Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-12-11 03:36 am
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Sam hadn't been gone an hour and that alone should alert Dean to something being wrong. Today should have been a long one--full of late classes and maybe meeting with friends after and getting in just in time to see his big brother off in time for work. Maybe give him something more than just a goodbye kiss, if they were both feeling up for it.
But it wasn't the case today. Sam was running in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He looked breathless and flushed, like he'd been running and wide-eyed... maybe even scared. He didn't know if Dean would be awake or still resting up before work, but maybe the ruckus would have startled him. Either way, plans had changed, things had gone to shit like he'd feared they would right from the start.
Maybe he'd cry if every instinct in him wasn't screaming to run, to hide, and maybe to protect his big brother, protect them. Oh god, they'd need protecting too.
"Dean!" he called out, moving towards the bedroom. "Dean, we need to talk, now."
God, what were they going to do... this was so bad.
Everyone... God, everyone he knew and even people he didn't-- they knew. They knew and there was everything from disgust to filthy comments that had his stomach turning to... oh god, just everything. Even offers to help him get help of some kind to questioning if Dean was making him do this somehow because who could possibly fuck their own sibling willingly--which nearly got him to lose his temper.
That's when he left.
But that wasn't even the end more disturbing news. There was so much more than that.
But it wasn't the case today. Sam was running in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He looked breathless and flushed, like he'd been running and wide-eyed... maybe even scared. He didn't know if Dean would be awake or still resting up before work, but maybe the ruckus would have startled him. Either way, plans had changed, things had gone to shit like he'd feared they would right from the start.
Maybe he'd cry if every instinct in him wasn't screaming to run, to hide, and maybe to protect his big brother, protect them. Oh god, they'd need protecting too.
"Dean!" he called out, moving towards the bedroom. "Dean, we need to talk, now."
God, what were they going to do... this was so bad.
Everyone... God, everyone he knew and even people he didn't-- they knew. They knew and there was everything from disgust to filthy comments that had his stomach turning to... oh god, just everything. Even offers to help him get help of some kind to questioning if Dean was making him do this somehow because who could possibly fuck their own sibling willingly--which nearly got him to lose his temper.
That's when he left.
But that wasn't even the end more disturbing news. There was so much more than that.
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"Dean..." He murmured the other's name softly against his lips, grazing his own against him again as he was pulled in tighter.
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God, he still had it bad and he really shouldn't... should be keeping the distance. Maybe later, maybe when he wasn't aching for some kind of comfort, wanting to give it back to Dean.
Sighing out softly, he pressed against his brother's hand, nuzzling at him affectionately. "Want to feel you pressing me up against the wall, Dean," he murmured, kissing him a little deeper. "Want you fucking me until you're all I can even focus on..."