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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:
      Episode:_s05e16_Dark_Side_of_the_Moon, Weecest, Pre-Series, Sibling
      Incest, Blow_Jobs, Impala_Sex, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-27 Words: 2052
****** July 4th, 1996 ******
by magicbubblepipe
Summary
     Not all of the fireworks were literal (or why that night really made
     Dean's greatest hits).
Dean’s been second guessing this whole thing since right about the time he
thought of it but the look of pure elation on Sam’s face right now is enough to
dispel any wish to back out. Sammy’s almost out the door before the Impala
stops rolling and he has to chuckle at his brother’s enthusiasm as he puts her
in park and twists the key. The lack of the grumbling of the engine leaves the
quiet of the summer night, crickets chirping, not a breeze on the balmy air.
            He closes the door behind him just as Sam closes the trunk, plastic
crate full of fireworks in his arms. “Come on!” he says excitedly and takes off
into the empty field.
            “Right behind ya,” Dean calls, jogging after him to where he’s
kneeling down, setting up some bottle rockets and atomic something-or-others.
            Sam stands with a roman candle in each hand, extending them toward
Dean. “Got your lighter?” he asks, all bouncy excitement and Dean smirks as he
pulls the Zippo from his pocket and flips it open with a flourish of his wrist
that garners a snicker from his brother.
            He lights Sam’s wick and then his own and they both stand with
their arms out, pointing the candles toward the sky. There’s a moment of
anticipation and the crackle of flame before the hollow “thunk” and loud
“CRACK” as the little balls of fire burst and send fingers of colored sparks
into the sky. They stand, staring in awe at the exploding lights overhead, the
rush of each ball escaping the candle almost like a gunshot as it trembles
through their hands.
            When those are done, Sam turns to Dean and looks up at him like
he’s just hung the moon and Dean’s heart skips a ridiculous beat. “Dad would
never let us do anything like this,” Sam says in a reverent tone, his eyes
shining with how grateful he is, “Thanks, Dean. This is great.”
And then he’s throwing himself into Dean, arms locking tight around him, cheek
pressed soundly against his chest. For a breathless moment, Dean is too stunned
to react but when he does, he wraps his arms tight around Sammy and wonders
what the hell he did to deserve this kid. He runs a gentle hand through that
dark mop of hair and smiles because everything is warm and perfect and right.
When Sam loosens his grip, he smiles softly and takes the lighter from Dean,
making a beeline for the others he’d set up. “Fire in the hole!” he shouts,
running back to Dean while the wicks sizzle. They stand together, staring
expectantly at the sky and are rewarded with the high screech of the fireworks
ascending heavenward and shattering against the black of the night. Dean laughs
outright in surprise and joy and Sam can’t contain himself any longer.
He runs out into the field, dancing under the shower of sparks that rain from
the sky, jumping around and laughing like he’s never been happier. He probably
hasn’t. And Dean made it happen. Sam stops and looks at Dean, smiling and
nodding in his direction and Dean smiles right back, feels like his face is
gonna split in two with how fiercely glad he is in this moment.
And then Sam’s coming over to him again, tugging his hand, pulling him along as
the fireworks continue to shriek and burst overhead. Dean goes right along and
dances around like an idiot because he can. Dad’s not here to tell him to grow
up so he doesn’t have to. He’s free to play in a field with his little brother
who is everything right with the world and he doesn’t have to think about
monsters or ghosts or becoming a man way too fast. He can just be.
             They get tired of running eventually and collapse on the grass,
wrestling playfully over who gets to light the sparklers. Sammy winds up on top
and Dean’s too breathless with laughing to throw him off. Sam’s sitting astride
his belly, his hands little patches of heat on Dean’s chest and he’s leaning
down. Dean wonders if he’s gonna blow a raspberry on him or something when
Sam’s soft lips press against his cheek for a fleeting moment of innocent
affection.
            Dean takes in a sharp breath and stares up at his brother who has
the softest look on his face he’s ever seen, content little smile curving the
lips that had just been on Dean’s face. His hands are on Sam’s waist without
realizing it, fingers pressing into the warmth of his body, suddenly wanting to
touch the skin underneath but he doesn’t.
            “Sammy,” he whispers and it’s loud in the sudden silence after the
fireworks have died. Sam’s breath hitches and his fingers curl in Dean’s shirt
like he’s just realized something.
            “Dean.”
            Dean surges up just as Sam’s leaning down and meets him halfway,
arms going around his slim back as he claims his brother’s mouth. Sam whimpers
and melts against him like he’s been waiting for this his whole life and like
hell Dean’s gonna deny him. He digs his fingers into baby-soft hair and pulls
to tilt Sam’s head, licking the seam of his mouth until Sam opens on a sigh.
His tongue pushes inside the soft cavern of Sam’s mouth, coaxing and swirling
around the younger boy’s until he slowly starts to really kiss him back.
            The thought that this is probably Sammy’s first kiss makes his
heart swell to bursting while sending a rush of blood down to his already rock
hard dick. God, he wants to be Sam’s first everything, wants to teach him, show
him the ropes just like he’s done his whole life but better. So much better.
The only thing that could possibly dislodge him from Sam at this moment would
be a fucking wildfire. And at this precise moment, because God just hates him
or something, Dean smells smoke.
            “Dean-
            “I know, Sammy, come on,” he says as they scramble off of each
other. Dean seizes his brother’s hand and starts to run for the car. The field
is steadily going up in flames and one tree is already being charred to a
cinder by the time he dives behind the wheel of the Impala and starts driving.
            He fumbles out his cellphone and quickly reports the fire to the
local authorities while he gets Sam and himself to a safe distance. They
trundle up a dirt road for a ways and stop under a copse of trees. From this
higher vantage point, the boys can keep an eye on the field they just set
ablaze. They sit in stunned silence for several minutes until they hear sirens
in the distance and then it’s like a cork out of the bottle and they’re both
laughing uncontrollably.
            The police and firemen show up, followed by paramedics and Dean
laughs even harder at such overkill for a burning field. By the time they’re
getting the fire under control, he’s sagged back against the seat in content
exhaustion. He tilts his head to the side to look at Sam and Sam’s looking
right at him with those eyes that get right into Dean’s soul and see everything
he tries to hide. He swallows, smile fading a little because oh yeah, he had
just been making out with his thirteen year old little brother before the fire
interrupted.
            “Sammy…” he starts, feeling like the worst kind of shit. You kissed
your brother. Innocent baby brother. What the fuck is wrong with you?His
conscience demands, guilt gnawing at his insides.
            “Stop, Dean,” Sam says firmly with a look that’s older than his
years. He puts his hand on Dean’s knee and looks him straight in the eye when
he says, “Don’t start with that guilt crap. You didn’t make me. I wanted you
to. God, I still want you to.”
            He slides his hand up and rests it where Dean’s traitorous cock is
rapidly filling with blood. “You want me too.” Sam says, quiet and so resolute
that Dean can’t make himself deny it. He squeezes and that’s fucking it.
            Dean growls and grabs his brother, manhandles him until his back is
pressed up against the passenger side door and his legs are splayed open for
Dean to slide in between. Their cocks line up through layers of denim and it’s
the closest to heaven Dean’s ever been. Slowly, Dean starts to rock against him
and Sam makes this beautiful keening sound that makes him shiver and push his
tongue back into his mouth like he’ll be able to taste it there.
            Sam’s legs come up around his hips and Dean should have known he’d
be a fucking natural. He’s moving with Dean, fingers scrabbling over the
muscled planes of his back as he tries to match his rhythm. Dean smears hot
kisses down the side of Sam’s neck, biting down just to hear him cry out and
grip him tighter. He soothes his tongue over the mark he’s made and says, “Need
to taste you, baby boy.”
            “Oh,” is all Sam can manage and it’s desperate and breathy in a way
that turns Dean on so hard he leaks.
            He slides down Sam’s body, palming over the hard bulge in his
brother’s pants before he flicks open the button and tugs them apart and down.
There’s a wet patch on Sam’s underwear over the crown of his dick and Dean
laves his tongue over it with a groan. Sam practically mewls and bucks his hips
enough to mash his crotch against Dean’s mouth.
            “Easy tiger,” Dean breathes out on a soft laugh, stilling Sam’s
hips with his hands and tugs his underwear out of the way.
            Sam’s dick slaps back against his stomach, red and wet and not a
bad size for someone his age. Dean’s mouth is already watering as he scoops the
heated length into his hand and laps at the head. He hears Sam’s head thunk
against the door as he breathes out a quiet, “fuck”. He grins as he takes the
whole thing easily into his mouth in one fluid motion. The sound Sam makes
could probably be heard from space.
            He bobs his head, sucking on every upstroke, moaning a little at
the hot little bursts of pre-come that erupt over his tongue. Sam’s got one
hand on the seat, clutching at the leather and the other in Dean’s hair,
tangled up in a death grip as he pants and writhes. He knows Sam’s not gonna
last so he takes him all the way down, pressing his tongue against his balls as
he swallows. Sam gasps in a breath like he’s drowning and arches up off the
seat like the fucking exorcist as he comes and it’s so hot that Dean’s like one
second away from creaming his pants like he’s twelve.
            He groans around Sam’s cock as it pulses down his throat and he
sucks him through it, loving the thick, musky taste of his brother on his
tongue. When Sam settles back against the seat, boneless and sated, Dean lets
go of his softening length and pushes up onto his knees to get a shaking hand
down his pants. Sam is beating him to it though and Dean’s surprised, thought
he’d just pass out after an orgasm like that.
            Sam undoes his buckle, button, and zip, pulls Dean’s cock through
the slit in his boxers and strokes twice before Dean’s coming like a shot, head
thrown back as he bucks into the tight heat of his brother’s hand that can
hardly wrap all the way around him. Somehow that thought just makes him come
harder and if he cared right now, he’d be a little concerned about his mental
wellbeing.
            Sam keeps stroking, gently through the aftershocks until Dean eases
his hand away and flops back into his own seat. They sit for a moment,
breathing hard the air that smells like sweat and sex and themuntil coherent
thought starts to return. Dean looks at Sam, at his flushed face and pretty red
lips and smiles hard.
            “What?” Sam asks, blushing darker.
            Dean wants to say ‘I love you’ but instead he says, “Happy Fourth
of July, Sammy.”
            Sam smiles.  
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