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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      John_Winchester_&_Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy!cest, Daddy_Kink, Sam_is_12, Underage_-_Freeform, Underage_Sex,
      Hand_Jobs, jerking_off, Nipple_Play, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, First
      Time, Clueless_Sam, Bottom_Sam, Top_John, cumming_untouched, Butt_Plugs,
      Anal_Plug, Anal_Sex, Anal, Rimming, Daddy/Son_relationship, Underage
      Relationship(s)
  Series:
      Part 11 of Tumblr_Prompts
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-18 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 4776
****** Sammy's Little Secret ******
by MissKatherine
Summary
     Daddy!cest. No Dean. Just little Sammy and sorta kinda maybe
     perverted John with eyes for his son.
Notes
     There might be a second chapter...
It started out simple enough, if any of this can be called simple, but it was
just smiles, too bright and too much teeth. Because little Sammy missed his
Daddy so much. And John had a mean face so Sam didn't dare to do more than
smile. But John isn't mean, not towards sweet little Sammy, he's just
protective, and scared. Scared of losing the light of his life. So he keeps his
treatment towards both his boys equal even though Sam is only eleven and Dean
is fifteen and almost a man.
But Sam knows better, know that his Daddy is too busy saving the world because
that's what Dean says. And he knows to leave it alone and not be a burden
because that's what Uncle Bobby says. And Sam wants to be a good boy. Wants his
Daddy to be proud of him and to notice him. So he cleans after himself and
doesn't talk more than needed when John is home. He smiles at him at every turn
and hopes John smiles back.
And then when John is gone for almost a month and a half, Sam cries every now
and then because he misses him and Dean doesn't know to comfort him. And God
knows Dean tried, every way he knows how, but nothing ever works, because all
Sam wants is his Daddy and Dean is a great brother but he's just not John. And
so when John does come back, in one piece, Sam jumps in his arms before the
door in even closed, small and thin and wrapped around his Daddy like a a tree,
and the tears come down like a waterfall. His words too muffled to be
understood but John somehow knows exactly what Sam is saying.
John soothes him and walks them to the bed, glances at Dean who just shrugs
with sad eyes. John pulls Sammy back a little and sees the red eyes, puffy and
sensitive. He must have been crying for a while. John wipes his tears with his
thump and gives him a weak smile, doesn't know what else to say. But Sam seems
to do pretty good with just that.
John is tired, he's been moving non stop for months and now it's finally
catching up. He's down with a fever. Stays at the motel while Sam and Dean are
at school. They think he left and he didn't want them to miss school for this.
But then Bobby pops at his door and all but scolds him like a little kid for
not telling anyone. John looks worse than a rotten tomato. All weak and leaky
and red and barely holding it together. So Bobby waits for the kids to come
home. Sees how Sam almost cries at the sight of his Dad and sits next to him on
the bed, moves the sweaty strands of hair stuck to his forehead and says
"Daddy" like he's hurting too.
But John explains that he's fine and he doesn't need babysitting. Orders Dean
to keep training and tells Bobby he doesn't need help and that he came in vain.
Sam still has that frown on his face and he doesn't move from his spot on the
edge of the bed when Bobby leaves and Dean gives one last worried look before
following.
John wakes up with Sam kneeling on the floor and his head resting on the bed,
fast asleep. And that position can't be comfortable. He sits straight and feels
the heat bounding in his head but ignores it. He slowly runs his hand over
Sam's head, in the soft hair and tries to wake him up. Sam jumps away and then
realizes where he is, his expression goes back to the way it was, scared and
worried and sad. John tells him to go sleep in his bed, but when he looks at
the time it's evening and Dean is still out.
And all Sam does is climb into bed with his Daddy and snuggle close, explaining
that he doesn't want to leave his side.
And then the hugging becomes as regular as smiling. John was as eager as little
Sammy, holding the little boy in his arms just a minute longer and letting go
with a little effort. Because Sam just fits in his arms so perfectly. And every
time it gets harder to let go. If he's leaving for a hunt or coming from one.
But nothing was ever enough, so Sam started sneaking out of his bed, as quietly
as possible so he doesn't wake Dean, and into Daddy's bed. Laying his head on
the broad chest and curling himself around John. John would easily wake up, and
at first he was on guard, almost reached for his gun if it wasn't for the soft
whisper of his name. After a while, he wouldn't bother to open his eyes, just
his arms. Holding Sam as close as possible.
Just few days away would make Sam bowl his eyes out. And few days became weeks,
Sam listening to Dean telling him to grow up. But he'd get angry and pretend to
go to sleep while Dean leaves the room. Sam keeps trying to call his Daddy but
with no answer so he tries to go to sleep for real this time.
John comes back bloody and bruised and Sam wants to cry again but his tears are
dry. So he looks after Dad, patches him up as much as possible and with every
wrapped wound he leaves a kiss after. Making John flinches at first, surprised
but happy nonetheless and Sammy does it again and again. Until he reaches the
cut on John's lip, he doesn't hesitate before giving him a kiss there too.
It takes John a while to realize what really going on. Because Sam is now
twelve and he's not as little as he was. He's smart, first in his class
anywhere they go. And John is proud. He may not show it because he wants Sam to
be more like Dean with training. But he sees what it does to Sam when he says
that. And John wants to stop saying it, wants to say that he's proud instead,
but reading books about monsters isn't the same as fighting them. And he'll die
before he let anything happen to his little Sammy. So he's hard on him
sometimes, wants him to be strong and brave so he can protect himself. Sam
doesn't see it that way.
With all his harsh words that leave him awake at night, Sam still smiles, shows
off those pretty dimples for his Daddy, he still hugs him like be might not
come back, and kisses his cheek goodnight whenever he can. And John wishes he
didn't like it but he does. God help him but he likes it too much, loves
everything about his little baby, no matter what he does. So he lets his hand
linger on Sam's small waist after a hug just for a second, and touches his
cheek where those sweet lips been and wants to kiss Sam back. Wants to feel
that soft cheek under his lips, wants to see Sam blush and get hot because
John's never done it before.
"Daddy." Sam calls out of the bathroom.
John can see his reflection in the mirror, Sam is undressing to take a shower,
only his upper side is visible but it leaves John out of breath because there's
milky white, smooth, hairless skin there and he wants to touch it. "Yeah baby."
Such an old nickname, when Sam was few years old, he picked it up from Dean.
Because Dean thinks all children are called Baby.
Sam peeks his head out of the bathroom frame. "Can I ask you something?" His
shy little smile has nothing to do with his wide eyes, all existed and ready to
go.
John nods his head and puts his gun down "What is it?"
"Well," he fidgets a little, going back inside the bathroom where he's hid from
view and then he comes out. Completely naked, all that silky flesh exposed to
the world. "Why don't I have hair like you and Dean?" His question is coming
from driven curiosity. He looks down at his soft dick and back at John.
John is chocking on his tongue because Mother of Everything Holy, that body
shouldn't be standing in plain view right in front of John, because he's
questioning his self control at the moment. God, he prays to anyone listening
that he doesn't get hard while looking at his twelve year old son's naked body.
"Daddy." Sam calls again.
John attention snaps back to Sam's face and he hitches a breath before being
able to even think of a response. Can't even remember why is Sam standing there
like that body alone isn't a walking sin.
And Sam is suddenly walking to him, standing right in front of him with his
eyes darting down meet John's. "What's wrong Daddy?"
It takes all of John's power to not stare at that small dick and take it in his
hand just to see if Sam will get hard. He looks up, hands clutched in fists
"What is it?" He repeats.
"Why don't I have hair down here?" He touches his pubic bone with his finger
tips and John is caught between breathing or moaning.
"Well, you're still small, only grown ups have hair...there." He can't resist
but give another glance down to where Sam's fingers are. He brings his hand up
and traces the area himself, hesitation clear in his eyes more than his
movements and looks up again. "You wanna grow up, Sammy?"
Sam just nods with a wide blush.
"Don't be in a rush, you're just so beautiful like this." He sucks a small
breath and it shatters his lugs so he pulls away and tells Sam to go shower
before Dean comes back and takes all the hot water.
When Sam leaves the shower, there's nothing but a tiny towel around his waist,
it's barely staying there and Sam seems annoyed by it. "Why don't we have
bigger towels. I can't even dry myself." He whines and flops down on the empty
bed.
John turns around from where he's sitting on the couch and this time he's
defiantly hard. And the heat from the sun that feels like it's right above his
head isn't helping. He feels the sweat gather in his palms as he watches Sam
bend down to get his duffle and those two sweet mounds are clear as day, wet
and shiny and he just wants to squeeze them. And all he needs right now is for
Sam to open his legs just a little and he'll be able to see his tiny hole. He
gives his cock a squeeze at the thought and shifts a little without lifting his
eyes from Sam's ass.
"Daddy!" Sam covers his ass as best as he can and looks back with a cheery
cheeks. "Don't look, it's embarrassing."
John wants to argue, tell Sam that he just had a close encounter with his dick
but instead he just smiles and stands up "But it's just me Sammy." He walks to
where Sam is standing and his hand just finds Sam's hip. Rests there and Sam
relaxes. "Let Daddy see, C'mon baby." His voice is deep and barely coming out
because he can't believe he's saying that to Sammy.
But Sammy just ducks his head and gets on all fours on the edge of the bed.
Keeps his legs closed and his head turned back to watch John.
John is feeling dizzy and he knows it's his cock more than the heat. His cock
that he wants buried up that tight hole. That sweetly sinful, virgin hole. His
hands rest on each of Sam's ass cheeks. "So perfect." He rubs it a little and
Sam whines. Now he knows why he was embarrassed about showing his ass but not
his dick, his ass is probably more sensitive than John's dick right now.
"Daddy.." It's a question, like he wants John to reassure him, explain what
he's doing.
"Trust your Daddy, Sammy." He leans closer to Sam, hovers on top of him and
kisses his neck. "Ever get hard, baby?" He ends the question with another kiss,
almost a suck this time. "Think you can get that pretty little cock hard for
Daddy, hm?" He takes in Sammy's scent, young and innocent and pure and it just
makes him think about how he must taste down there.
Sam whines again, it seems that it's all he's capable of right now. His body is
trembling because it's the first time he ever felt this way. Hot and tingly and
good and it's addicting is such a bad way. But he doesn't want Daddy to stop.
But then the Impala is heard parking outside and John's heart skips a beat. He
stands up and Sam looks back at him with puppy eyes so he just runs to the
bathroom and locks the door.
—————————————————————————
Sam stands in the bathroom barely three days after his moment with Daddy. He
wishes John would talk to him, because he really wants to ask why did he feel
like that. But after trying too many times he decided to find out himself. So
he stands in the bathroom of the rental they're in, back towards the mirror, up
on his toes so he can looks at his naked ass. His upper body is twisted a
little painfully so he can see but he doesn't care. He rubs his ass the same
way Daddy did, feels the skin under his hand heat and it feels really nice,
just not the same as when Daddy did it. It felt hot and good and he wanted
more.
He squeezes both ass cheeks and a whimper escapes when his cheeks are pulled
apart and air hits his puckered hole. He gets closer to the mirror and spreads
his ass more to see and he really wants to touch it. Because it's making his
dick tingly the same way Daddy did. He feels his knees barely holding him so he
stands on his feet instead of toes and doesn't look back at the mirror. He
spreads his ass with one hand and brings the other to touch his hole. It feels
hot and small and God it's like all his nerve endings are right there so he
rubs his again and moans as quietly as he can.
He looks down at his cock and it's wet for some reason and standing hard. He
doesn't want to freak out but he feels like the best thing to do is freak out.
His cock never did this before and it just feels so good, he wants to touch it
but he's afraid he'll do something wrong. He leaves his ass when he feels faint
and he's not sure if that's good or not. He wants to call out for Daddy because
he'll know what to do. But he's scared that his Daddy might get angry with him.
He thinks about calling Dean instead but that thought is quickly disregarded
because he knows Dean will probably laugh at him for not having hair, or not
knowing what's happening to him, or something that Sam didn't even think about.
But Dean will find a reason to laugh.
Sam pulls on his pants and checks if it's still visible, and it is. Before Sam
can do anything the bathroom door is open and Sam wants to cover his body but
he looks up and sees John. Who, for all intents and purposes, looks surprised.
"Sorry Sam—"
He's about to close the door when Sam whines again, weak and from the back of
his throat, all needy and desperate. "Daddy."
John stands still. Gives Sam a once over before seeing what's between his legs.
He closes the door behind him "What happened?"
"I don't know, it feels tingly, Daddy."
"C'mere and let Daddy feel." John is surprised by his soft voice. And more
surprised by Sam moving towards him and pulling his pants away from his body.
Eyes wide and looking up at John. John doesn't hesitate to put his hand in
Sam's pants, feeling the wet tip before cupping his cock and balls all
together. He hums to himself because Fuck, Sam is really wet.
Sam can't control his reactions and his legs close tightly while his hands
clutch Daddy's shirt.
"Feels good baby?"
Sam nods his head.
"Never touched yourself before?"
Sam shakes his head.
John can't help but smile at that, he pulls his hand away and Sam looks up with
a frown. "It's ok, Sammy, Daddy's gonna take care of you." He brings his hand
to his mouth just to taste Sam and that sweet taste just shuts his mind off. He
groans and lifts Sam so he's sitting near the sink on the cold tile, and pulls
his pants down. He doesn't say anything, just lowers his face until he sees
those two pink nubs and licks.
And God, he tastes so sweet and innocent, just pure little Sammy, and he's
loving it. Whimpering like a little puppy at the attention his nipples are
getting, pushing his chest up and breathing heavily like John was licking his
dick. And John was loving those sounds, going straight to his cock, making it
fill out and the space in his pants gets tighter. He latches to one nipple,
wrapping his lips around it and sucking, and it gets him a loud moan from Sam.
His fingers pinch the other nipple away from Sam's chest and the boy arches
with the touch. But John can't stop even though he knows Sam needs his dick
touched, because that baby scent is still all over Sam's skin, lingering, and
it shouldn't turn him on but it does and he can't think of anything more sexy
right now.
"Daddy." Sam's whining because he wants more, wants his other nipple to be
licked, wants his dick to get some of that attention but he doesn't know how to
ask.
John just knows what his baby needs so he licks the space between the two
nipples until he reaches the other one and doesn't waste time before lapping at
it. His fingers switch places with the wet, abused nipple and he doesn't stop
rubbing it. Because why on earth would he want to stop when Sam keeps pawing at
his back and whimpering like he's about to cum.
John starts rolling the small bud around in his mouth, making his tongue flick
it before licking around it. And he just wants to keep it in his mouth so he
can hear Sammy call out for him over and over.
"Daddy, stop, I'm gonna pee..." Sam is reduced into a mess again when his words
make John suck harder and pinch tighter. "No more, please Daddy!" And that's
all it takes for him to cum. His cock gives few jerks as he empties himself for
the first time all over John's shirt. His fist clench tighter around John's
shoulder and he arches with his head thrown back, and John never stops sucking.
When Sam comes down from his high, he looks down at his Daddy who's just
lapping at each nipple and kissing it like he's apologizing.
"Did I pee?" Sam asks with a frown, suspicious of the white liquid on his
Daddy's shirt, and very embarrassed of himself.
John stands straight and looks down a little to see Sam's face, ducked down and
shy, and looking at John's shirt. "No, baby boy, you didn't pee." John's voice
is filed with lust that he might as well be fucking Sam with his tongue.
Because he just made his baby cum for the first time without touching his dick.
Sam looks up "Then what's that?" He points to his own cum and waits, eyes
glossy but still innocent and that just turns John's on even more.
But the bathroom door is heard knocking and Dean's annoyed voice is calling for
Sam to hurry up and get out.
They leave town that night and Sam can't talk to his Daddy about what he did in
the bathroom. And that's not the only reason he can't stop thinking about it,
there's the little matter of his hard cock that comes to life whenever he
remembers it. And the fact that his nipples feel sore and raw and just the
brush of the shirt against them makes him whine and squirm in the back seat. So
he lays on his back so Dean can't see him as he writhers away just from the
memory of his Daddy's touch. But the ride in bumpy nonetheless, and with every
little jump of the car, Sam's shirt rubs against his nipples and he closes his
legs tighter to stop his erection from showing. But with no use, because he
sees John looking in the rearview mirror every few minutes to check on him and
once he sees that tiny cock standing, his eyes get glued to the rearview mirror
until Dean points out that he should pay attention to the road ahead.
And poor little Sammy wants to touch himself so bad, but Dean is awake and
right there and it's impossible to hold back his moans once his dick gets the
slightest touch. So he keeps his hands tucked under his butt and his lips
tightly closed so whenever a little shake goes through the car he doesn't make
a noise that gets Dean's attention. And that works for a little while. But Sam
is new to this to he has no idea that the longer he neglects his erection, the
more it'll hurt. But soon enough, Dean is snoring in the passenger seat quietly
and his head resting against the window.
John looks back at Sam, his eyes running all over his body and settle on the
tent in his jeans. They turn dark and hungry too fast and he's forced to look
at the road again. But he keeps his eyes on Sam through the mirror. He watches
Sam flip to lie on his stomach and a sigh if relief escapes him at the contact.
John looks down at his own filling cock and takes a deep breath, looking at
Dean to make sure he's still asleep.
By now, Sam is humping the backseat with one of his hands tucked under his
chest. John realizes he's probably touching his nipple and that just makes him
hard faster. Then the noises follow, sweet, small, addicting noises from Sam's
mouth, mixed with breathy "Daddy." And John is too focused on Dean to pay
attention to his sweet baby or his own cock.
"Daddy please.." Sam's voice is barely heard not because he's trying to be
quiet, but because he's too far gone to be able to make coherent words. His
hips get faster and he wants to undo his jeans but doesn't want to stop the
friction. His fingers pull his already abused nipple harder and it makes his
toes curl.
"What is it baby, tell me." John is three seconds away from stoping the car and
climbing in the back seat, he wants to place Sam in his lap with one hand
around his cock and the other in his mouth to keep him quiet and just thinking
about it is doing so many wrong things to him.
"Touch me, please." Sam whines louder this time because he's desperate and
clueless.
"Can't do that baby, I'm driving." Another glance to Dean.
That earns another whine, all needy and pathetic, but Sam isn't aware of all
that. "Please Daddy please!"
Shit shit shit! It's like he's trying to kill John. And John has no idea how to
tell Sam he needs to jerk off, not with Dean right here and Sam level of
cluelessness. "Touch yourself for Daddy, C'mon baby boy." His voice is hoarse
like a dying man's last words.
Sam opens his eyes and he's not as whiny anymore because his Daddy isn't
refusing him. He flips to his back again and looks at John, waiting to be told
what to do like a good little boy. Like John needs another reason to get him
hard, he's ready to bust out of his jeans any second and seeing that look in
Sam's eyes is driving him crazy. He gives Dean another look, and the teenager
is still sleeping, but snoring louder now.
John looks in the mirror "Unbutton your jeans and touch your little boy parts.
Let Daddy see you touch yourself." John's instructions are about as stable as
his voice. He tries to pay attention to the road but between Sam's flushed face
and the hand down his pants, and his own dick, it's really unfair to be driving
right now. But driving is the only thing keeping Dean from waking up. The
second they stop he'll wake up.
Sam does as he's told and undoes his jeans, pulling them down a little and
shoving his hand in his briefs. At the first brush of his fingers he tenses and
clutches his own shirt. Eyes closed and unable to find John's face, but he's
still waiting to hear his voice. "Daddy.." He calls to let John know he's still
waiting.
John's breath quickens and he adjusts his own erection before looking in the
mirror "Touch it baby, wrap your fingers around it and touch it." John lowers
his voice and rubs his erection through his jeans. He does his best to stay
focused but Sammy's voice moaning for him can cause him to crash into a tree
and not care. He steps on the gas petal and looks at Sam again. And fuck,
because he looks so debauched and fucked out like no twelve year old should.
But he is and it turns him on like crazy.
Sam's shirt is pulled up to his neck, leaving his milky chest exposed and the
two rosy buds standing out and raw. There's teeth marks around them, and small
red bruises covering them, and they didn't look like that this morning, they
didn't stand or get hard like this, not until John got his mouth around them.
Sam is teasing them like crazy, not knowing why they ache so much and why
touching them feels like skinning in warm water. "Daddy...Daddy, they
ache...please," he opens his eyes and looks at John's through the mirror "Will
you lick them again? Please?"
John feels his stomach twists around itself and that pool of pleasure leaving
it to go to his cock and he's cumming in his pants like a teenager. His orgasm
shakes him to his spine, forcing him to close his eyes for a second and
breathing a groan.
"Daddy?" Sam calls and this time his voice is right next to John's ear. Making
him open his eyes and glance at Dean then Sam.
"Yeah baby." John answers and he can't recognize his voice.
Sam kisses his neck and his hand sneaks down his chest, slowly and gently,
until it reaches the hem if his pants, and John wants to protest but Sam keeps
kissing his neck and that tiny hand is under his boxers and touching his spent
cock. John's breathing picks up again, loud a raged, because Sam takes his hand
out and it's wet with his own cum so he watches Sam bring his fingers to his
pink, wet lips and suck them.
And fuck the road because John can't look away. Not when Sam is moaning around
those cum-covered fingers, his fucking cum. And be pulls them out and smiles at
John like he just gave him ice cream. "Fuck Sammy." He breathes and looks at
the road again before they crash. Clutching both hand around the steering wheel
until his knuckles are white.
He notices the stains on Sam's shirt and he can't remember when he came but it
doesn't matter at this point because it'll keep Sam quiet now.
"Sammy," John's voice is finally back to normal.
Sam leans closer again and waits.
"You're not allowed to do that without Daddy's permission. You can't touch
yourself like that, only Daddy can touch your little boy parts." And it's like
when he's telling Dean to train harder or watch out for Sammy but it never
turned him on when he told Dean those commands. So it's nothing like that.
Sam nods and goes back to laying down on his stomach.
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