Some fifteen years ago...
"I don't want to go to the stupid camp," Sam said to his brother.
"Sam you've been to this stupid camp twice without complaints. What is with you all of a sudden?" Dean asked.
"You're not going," the younger brother pointed out in a whiny voice.
"I'm too old," Dean shrugged.
"It's a camp for teenage boys. You're nineteen," Sam sat down, clearly in protest.
"Dad is not making me go this year," Dean smirked, "You go hike up mountains and shit in the forest. I'll stay here, where the strippers need me."
"I need you, you jackass," Sam threw the closest thing he could get his hands on at his brother, his pillow.
"You've grown eight inches since last year and I'm pretty sure you've gained forty pounds. I don't think they'll be calling you Snoopy anymore," Dean slapped his brother's shoulder.
"I'm gonna get the crap kicked out of me, Dick," Sam hit Dean square in the chest. His brother did not move. Being the typical teenage boy, Dean's muscles were his pride. Sam had not yet come into his full potential.
"Oh don't worry about that," the big brother assured, "The Ritchings Brothers are going to look out for you."
"It must be nice to have a best friend with his own private army," Sam was calmer now. Dean chuckled under his breath. He and Michael were best friends alright. The first time Michael had gotten drunk, Dean had supplied the scotch (John had not been happy with finding tea in a bottle that had once contained a twelve year old single malt). The first time Michael had gone to strip club, okay that was Gabriel. The first time Michael had woken up naked in a cornfield... yeah, Dean had been a lot of firsts. Death's dark haired last born was only two years older than Sam and was therefore not supposed to be doing any of the aforementioned things but he was quite taken with the eldest Winchester and vice versa. They weren't sure how their fathers would handle it though so it was all kept quiet... meaning half the teenagers in town knew and the adults were clueless.
"Being one of eleven children has its perks," Dean shrugged, "And being richer than God doesn't hurt."
"Sammy, it's time to go," their father poked his head into Sam's room.
"You people need to stop calling me that," Sam grumbled as he threw his bag over his shoulder. The camp he was going to was a survival type deal so his luggage was minimal. Hey, with an ex-marine father those were the kinds of things you had to look forward to. He was picked up by a very big, very ugly thing somewhere between a bus and a truck.
"Have fun," Dean held back his laughter. The last time he had been on the trip the seniors were tossed into the wild to sleep in caves and the like. Sam gave him the bitch face. He pinched his nose so his father wouldn't see how hard he was working to keep himself together.
"You be careful," was his father's send off.
"Yes sir," Sam nodded and went inside.
"Dean," his father called as they headed back to the house, "Try not to drink too much now that a lack of big brother duties has freed up your time."
"What? Me?" Dean tried the smile that worked on most authority figures.
"Boy I am your father, I know better than to fall for that," John looked his first born.
"Sorry sir," Dean scratched behind his ear, "I promise to be responsible."
"At least you respect me enough to lie," John smiled. Dean shook his head and walked behind his father after the man had turned around. Dean was a college student. John knew what that was about. Excess, everything in excess.
"I'm gonna swing by my apartment," Dean notified his father.
"You've been in the house for all of five minutes," his mother came out of the kitchen, "Sam just left me. At least stay for dinner."
"Mom," Dean didn't like being guilted.
"Oh stop whining, your mother wants to put a home cooked meal into you before you go binge drinking," John went to kiss Mary's hair.
"John," she slapped him lightly on the stomach with the back of her hand. This is how Dean was conned into being three hours late to his own party. After a three course meal (were they kidding?) Dean left for his apartment.
"You're late," Michael opened the door and crossed his arms. He'd removed his shirt for some reason but Dean wasn't complaining.
"You started without me," Dean could tell Michael had a buzz going. He stuck his key in the door and locked it, leaving the key in its slot.
"I saved the party," the dark haired man pulled two pale pills out of his pocket. He popped both of them into his mouth and pulled Dean into a kiss, slipping him one. Dean undid Michael's belt as he swallowed the pill. Michael swallowed his own, working furiously to get Dean's shirt off. It was a party for two and it was just getting started. Sam's day, however, was not going as merrily. Each boy had to make his own tent. Being John Winchester's son he had a secure structure by sundown. While he was working hard another boy was replacing his insect repellent with a sweetener.
Each camper was given a laminated card they were to keep on their person the entire time. Boys ages thirteen to fifteen slept in a dorm, with the exception of Sam, who was a pro at this crap. Sixteen to nineteen slept in individual tents. The juniors got green cards while the seniors got orange ones. And no one left camp until every card was handed back and each child accounted for. There weren't really any activities during the first day other than getting yelled at for picking an inappropriate spot to pitch or another such fault. There was a camp fire if you were interested in getting to know the others.
Sam applied his insect repellent and went to the fire to look for his bodyguards. Needless to say he was covered in tiny little things with sharp biting instruments. Teenage boys being teenage boys they laughed themselves silly at his expense. "You really should know what insect repellent smells like by now," said Gordon as Sam passed him on the way back to his tent, "The great Winchester my ass."
Sam just glared at Gordon. The Winchester of camp legends was Dean and the moron was not here. "Walker," a voice came out of the shadows, "A word."
Gordon looked into the dark, seeing an outline but no features. The boy did not look intimidating. "You too Sam," he called when the gangly youth made to leave.
"What do you want?" Gordon asked when they were far away enough from the camp sight to have privacy for just about anything.
"I want you to apologise to Sam," the blond, almost a whole head shorter than Gordon, smirked. Gordon laughed.
"Thanks for trying to help," Sam approached his would-be hero, "But let's just go back to camp."
"You think you can go back to camp just like that," Gordon pushed Sam aside. Before his fingers could find purchase a firm hand grabbed his wrist and he was fed a knuckle sandwich. A vicious laugh passed Sam's lips before he could stop it. He watched as Gordon was punched on the body without being able to land a single punch in retaliation. When the bully was on his knees his assailant put a hand under his chin lifting it.
"Gabriel Richings," he introduced himself, "Anyone asks where you got the black eye, you caught the elbow of the guy helping you pitch your tent."
"What?" Gordon was disorientated. Gabriel pulled his hand back and hit Gordon in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. He took a step campward then stopping.
"Well?" Gabriel turned back to Sam, "You comin' or what?" Sam followed Gabriel, scratching non-stop. "Okay , you're coming to my tent for treatment." Sam didn't argue. His skin was on fire. The Winchester boy let out a surprised laugh when they got to the older boy's tent. It was huge, big enough to fit four people comfortably.
"Thank you," Sam walked inside. There was a blown up mattress about the fit for a double bed, a very soft looking comforter, a space heater, cooler box and various other things people do not bring to the side of the mountain.
"Here," Gabriel handed Sam a flask.
"I'm fifteen," the younger boy declined.
"I'm gonna put some ointment on your... everything," Gabriel saw that Sam's skin was mottled all over, "Fast-acting stuff. This will take the sting out of it."
Sam took the flask and sipped. The liquid burned but it had a sweet tone to it. Sam took two more swallows at Gabriel's encouragement. "Okay," Gabriel took his flask back, "Take off your clothes."
"What?" Sam pulled his shirt closed.
"I'm not trying to rob you of your innocence, at this point in time, I can't apply this through your clothes," he held up a metallic container that was a particularly ugly shade of green. Sam started removing his clothes. He was afraid that he might... embarrass himself. Sometimes he penis seemed to have a mind of its own. Gabriel put the heater on while Sam stripped to his underwear. "Bubble wrap," Gabriel laughed when the boy was down to his boxers. Sam gave a little huff and a glared, "Sorry," the older boy bit his lip. After putting the container by the heater a for a few seconds to warm it up then he took some in his hands and rubbed them together. When Gabriel put his hands on Sam's back it was a burst of tingling added to the warmth that was spreading through Sam's body from the alcohol. He gasped. There was a sting to the ointment.
Gabriel worked it into his skin speedily. "That burns," Sam complained.
"If you stop squirming so much I might feel a little sympathy for you," Gabriel worked faster despite his words. When he was sure Sam's body was saturated he offered the boy more alcohol. Sam took it without hesitation. He winced when his helper started in on the swelling in his cheeks. His eyes watered.
"What the hell is this stuff?" Sam asked.
"Your fairy godmother," Gabriel lifted Sam's arm so the other boy could see it. Sure enough it was as smooth as a baby's bottom.
"Wow," Sam marvelled.
"Almost done," Gabriel promised, working Sam's forehead. He swiped his thumb across the younger teen's chin then dragged his finger under it.
"What are you doing?" Sam moved back.
"I'm just looking," he dropped his hand slowly, tracing Sam's throat. The brunette did not move back this time. Gabriel leaned in and kissed the pulsing jugular. Sam shuddered. He wrapped his shaky arms around the older boy's neck. A skilled tongue worked its way up to the sensitive spot under Sam's jaw. The youth whimpered. Gabriel swirled his tongue and sucked, putting his hands around Sam's back to draw him closer. He pulled back again and this time kissed Sam on the mouth.
The initially reserved Samuel came to life. He weaved his hand through the blonde hair and gripped so tight Gabriel's skull tingled. Gabriel reciprocated by gripping Sam bruisingly. In a super quick movement Gabriel lifted Sam, flipped him and planted him on the mattress, landing between his legs. They were both hard, Gabriel rocked back and forth, rubbing their erections together. "That's good," Sam moaned. The blonde got on his knees and threw his shirt off. Sam giggled. Yes, actually giggled. To say Gabriel was toned would be vague and unjust. He was by no means bulky but he had a perfectly divided eight pack and his pectorals were just raised enough to make you want to sink your fingers into them till they bled. As he kissed Sam's neck Gabriel undid his pants and kicked them off.
"Am I doing this?" Sam moved to sit up.
"I don't know," Gabriel sat on his feet, "Are you?"
"No," Sam covered his exposed body as much as he could with his arms, "I-I can't," he sprang to his feet and made for the exit.
"Your biggest fan might still be a little sore about getting his ass kicked," Gabriel lay on his side. Sam stopped with a huff. "Look, I like corrupting little straight laced choir boys but I only put my hands where they're wanted."
Sam gnawed on his lip. What Gabriel raised was a valid concern but wasn't what he was thinking about. He couldn't like boys. It just wasn't on the cards in his family. He couldn't spend the night in bed with this particular boy but what was his other option? So he turned and went to lie down next to Gabriel.
"What are you afraid of?" the other boy asked.
"My father," Sam said to the roof, "My mother, my brother, myself," then he turned and looked at Gabriel, "You."
"You don't have to be afraid of me," Gabriel tucked Sam's hair behind his ear. He kissed the younger boy again, only halfway climbing on top of him. Sam kissed back wrapping his arms tentatively around Gabriel's neck.
"How would this work?" Sam pulled back, "If we were to... you know."
"Well I'd have to loosen you up," Gabriel slid his hand down Sam's body, bypassing his penis and cupping his ass, "Other than that the mechanics are the same."
"Won't there be, uh, um, won't it be messy?" Sam averted his eyes.
"There's a way to avoid that," Gabriel slid halfway off his mattress and pulled a bloated little container with a long tube attached to it from the pile of random things in the corner closest to their heads.
"Isn't that what they give you when you get a colonoscopy?" Sam blurted.
"Except it's not a camera that gets shoved up your ass," Gabriel grinned. Sam did not find it as amusing. His butt cheeks clenched and he looked down his nose at nothing in particular, "It's not nearly as violent as I made it sound just then."
Sam's heart was pounding so hard it was almost painful. "I want to do it," he confessed. For all his fear and doubt he was still hard. Gabriel pulled the bag under the covers and went back to kissing Sam. He pulled the boy's boxers down and explored. His pubic hair was soft to the touch, his skin was smooth.
"Pull your legs up," Gabriel rubbed Sam's thigh. The brunette complied, moving his feet closer to his ass. The sandy haired male put his hand under his pillow, finding his trusty bottle of lube and squirting some onto his fingers. He circled the puckered flesh at Sam's entrance then inserted one finger slowly.
"That is really uncomfortable," Sam squirmed.
"Give it a second," Gabriel started nibbling on his ear. When the tight ring of flesh did not try expel his finger he took the tube to the enema and pushed it in. Sam drew his breath in at the sudden coldness. Gabriel squeezed the bag, pumping the liquid out. "Come here," he leaned closer to Sam's face and kissed him again. When the bag was nearly empty Gabriel pulled it out.
"I'm gonna borrow this," Sam stood and took a coat. He wrapped the coat tightly around himself and wore his shoes but didn't bother to buckle them properly. He decided to use the dorm toilet, feeling like everyone somehow knew what he was planning to do. Inside Sam looked at himself in the mirror. He was flushed and sweaty. A lopsided smile appeared on his face. He suppressed a chuckle and splashed his face. The enema kicked in and he went inside a stall.
Back in his tent Gabriel was rather pleased with himself. "It's like shooting bottoms in a barrel," he smirked. A lot of parents sent their sons to this camp hoping to somehow degayify them by forcing them to do masculine activities. He took out a box of condoms. He wasn't counting on using more than one with the shy and nervous Winchester boy but a guy could hope. Sam came back to find Gabriel smoking a menthol cigarette.
"Are you going through the list of rules one by one?" Sam stood by the entrance.
"Hey, Death insists on sending us to this stupid camp. I'm just making it bearable for myself," he blew smoke upwards.
"Why is your father called Death?" Sam walked closer and sat down. Gabriel was the picture of ease: one hand resting on his pillow, the other in mid-air with a cigarette, looking up like he could see the sky. It made Sam even more attracted to him. It also made him more relaxed himself.
"Have you seen the guy? He looks like the grim reaper," Gabriel answered.
"He kinda does," Sam chuckled. He'd seen Death a handful of times. The man had one facial expression as far as he could tell and it was scary. "You guys are an all male clan, right?"
"No, I have two sisters actually," Gabriel thought of his sisters who, though pretty, had trouble getting boys because they had nine brothers, most of whom weren't known to be very nice.
"There are more of you?" Sam blurted, "I'm sorry but how can one man have so many children so fast? I mean, you and Rapheal and and Lucifer graduated with Dean."
"Dear old Death really got around before he met Mikey's mom," Gabriel shook his head. It was bordered on obscene. "Then he became monogamous and when she died he became celibate."
"That's so sad," Sam turned to lie on his stomach.
"Yeah, his football team wasn't yet complete," Gabriel deflected.
"You cannot be that blasé," the boy in his bed wasn't buying it.
"I'm not," Gabriel admitted, "But I wonder why he wanted so many children."
"Well...you can't really know that he did," Sam replied, "I'm sure he loves all of you but I doubt all eleven of you were planned."
"Death did not build an empire from scratch by being impulsive," Gabriel wouldn't hear it, "I may not know my father as intimately as someone who doesn't have ten siblings and a string of casino's also vying for his attention but I can tell you with absolute certainty that he is not a man who makes mistakes. Every decision he makes, no matter how convoluted the logic behind it, is deliberate."
"In that case he was building the perfect shareholder base to keep his business in the family," Sam replied, "You'd be hard pressed to get siblings to agree unanimously or by simple majority on that... or anything. AGM's will be a pain in the ass and so will picking a board of director's but after that none of you really need to be involved."
Out of nowhere Gabriel pounced on Sam, kissing him fiercely. After a shocked pause Sam started to reciprocate. Gabriel pulled Sam's boxers off with one hand and climbed on top of him. "I won't rush," he promised, feeling Sam's body tense up. The younger boy relaxed and they went on kissing and touching each other. Gabriel put some lubricant and started to loosen Sam, who moaned loudly enough to warrant putting on the radio. "The condoms are right under your head," Gabriel smiled down at Sam.
"Can I put it on?" Sam bit his lip. Gabriel sighed but agreed. This was sometimes a deal breaker. He got to his knees and pulled down his underwear as Sam opened the wrapper. The younger teen gasped when he got an eyeful of Gabriel. "I don't think my... it stretches that much," Sam shook his head.
"I know for a fact that it does," Gabriel plucked the condom from the slack hand and started putting it on himself hurriedly. "It's okay," he soothed, laying back down on top of Sam. The brunette just looked up at him with eyes the size of saucers. "I'll stop," he collapsed on top of the lithe body beneath his.
"Don't," Sam braced his arm against Gabriel's torso as the older teen started to slide off him. He'd already gotten this far and Gabriel seemed like a nice guy. Sure he'd heard a lot of crazy shit about him but it was badass crazy, maybe a little sexy too. "Don't stop," he moved his hand up and down his back.
"God yes," Gabriel repositioned himself. He stroked Sam a few times with his still slick hands and entered him slowly. Sam whined, gripping the comforter. When he was fully sheathed Gabriel pause to let Sam adjust. "You're so fucking tight," he started to move, stroking Sam as he went. The young Winchester put his arms around his neck and kissed him, moving slowly back and forth as they got into a rhythm. "Shhh," Gabriel said into his ear, "We have neighbours."
When he felt his orgasm approach he started stroking Sam faster and covered his mouth with his own to minimise the noise. The only audio evidence of their orgasms were garbled sounds. Sam winced a little as Gabriel pulled out of him. "So," he laid down next to Sam, "Anything like you imagined?" he ran a finger up his torso.
"I, um," Sam looked down and blushed. Gabriel pulled his chin in his direction and kissed him. There was no fever in this one, just the cool caress of lips against others. The slide of a hand down the side of a young man's face and the touch of bodies without tension.
"Go to sleep," Gabriel put out the light. Sam curled into Gabriel, put his head on the guy's chest and closed his eyes. Gabriel just smiled and wrapped his arms around Sam. That's really when the boy started to grow on him.