(A/N: I am sorry this update took so long, I have been swamped lately. I will try and update once a week, but I can't make any promises. I did not have a beta for this chapter because my wonderful MissTripTucker lost someone dear, happy thoughts towards her 3 so all mistakes are mine. Comments make my day.)
Sam could feel warmth caressing his body, a gentle rise and fall just to his left. For a moment he was afraid, confused as to why a body would be pressed against his. The fear of being rejected coiled tightly in his stomach, the urge to cringe away from the heat building until Sam forced his eyes open only to be bombarded by green bliss. Dean was carelessly draped over him, a leg thrown over Sam's thighs and striking eyes locked in place. The older man must have felt the tension in Sam's body because his thumb began to aimlessly stroke against the soft skin of Sam's bear chest. Sam had no recollection of being moved from the school, nor any memories of being stripped down. His heart pinched painfully, doing a slight flip as he considered the meaning behind his brother's actions. In truth, Sam had never felt more loved than he did in that moment.
"You look so broken, Sammy." Dean's voice broke the silence, pulling Sam from the swirling irises.
"I am broken. I've always been broken." Sam was surprised by his words, by the slight tremble in his voice. He was surprised by how brutally honest the statements were.
"I can fix you, put you back together." Dean leaned in to rub his nose against his brother's, a thousand freckles perfectly displayed for Sam to count.
"No one can fix me." Sam could feel the tears building already, his swollen lids falling shut.
"I don't think anyone has ever tried." Dean stared down at Sam, waiting for the eyes to reopen.
Bruises covered the lids and most of Sam's cheek, the skin slightly swollen and purplish against the deep tan. Dean closed the distance between them, kissing each swollen lid before finally sealing his lips over Sam's. The plump perfection was perfectly unguarded, unlike their previous experiences. The relationship had shifted, everything was too gentle and left Dean hyper aware of Sam's breath against his lips. For a moment, Dean wanted to remain in the position forever, to save the realness of the moment. All thoughts of remaining still faded as Sam's tongue cautiously ran across Dean's plump bottom lip. Yes, Dean had finally found the real Sam, the one buried behind confidence and hatred.
Dean rolled on top of his brother, easily taking control of the situation, assuring the younger boy that he was more than willing. Rolling his hips down softly, Dean gasped at the hard line of Sam's steadily filling cock. Each roll of his hips brought him closer to perfection, his fingertips ghosting up Sam's pliant body. Twirking the boy's nipples, Dean explored the hot, wet expanse of his mouth. Sam was rolling his hips slightly, just enough to drive Dean wild. Hands sliding along firm muscles, Sam took the chance to explore the body he had exploited before. Perfect skin was stretched across an endless expanse of muscle, all splattered with seductive freckles, drawing Sam in. The need to control the situation was building, but Sam forced his body to remain in Dean's hands, allowing him jurisdiction over his body. If Sam was ever forced to define happiness, he would have described the moment that Dean's lips moved to the shell of his ear, whispering a soft "I love you".
It was all too slow, tantalizingly perfect. Sam was intrigued and unable to stop the waves of pleasure Dean drew from him with every slow drag of his hips. Sam had never felt so exposed as he did with his brother, his boxers clinging damply to his hard erection. It felt as though he might explode, his mind unable to process the sudden change in his brother. A hand slithered down his abs, leaving a trail of prickled skin and tense muscles in its wake. A fingertip brushed just above his boxers, causing Sam to arch off of the bed, a low moan escaping his throat. His body reacted as Dean pushed the boxers aside, firmly stroking Sam's aching cock. He began to fall apart the moment Dean's soft hands ran across his heated skin. The world was spinning and distantly he felt the hot splash of come against his heaving chest.
For a moment Sam was too blissfully happy to focus on anything but the hammering of his heart and the heat of Dean above him. As seconds turned into a minute he forced his eyes open, once again taken by surprise as the emerald eyes searched his own. The darkened, lust blown irises reminded Sam of Dean's unsatisfied status. Sam slid his hand down his brother's body, fingers trembling slightly as he traced the abs down to the hem of the damp boxers. Slipping under the elastic, Sam felt as though he were a virgin exploring a newly granted expanse of skin. He could feel the heat radiating from the older man as his hands hesitated mere centimeters from the swollen shaft.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean's voice was thick and raspy, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek with each slow rise and fall of heavy lids. Sam's fingers hesitantly grasped the hard member, his fingers sliding along the precome trailing down the side. Stroking gently, Sam whimpered as he considered tasting the creamy fluid. Dean was panting against his chest, his eyes closed as his hips began to buck into Sam's fist. In a moment, Dean was spurting come along their bodies, mixing with Sam's already drying trails. Bringing his fingers slowly to his mouth, Sam savored the taste of his brother, the bittersweet perfection lingering even as Dean's breathing fell into an even rise and fall.
XOXO
Somehow, Sam was not surprised when he awoke a second time with only the cold sheets to caress his bruised body. There was a shift within himself, something far to obvious to hide even from himself. Sam was no longer Samuel Winchester but rather Dean's Sammy. When the potential for this shift had occurred, he would never know. Just as easily as he could identify his own changes, he could recognize Dean's. The man was in search of his own person, constantly pressing his own boundaries until he found the personality that had been forced away long before Sam had ever reentered his life.
Dean was ever changing, leaving Sam to question his place. The morning held a thousand questions and few answers. The only thing that was solid was the fact that Dean had left before Sam had woken. A sharp pain stabbed through his heart as butterflies with razorblade wings carved insecurities into his chest. He couldn't breathe, his mouth falling open as he attempted to draw in a deep breath. All at once, Dean was by his side, a wide hand splayed over Sam's drumming heart. Instantly, relief washed over Sam.
"I...you…left." Sam gasped the words, his eyes wide as he shifted into Dean's touch.
"I would have never pegged you for the needy type. I wanted to wake you with a cup of coffee, I didn't think you would mind if you woke up alone." Dean smiled sweetly, an underlining smirk just barely playing at the corners of his crooked smile.
"Whatever." Sam was instantly pulling away, the illusion of intimacy shattered by Dean's words.
"Don't be like that. I thought that we had finally reached solid ground." Dean was smiling, a hint of tenderness shining from the dark lined eyes.
"Will you always wear makeup?" Sam's hand moved on its own accord, reaching up to gently trace just under the dark smudges.
"No, I imagine I won't always wear makeup. I like how it looks, but I am still trying to find myself. Who knows where that will take me?" Dean shrugged, his eyes drifting away from Sam and towards the open drapes.
"I imagine that you won't always be around here." Sam's voice was quite, almost distant as he stared at Dean, who was practically glowing in the morning sunlight.
"No, I've thought about leaving but as long as you own me I am required to stay." Dean shrugged, stepping closer to the window. His fingers traced the small drops of condensation that had built during the night.
"If I free you than I can't protect you. When people realize that you are not my possession they will hurt you. Hell, they are hurting me and I have never been a slave." Sam closed his eyes, trying to ignore the beauty glowing in his bedroom.
"Something's are worth the risk." Dean smiled sadly, before disappearing out the bedroom door.
XOXO
Sam had never felt such dread and fear, the once peaceful arches and stone buildings now loomed over him. Everything was different, suddenly the school was an institution built on fear, a place where the status quo reigned and morals came in last. Sam had never been one to completely oblige by the rules but the recent discoveries had changed the rules for everyone. Sam was now an outsider, separated by blood and his actions had only served to add anger to the mix. For a moment he felt the string of rejection as eyes settled on him, shock and disgust painted on distant faces.
"Sam Winchester, or I suppose you are only a fake Winchester. What the hell are you doing here?" The boy was bruised and looking just as broken as Sam.
"I go to school here, in case you forgot. I know it is hard for you to remember things but hey I'm sure daddy will pay someone to remember for you. After all, he did pay to fix your shitty basketball skills." Sam laughed bitterly, his voice hollow as he spat insults.
"At least I have pure blood running through my veins." The boy threw his head back in a booming laugh, his voice compensating for his low self-esteem.
"Pure blood? What is this, Harry Potter? I hate to break this to you but everyone is connected and no one has better blood. Blood is blood; the only thing that separates you and my slave is that you are pathetic whereas he is strong. Go fuck yourself." Sam stared at the boy, taking in all of the bruises that his own fists had created.
"You are going to come to hate this school." A smirk pulled at the corners of the boy's lips, his eyes dancing behind bruised lids.
"I have always hated this school. Anyone who enjoys private school deserves all of the joys it has to offer. Oh, wait. You have been enjoying yourself here, if I am recalling right than you had an affair withMrs. Cassidy." Sam's smile shifted, suddenly sad. "Leave it to private school trash to take what they want, even when it belongs to someone else."
"Who told you?" The boy looked scared, terrified almost.
"I am Sam fucking Winchester. I don't even have to attend school to know all of its secrets." Sam's smile fell completely, his brows furrowing slightly. "I heard she is pregnant."
"Who else knows?" The boy looked devastated, the bruises on his face were nothing compared to the sorrow in his blue eyes.
"I know that at the very least Mike knows, I think Christian Kane told him and his girlfriend Taylor told him so…the origin of the rumor could have come from anywhere." Sam felt bad for the boy, something that he would have never considered himself capable. It wasn't pity but empathy.
"Shit, Christian knows?" The boy looked like he might pass out, his body swaying slightly.
"Yes? Why does that matter?" Sam was instantly confused, his hazel eyes swirling with curiosity as he stared into the blue waves of the boy's eyes.
"I…nothing. Look, your not my friend so lets just go back to fighting."
"Why? It doesn't have to be like this." Sam stepped a fraction of an inch closer, just enough to cause the boy to move back. "Come on, Chad."
"I don't need friends, hell, I already have too many as is." The boy rolled his eyes before closing them.
"I'm sure they are all fine and dandy snobs."
"Well at least they have-"
"No emotions? Great quality in a friend." Sam laughed quietly, shaking his head. "If you ever decide that you want to talk about…Mrs. Cassidy or the baby, I'm here."
"There is no baby, she had a miscarriage." Chad's face shifted into mourning, delicate lines etched into the tan skin. "I found out right before I went to the tryouts. Typically, I would never have started a fight but I was upset and you were an easy target."
"Don't worry about the fight, my face will heal." Sam shrugged, smiling softly.
"My heart won't." With that Chad turned away, disappearing into the school.
Sam wanted to run, to flee from all of the pain around him but instead he forced his legs to carry him inside. Everything was changing, shifting into a place Sam had never imagined. Dean was different, his influence bringing out the truth in all those around him. Sam was sure that before Dean there was nothing, that he had not lived until those green eyes had breathed him in. In all honestly, he wasn't sure he could ever go back to the lies.