Prologue – Ep. 6, Skin.

Part 2 – 2

"Sam?"

The voice was distant but he could recognize it miles away, it vibrated through Sam filled him with life. But now he felt fear, not knowing if it was Dean or that.. that thing.

Sam realized he must have fainted, trying to stabilize his legs which still was trembling from previous event. "Sam, are you there?"

"Stop it", the younger hissed and pulled himself further away from the pipes, trying to break loose.

"Sam, what's the matter? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He sounded genuinely worried and Sam wanted to believe that it was Dean, even though he felt embarrassed – he just wanted to fall into his arms. That, he would not do of course, be he really wanted to.

"For fuck sake, Sammy, speak to me!"

It was Dean. Just as he knew that the creature wasn't him, he knew that this was Dean. It had to be. "I'm here!" Sams voice was hoarse, like he had cried. Had he? He didn't know, maybe he had. Sam looked up, just to see Dean feet away, tied up too. Had he known that he was this close.. Sam leaned his forehead towards the pipes and bit down on his lip. "De", he murmured and took a deep breathe. "You're here, you were here all the time."

"What are you talking about, Sam?"

Sam got that he was acting strange, but how could he not. His dream had come true, but in form of a nightmare and he could still feel his brothers hands upon him. He could see his release on the stonewall. He just wanted to get out of here so he could kill whoever did this to him, then leave. And forget.

Used to hunting down supernatural creatures, they later on stopped and killed the shapeshifter. Everything was once again ok with Becky and the brothers returned to the road. There was a certain silence in the car, the kind you could touch. Sam stroke his hand over the fabric of the jeans, trying to wipe away the sweat and not knowing if he should talk or not. He didn't know if Dean noticed that he was acting weird and if he said something he may arouse suspicion.

This were the thoughts Sam had before he left for college; thinking about his brothers in matters he shouldn't, but how could he not? Dean was the only one he ever had, his only role model – even though he didn't like to admit it. He would never.

The first time he noticed that he looked at his brother in that way, was when he brought home a girl. Their father was out of town and Dean made Sam promise that he would be out the entire evening. Living in small hotel spaces wasn't the kind of living Sam had planned out, but it was the only way he ever had lived. Anyway, Sam promised at last – after Dean bribed him and pushed him out. At first, Sam was just pissed that he was locked out, so he wandered around the area and found the movies. It was something really boring, the typical true love story and when it came to an end the clock was only half past nine. Dean surely still had company. But by this time, Sam really wanted to get back, so he started walking. He took it extra slow, just to give Dean a little more time but when he arrived the clock struck ten.

The younger brother leaned against the door and heard someone giggling and a murmur that could only be Dean. Hearing the girl, Sam thought, sent tingles down his groin. He looked down on the ground before quietly opening the door and sneaking in. The moaning and giggling grew louder but there was still one room between the brothers. Sam realized very soon that they were in dads bed, he flinched. Poor dad. He crawled down between the covers and tried to shut them out but man, were they loud. It almost sounded like he hurt the girl, but as she kept moaning "More Dean, more", Sam concluded that she liked it. A lot.

At this time of their life, Sam was only fifteen and Dean 19. Sam himself had never gone through with sleeping with a girl, which wasn't that surprising. Not that he didn't look good, because boy he did, but they never stayed long enough for Sam to develop feelings for anyone. Dean on the other hand, didn't need feelings. He just went with it and then left the poor women alone. Sam had heard them many times, but there was something special about tonight.

As he listened to them, he could feel himself growing, his briefs getting more tight and he thought that it may be common. I mean, it's not everyday you hear a woman like that, he thought to himself and looked through the door opening. He could see the woman straddling the brother and rolling her hips. But it wasn't until he saw his brother gripped her buttocks that he felt the tingle again. Deans hands pulled and clawed her blushing butt cheeks, and once he even spanked her. Sam gasped silently for air and could almost feel it himself – getting spanked. Then Dean sat up, the woman still in his lap and it was obvious that he wanted to be in control. His lips traced her jawline, down her chin and further down to her collarbones. Soon his lips found her stiffened nipple and embraced it, started sucking on it. She moaned louder now and Sams cock was now throbbing and aching. Maybe just.. The younger stretched down too his member and gasped as he stroke his cold hands over it. He swallowed and kept watching as Dean pounded the woman. Not able to tear his eyes of Dean, Sam touched himself more firmly, closed his fingers around his cock – pumped it slowly. The older pulled his nails over the woman's back and suddenly pulled out to flip her over. Once on all four, he thrusted into her again which caused her to cry out in pleasure. Everytime she did that, Sam let out a quiet whimper so that Dean wouldn't hear him. He couldn't be all quiet himself.

Now Sam could se how Deans muscles tightened, especially around his ass. Sweat dripped down from his forehead and made his body all slick and blank in the faint light from the lamp on the bedside table. Sam wetted his lips with his tongue, swallowing over and over. It was by the time when Dean started to make muffled noises and moving faster, that Sam realized that he didn't look at the girl at all. He looked at Dean. By now, Sam was standing on his knees in bed, one hand on the sheets and the other occupied with pumping his cock and as Dean released inside the woman – Sam came and did so over the covers. He pressed his face down into a pillow to muffle his moans and panted heavily.

Soon he heard how feet met the floor, and crept down as fast as he could. He flipped the covers and felt his semen against his stomach. He grimaced. The light went on and Sam closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

First, the girl sneaked out after a long kiss, and then he could hear Dean swear after closing the door. "For fuck sake Sam", he cursed and then turned of the lights again, before entering his own bed. Sam knew, that Dean didn't know what he had been up to, but he couldn't help but to blush. Cause Sam knew, that he just came to the sight of his brother. He felt like was going to throw up, but stayed in bed.

Not long after, the younger could hear that the older had fallen asleep and at last, Sam hurried from the bed to the bathroom where he immediately jumped into the shower. Not until he had scrubbed every inch of his body, did he return to bed. He throw the covers and slept under a blanket for the rest of the night, the little amount of time he did sleep. The rest of the time, he thought about Dean. And then he realized, he had to leave.

A/N;; Prologue – finito! Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed this little kick of, there will soon be more. There will be leaps in time, and their past will be my hotchpotch, mishmash, what ever you like to call it, cause I don't know anything about it yet. And I don't think Sammy mastrubates to the sight of his brother in the series.

Anyways, lots of love to you, see you soon!

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