#sammyboy
—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.
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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.
His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.
As long as it was Dean.
Just big brother Dean.
No one else.
A simple concept; the boys made a deal with one another whoever is to blush first loses AND has to do whatever the other says. Needless to say Sam isn’t doing too well for himself.
Grinning ear from ear Dean Winchester couldn’t wipe the amusement from his emerald gaze; cocking his head to the size. “Ooooh! Sammy…I think we’ve got a winner!” The hollering and celebration leaving those cocky lips only resulted in a huff from Sam.
“Shut up.”
Dean licked his lips leaning in; the grin only widening on that chiseled face of his. “What was that, Sammy?”
“Shut up.”
❦ A very de-aged Dean Winchester is found back at the bunker by none other than his brother — who has many questions for the male. Like what the hell was going on?
‘I-I-I don’t know! I don’t know!’ Of course it had been Dean’s first response to what had happened, who would’ve known they couldn’t have had one day off?
“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?
Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”
I’m not sure what this is about but have this edit. Was going to scrap it but may as well post it. Someone may like it.
“Bet you think this is real funny Michael, don’t you?” Sam sneered licking the fresh blood from his lip, his eyes never left the angel that stood before him. If anyone was to kidnap him of course it would be Michael wearing Dean to the prom. Because Michael knew he wouldn’t hurt him, not when Sam knew Dean was hidden away deep under. “You’re just gonna keep me here? Locked away in a dark room?”
Michael’s lips quirked into a small smirk, “I don’t want to kill you, Sam. You’re the only one able to keep Dean game. That meaning, if he acts up I could always just snip a finger off here and there. Keeping you locked up will be a blessing in the long run, how you say?” The angel slowly stepped closer his hands at his side. “I don’t have to worry about you coming after your brother. Plans will resume as they were before.”
“Cas will find me eventually.”
“Oh don’t you worry about Castiel. I will take care of him.” Michael shook his head circling around the chair Sam sat upon, his hands ran up resting on the youngest Winchester’s shoulders. He slowly leaned down, “Did you know…Dean still has his secrets. Ones he would never speak a word to you about? You’re not curious, are you?” He squeezed Sam’s shoulder softly.
As curious as Sam was he knew better than to fall for one of michael’s tricks, Dean had his secrets and Sam had his own as well. That’s why they were secrets, no one needed to know. It would be disrespectful to Dean. “It’s…” Sam’s head shot up glaring at Michael, “Dean does love you, Sam. But do you really know how much he lovesyou?”
And with that, the questions began to flow in.
