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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester, Mary_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Pre-Series
  Series:
      Part 2 of Distance_'Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-07 Words: 2186
****** And All This Distance in Between ******
by alakewood
Summary
     Dean's gone off to college and doesn't come back home until Christmas
     break. It's hard to find time to sneak away, but they manage.
Taking Dean to college is probably the worst day of Sam's life, he thinks.
Right up there with finding out that Dean had decided on Mizzou instead of KU,
right in Lawrence. The drive to Columbia, more than halfway across the state of
Missouri, is two and a half hours and Sam had stays silent the whole trip. He
wishes that he'd ridden with his parents instead of with Dean in his brother's
recently purchased pickup that has a busted cassette deck and a too-staticky
radio. The tension is high in the cab with nothing to break the silence except
for the rushing of the wind through the open windows and the song of the tires
on the pavement.
It doesn't take long to move Dean into his dorm after he registers and gets his
student ID – he doesn't really have a whole lot. His roommate is bringing a
couch, a mini-fridge, and his PlayStation. Dean has the TV and the microwave
covered, plus his laptop and a bunch of other random, school-supply things. Sam
carries a basket of laundry into Dean's dorm, following behind Dean, who's
laden down with his backpack and his baseball equipment bag as well as a
grease-stained cardboard box from their father's garage full of the second-hand
textbooks he'd ordered online.
The day passes in a blur after that. He puts Dean's clothes away in his dresser
while Dean and their dad rearrange the furniture in his room and their mother
makes the bed. They wander around campus while Dean figures out what buildings
his classes are in and they eat lunch in one of the dining halls, then they
wander some more before taking Dean back to his dorm.
They don't all go back inside, instead just stand in front of the huge building
with a bunch of other new and returning students milling around. Dean gives
their dad a brief hug before wrapping their mom in his arms and laughing at her
tears. She smacks his shoulder and admonishes him before kissing his cheek and
laughing along with him. Sam hangs back, eyes and throat scratchy, wanting
nothing more than to just leave. He doesn't want to say goodbye. But Dean pulls
him close and holds him tight, pressing an unseen kiss to his temple. “I love
you, kid, don't forget that,” he'd says with his nose buried in Sam's hair
before pulling away. “I'll be home before you know it.”
Sam swallows hard and nods, not trusting his voice, and keeps his gaze stuck
steadfastly on the the eagle embroidered into the dark green cotton of Dean's
v-neck shirt where it strains over the muscle of his left pec. “Bye, Dean,” he
whispers, backing away before his face can betray him.
They talk a few times on the phone after that, exchange e-mails almost daily,
but it's not enough. Then Dean says he isn't coming home for Thanksgiving,
which their parents are surprisingly okay with. And Sam feels his heart break a
little more.
                                      oxo
Sam doesn't see him again until Christmas break starts and they can't seem to
find a minute alone until the holiday is upon them, their mother tired out from
a day of last-minute shopping and their father hiding in the garage, tinkering
away with who knows what to keep from getting dragged into any more Christmas-
preparation madness – he'd already spent nearly two whole afternoons on the
roof and in the yard setting up enough decorations and lights the house could
probably be seen from space.
So Sam excuses himself from the Charlie Brown Christmas special, offering his
mom a goodnight as he passes the couch and pointedly ignoring Dean as he heads
upstairs. He's already dressed in his pajamas and brushing his teeth at the
sink in the bathroom he shares with Dean when his brother fills up the open
doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms and ankles crossed. “Hey,
Sammy,” he says.
Sam scrubs at his tongue and spits. “Hey.” He rinses off his toothbrush then
fills the cup on the back of the sink with water from the tap, taking a sip
that he swishes around his mouth before spitting again. He slots a sideways
glance at Dean as he puts his toothbrush back in the cabinet above the sink.
“You need something?” he asks, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand.
Dean nods, smirk curling his lips as his eyes go dark. “Yeah, I do.” He moves
towards Sam and presses him up against the sink, curved edge of the basin hard
against Sam's tailbone. “God, I've missed you.” His mouth closes over Sam's as
his hands fall to take Sam's hips.
Sam tastes apple and cinnamon over the mint of his toothpaste and licks the
flavor out of Dean's mouth. “Not in here,” Sam manages, rocking against Dean's
hard-muscled thigh and pushing at his chest. “Your room.”
Dean bites at Sam's bottom lip with a growl and backs away. He stands there for
a moment, staring at Sam with hungry eyes, before adjusting himself in his
jeans and heading for the door.
Sam follows after a second, turning off the light and stopping at his own room
to pull the door closed. Dean's already stripped down to his boxer-briefs when
Sam enters his room. The door clicks shut as Sam leans back against it,
watching as Dean hooks his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his underwear and
tugs them far enough down his hips that they just slip off his legs and down to
the floor. His dick is hard and hangs heavy between his thighs, shiny-wet at
the tip. Sam pushes off the door and reaches down to tug his shirt over his
head. Dean's hands are on his hips again, shoving at his sweats, before he
pulls his shirt over his head.
When Sam's naked, Dean draws him close again, slots their cocks together as he
drags Sam towards his bed. “Been dreamin' 'bout this for months.” He falls back
onto his mattress and spreads his legs wide, beckoning Sam to follow. His hand
disappears beneath his pillows and comes out with a bottle of lube clenched in
his fist. “Want you to fuck me, Sam.”
“Jesus Christ,” Sam groans, pressing the heel of his hand against the base of
his dick because, seriously? The thought alone has him about ready to come all
over Dean's stomach. “Yeah. Shit, Dean, yeah.” He takes the lube from Dean and
flips open the lid, slicking a couple of fingers.
Dean pulls his knees up towards his chest and exposes himself to Sam. “C'mon,
Sammy.”
Sam moves up between Dean's legs until his knees are bracketing Dean's hips. He
leans up over his brother to claim his mouth as his fingers slide along Dean's
crack. The tip of his middle finger teases the fluttering pucker of flesh and
Dean gasps, opening his mouth to Sam's invading tongue. One finger becomes two
and Sam works them in and out of Dean like he does when he opens himself up. He
twists them, scissors them apart, plunges deep until he finds sensitive bundle
of nerves that-
“Fuck,” Dean whimpers, thrusting his hips back onto Sam's fingers. “Oh. Sam.
Sam.” He hooks his hands behind his knees and spreads himself apart even
further.
Adding a third finger, Sam crowds even closer to Dean, ruts his cock against
the back of Dean's thigh and kisses him hard and dirty. “You ready for me?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He bites his own lip, grunting when Sam pulls his fingers free.
Sam pours more lube onto his fingers, slicks himself up, then he's pressing the
head of his dick against Dean's hole, pushing past the resistance of the
clenching ring of muscle.
Dean muffles a loud moan with his forearm as Sam fills him, bottoms out. Then
he's grabbing at Sam's hips, urging him on. “C'mon, Sammy. Move.”
He pulls out, thrusts back in, over and over again until he's set up a shaky
rhythm that keeps him right on the edge. “God, Dean.” He's not going to last
long; this is going to be over way too soon.
Then Dean's legs are wrapping around Sam's side, ankles crossed behinds his
back to give himself enough leverage to meet Sam halfway, to drive himself
harder onto Sam's cock. His head is thrown back onto his pillow, baring the
pale, freckled stretch of his throat which Sam' promptly latches onto with
gentle nips of his teeth. Dean goes rigid, wet heat flooding between their
bellies and chests, and Sam realizes that Dean's coming.
Sam buries his face in Dean's neck and fucks into him harder, faster, lets the
clenching of Dean's muscles around him drag him closer to the edge.
Dean's hands slide down his sweat-slick back to palm his ass, spread his cheeks
apart, then his fingers are tracing over his hole, one just pressing inside.
“Come for me, Sam,” Dean pants.
And Sam does, hard. He shudders, hips stuttering, little, erratic movements as
he comes, comes down. Then he collapses against Dean's chest, his brother's
arms coming up around him and not letting go. They spend the night together
just like that.

                                      oxo
Sam gets a cell phone for Christmas and he and Dean text constantly. They start
innocently enough, not wanting to get caught because nobody would understand
what they're doing. But things heat up fast; Sam's home alone on a Saturday
afternoon with both of their parents at work and he's bored out of his mind. He
locks himself in his room, leans back against his headboard, unzips his pants,
thinks about his last day with Dean before he'd gone back to Columbia. Thinks
about Dean on his knees, his mouth on Sam's cock, and the filthy noises he made
that drowned out the sound of their mother making breakfast in the kitchen
downstairs.
Sam thrusts up into his fist, rucks up his t-shirt to tease his nipples and
drag his nails over his smooth stomach. His cell phone vibrates against his
thigh and he ignores it at first, then gets an idea. He ignores the text from
Cody and switches over to the camera. Cupping his balls with his palm, he uses
his thumb to keep his hard cock curving up towards his stomach and takes a
picture. He idly strokes himself as he finds Dean's last text and replies to
it, i'm bored :), with the photo attached.
The phone vibrates again, not more than two minutes later, Dean's name flashing
across the screen. He can't help grinning as he answers, breathless, “Hello?”
“Jesus fuck, Sam. What the hell?”
“Hey, Dean.”
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I'm doing?”
“Fucker,” Dean laughs, and it's a little shaky. “Shit. Give me a couple minutes
to get back to my room. Maybe- maybe I can help you out with that.”
“Better hurry,” Sam tells him. “Don't think I can last much longer.”
“Two minutes. Okay, Sam? Two minutes.” Then he hangs up.
Sam bites at his bottom lip and squeezes the base of his dick as he waits, eyes
locked on the time displayed on his phone. Dean keeps his word and Sam answers
again, Dean's breath harsh in his ear. “Can't wait for you to come home. God,
Dean. Want you inside me so bad.”
“Sonofa-” Dean starts, voice ragged. “Just one more month,” he promises.
“Mmhmm,” Sam breathes, fisting himself, palm slick with precome. “Maybe we can-
oh.”
“Sam.”
“Maybe we can convince Mom and Dad to- to let us go camping up in, ah, Clinton
State Park. Just the two of us...for a- for a few days, during spring break...”
Dean groans. “Yeah. Yeah.”
He's so close, thinking about spending more than a stolen hour or two with
Dean. He wishes he had a free hand to get a couple fingers inside himself but
he doesn't really need it, scrapes his thumb nail over his slit as he drags his
fist down, catching that sensitive bundle of nerves at the underside of his
head on the way back up. “Dean. I'm gonna...”
“Yeah, Sammy, me- me, too. Let me hear you.”
He's been holding back the noises he can't help making so he could hear Dean
over the line, but he lets go. Whimpers and whines for his brother, imaging him
in his dorm room with the door locked, dick barely out of his pants because he
couldn't wait. “Dean,” he pants. “Dean.” And then he's coming all over his hand
and soaking his jeans.
“Fuck,” Dean grunts, barely audible. Then his panting breath fills Sam's ear.
“Gonna kill me,” he laughs.
“You love it,” Sam argues, slumping further down in his bed.
“Yeah.” There's a long pause. “Well, uh. I'll talk to Mom and Dad about
camping, okay?”
“Uh huh.”
Dean laughs. “You're falling asleep on me, aren't you?”
“Mmm-maybe.”
The smile is evident in his voice when he speaks again. “Guess I'll let you
take a nap, then, lazy-bones.”
“'kay.”
“Sam?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“We should do this again sometime.”
Sam grins. “Definitely.”
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