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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, sweaty_teenchesters, Summer_Fic,
      jealous!Sam, handjob, dean_and_impala, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-20 Words: 1672
****** I was Took in Texas ******
by RockSaltandCherryPie
Summary
                                        
        [http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c250/frznwings/like-all.jpg]
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Sam's wanted his big brother's hands on him for as far back as he could
remember, but it gets really bad when he first hits puberty. He'd sit and watch
Dean work on the car, dirty with sweat and grease, watch him take her apart
from underneath, from inside. Occasionally, he'd help out where he could. Where
Dean'd allow.
"Sammy, wanna hand me the 15mm?" Dean would ask in a gruff voice, extending his
soiled palm, and Sam would inspect each tool eagerly, checking for the right
size Dean asked for. And Sam would hand it to him, place the heavy steel
ratchet in his brother's waiting hand and wait for the grin Dean'd flash him to
let him know he did good.
It gets really reallybad when he's watching Dean sponge down the Impala after
he fixed her up for the thousandth time, when he's watching the suds fly and
the denim cling to Dean's thick legs, watching the white of his t-shirt soak
through and stick to lean, muscled skin. He sits there and swallows down the
lump in his throat, wishing Dean would give him as much physical attention as
he gives the car. He patches up his wounds all the time, sure, even lets Sam
lean on him when he's hurt or tired. But he's never taken him apart and put him
back together the way Sam wants him to. The way Sam imagines he can, when after
Dean tries to splash him with the hose he runs inside and locks himself in the
bathroom.
And it gets worse, when Dean knocks on the door and wonders what's wrong. Sam
has a hand on himself but he can't finish now. He shoves himself back in his
pants and opens the door to find Dean standing there teasing him about being
afraid to "get wet."
Hell yeah he's afraid; he knows what water wars with Dean will do to his very
young, very eagerbody, so he struggles when Dean pulls him outside again.
"No, Dean! I mean it!" Sam whips his hand out of Dean's grasp and Dean looks at
him like he's crazy.
"Fine, calm down. You're no fun, Sammy." He glances at the shiny like-new
Impala, his baby, and says "wanna take her for a spin?"
 
Sam's shifting and squirming in the seat the whole drive to wherever Dean's
decided to go. He steals a sideways glance at Dean who's singing along to Thin
Lizzy, shoulders relaxed, one arm leaning casually out the window.
Lord I'm just thinkin' 'bout a certain female, he sings loudly, and Sam watches
the way his fingers grip the wheel tighter, knuckles clean now that he's hosed
himself off for the most part. He still smells like an engine and it makes
Sam's mouth water, his tongue get all heavy. He looks away when Dean notices
him staring.
They park in a field where the grass is all yellow because it's too hot and too
dry here for anything to be green. Dean sits in the grass with his knees up and
watches Sam who's still standing by the car.
"Hey, Sammy, wanna bring me a beer?" And now Sam hates that he never says
please,so that it's a lot more like a rhetorical question. Sam groans but digs
in the cooler for a cold one. He hates that he's so eager to please Dean. It's
almost pathetic.
"You know, I'd let you have one, too, but Dad says you're still too young," he
smirks wickedly, extending his hand as Sam walks over. Dean's not even twenty-
one either, apparently Winchesters just make up their own laws.
Sam scoffs at that but hands him the dripping wet bottle. Their hands touch for
a fraction of a second, Dean's warm fingers brushing over Sam's cold wet ones,
and Sam holds on to the bottle for a second too long because Dean's looking
like he's catching on.
The bottle makes a hiss as he cranks it open, and then he's putting his mouth
around it and swallowing down the fizzy, amber liquid.
"Don't she look sweet?!" Dean whoops, impressed with himself, and Sam brushes
his jeans off and takes a seat next to Dean.
"Yeah, she does..." Sam says in a low voice. He can't believe Dean's
stilltalking about the car and looking at it and complimenting it. He plucks at
some grass. "Why don't you marry it or something," he mumbles, but Dean hears
cause he turns his head.
It's silent for a while but then Dean says "you gonna tell me why you've been a
cranky bitch lately?"
Sam shoots him an irritated glare but doesn't say anything.
"You want some of this?" Dean offers, and Sam loosens. He nods and Dean tilts
the bottle in towards him, probably waiting for him to take it, but Sam just
waits for Dean to bring it to his lips. Sam opens his mouth around the rim and
Dean angles the bottle up a little until Sam tastes the bubbly sweetness of the
beer. It was too much too fast because a little spills out over Sam's chin and
he has to pull back.
"Jesus," Sam says, wiping his chin off, and Dean laughs and apologizes.
Sam makes a face at the aftertaste. It's... well, kind of gross. Too tangy.
Dean laughs again. "It's an acquired taste."
Sam's got this tingly feeling all over and it's not just from the beer. Being
this close to Dean, being all sweaty like this, having Dean friggin put
something in his mouth, he's... yeah, he's halfway hard. He picks something off
his jeans and for the longest time neither of them say anything.
Then Dean's hand is on his knee, actually on his knee, and Sam feels his heart
begin to rabbit in his throat.
"Sam," he says, and Sam looks over to make sure this is real just as Dean
caresses his thigh. "It's okay, c'mere," he's saying in a low voice. "Think I
know."
Sam tightens his lips as Dean reaches the crevice between hip and thigh. "Lie
back. It's okay, lie back."
Sam's so anxious his whole body's practically shaking. He lies back eagerly,
hand on Dean's knee like he's scared he's gonna go away but Dean just puts the
bottle down behind him and then all his attention's on Sam. Finallyon Sam. Sam
doesn't know how he knew, some sort of big brother sixth sense, but he's never
been so excited in his life. He's pretty much bursting out of his jeans, the
lack of stretch to the denim uncomfortable and he worms around on the ground
but Dean takes it slow.
He's so much gentler than he is with the car, Sam notices, watching Dean smooth
his rough hands over his stomach, slowly hiking his shirt up around his belly
button. Dean's looking at his body like it's an intricate work of art, like
feeling it would make him understand it. And occasionally their eyes meet and
that's when it's too much for Sam. Dean's rubbing his hands gently over Sam's
heated skin, caressing his hips and the flat of his stomach and the bulge
underneath his pants.
Somehow their shirts come off and then Dean works on the button of Sam's jeans,
popping it open to expose the clean white of his boxers. Sam pushes his hips up
a little when Dean reaches all the way back and then drags with his palm long
and slow up the shaft of Sam's cock. Sam whimpers and eagerly squirms out of
his jeans. He's about to burst any second, but Dean's not giving him enough
yet.
Sam practically sobs when Dean finally pushes his boxers down his hips and gets
one of his rough, calloused hands around Sam's sensitive cock. He pushes into
it, watching as Dean gathers the pre-come up with his thumb and slides it
around the slit.
Sam listens to the pathetic noises he's making, grasping at Dean's arm just for
something to hold on to. Dean's lying beside him now, sweat making their arms
slide together. Dean leans in and whispers soothing words against his ear.
"That's it, Sammy... so hot... damn, so fucking hot... that feel good? Huh,
baby?"
Sam strains against the noises that are involuntarily escaping his throat,
leaning into Dean's musky scent, nodding and chewing on his lip. He wants to
tell Dean just how good it feels,but he can barely speak. He just says "yeah"
and "Dean" over and over.
Dean's fist tightens and pulls expertly, all slick with sweat and pre-come, and
just like that, Sam's giving it up. He spills all over Dean's fingers and his
own stomach, and Dean works him through all of the tremors until he's left
heaving and boneless.
Dean fingers through Sam's sweaty hair as Sam comes back to earth, other hand
rubbing over the flecks of come on his stomach, soothing with his palm.
"Dean, how'd you... how'd you know... I..." Sam pants. He wants to say I wanted
youbut he's still not sure Dean's caught on to the wholepicture so he doesn't
finish.
"Hey, I was a fifteen-year-old too, once," Dean says, usual devilish charm in
his voice but it’s a little too husky now, and he clears his throat after.
Sam's hand's in between Dean's legs, holding on to his thigh. Slowly, he
retreats, pushing up on his elbows. He frowns a little, thinking, because he
didn't just want to get off. He wanted Deanto get him off. He doesn't know how
to say that though, if he should even say that.
Dean adjusts his pants as he stands and takes another swig of beer. Sam gets
his jeans back on and Dean slaps an arm around him.
"Not bad, Sammy. We should do that again, sometime."
Sam smiles, suddenly hopeful. He thinks smugly of Dean calling him Babyand
feels a strange sense of triumph as he gets into the Impala and they hit the
road.
End Notes
     i just wanted to write something summery and was inspired by the
     above caps from a video that's so obviously wincest ;)
     and yes i should be working on prompts i'm sorryyyy
     Title from Cowboy Song, the song Dean's singing in the car
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