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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Previous_mentions_of_Dean/Cas, Destiel_-_Freeform, Wincest_-_Freeform,
      Christmas_fic, wincest_christmas, Weecest, First_Kiss, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-26 Chapters: 3/4 Words: 2450
****** Make This The Best Christmas ******
by AndreyaWinchester
Summary
     18 year old Dean drags an un-enthused 14 year old Sam to a High
     School Christmas party. Sam does NOT want to go, but he has no other
     choice. Things start to progress as the night goes on.
     This is a very late Christmas fic, and I apologize--
***** Chapter 1 *****
This was the worse Christmas Eve Ever.
All Sam wanted to do was enjoy the time he got off of school that he just had
started at two days before break. He didn't attend the School Dance, and he
didn't go see the School play. He just wanted to re;ax at home a sulk. No
presents under the Tree, No Dad home with them. Dean trying to give him a good
Christmas but just being miserable as well and drunk of eggnog and alcohol.
But NOPE. Couldn't have a traditional Christmas eve. Dean INSISTED Sam go to
some stupid Christmas party instead. Dean was a senior in high school, so he
always got all the girls, even some guys chased after him, but Dean never
showed interest in them.
The elder Winchester was 'Strictly' Heterosexual. Sam rolled his eyes, because
even he knew that was a Lie. Dean could lie to himself and everyone else as
much as he wants, nothings gunna hide the Truth. Sam knew his brother well. But
Dean had a rep to keep, so he never told anyone he was Bi. Only way Sam knew
because once, when Dean was a sophomore, he walked into his room while him and
some 'Cas' kid were having a heated make out session in his room with plenty of
breathy moans and dry humping. Sam had slammed the door so fast and ran to his
own room he felt dizzy.
Cas had come to the house a few times after that. Even after we left the town
Dean kept in contact with as for awhile, but something happened and the next
thing Sam knew he never heard a thing about Cas again, and Dean had stopped
texting him. Sam didn't care. Oh well, it happens.
But now Dean was in the cramped motel bathroom, adjusting his outfit. Dean
decided to dress NICE for this party. He wore a Sleek silky Red button up and a
white Vest with Green tie. His slacks were nice and black.
Sam sighed. He was a Freshman, he wasn't gunna fit in! He sighed, pinching the
bridge of his nose. He was wearing one of Dean's old button ups, thin fabric
and well worn. He wore a pair of jeans and old pair of Dean's shoes. Sam didn't
have nice clothes....he wondered why Dean had so many? Sam felt like he looked
terrible!
Dean emerged from the bathroom, hair spiked up and outfit looking nice.
"Ready Sammy?"
"I don't want to do this, Dean...." he mumbled. Dean laughed.
"Dude come on!"
"They're you're friends!! I just started there!" he huffed. Dad had insisted on
taking him on his first hunt. Mini hunt, simple salt and burn, no injuries or
anything. But it took awhile. Sam started school a month and a half late, hence
the reason he was only there two days before winter break. And one of those
days was a half day, so one and a half!
"just try it, okay? you are not gunna sit here and sulk for Christmas AGAIN
this year." he said, fixing Sam with a serious look. "Tell ya what, just try
it, okay? I bet there will be some pretty young girls there." he said, waggling
his eyebrows. "Okay? If you don't like it, we can go home." he said, nodding
softly. "Or I'll bring you home to sulk. Sam, I wanna have a GOOD Christmas
Eve, cause God knows what our Christmas's are like...just Try Sammy?" he asked,
and Sam sighed.
Dean had the worst puppy dog face, but it was those sparkling green eyes that
always did it. He tried so hard. He sighed, rolling his eyes and nodding.
"Fine, Dean." he agreed. Dean grinned, grabbing Sam's wrist and pulling him for
the motel door, but Sam yanked his hand away. "I'm not five." he said,
following the other out to his Car. they both go into the Impala and buckled
up. Sam let out a shiver, seeing his breath in the car.
Dean had on Dad's brown leather jacket. Didn't really go well with his outfit,
but the thing was warm. Sam didn't have any more hoodies....Kids always
complained about getting clothes for Christmas. That sounded amazing for Sam.
Even for his Birthday that would be amazing. He sighed softly, exhaling a puff
of breath as he slumped in his seat as Dean started the Impala and cranked up
the heater and drove down the road, singing lazily to the Christmas rock he had
on the radio.
***** Mistletoe Disaster *****
They arrived at the party and Dean parked across the road from the house,
swirling his keys around his finger before pocketing them. "Let's go, Sammy."
he said with a grin, and Sam just lazily followed Dean up to the house and
inside. The Second they were inside, the party host, Some chick, ran over and
kissed Dean's cheek.
"Glad you could make it!" she said, batting her lashes. Dean grinned.
"Pleasure all mine." he said, winking and before Sam knew it, Dean was being
Dragged off.
Great.
He sighed, looking around. He didn't see a single freshman....although he
didn't really get much time to MEET any...He walked around until he found the
livingroom, heading to go sit on a couch but finding it occupied by two
couples, both heatedly making out. Sam blushed, going to sit down in a chair
but found some drunk kid passed out, all sorts of profanities drawn all over
his face by his friends.
Sam wanted to go home....Why was there even alcohol here it was a teenage
party. Sure, Sam and Dean drank, but only cause what they had to Deal with
sometimes. Sam never really drank though. He hated it. Dean on the other
hand....
Speaking of Dean, Sam might as well try to find him and tell him he wanted to
Go home. NOW. Not even five minutes into the party...He began to wander around
the house, praying he wouldn't come across Dean in a...compromizing situation.
He turned the corner, and he literally ran into someone, falling back on his
ass with a 'omphf!' He was frightened now. He was either going to get his face
beaten in or....he wasn't sure...
"S-sorry." he muttered, Scrambling to get up and turning to leave, finding a
wall of people behind him grinning at him. He blinked, body going ridgid. "U-
Uh...Excuse me?" they didn't move though. Then he heard an all too familiar
groan from behind him.
"It's alright Sammy." he chuckled, standing up but when he looked around, all
eyes were on them, and he blinked. Sam turned around.
"Dean? Why are they all staring at us with grins...?" he asked, looking around.
Then suddenly a low chanting of 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' began to grow louder and
louder. Sam's face flushed Red "W-what--"
Both Sam and Dean pailed slightly as they looked up above them, swallowing
thickly. There hung was Mistletoe, indeed hung where they could see. Sam looked
at Dean with a look of wide eye'd fear.
"Just Tell them we're Brothers." he muttered. Dean nodded.
"Guys, I can't kiss the kid Cause--"
"C'mon Dean! Are you too pussy to kiss a guy?" Someone yelled, and everyone
laughed. Dean sighed, and gripped Sam's shoulder, looking at him for a moment
before pecking him very softly on his lips. Literally nothing more than a
family kiss. Sam secretly wished it was more...that it meant something...
"That's not a kiss!!" Some girl yelled, and Dean flushed.
"C'mon! that's good enoug--?!?!" Sam fisted his hands into Dean's shirt and
before either of them knew it, they were kissing. Heated, sloppy slide of Sam's
lips against Dean's, Sam's eyes shut tightly as his tongue slipped out, unsure
what the fuck he was doing, considering that was his first kiss. The crowed
went wild with Cheers, but then Sam was being roughly pushed away, and his eyes
snapped open, and he was met with the sight of a wide eyed, frightened,
confused, and angry Dean. Sam's eyes widened when he gathered what EXATLY had
just happened, and he turned and booked it outta the hall and out of the house
completely.
He ran a good two blocks before he had to stop, taking Deep, painful breaths,
inhaling the cold winter air. He let out a feirce shiver, hands gripping onto
each opposite arm and rubbing his arms, trying to warm him up. The cold fabric
did jack shit to keep him warm. He glanced back, then shook his head. He
already ran this far....they only lived about six, seven blocks away. He'd
walk. it was only what, ten, fifthteen minutes? He didn't care. He began to
walk, shivering softly as he did so.
Sam figured he'd fucked up. Fucked up real bad...He had just kissed /Dean/. His
BROTHER. Of all people, good GOD....But it was just like he has alwas imagined,
although in his fantacys Dean kissed back expertly, teaching him how to kiss
like a pro....the Feelings arose when Dean brought his first girl back to the
motel. Dean was only in seventh grade, Sam was in fifth. Dean had swore up and
down sam was asleep, but thats only because Sam was VERY good at faking being
asleep. He was asleep at first anyway. He woke up and Dean and the girl were
just getting undressed as they made out. Ever since them Sam has had feelings
for Dean. How sweet Dean was, how hot Dean was, how Dean sounded, made him
feel....and hell, the way their life was going? the only one Sam would ever be
able to have if he could have anyone.
But he couldn't Have Dean...Dean was his brother....His feelings escalated for
Dean when he caught him and Cas making out and dry humping...He didn't stick
around to figure out if that went anywhere. He had booked it to the bathroom
and took a nice cold shower, but that did nothing for it so he instead he
jacked off to the thought of Dean and Cas, wishing, imagining it was him
instead... 
But now here he was, out in the cold with no coat and shitty shoes, thin
clothes and tears spilling from his eyes and freezing on his face. He wiped his
Tears, shivering as he did so. Damn, he was going to die out here. Get
hypothermia or something.
Suddenly he heard the familiar roar of the Impala's engine comign down the
street behind him, and his eyes widened. He was about to run for it, but Dean
was pulled up beside him in a second.
"Sammy!" he called out the open passenger window. "Get in the Car. Now." he
said, stricktly and Sam sunk down, waiting to be bitched out beyond
beliefe...He didn't want to get in the car but....It was warm so reluctantly he
got in, out of the cold, snowy side walk. He curled up on the seat, shivering.
He was waiting for Dean to yell at him....but he didn't. He just pulled away
from the curb and headed home. Maybe he'd wait for home...? Or maybe he'd tell
Dad and Sam would get the beating of his life time...aybe even kicked out onto
the streets oh good god...Dean wouldn't do that...would he...? Sam swallowed
thickly, and he swore he could still /taste/ Dean on his lips...from just a
simple kiss! He was losing it...He bit his tongue as they drove in Dead
silence.
***** I Saw You In The Doorway *****
They arrived at the motel within seven minutes, Sam getting out of the car
hesitantly and quietly, and Dean getting out and slamming the door. He went
into the motel, Sam following and before he could even explain himself, Dean
had him shoved up against the door as it Slammed shut.
"Sammy...What- what the fuck was that back there?!" He asked, face still
confused and shocked, definantly agery and...slightly hurt almost?
"D-Dean I'm so SO Sorry!! P-Please don't hate me or tell dad!!" he cried out,
covering his face as his body shook with sobs.
"W-Woah woah Sammy, calm down..." Dean said, pulling Sam's hands away. Sam
looked up through watery eyes, confused.
"B-But Dean I ki-Kissed you--" he stammered.
"I know...." Dean said quietly. "Look up." he said lightly, and Sam did. Hung
above them right above the door was Mistle toe, and Sam's eyes went wide, but
before he was able to look back at Dean, there was a soft pair of lips sliding
along his own, bright green eyes fixed on his own. Sam was left in shock, so of
course he didn't kiss back. He was about to, but Dean pulled back, licking his
lips softly.
"Why did you kiss me like that at the Party?" he asked. Sam blinked, still in a
slight daze because holy shit....Dean just kissed him!!
"I-I...We were under the...mistle--" 
"NO, Sam. Tell me why you REALLY kissed me. Damn it Sam you never had your
first kiss before that, and that was one hell of a real kiss if i ever had
one." he said, searching his brothers hazel eyes. Sam blinked, tears still
residing in his eyes, not yet dried or absorbed back into his eye.
Sam shifted. "Because I love you....More than a brother should love his
brother." he mumbled softly, almost in a whisper as he looked away, slightly
ashamed.
"Look at me." Dean's voice was soft, and when Sam looked up, Dean was wearing a
genuine, happy smile.
"h-huh?" Sam was confused.
"Sammy, I've wanted you since you Caught me and Cas going at it." he said
softly, Sam's eyes going WIDE. "Yeah Sam, I saw you peeping through the crack
in the door. And I don't mean the time you saw us making out. I mean the time
we fucked. I saw you watching and palming yourself you dirty little boy." he
said, grinning as he kissed his jawline softly, and Sam shuddered, cock giving
an interested twitch.
"Y-You knew I was there?" he asked, voice barely coming out in a whisper. "A-
And you didn't say anything?" he felt his cheeks redden worse. Then it hit him
what Dean had just said. Dean said he wanted him. wanted Him. He felt his heart
skip a beat, But he was just staring, slightly in shock.
"Sammy? You still with me?" Dean asked, slightly worried as he snapped his
fingers in front of his face. "Sam, Let me make this your best Christmas ever.
Please, okay?" he grasped his chin and tilted his head up, pressing their lips
together once more.
 
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