam's face the next.
Sam grunted at the impact and the flash of pain before slamming into the boy. For a moment Sam lost his balance, unused to his constantly growing limbs, sending them both crashing to the ground. His fist found the boy's face, packing sounds filling the air. Sam lost himself in the anger, lost himself in punishing the boy whose face had morphed into Dean's. Sam was punishing Dean, punishing himself but mostly he was punishing society. He was destroying the institution that had allowed for his brother to be sold, the institution that had allowed Sam to become a monster. He continued to beat the boy until he was pulled away, distantly aware of someone yelling.
XOXO
"Why did you do that?" Dean stared at Sam's destroyed knuckles, his eyes flickering up to the large bruise on his jaw.
"Why do you always question me?" Sam refused to open his eyes, his lids tightly closed.
"Someone has to. I'm the only one who cares enough to bother." Sam's eyes never opened to see the concern and pain in his brother's eyes.
(A/N: Reviews really help, I love knowing what I nee to work on and what direction the readers would like to head. Thanks, as always, to MissTripTucker for dealing with my silly typos…3))