Insects

Apr. 9th, 2015 03:36 pm
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Title: Insects
Rating: PG13
Genre: Gen, Wee!chester, fluff, a smidge of angst
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
Word count: 2230
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the creators of Supernatural, only the story is mine. No profit is being made and no copyright infringement intended.
Beta: The wonderful [livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte. Thank you, honey!

Authors Notes: I wrote this little ficlet many months ago as a gift for [livejournal.com profile] electricmonk333 and then with all of the crap happening in my life, I forgot to post it! I was looking for something on my laptop and stumbled across it. I'm sorry it took me so long to post it, Shafaeli. I'm so glad to hear you're finally home! I hope this little bit of fluff puts a smile on your face. Forgive me for the angst that crept in, I can't seem to help myself ;)
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Title: Buffalo Bill
Rating: PG13
Genre: SPN Gen. Outsider POV
Characters/pairings: OMCs, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Warnings: Some adult language, mild drug use, and underage drinking.
Words: Approx 7000
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. None of the characters from Supernatural belong to me, I only lay claim to my original characters and story.
Summary: Sixteen year old Trevor has a great plan to make a little cash to spend, this summer. He and Joey are going to boost that big, shiny black car from the two dudes staying at the motel his mother manages, and then sell it. He has it all planned. The men are harmless, pansy-ass antiquers, so it's not like it'll be risky. It'll be just like stealing candy from a baby...


Author's Notes: This was written for a fabulous prompt from [livejournal.com profile] septembers_coda for this year's Summergen, in hopes of breaking the writer's block that has been plaguing me for far too long. Unfortunately, I left it until the very last minute, then had connection problems, and because I ended up rushing it, the posted story was absolutely chock-full of errors. Thank you, so much, to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] fufaraw who offered to beta the fic for me before I posted it here. You're a life saver, honey! More notes after the story.
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reggie11: (Happy)
If you haven't found the fabulously cute comm [livejournal.com profile] spn_on_parade then you're missing out on all the fun. There's lots of weekly shenanigans with mini Team Free Will that will put a huge smile on your face. Go take a look!

Today I discovered I'd I won this week's caption comp (below), so I thought I'd say thank you to the mods properly with the help of mini Dean. Pic under the cut.


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Just a little manip I made a while ago as part of the banner for my This Could Be the Start of Something Good fic with Jensen as a stripper. I decided to give it a dramatic background and add the anti-possession tatt to make it pic of Dean. I was messing around on my DeviantArt page and realised that I hadn't posted it here on LJ, so here it is - a little eye candy for you.

The body is that of model Justin Sampson which has been used for previous manips of Jensen but I really liked Jensen's expression in the pic I chose to use.


Full size pic below the cut
There's a little glimpse of pubes showing but other than that it's SFW.


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Rating: NC17
Genre: PWP
Characters: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 5320
Spoilers: Small spoilers to the beginning of season 4.
Warnings: Wincest, references to canonical character deaths.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words and imagination. If I did, this would have really happened.
Author’s Notes: This is my first time writing slash and Wincest. I'm so nervous I've bitten off all of my fingernails *runs and hides*. This is part three of my Firsts 'verse but each story is stand alone and if you don't like het you may not want to read parts one and two. Part one was Dean's first time and part two was Sam's. This chronicles their firsts together.


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Title: Little Boy Blue
Rating: PG13
Genre: Gen, Weechesters
Characters/ Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OC
Word Count: 1090
Warnings: Some course language and violence - adult themes.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the creator and the network. No profit is being made - just doing this for fun.
Summary: Someone nasty has their eye on six year old Sammy. It's up to eleven year old Dean to save the day and possibly his baby brother's life.
Author’s Notes: Written for a Triple Play prompt on [livejournal.com profile] ohsam. 1. Store or mall 2. Dean and kidnapper 3. Wee!Sam gets lost in the store and almost gets kidnapped. Dean kicks some ass. I veered from the prompt just slightly as Sammy didn't get lost.



He sees him by the comic books in his too big hand-me-down shirt and jeans, his small hand reverently stroking the covers. This is his new favorite hunting ground – the racks of comics are close to the store entrance which is right beside the fire exit. So many little ones left alone whilst their parents peruse the book offerings further inside the store. It's always so easy to take them, it’s almost like they are being offered up so why shouldn’t he take them.

He’s already done this twice before – never in the same state, after all he’s not stupid. It’s been months since his last little toy broke and had to be discarded and he’d been such fun to play with, just like this one will be – he’s perfect. He looks to be around six or seven years old with soft wavy brown hair, big dimples and expressive puppy dog eyes. He can’t wait to see those eyes tear-filled, to see the fear in them. Little boy blue. He suppresses a shiver.

He can see how much the boy wants one of those comics, maybe he could lure him away with the promise of one. Much less chance of attracting attention that way, there’s always a risk that he might be seen if he drags him out. He knows this one was meant to be because he didn’t come in with an adult just an older child – brother maybe – no more than twelve and completely absorbed with the car magazines further over. This will be a piece of cake.

He can’t wait any longer – can’t lose this golden opportunity whilst the older boy is distracted. He stands next to the boy and picks up a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comic, one of the ones the boy has been eyeing. He’s about to speak to the child, ask for help in choosing something for his son but the boy is instantly wary and starts to look around for the other one. He knows if he speaks the boy will leave or call out, he’ll have to snatch him now. He quickly scans around and seeing nobody close by he grabs the boy’s arm and clasps his hand to his mouth, lifting him easily and moving quickly through the entrance to the door of the fire exit. “De..” The rest is muffled quickly by his large hand.

Dean is three racks over but instantly hears Sam’s small cry, even over the cheesy music playing through the store’s PA system. He rushes to where his brother had been but the space is empty. He whirls around and thinks he sees his brother’s small feet disappearing through the fire exit just outside the store and takes off at a run. He pushes through the doors screaming, “Sammy!” and sees a man pushing his little brother into a car parked just outside.

He yells, “Hey!” and the man turns toward him with a feral look on his face.

He’s annoyed that the older boy found him so quickly but it won’t make any difference. He’ll be in the car and gone by the time the older child can run for help. He grins at him as he pushes his prize over the bench seat to the passenger side. He knows his toy can’t escape because he removed the door handle. But instead of screaming, or running to find an adult the boy reaches behind himself and pulls a small snub nosed pistol from his waistband. What the hell?

“Move away from the car you sick fuck or I’ll blow a hole clear through your head.” The boy has a steady aim, not even a small tremor in his outstretched arms.

He weighs up his options – would the boy actually do it? He’s just a child himself. He could most likely throw himself into the car and be gone by the time the boy can react but then the boy calmly flips off the safety.

“I won’t say it again, move!”

He raises in arms in front of himself in a gesture of surrender and steps away from the car door.

“All the way to the back.”

He complies, walking backward toward the car trunk.

“Sammy, get out of the car.”

The small one, his beloved prize, leaps from the car and runs to the older child who pushes him behind to shield him.

“Are you alright?”

The little boy is crying, snot and tears running down his face, exactly the way he had pictured he would look when he got him to his play room – beautifully terrified. But now he would never get to play with this toy.

“M’okay,” the small boy snuffles and hiccups, pressing into his brother’s back.

“Do you think you can run when I tell you?”

“Uh huh.”

Before he gets a chance to think about the boys calling for help or the police the older boy speaks again.

“Throw me the car keys.” His stance hasn’t wavered, his face a mask of cold fury that looks odd on a child. There is zero fear. He tosses the keys and the boy moves forward enough to pull them toward himself with his foot.

“Get the keys, Sammy.” The small boy picks up the keys with one hand while the other arm is wiping his face.

“Get ready to run,” Dean whispers.

“You one of those sick fucks that get off on hurting little kids?”

The question is obviously rhetorical because the boy doesn’t seem to be expecting an answer and he doesn’t offer one. He is really regretting everything now, not only choosing this particular boy but parking where no other soul is likely to walk by.

The older boy moves toward him but not getting close enough to be grabbed or tackled.

“You were gonna hurt my baby brother.”

Before he can begin to talk or plead he feels the bullet shatter his knee at the same moment he hears the explosion of the gun being fired. White hot fire burns its way through his body and he is vaguely aware of the older boy shouting “Run, Sammy!”

His vision dims to black spots as he thinks about the incriminating souvenirs in his car that he kept from his two previous toys and wishes he had kept them somewhere safe as he hears running footsteps approaching and a voice telling him to hold on, an ambulance and police are on their way. He wants to run, needs to escape but as he hears the distant sirens, the darkness claims him.

Fin
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Title: Forced
Rating: M
Genre: Gen, Teenchesters
Characters/ Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 5388
Warnings: Course language
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the creator and the network. No profit is being made - just doing this for fun.
Summary: While John is away on a hunt fifteen year old Sam begins to defy Dean at every turn. Is it teenage rebellion or is there something more sinister behind it?
Author’s Notes: Sam is fifteen and Dean is nineteen.

THIS STORY IS ON HIATUS UNTIL FEBRUARY


Dean had an afternoon off work and had swung by the high school to pick up Sam. He noticed an awkward girl around Sam's age watching his brother intently as he approached the Impala.

“Who’s the chick?”

Sam turned his head to see who Dean was talking about and screwed up his face. “Her name’s Lissa, she’s weird – she creeps me out.”

“She doesn’t look so bad. She got a crush on you?”

“Maybe...I dunno, she watches me all the time and follows me everywhere. She’s weird.”

“Jeez Sammy, you’re such a prude. The girl is obviously hot for you and she ain’t ugly, you should hit that.”

“You’re gross, Dean. Is sex all you think about?”

Dean laughed and playfully punched Sam’s arm. At fifteen, if someone had wanted to give it up for him he would’ve been on them like white on rice. Sometimes he couldn’t believe they were even related.

A week later, Dean came back from work to the run down house their dad had left them in while he was off on a hunt to find Sam and Lissa on the sofa spelunking for each other’s tonsils. “Uh, don’t mind me, I’m just going to get a beer,” he smirked as he walked into the kitchen. He obviously doesn’t think she’s weird anymore , he laughed to himself. He stopped laughing when he looked into the empty refrigerator and then out through the window and noticed the untouched woodpile in the backyard. Sam was supposed to chop more wood for the fire when he got home from school and he hadn’t picked up any of the groceries he was supposed to get. He understood what it was like to be fifteen and horny but that didn’t excuse him from doing his chores. Just because dad wasn’t there it didn’t mean Sam could slack off.

He walked back into the living room where both kids had straightened themselves out. “Lissa is it? I think it’s time you headed home, Sam has some stuff he needs to do.” He steeled himself for Sam’s pissy response but he just sat there.

“Um, yeah okay, I guess I should be getting home. Walk me out Sam?” The teenager walked her to the door and she leaned in and whispered something to him. He nodded and then said goodbye as she left.

“Dude, I know I said you should get some, but priorities, man. You didn’t pick up food on your way home so there’s nothing here for breakfast in the morning. I’ve been busting my hump all day and now I have to go to the store. Plus, you need to get your ass outside and cut some wood or we’re going to freeze later.”

Sam just stood looking at the door with a thousand yard stare. Annoyed now, Dean clicked his fingers in front of his brother’s face, “Hey space cadet, are you listening?”

“Oh...yeah...sorry, I’ll do it now.”

As Dean picked up his keys to head back out to go to the market he said, “I thought you didn’t like Lissa?”

Sam just stood there for a second then frowned and replied, “I don’t, I told you that. She’s weird.”

“Your weird,” Dean countered as he closed the door behind him.
ooOoo

He wasn’t sure what woke him so his hand instinctively went to the handle of the knife he kept under his pillow. He pulled on the jeans that were at the foot of his bed and crept into the hall.  A log in the fireplace fell and crackled and he knew that was most likely what had woken him. The bathroom light was on and the door was ajar. Wondering if Sam was sick he poked his head in but the room was empty. He quietly padded across the hall to check on Sam but when he opened the door, the bed was also empty. Unease started to turn to fear as he checked the rest of the house. Sam wasn’t here. He quickly checked the salt lines and finding them all intact, ran outside calling his brother’s name.

Sam’s cell phone was plugged into the charger in the kitchen. Panic gripped him in its vise like grip as he started to run through a list in his head of anything that might have been able to get past the salt and protective sigils to get in and take his brother as he quickly got dressed. He couldn’t think of one damned monster that should be able to do it. He ran to grab his keys and gun and then grabbed his own cell phone. He’d hold off calling his dad while he did a quick search of the area just in case.

He was about to turn the corner two blocks down when he saw a familiar tall, gangly shape climbing out of a window of a house almost as rundown as their own. He slammed the brakes on and jumped from the car as Sam came slouching toward the footpath.

He pulled his gun as he got to his brother. “Are you okay?”

Sam looked startled and stopped in his tracks. “Dean?”

“What took you? How did you get away and how the hell did it get you out of the house?”

“What? Nothing took me, I walked here.”

“Well then what the hell are you doing out and whose house is this?” He couldn’t believe Sam had snuck out like a thief in the night.

“I had to see her.”

“What? Who?” And then it hit him. “Lissa? You snuck into some girl’s house in the middle of the night? What the hell is wrong with you? What if her parents had caught you? Do you know how much shit could rain down on us because you're thinking with your dick? Get in the fucking car!”

When Sam just stood there, Dean shot forward grabbing the teen by the collar and growled, “Get. In. The. Fucking. Car. Now!” He pushed him into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

“I had to see her.”

Dean shoved his brother through the front door of the house. “You are so fucking grounded, do you hear me? You EVER pull a stunt like this again and I’ll beat you into next week. Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought something had taken you, you little fucker. You can tell your little girlfriend that you won’t be seeing her anymore as well, outside of school you’ll be training and doing every nasty-ass chore I can find for you.” He was shaking from anger and adrenaline brought on by terror. “Get to bed now before I decide to kick your ass.”
ooOoo
The next morning Dean got Sam up at the butt-crack of dawn and even though he tried to get out of it when he was woken by saying he wasn’t feeling well he made him do a three mile run. When he returned he was given a long list of jobs to do when he got home from school. Throughout it all Sam never said a single word and Dean had thought at least the kid was smart enough not to mouth off at him or give him any more lame excuses.

“All of this better be finished by the time I get home from work and except for homework, you’ll be training the entire weekend.”

Dean arrived home that evening to an empty house. Not one thing on his list had been done and Sam’s backpack wasn’t there so it was obvious he hadn’t even come home after school. He debated going looking for Sam but thought he’d give it another hour even though he was beyond angry. Sam had never defied him before – sure they argued over things and he was always getting into it with their dad but he always did what Dean told him to. He was going to beat the shit out of the little brat.

Forty five minutes later, at 7PM, Sam shuffled through the front door, dropping his backpack to the floor.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Dean seethed. The kid didn’t even look remorseful – he looked kind of dopey.

“Uh...I was at the park.”

Dean slammed him back into the door choking on rage, “You were told to come straight home and you decide to go to the park? After your little stunt last night, do you have a death wish or something?”

“N..no, Lissa wanted me to go with her.”

“Lissa? I don’t Goddamn believe you! You disobeyed an order for some chick you didn’t even like a week ago!” It took all of the older boy’s willpower not to punch Sam in the face. “Get in your fucking room before I knock you on your ass.”

He was so furious he couldn’t see straight. This was so unlike his little brother. Yeah he was starting to be an argumentative son-of-a-bitch sometimes but he’d never done anything like this before. Dean had never hit Sam outside of sparring but tonight he’d come pretty damn close. He was going to run him into the ground the entire weekend, maybe that would teach the little dick a lesson.

He made them both sandwiches for dinner because he was too tired and too angry to bother to try and cook anything. When he took some into Sam, the kid was sitting on his bed just staring off into space. He thrust the plate at him and for the first time ever, he had to tell his little brother to do his homework.

Dean had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the phone ring. It stopped after a couple of rings and he figured Sam had picked up it was probably dad checking in. He was debating telling his father what was going on as he quickly toweled himself off but he knew his father would lose his shit so he thought it best to handle it himself. He may have been angry but he didn’t even want to think about what his dad would do to the kid. He quickly threw on a pair of sweats and walked into the living room to see Sam hunched over talking quietly into the receiver. “Is that dad?”

Sam looked up but wouldn’t meet his eyes and shook his head no. “Who is it then?”

He cupped his hand over the mouthpiece, “Uh, it’s Lissa.”

Dean reached Sam in two long strides and ripped the phone from his hand. “Lissa, this is Dean. Sam can’t see you anymore, he’s grounded. Please don’t call here again.” He slammed the phone down.

“I thought I told you to tell that her that you couldn’t see her again.”

“I did.”

“So why did she call here?”

“She said she didn’t care.”

Dean was incredulous. “Well you’d better care or you ain’t gonna like the consequences. Go to bed. I want all of the weapons stripped and cleaned first thing in the morning then you can chop the wood we need for the rest of the week.  After that we’re going to do target practice and finish with a five mile run. I don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth tonight, not one word. Go.”
ooOoo
“Rise and Shine, you’ve got a lot to do today.”

A messy brown mop of hair poked out from beneath the covers as he slapped at the overly large feet. “I don’t feel so hot, Dean.”

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not weaseling your way out of this. You did the crime, you do the time.  If you aren’t eating breakfast in the next ten minutes, you can go without and add a morning run to your punishment.”

Sam spent the entire time cleaning the weapons in complete silence. Dean hoped it was because he was feeling guilty for the ridiculous crap he’d been pulling and not because he was sulking. When he finished Dean jerked his thumb toward the woodpile in the backyard, “Get chopping, Paul Bunyan.” Sam didn’t bitch and moan or even glare – he just walked out and picked up the axe.

Dean was listening to the steady thunking noise of wood splitting while he was flicking through an old car magazine. He figured he’d relax for a bit because he was going to be out there pushing Sam hard for the rest of the day. Stupid little brat, he thought as he thumbed his way through. He’d hoped to spend the day getting in some R&R – he’d been working his ass off at the garage all week.

After a short while, he realized that he wasn’t hearing anything from out back anymore and irritation started to mount because there was no way his brother had chopped nearly enough for what they needed for a week and the lazy runt shouldn’t even be game enough to be slacking off. He sighed heavily as he pulled himself from the chair to go and bawl Sam out for stopping. As he got to the back stairs he saw that Sam was no longer even in the yard.

You’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding me!

It probably hadn’t been longer than ten minutes so he figured Sam couldn’t have gotten too far and jumped in the car practically vibrating with anger. Sam had gone too far this time and he’d obviously stopped listening to Dean so he was going to have to deal with a very pissed off John Winchester and right about now Dean thought it served the kid right – but that would be after Dean kicked the living shit out of him.

He saw the hunched, loping figure of his brother a few houses away from the girl’s house, he figured that would be where Sam was heading. Dean loved girls but he’d never been so far gone on one that he’d be willing to face the wrath of their father to be with her. He figured Sam had maybe lost his virginity to her – along with all of his common sense and survival instinct.

He pulled to the curb and almost flew out of the car, fury making his vision dark around the edges. He grabbed Sam by the arm causing the younger boy to startle and shoved him into the back seat. Launching into a stream of curses that would make a marine blush he dragged him out of the car when they reach their ramshackle house just a couple of minutes later.

“You want to test me, Sam? Is that what this is about? Because if you wanted to find out what my limit was, you’ve found it and then some.”

He shoved the boy through the front door and continued shouting, “You were heading to her house weren’t you?”

When he got no answer he finally snapped and lost control. The punch sent Sam sprawling to the floor, his lip splitting under Dean’s fist. Although he’d had much worse while hunting and even occasionally while training, Dean had never purposely hit or hurt Sam before and seeing the blood on his baby brother’s lip stopped him in his tracks.

“Damn it Sam, why?”

Sam wiped the blood from his mouth but made no move to get up. He didn’t look up either – his eyes hidden by his long bangs. “She told me to meet her...I had to.”

“For fuck’s sake Sammy, if she told you to jump off a bridge would you do that too?”

Sam cocked his head to the side like he was thinking seriously about his answer and then said the one thing that Dean would never have expected. “Yes.”

His anger hadn’t really abated but the desire to hit had and he reached down to offer his hand to pull Sam to his feet. “Look I know sex can be pretty damned fantastic kiddo but you’ve gotta start thinking with something other than your dick. This is a hell of a turnaround, a week ago you said the girl was weird and now you’re defying me and risking a hell of a beat down from dad for her. I thought you didn’t even like her.”

“I don’t like her and she is weird!”

“You don’t like her but you’re screwing her?”

“No...I...we haven’t done...not yet.”

“Then why in the name of all things holy are you sneaking out and breaking every damn rule me and dad have given you.”

Sam looked confused, “Because she told me to.”

Suddenly, Dean’s mouth went dry. All of this was so unlike Sam – the sneaking around, the blatant disregard of Dean’s orders and now that look of pure bewilderment. None of this seemed ‘natural’.

“Sit down, Sammy.” The boy sat on the sofa while Dean got ice from the freezer for his lip. “You said you had to. Do you have to do everything that Lissa tells you?”

Sam nodded his head.

“What has Lissa told you to do?”

“Um...I can’t tell you.”

“Because you don’t want to or because you can’t?”

He answered quickly but was looking anxiously between the clock and the door like he was going to try and make a break for it. “I can’t.”

“Is that because Lissa told you that you can’t?”

He nodded his head again. A spell or a curse maybe? Dean thought. First he had to figure out the extent of the control. He stood in front of the door to block the exit.

“You supposed to be with her now?” He got another nodded response, “Did she threaten you?” He shook his head no. Okay, that’s a start.

“Has she made you do anything bad?” Sam scrunched up his face like he wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Okay, let me reword that. If she asked you to hurt someone would you have to do it?”

“Yes.”

“Have you hurt anyone?”

“No.”

“Is she human?”

He got another scrunched up face in response and then Sam started to look at the door desperately.

“It’s okay Sammy, we’ll figure this out but you’re not going anywhere until we do.”

Just to test his theory he stepped away from the door and moved toward the kitchen. The moment he did, Sam shot out of his chair and made a run for it. Dean tackled him to the floor and a small whine escaped the younger boy. Just then, the phone rang. Figuring it was their father and Dean needed all the help he could get, he stuffed Sam into the hall closet and braced a chair against the handle.

“Sorry kid, but I gotta get this and you ain’t going anywhere.”

When he picked up the phone there was silence on the other end. He said hello a couple of times and then hung up the receiver. It could’ve been a wrong number but he was betting it was Lissa, Sam was supposed to meet her and he didn’t show up and now she’s looking for him.

As soon as I figure out what you are and how you’re doing this, I’m coming for you bitch!

Sam was frantically banging on the closet door making distressed whimpers. Knowing his brother was likely to hurt himself, he knew he was going to have to let him out but he also knew that whatever was compelling him was going to make him do his damnedest to escape. There was no other option, he was going to have to tie Sam up. The thought made him feel a little sick – he was already feeling plenty guilty for hitting the kid. He couldn’t use rope because if Sam struggled, he was going to get rope burn and he didn't want to hurt him so he quickly shred a sheet into strips to use instead.

After he had a sweating Sam bound to a chair he started with the questions.

“Did she give you anything Sammy, like a gift – anything at all?”

“No.”

“Did she say a spell or speak in a language you didn’t know or Latin or something?”

He started shaking his head frantically, “No.”

“Tell me everything she said when you first spoke.”

Sam scrunched up his face again.

“She told you that you can’t tell?”

“Yes.”

All of a sudden Sam started to shake and he bent from the waist, “Dean, it hurts, make it stop...please.”

Fuck!

“What hurts Sam?”

“Everything...please...hurts...make it stop.”

He started coughing violently until blood appeared on his mouth that had nothing to do with the split lip.

Dean grabbed Sam’s backpack and upended it on the floor. He spread everything out and started to go through the pockets. He was panicking now because if he was wrong about this he didn’t know what was going to happen to Sam.

“I know this is hard Sammy but you have to look. Is anything in here not yours?”

Sam was gasping but trying hard to focus. He shook his head no. Dean shoved his hands into Sam’s jeans pockets and pulled out his keyring, a pack of gum and a wallet. He opened the wallet but the only things in there were a few dollars, the condom Dean put in there last year, a library card and an old photo of the two of them. His brother was crying with the pain now and Dean was ready to rush to bitch’s house and drag her back there and torture her until she broke whatever it was she had over his little brother. The only problem was he didn’t know what she was – if she was some stupid human kid dabbling in witchcraft or some kind of monster. He also didn’t know if her family were part of it and how many of them there were. If he dragged a teenage girl kicking and screaming from her house, her parents were going to call the cops and if he was arrested he couldn’t help Sam.

He was leaning toward a human using witchcraft because she’d been in the house so it was unlikely she was some kind of monster, the house was well protected.

He was about to call his father when Sam gasped out, “D’n” and had another coughing fit.

He rushed to his brother’s side and pushed the sweaty bangs from his face. “I’m here little bro, I don’t know how she’s doing it, I gotta call dad.”

“Dean...bracelet.”

“What?”

“On my (cough) wrist.” He nodded his head toward his left hand.

Dean pushed the piece of sheet binding his brother’s wrist back revealing the braided leather bracelet. He had a matching one, they made them together when Sam was twelve and they never took them off. He could see where it had snapped and been knotted again.

“It broke last (cough) Friday....oh God, it hurts,” he was bent almost double now, “Lissa’s friend, Holly (gasp) said she found...found it near my locker.” The sweat was pouring off the younger boy now. “She...(cough cough) gave it to me...Monday.”


Dean grabbed a knife and sliced through the leather. For a moment he couldn’t see anything different about it except for where it had snapped and been retied but then he saw it – what looked like a few strands of hair wound tightly together braided through the leather strips.

“Jesus, I hope this works.”

He grabbed the lighter fluid from his duffle and the bag of salt from near the back door, threw the bracelet into the kitchen sink, covered it with both and lit it up. He ran back to his brother’s side and after a minute or two the coughing stopped. Sam was breathing heavily but not gasping for air anymore.

“Sammy, you okay?”

“Yeah... I’m okay. Can you untie me?”

Before Dean grabbed the knife to cut through the bindings he had to make certain, he had to see if the compulsion had been broken and see if Sam could answer him now. “What did she make you do?”

“Ugh, she said I was special. She wanted me to be her boyfriend and – God – I had to make out with her even though I hated it and I couldn’t stop. There was other stuff too but can you untie me first, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

When Dean removed the restraints he helped his brother to stand and Sam threw his arms around his big brother and hugged him fiercely.

“I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t want to do any of it and I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t. I’m so sorry!”

“Not your fault, kiddo, I’m sorry I hit you and I’m sorry that I didn’t work out sooner that something was wrong, I should have known. Let’s get you cleaned up and then you need to tell me everything. We need to stop her so she can’t hurt you or anyone else. Do you think you need a doctor?”

“Nah, I’ve just got a killer headache and I still feel kinda sick but I’ve been feeling like that for a few days. Please...please don’t tell dad, he’ll kill me for letting this happen. He already thinks I can’t do anything right.”

“It’s not your fault. It happened on my watch so if anyone is to blame, it’s me. God, you really have been feeling sick and I didn’t believe you. The stuff you were doing – I should have known you would never do that. Sit down and I’ll get you some Tylenol and some water and then you need to tell me everything. We gotta work out what she’s doing and how to stop her.”

He handed the painkillers and a glass of water to Sam who was still as white as a sheet.

“Where were you supposed to meet her?”

“At her house, her parents are away and she’s supposed to be staying at Holly’s.”

“So she’s human right?”

“Yeah, I think so but I dunno for sure, I haven’t tested her or anything. It was like my brain was messed up and I haven’t been able to do or say anything and it’s all kind of foggy. ”

“So did she want you to do anything or is she just so hard up for a boyfriend that she had to use witchcraft?”

“The first couple of weeks at school she just followed me everywhere and was always watching me. She creeped me the hell out but I thought she was just some weirdo freak, then all of a sudden she was talking to me and I needed to do anything and everything she told me to. A few times my head would clear a little bit and I wanted to tell you that I thought something was strange and then...it was like I couldn’t remember what I was going to say.”

“Do you remember everything now?”

“Most of it, there are a couple of blank spots but God, I remember most of it although I wish I didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“She made me touch her and she touched me,” he said with a shudder. “I don’t even like her but she was making me want it while it was happening. I was supposed to sleep with her tonight.”

“Damn, you mean I could’ve left it another day and you would’ve got your cherry popped?” Dean smirked.

“So not funny, Dean.”

“No, you’re right, it’s not. But she just wanted a boyfriend on a leash, right?”

“No, I don’t think so, that was part of it but she said tonight was really important – that everything would be different after tonight. That she would show everyone how powerful she is.”

“Any idea what she meant?”

“A ritual, maybe?”

“Maybe, things like blood and sex can make for some pretty strong magic. Do you think...?”

Before Dean could finish his sentence Sam jumped up from the sofa and ran into the bathroom. He was kneeling in front of the toilet emptying his stomach when Dean ran in behind him.

“Shit, Sam. Are you okay?”

Sam sat back on his heels and wiped his arm over his sweating brow while his older brother wet a washcloth.

“I dunno, I feel pretty awful.”

“Is this from all the pain and coughing?”

“Nah, I’ve been feeling pretty sick for a couple of days, it’s just getting worse.”

“But we burned the bracelet.”

“Maybe it’s just an after effect.”

Dean put the wet cloth on the back of Sam’s neck and felt his clammy forehead. “Shit, kiddo. You’re burning up. Fuck, that means whatever spell was on the bracelet was compelling you to obey but there must be more to it. I’m gonna skin the little skank alive.”

All of a sudden the young teen lurched forward and started retching again. Dean rubbed his back and smoothed his bangs back from his face and after a minute or two he stopped again. He had just rinsed his mouth out when the phone rang. Both boys looked at each other.

“What’s the bet that’s her? I need you to buy us some time, do you think you can do that?”

Sam nodded and got to his feet shakily and he walked out and picked up the phone. “Hello,” he nodded at Dean to indicate it was Lissa.

Dean hoped Sam could stall her long enough so that they could come up with a plan. His brother was listening intently to whatever she was saying and then spoke quietly like he was trying to make her think he didn’t want his older brother knowing about their conversation.

“He’s in the kitchen making me soup. I don’t know what’s wrong, everything hurts real bad and I’m sick,” he panted, groaned and coughed throughout while rolling his eyes, “I tried but I couldn’t get out of the house, he pretty much has me on lockdown.”

Dean really wished he could hear what Lissa was saying.

“Oh... okay.” He grabbed his notebook and a pen from his upturned schoolbag and frantically scribbled, Decem horis expectare dolor sit audacia. He stopped with the coughing and groaning and made it sound like he was getting his breathing back under control, the same way he did when they had burned the bracelet. Dean was pretty impressed at how good he was but their dad had been teaching them both how to con people since they both hit their teens.

Lissa was talking again and Sam had a look on his face that could strip paint. “Thank you...but I can’t get out right now, he’s really worried about me being sick. As soon as he brings me my soup he’s not gonna leave my side until he goes to sleep but I could still sneak out tonight after he’s gone to bed just like you told me to.” Dean was pretty much holding his breath when there was pause while the girl responded and Sam gave his brother a thumbs up signal. “Yeah, I got it, before midnight, okay.” Another pause and his grip on the phone was so tight his knuckles were white and the plastic creaked. “Thank you, Lissa.”

He slammed the phone down, “Bitch!”

“That was Oscar worthy, dude!” Dean grinned, “what the hell were you thanking her for?”

“For putting a hold on the pain part of the compulsion. Bitch told me I had to thank her.”

“So what was the Latin?”

Sam read over the words he had written and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, let’s see, ten hours to wait... let pain...I think that word is abate.” He rolled his eyes, “The phrasing and grammar are all wrong in Latin, like she translated each word separately but it would rhyme in English. It's like a cheesy spell out of the movie ‘The Craft’ but it worked. If I was still wearing the bracelet I’m guessing I’d be coughing up blood again if I didn’t make her timetable. But you were right, it obviously wasn’t just that because I still feel like shit even though I don’t feel like throwing up now and she said she would also do something that would help with the sickness...for a while.”

Dean practically growled, “She’s gonna pay for this.” He flopped into a chair and scrubbed his hand over his face. “We gotta come up with a plan and you gotta tell me everything you remember.”

He looked over at his brother knowing that Sam wouldn’t like what he was going to say next, “And I think we’re gonna have to call dad.”

TBC
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Rating: M
Genre: Gen Teenchesters
Characters/ Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
Word Count:
Warnings: Swearing and violence
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!
Summary: Fifteen year old Sam is left alone for three days while Dean and John are on a hunt. When they return, there are police all over the motel and the person they are looking for is Sam.
Author's Notes: John is a bit mean for a while but he comes around.



Now

This was the first time they’d left Sam alone for three entire nights in a row.  Dean was an old hand at looking after both himself and Sam when he’d been fifteen but he still hadn’t been happy about leaving Sam by himself for so long. John thought Dean was coddling Sam too much and had insisted that things would be fine as long as Sam followed his rules to the letter and he expected nothing less than total obedience from his boys. Even if Sam had been almost constantly argumentative over the last year he still trusted that his youngest would do as he was told when it came down to it. It’s not like the rules were hard to follow – keep the motel room warded, only leave the room to go to school and come straight home and under no circumstances draw any attention to himself or the fact that he was there alone. So when the Impala approached the motel the last thing John expected to see was the motel car park swarming with police.

“Jesus, what the hell?” He swore under his breath.

Driving away and pulling the car into a side street, John told Dean to get out of the car and follow him so they could slip in as close as they could without being seen to try and establish what was going on. At least the fact that it was dark would help.

From their vantage point they could hear snippets of what was being said and they heard one of the cops ask the motel manager which room the boy was staying in. The manager indicated their room and they watched as the officer knocked on the door several times but Sam either wasn’t there or he wasn’t opening the door.

“Goddammit, what the hell has your brother done?” The eldest Winchester fumed. Dean didn’t respond, he just went as white as a sheet as he took out his cell phone to call Sam but John’s hand stilled him. “Don’t. If he’s inside and his phone rings, the cops will know he’s in there.”

The officer spoke again to the manager telling him to call them immediately as soon as the Wilson boy or his family returned. Yep, they were definitely looking for Sam – that was the name they had used when they checked in.

“Three days and he can’t keep out of trouble, and with the law, no less! He knows better than this, I’m going to kick his ass six ways from Sunday when I get hold of him.”

“But sir, what if he’s hurt or gone? Anything could have happened.”

John threw a furious look at his eldest. “He wouldn’t be in trouble with the cops if he was hurt. I don’t know what he’s done but he’s gone too far this time. Let’s just hope we can get him and get the hell out of town before they arrest his sorry ass.”

Another forty minutes later, after the last cruiser drove out of the lot they saw the curtain twitch.

“He’s definitely in the room. Dean, go get the car and bring it right to the door, I need to get him out and us gone as quickly as possible before the manager can call the cops back here.”

“Yes sir.”

Dean wanted more than anything to go and get Sam himself because he knew by the look in his father’s eyes that Sam was in for a world of hurt when John got hold of him, but he knew better than to argue and he jogged back to the Impala.

John skirted the building and approached the room from the opposite direction of the office. As they always did when they could, they had taken the room at the end of the building to allow for a quick getaway if necessary. When he opened the door he found his youngest sitting on the bed chewing his thumbnail with their packed bags at his feet. At least the kid had sense enough to be ready to go as soon as they returned.

“Dad!”

“I don’t want to hear it, Sam!” He roared as he picked up one of the bags and shoved it into Sam’s hands as he grabbed the other two. “You can explain yourself when we’re on the road. Dean’s bringing the car around.”

“But, Dad–”

John cut him off by grabbing him hard by the shoulder and shoving him toward the door. “Not one word out of you, do you hear me? You can’t even be trusted to keep yourself out of trouble for three days, what the hell is wrong with you? Your brother knows how to follow orders but you – you do seem to go out of your way to disappoint me. I thought I could treat you like an adult but all you’ve done is prove to me that you’re a spoiled little child.”

Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes and quickly spilled onto his cheeks. Why did his father always assume the worst in him and he wouldn’t even let him explain. It wasn’t fair.

The rumble of the Impala as Dean pulled up in front of the room had John shoving Sam outside the door.

“Get in the car. Now!”

Dean slid into the passenger seat and watched as his father roughly pushed Sam out of the motel room door and he winced. He dreaded the upcoming drive out of town knowing that it would consist of John screaming at Sam until he was hoarse while Sam tried to explain himself. He didn’t think there was any excuse in the world that Sam could come up with for getting in trouble with the police that would make his dad calm down. Punishment was going to be severe. Even Dean had never brought the heat of the law onto them outside of hunting. What on earth had Sam done?

The back door of the car was pulled open and John pushed a scowling Sam into the backseat but before he could get behind the wheel the manager had run over to them...with a beaming smile on his face which morphed into confusion.

“Mr Wilson, are you leaving? The police need to speak with your son. You must be so proud of him, he was incredibly brave!”

Now it was John’s turn to look confused. Dean swiveled his head from John, to the manager and back to Sam who was still scowling. John recovered quickly. “Yes, of course but we have a family emergency and have to cut our road trip short and get home immediately. We’ll, uh, call the police to let them know where we’ll be.”

The manager frowned, fished a card out of his pocket and handed it to John.

“The deputy gave this to me, I really hope everything is alright with your family. Maybe they’ll let your boy make a statement to the police in your home town.”

He leaned in and smiled at Sam and said, “That was a hell of a thing you did, kid. Hell, most adults aren’t that brave, you take care you hear?”

Sam’s scowl lifted as he politely acknowledged the man, “Thank you, sir. I will.”

The manager looked back to John shaking his head in awe, “And so polite too. You’ve raised a good boy, Mr Wilson. You travel safe now.”

When John got into the car he and Dean exchanged bewildered glances and both looked back at Sam who was now wearing a monumental bitch-face as he sat with his bangs covering his eyes and his arms folded.

As John pulled out of the lot he glanced at his son in the rearview mirror, cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “I think you better tell me what’s going on, son.”

Sam rolled his eyes and grumbled, “So now you want to listen.”
ooOoo

Three hours ago
Sam was sitting quietly in their motel room watching a rerun on the ridiculously archaic TV set. Dean had just called and told him that the hunt was successful and they were two to three hours away. At least they would be out of this dump in the morning, three weeks in this Hicksville was two weeks and six days too long. He was contemplating calling for a pizza because he had some of the money his dad had given him left over when he heard an angry voice and an almighty thump on the wall from the room next door. Just great, now he was going to have to listen to the neighbors fighting, why did dad always have to put them in skeevy motels?

There was another shout and something banged against the wall so hard it made the picture above the beds rattle and then he could hear the sound of breaking glass. He wanted to call the manager to get him to tell them to shut up but he couldn’t because then he might know he was by himself and no matter how annoyingly loud they were being he wouldn’t break his dad’s rule. He wanted the man to trust him like he trusted Dean. He could stay on his own, he was fifteen, it wasn’t like he was a kid anymore.

He was about to turn up the TV to try and drown out some of the noise when he heard what sounded like a woman practically yelping. It wasn’t the first time he’d overheard a bit of domestic violence but this sounded worse than he’d heard before so he switched off the TV. Now he could actually hear the sounds of a beating. If there was one thing he was familiar with it was the sound of fists connecting with bodies – he’d sparred enough and he and his family had been thrown around enough by all sorts of things since he’d started hunting with Dad and Dean. He was torn. He didn’t want to break the rules but he couldn’t sit and listen to some asshole beating on his wife or girlfriend. Maybe he could make an anonymous call to the police.

He was brought out of his musing by the sound of a woman screaming and begging for her attacker to stop. Sam slipped out of the door of their room and saw that a man a few rooms down had opened his door too but he shook his head when he saw Sam and turned around and went back inside. Typical, nobody wanted to get involved. The noises were getting worse and the woman was pleading and whimpering so Sam peeked through a gap in the window and what he saw chilled him to the bone. A man was beating a young woman bloody on the bed and tearing off her clothes. There were no prizes for guessing what he was about to do.

Without really thinking about it Sam threw the door open shouting for the attacker to stop. It wasn’t until afterward that he thought that he probably should have gone and grabbed the gun Dad had left him. It would’ve ended things much more abruptly and quietly.

The man turned and shouted at Sam to get out at the same time the woman screamed again for help.

“Get the fuck away from her!”

“Piss off, kid, this is none of your business.”

Sam stepped further into the room drawing up to his full six foot height  – thanks to a massive growth spurt over the past few months – trying to look as imposing as he could, which really wasn’t very because although he had gotten a good six inches taller, it had left him really skinny and gangly.

The man actually laughed as he backhanded the woman on the bed and stepped menacingly toward him.

“Walk away, kid or I’ll fuck up your pretty little face too.”

The man was much bigger than Sam – a couple of inches shorter but a hell of a lot bulkier – but Sam had the advantage of being sober where the other man was obviously drunk and he’d been trained in hand-to-hand combat. He was also taught by Dean to fight as down as dirty as he had to.

“I don’t think so,” he answered as he saw the bleeding woman scramble to cover herself and try to flee to the bathroom.

She made a dash for it and the man lunged and grabbed her arm in a fierce grip. As he went to tug her back toward him, Sam kicked out connecting his foot with the man’s soft midsection causing him to immediately release his hold on the woman as the air was knocked out of him. He recovered quickly and hurled himself toward Sam with a roar but was deftly sidestepped, then Sam threw a solid right hook to the man’s jaw and wow, he was really going to feel that later.

The man began swinging. Sam dodged the punch that was aimed at his face but wasn’t quite fast enough to completely avoid being hit in the ribs which slightly winded him. The man had a menacing look on his face and was attempting to crowd Sam into a corner. He knew if the guy managed to grapple with him, he’d lose the upper hand because of the man’s sheer bulk so he feinted with a punch toward the man’s face and then punched him solidly in the groin. As he doubled over, Sam slipped around and gave a brutally hard one-two punch to the man’s kidneys and he went down like a sack of potatoes.

Sam stood over him still in a fighter’s stance, panting and sweating and said, “Are you done?”

The guy used a chair to slowly pull himself to his feet and spat out at the woman, “This is not over bitch,” and staggered out the door.

The woman who had managed to wrap the quilt around her mostly naked, battered body slumped to the floor and Sam ran to her side.

“Are you okay? God, stupid question, I’m sorry. Let me help you over to the bed.”

He gently helped her to stand and moved her until she was sitting on the bed in an obvious state of shock. She looked up at him with glassy eyes.

“Thank you, you saved my life. When I left him he said he’d find me. He said he’d kill me.”

A woman rushed through the door with a blanket saying something about how the police and an ambulance were on their way and Sam turned to find he had an audience of astonished faces of three or four motel occupants and the manager. When all eyes were on the injured woman he quietly slipped back into his room, packed their duffles and turned the lights off.

He thought his dad would be really proud of him but also knew that he wouldn’t want Sam pulled into a police investigation so he knew to be ready to go as soon as Dad and Dean got back. When the police showed up they knocked on the door after they’d interviewed the witnesses but he stayed silent until they left thinking nobody was in the room.

After he heard the last squad car leave he chanced a small peek out the window to make sure they were all gone then sat on the bed to wait, coming down from the adrenaline high. When his dad burst through the door he felt enormous relief.

“Dad!”
ooOoo

Now
By the time Sam finished his tale John was speechless. He watched as Dean’s incredulous look changed into a broad grin as he leaned over the seat and ruffled Sam’s hair.

“Way to go, Sammy, you seriously kicked some ass! You’re a hero, dude! ”

Sam blushed and said, “I didn’t do anything that anyone else wouldn’t have done. M’not a hero.”

John was still trying to wrap his mind around what his youngest had just told him. Surely he was embellishing the story so he wouldn’t be in trouble. But then there was the motel manager’s expression and the way he said how brave Sam had been. He knew he had to say something but he just didn’t know what. His son had displayed an amazing amount of bravery but he had also broken the rules about drawing unwanted attention with no thought to his own safety. Then again, how could he be angry at the boy for saving a woman from being beaten, raped and possibly worse. Still, it scared him to think of how many things could have gone wrong. Sam was a gawky fifteen year old child who took on a violent, grown man without even knowing if he was armed.

He was also slightly ashamed for thinking the worst and going off on Sam without letting him explain. Unfortunately, John didn’t much care for the feeling and it made him angry.

“You realize you could’ve gotten yourself killed, Sammy.”

The young teen rolled his eyes and then looked pointedly at his father. “So what was I supposed to do, just let the douchebag rape and kill her?”

“You could’ve called in an anonymous tip to the police,” John replied gruffly.

“Dad, by the time they got there it would’ve been too late.”

Dean’s smile fell. After finding out what really happened – that Sammy was a goddamn hero – his dad and his brother were back to fighting again. If it had have been Dean that handed the would-be rapist his ass he’s sure his dad would be praising him so why was couldn’t he do that with Sammy?

“He saved her Dad, isn’t that what we do – save people?”

His father looked at him with an expression of frustration. “That’s different, Dean and you know it.”

Sam was back to scowling and Dean was pretty sure he could see tears in his eyes even though he had his head down.

“No, Dad, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you explain it to me.”

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me, boy.”

“I didn’t mean any disrespect, sir, I genuinely don’t understand.”

“He’s just angry because it was me, Dean. Apparently I can’t do anything right.”

“Don’t be a smartass, Sam. You’re not too old for me to take my belt to.”

Everyone fell into an uneasy silence that lasted for the next fifty miles until John pulled into a gas station to get some coffee. Sam huffed out that he needed to use the bathroom and practically stomped across the tarmac.

“I don’t understand why you’re angry with him, Dad. He did something amazing and brave.”

“I’m not...I’m not angry with him, Dean but what he did was reckless.”

Dean looked at his father, realization dawning, “You're scared. He could’ve been hurt and it frightened you.”

John swiped his large calloused hand across his face. “He could’ve gotten himself killed.”

“Dad, he could be killed on a hunt. How is it any different?”

“Because he has us to back him up,” he shouted, “he went in alone and unarmed.”

“So you are scared?”

“Of course! He’s my baby and he went in alone!”

“And how would you have felt if we’d gotten back and an innocent woman had been killed and Sam had just sat there and done nothing? You trained us to protect people, Dad.”

“I know. It’s just...I can’t lose him. I can’t lose either of you.”

“You didn’t even apologize for jumping to the wrong conclusion. If you two keep fighting all the time you’ll lose him anyway, by pushing him away.”

John looked at his son and thought, Is that what I’m doing?

He bowed his head. “You’re right, it’s just he’s so damn headstrong and it’s going to get him into trouble.”

“I wonder where he gets that from.”

John scowled at Dean but knew he was right. As much as it annoyed him, he and Sam were too alike. He saw Sam walking back to the car, head down and dragging his feet.

“Go and get us some coffee, son. I need to talk to your brother.”

He saw the look Dean gave him and said, “I’m not going to fight with him, okay.”

Dean exited the car as Sam got in the back purposely not looking at his father.

“You did good, son.” Sam’s head snapped up and he looked at his father with hope shining in his eyes. “I’m sorry I thought the worst of you. I just saw the cops and...” He shook his head.

Sam knew that his father rarely apologized for anything and even though it might’ve sounded half-hearted to some, it was as close to praise as John ever gave.

“Thanks, Dad.”

When Dean got back to the car Sam was staring out the window smiling and his father was watching him furtively in the mirror with a look of pride on his face that he couldn’t quite hide and suddenly everything felt right in his world again.

He was with his family – his two favorite people, his father whom he idolized and his little brother, the reluctant hero.

Fin
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This is Part One of Firsts 'verse dealing with first sexual encounters. This chapter deals with Dean's first time. The second will be Sam's and the third will be Wincest but each fic is stand-alone.

Rating:
NC17
Genre: PWP
Characters: Dean, OFC
Word Count: 3240
Spoilers: None. Pre-series.
Warnings: Graphic Het sex. Underage (Dean is fifteen)
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me - I'm just borrowing them. No copyright infringement intended.
Author’s Notes: This is my first time writing porn and it's a little nerve wracking. I hope it's not disappointing. This first story is purely het, the second will be het with just a dash of M/M and the third will be pure slash. If you don't like Wincest you only need avoid the third story.


Dean had known he was attractive before he had even hit puberty because people constantly said so. From the time he stopped thinking girls were gross, he realized that he could have them eating out of the palm of his hand with his smile and swagger and he used it to full advantage. He was always confident – with the way they lived and the things he’s seen and done, he’d always seemed older than his age. Whatever school he landed in, he’d smile and wink and the girls just ate it up. Even at thirteen he had that whole rebel without a cause thing going so he really had no problem fitting in wherever he went. The girls wanted him and the guys wanted to be like him. He didn’t have much free time though because he had to look after Sammy. Not that he minded – he adored his little brother and Sammy worshiped the ground he walked on.

His first proper kiss was with Sally Kingston when they were living in a trailer park in Oregon. He was not long gone thirteen and she was fifteen and she taught him the fine art of French kissing in the laundry room and let him get to second base that same day. During week two she jerked him off and taught him how to bring her off with his fingers.  It was awesome! On his fourteenth birthday he convinced Rachel McCarthy to give him his first blow job behind the science block at school. By that age he could pretty much get any girl he wanted and he was even getting hit on by guys. He learned quickly that he could flirt with just about anyone to get anything he wanted.

Two weeks after Dean’s fifteenth birthday Sam had asked if he could spend the night at his new friend’s house. Dean knew his father wouldn’t approve but he wasn’t going to be back for a few more days. Sam always found moving around and not having permanent friends really hard so he couldn’t bring himself to say no to those pleading eyes but made him promise to keep it their secret. If dad found out he’d have Dean’s balls.

With nobody to make dinner for he thought he’d take the opportunity to see if Luke was home. Luke was always bragging that his parents would stay out ‘til all hours on a Friday night and he and his older brother would get drunk. Dad was on a hunt and Sammy wasn’t going to be home until lunch time tomorrow so hell yeah, that sounded like fun. As luck would have it Luke wasn’t home. Dean found himself sitting on a bench at the park trying to figure if he could stretch their meager funds enough to go see a movie when he saw her. She was sitting under a tree flicking through a magazine. She had long brown hair tucked behind her ear and she was wearing a skin tight, low cut t-shirt that barely contained her ample breasts. He couldn’t stop staring – man she was hot. She looked up and caught him watching her and even though she was obviously a lot older than him he was cocky enough to flash her his best smile. When she grinned back he sauntered over, “Hey.”

“Hey yourself” She bent forward to retrieve a pack of cigarettes from her bag and he spied a tattoo of a butterfly peeking out from her jeans on her lower back.

“Cool tatt”

“Thanks, ya wanna smoke?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I’m Jasmine”

“Dean. Pretty name for a pretty girl”

“Well aren’t you a smooth one,” she let out a husky laugh that had his dick twitching and he flashed another smile. “You’re cute, how old are you?”

He knew he looked older than he was, partly from his recent growth spurt, partly from all of his physical training and partly from his self confidence so he thought he’d see if he could get away with it. Plus, by the way she was staring at his lips he knew she liked what she saw, there was no way he was gonna blow this by telling the truth, “Seventeen.”

“Hmmm, seventeen huh? Really?” She gave him a thorough once over looking a little doubtful but if she didn’t believe him, she didn’t say so.

“How old are you?”

She smiled at that and licked her lips. “Nineteen.”

She commented on his Led Zeppelin T-shirt which led to talking about music and he found they both had very similar musical taste. Dean flirted shamelessly and he was a little surprised when Jasmine flirted right back. He never had a problem getting with girls his own age or even a little older but his mind was blown that a hot nineteen year old babe really seemed into him. After an hour or so of talking and smoking and with his heart hammering in his chest, he leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him back. He broke the kiss and put his hand to her cheek and looked at her to gauge her reaction. She flicked her half lidded gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back to his eyes again so he kissed her again lightly touching her bottom lip with his tongue. When she let out a small sigh he deepened the kiss. When they came up for air she suggested that maybe they should take this somewhere else. When he told her he had the apartment to himself and she told him to lead the way he couldn’t believe his luck.

As they entered the apartment she said “So, you said your dad is working out of town. He’s not due back tonight is he?” She sat on the sofa.

He took a couple of his dad’s beers from the fridge and handed her one, “Nah, he’ll be gone for a few more days and my little brother is at a sleep over.” He’d ask Luke’s brother to buy replacement beer for him tomorrow before dad got back. He took a pull from the bottle and sat close beside her.

“So...”

“So...”

He leaned in, cupped the back of her head in his hand and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. When he snaked his tongue into her mouth she met it with her own eagerly. Soon the kisses became hotter, deeper and more urgent. She swung her leg over his lap and straddled him without breaking contact. All of his blood seemed to rush straight to his dick and he rocked up against her.  He started kissing her neck from just below her ear down to her collarbone and she let out a breathy little moan. He had one hand in the middle of her back and ran the other from her waist over her ribs to her breast feeling her nipple go hard under his palm. When her breath hitched he lightly tweaked it. She ran her hands up under his t-shirt and then tugged on the hem and pulled it up. He raised his arms and let her remove it. Thanks to all of their training he had great muscle tone for his age and she seemed to appreciate it.

“Let me see you,” he said and she pulled her own t-shirt off exposing her tanned skin and pink lace bra. “Damn, you’re hot!” She smiled and dove in for another devouring kiss.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” she asked and Dean thought he was going to come in his pants right then and there.

“Um, er, yeah, just give me a sec would you, I share a room with my little brother and I just want to make sure it’s not too much of a mess.”

When he got into the room he quickly moved the knife he kept under his pillow and took the knife that was tucked into his boot and put them in the drawer with the gun. He quickly shoved his schoolbooks back into his bag so she wouldn’t see his 9th grade textbooks and did a quick scan of the room. All good.

He returned, took her hand and led her down the short hall. He pulled her down onto his bed and was almost dizzy from a combination of lust, fear and awe. Although he’d done a lot more than other boys his age, this was the first girl he’d had in his bed...in any bed. All of his teenage groping thus far had been rushed and mostly clothed in places like laundry rooms and under the bleachers or behind buildings. He leaned over her, kissed her deeply and slid his hand into the cup of her bra, gently kneading her breast and then pulling the lace back he licked at her nipple. She ran her hand down his flank, over his developing abs and slowly unzipped his fly. When she slid her hand into his boxers he let out a moan. With the stimulation and the thought of where this all might be leading, he had to start cataloging car parts in his head to stop himself from coming. He undid the button of her jeans and when she didn’t protest he pulled down her zip and slipped his hand into her panties. When he felt her wetness he moaned again and when he began rubbing small circles on her clit she let out a small whimper.

She took her hand out from his boxers and pushed him back a little and he thought he had pushed too far until she started to wriggle out of her jeans. Now fantasy was becoming reality as he was pretty sure that he actually was about to get laid. “Jesus,” he breathed and was intensely glad that his dad had given him condoms even though he was slightly embarrassed at the time. He peeled off his own jeans and for all of his bravado he was suddenly struck by nerves. He knew the mechanics of sex, hell he’d had his cock sucked plenty of times but knowing and doing were very different and he really didn’t want to embarrass himself.

Although the only light in the room was coming from the streetlight outside, as Dean was removing his jeans Jasmine could see he was shaking a little and she could see both lust and fear fighting for dominance in his expression. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him. “Oh shit, you’ve never done this before have you?”

Damn, he really, really did not want her to freak out because he was some sort of dorky virgin and leave. “Pfft, of course I have.”

“It’s okay if you haven’t...it’s actually kinda hot.”

For just a moment his swagger broke and she could see the vulnerability on his face. “Well, I’ve done all this and other stuff but no, not all that.” He quickly recovered his too cool for school look. “So, it’s hot huh?”

“Yeah, it really is. So I guess I’m driving then,” she grinned. She pushed him flat on his back and straddled him.  She leaned down and started questioning and kissing “So, how far have you gone?” Kiss. She ran her hand over his rock hard cock. “Hand job?” Kiss. He nodded. Kiss. “Have you been sucked?” Kiss. He groaned loudly and once again nodded. Damn it at this rate he was going to come before the main event so he pulled her hand away. That husky laugh was back. “You worried you’re gonna come?” Kiss.  He blushed but before he could answer Jasmine asked, “How about I suck you? If you come now you’ll last longer when we fuck.”

“Jesus. Fuck. Yeah,” he answered with an involuntary buck of the hips. “Please, suck me.”

Jasmine sat back up, unhooked her bra and brought Dean’s hands up to remove it. She hovered above his crotch and even through both sets of underwear he could feel her heat. She guided his hands to cup her breasts and encouraged him to gently squeeze her nipples and panted when he did. She leaned forward and put her nipple in his mouth and he swirled his tongue around the hard bud. “OK Dean, Drivers’ Ed time, that feels great. Now suck it and then really gently use your teeth. Oh. Oh yeah. Just like that. Now the other one. Hot damn, your mouth should be illegal.” He smiled and flicked his tongue out.

She ground down once hard on his cock and her wetness soaked through his boxers making his breath hitch. She laid her body flush with his and started to slide his boxers off. He opened his legs so she could settle between them. “Mmmm, you’re big.” Then she engulfed his cock with her hot, wet mouth. She only sucked a few times until Dean stuttered, “I’m gonna...” She took him as far as she could and he shot hot and fast and he couldn’t believe she let him come in her mouth! He was breathing so hard he thought he might hyperventilate and then she was suddenly kissing him and he could taste his own jizz. He couldn’t believe how hot that was.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl, Dean?” Even though he had only just come, his cock twitched. He shook his head and said cockily, “No but I think I’m about to.”

He rolled her onto her back and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She guided his head to her breast again and he laved over her nipple, sucking and nibbling like she showed him before. She writhed beneath him and his head was spinning. He was thinking that this was the best night of his whole life! She nudged his head down and he slipped her panties off and settled between her thighs. He looked up at her and her eyes were dark and glittering and he had no clue as to what he should do. He looked at the small dark thatch of curly hair and the shiny wetness and said, “Teach me” and tentatively lapped at the moisture. The lightly musky scent and the salty taste of her making his heart beat impossibly fast and his dick twitch and begin to fill again.

“Mmmm, that’s good” she cooed. He gently and almost reverently parted her lips so he could see her pussy and licked a stripe over the whole surface making Jasmine moan. “Yeah, that’s nice, do what you feel like and then use your tongue like you did with your fingers. Give me your hand.” He looked up at her and stretched his arm out. She took his hand and put his palm to her mouth and made tight little circles and flicking movements over his palm with her tongue and said, “Do that to my clit”. His cock went from half hard to granite hard and he'd never thought it was possible to be this turned on. He licked around her inner lips and pushed his tongue inside her like he was fucking her with it and she gripped his hair and was making sweet little moans so he figured he was doing alright. Then he licked up to where he thinks her clit is and started to move his tongue like she showed him. She moved his head slightly and then gasped and then he knew he’d gotten exactly the right spot.

He flicked his tongue and she asked him to put a finger inside her and when he did he sucked a bit at the same time and she bucked up hard. He had the winning combination now so he just kept it going and pushed a second finger in. She started to pant heavily so he sped up his fingers and flicked his tongue quickly and suddenly she clenched around his fingers, he looked up at her face and she was making a perfect little ‘O’ with her mouth and when she shuddered she gushed her juices all over his chin. She pushed him away a little so he wiped his mouth and chin and crawled up to kiss her. He was achingly hard so when she said, “Have you got a condom?” he almost fell over his own feet to get to his wallet.

He opened the foil pack and remembering everything from health class he rolled it on and looked at Jasmine. She was still breathless from her orgasm and she looked so goddamn hot he hoped he wasn’t going to shoot his load in the first ten seconds. He was past nervousness now and so horny and ready he just wanted to jump her but he leaned forward and kissed her and she smiled and helped guide him inside. It was tight and so warm and he groaned loudly as he pushed in. He started to move slowly, trying not to come and she wrapped her legs around his thighs and he found his rhythm. He was glad she blew him earlier or he would’ve shot his load the moment he entered her. She was moaning and bucking up to meet his thrusts and all of a sudden her body started to stiffen up and she’s dug her nails into his ass cheeks. She held her breath, then shouted “Oh God” and she shuddered again. He could feel her pulsing around his cock as he thrust wildly and then he was coming so hard he thought he might die.

He slumped forward and almost crushed her. She pushed at him and he realized he was squashing her so he rolled off as he grabbed the condom and pulled out. They were both lying there breathing heavy and she whooped, “Wow, you’re a natural Dean. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” He felt immense pride at the compliment and gave her a big shit-eating grin, “So do you think I’ll get my license to drive now?” They both started to laugh and she rolled onto her side and put her head on his chest, “I think you’re officially off your learner’s permit now”.

When Sam got home the next day he passed Jasmine on her way down the hall. Dean was standing in the doorway in just a pair of jeans.

“What was Jasmine doing here?”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “You know her?”

“Yeah, she’s Ryan’s and Melissa’s sitter. You’re not planning on getting her to look after me?” he scowled, “Dad will kill you if you leave me with a babysitter, Dean.”

“Sammy, she wasn't here about you. Jasmine and I were just having a little fun together.”

“What kind of fun?”

Dean smirked and raised one eyebrow.

“Sure, Dean – as if.” He rolled his eyes. “ You're fifteen and she’s in college. You’re so full of it.”

“Whatever you say, Sammy.”

Dean headed into the bathroom for a shower and Sam went into their bedroom to dump his bag and he spied a pair of little pink lacy panties at the end of his messed up bed. Holy cow!

He only knew the basics about sex but it sounded awful and messy and he couldn’t believe Dean had actually done it. Then he screwed up his nose and shouted, “Eeeuw, you’re so gross, Dean! Why did you have to do it in my bed?”

He heard Dean laughing from the bathroom, “Sucks to be you, Sammy!”

Fin

Firsts Part Two - Sam

June 2016

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