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works/737470.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Emotional_Manipulation, Sibling_Incest, Weecest
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-27 Words: 1514
****** Let's Just See ******
by verucasalt123
Summary
     Sammy's a manipulative little fucker.
Sam Winchester was in second grade when he first truly recognized the power he
had over his older brother, Dean. They were in a diner with their dad and it
was one of those rare occasions when they got to order dessert, because John
had a few extra bucks and he wanted to give his boys something they didn’t
usually get. Sam ordered strawberry ice cream and plowed through the whole bowl
of it in about three minutes. Dean got a piece of warm apple pie and ate it
slowly, savoring every little bite.
He looked down at his empty bowl, looked to his right side at Dean’s half-
finished slice of pie. Sam was a smart kid, especially adept at making
connections between actions and motivation. For a while, he’d been acutely
aware of the fact that his many of his brother’s actions were motivated by a
desire to make him happy. But what was the level of motivation? How much could
Sam get from Dean?
As quickly as the theory formed in his brain, he decided he was going to take
it for a test drive. Clinking his spoon against the side of his still-cold
bowl, he elbowed Dean in the ribs to get his attention. He stuck out his bottom
lip a little, and blinked several times.
“I wish I would have gotten pie. That looks really good. And I’m…”, he cast his
eyes downward just for a second, then back up at his brother, “kind of still
hungry.”
He watched as Dean raised his fork, took another bite of the sweet dessert, and
unhesitatingly slid his plate to the left. “You can have the rest, Sammy.”
Sam’s eyes went wide, and it wasn’t all an act. He figured Dean would offer him
a bite, or maybe even share what was left. Dean handing over everything he had
without a second thought…the child wasn’t exactly sure what it made him feel
right then, just that it was something with value.
“Thanks, De! You’re the best brother ever in the world!” The happiness in
Dean’s expression when he heard those words was more intense than the happiness
he’d shown when the waitress put the slice of pie in front of him in the first
place.
As Dean would say in later years…Yahtzee.
Now, don’t go thinking Sam took advantage of his older brother’s generosity
every day after that. Over the next few years, he chose carefully the times
when he’d do additional exploration regarding just how far Dean would go to
make sure Sam got what he wanted. Usually, they were little things – help with
his chores even though Dean had his own to finish, answers to homework
questions he could easily have figured out himself, information he knew he
wasn’t supposed to have about what John was doing when he left them alone for
days at a time.
It was only much later, when puberty ran Sam over like a freight train,
seemingly overnight, that his ideas turned into a different direction. Trying
to pretend he was just frightened and anxious, he made his way into Dean’s bed
several times during his sixth grade year, asking his brother to comfort him.
He was never refused, not even one time.
A few months after he turned twelve, Sam set off to one of those middle-of-the
night trips into Dean’s bed with an agenda that was far from innocent. Dean had
slid over and made room for him, tucked the covers around him and asked if he’d
had a bad dream.
“It wasn’t a bad dream, De. It was a good dream. But it made me feel funny. See
what happened? I don’t understand.” He conjured up a helpless and confused look
at his brother, though he was in fact not in the least bit confused. He’d had
sex ed in school, he knew about erections and masturbation and orgasms, but
Dean didn’t know that. He backed away from Sam, sitting up in bed and pulling a
very serious expression before starting in on an awkward explanation of
adolescence and different feelings and new urges.
“You know, you can, uh, you can just, take care of it, if you, um, when you’re
alone, you just touch it, touch, uh, yourself, there…and you’ll feel better
after.” As Dean was searching for what to say next, Sam went in for the kill.
“Alone? Dean, I don’t want to do that alone. I need you. Can’t you help me?”
For just a moment, he thought maybe he’d pushed too far this time, because Dean
moved even farther away from him, stammering something about how it wasn’t
right, it wasn’t allowed, brothers weren’t supposed to do things like that with
each other. He wasn’t about to give up after only one try, though.
“That doesn’t make any sense at all!” Sam telegraphed righteous indignance with
his look and mustered up a Class-A pout to go with it. “You help me with
everything, Dean! How can it be wrong for you to help me with this?” Dean
looked like he was coming up with another argument, so Sam pulled out the last
card in the deck.
“I need you. Please?”
And yeah, that was what got him exactly what he wanted. “All right, Sammy, just
this once, but you can’t tell anyone, you have to swear, and then you’ll know
how to take care of it on your own, okay?”
Sam didn’t give a shit what he promised in return, because Dean put his big
hand around Sam’s dick and let Sam rest his head on his shoulder while he
jerked him off. After they were cleaned up, he carefully catalogued Dean’s
expressions – guilt (first, of course, that one was always first), then the
satisfaction of having made Sam happy, and then…oh, hell yes. He’d seen that
look before, when Dean was checking out some girl at school or in one of those
skin mags he hid in the bottom of his duffle. So, he felt guilty for touching
his baby brother, sure, but he still liked it. And maybe he felt even guiltier
for liking it. Whatever. Sam’s keen analytical skills put all the pieces
together in less than a minute. It was his biggest victory yet, and he wasn’t
about to let it slip away.
Too smart to risk getting caught, he always waited until John had left them
alone before he slipped into Dean’s bed, asking for more and more each time.
When Dean finally let Sam touch him, it was like winning an Olympic gold medal.
The first time he got a blow job from his brother, Sam passed out after he
came, but when his senses returned, he knew Dean wasn’t going to tell him no
anymore, wasn’t going to try to make him stop sliding into bed with him.
He could have whatever he wanted. From Dean. Because Dean would give him
anything. Everything. It was fucking glorious and it made Sam feel like he
could have anything he wanted, ever, from anyone. Anything. Everything.
It was Christmas morning, a year and change later, another motel room, another
holiday without their dad, the two of them wrapped up in each other under the
blankets, when Dean said, “I’m gonna be eighteen next month, Sam. Even without
the incest, that probably makes it illegal for us to fool around in pretty much
any state we end up.”
“Shit, Dean, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to get in trouble”, was Sam’s
response, coated in so much sincerity that it was totally believable. And
really, it wasn’t all fake, he honestly never wanted his brother to be in
trouble, to get arrested or for their Dad to find out. Yes, it was partly
because he didn’t want to lose what they had, but he really did love Dean and
would never wish something bad to happen to him. “We’ll just have to make sure
that no one ever finds out, that’s all. We can do that, right? You can do it.
You can make sure no one finds out, I know you can. You can do anything, Dean”,
he finished, looking up at his older brother with the absolutely one-hundred-
percent authentic trust and admiration he’d felt for Dean every day of his
life, even when he knew Dean would bend to his will very easily.
“Of course, Sammy, you know I’ll never let anyone find out. This is just for
us, for you and me. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you happy. I love you, baby
boy.” He kissed Sam’s forehead and held him close.
Sam started mapping out a six-month plan, his brain working overtime, putting
together the pieces that would lead to him having Dean’s cock in his ass as a
gift for his fourteenth birthday. He smiled to himself, simultaneously
satisfied and determined. He knew his brother still went off with girls
sometimes, but he figured eventually he’d find a way to put a stop to that.
Dean was his brother. Equal emphasis on his and brother.
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