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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Exhibitionism, Non-Consensual_Voyeurism, John_Finds
      Out, John_Winchester's_A+_Parenting
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-17 Words: 1528
****** Stages of Grief ******
by blizzard_ice
Summary
     John doesn't know what is going on with his boys, until he does.
     Underage: Sam is 12 / Dean is 16
Notes
     Loosely based off of this prompt. http://spnkink-
     meme.livejournal.com/119902.html?thread=43196766#t43196766
     I might make a continuation of this with more exhibitionism if y'all
     like this.
John didn’t know what he was going to do with his boys. A smarter man would
have separated them, given one to social services and prayed they had a better
life without them. John was not a smarter man. At first he convinced himself
that it wasn’t true, that was denial after all, the first stage of grief. He
told himself that the lingering touches Dean gave to his little brother was
familial. That the Dean kissed his brother goodnight because it was an old
habit and they die hard. Eventually, it came to a head. He came home from
interviewing a suspect to find his sons sprawled across the ratty motel bed,
hands shoved down each other pants and humping like wild animals. If they heard
him slam the door they didn’t seem to care, continuing their efforts to get off
as quickly as possible while John made a beeline for the bathroom. John took
the entire time in the shower staring at the wall, trying to get the image out
of his head. By the time he came out of the shower Dean and Sam were tangled up
together, a blanket draped modestly over them, and John convinced himself it
was brotherly love.
So John moves on to anger. He starts fights with Sam more, just to get a rise
out of them, just to make his voice hoarse. In the end it all turns out to be
futile. Everytime he fought more with Sam caused the young boy to run into
Dean’s more than willing arms. The goodnight kisses get longer, more
passionate, and it burns to look at. Through all the fighting and screaming
John has never once spoken of the relationship Dean and Sam seem to have. The
knowledge of it is bubbling under his skin, growing stronger with every day,
and he wants nothing more than for one of them to just break the ice and
confess. Apologize. Leave. He doesn’t even know. He just wants to stop
tiptoeing around the situation for the rest of their lives.
Everything comes to a head when Dean and John get back to the motel room from a
failed hunt on a small vampire's nest. Dean hadn’t been able to get out of the
one vampire’s grasp and John had to save him instead of killing the leader.
They ended up leaving with their lives and humanity but with the vampires
scattered to the wind, now possessing their scents. The ride back is silent
except for the slow purr of the impala and Dean is quick to get out of the car
the moment John puts it into park.
John opens the motel door with the key and not even two seconds later Sammy is
up from the small table rushing over and asking questions on how it went. Dean
is grumbling something and John finally snaps.
“Something you want to say Dean?” He bellows, brows furrowed deeply. Dean turns
around to him, face white with terror but it slowly morphs to a look of self-
doubting courage.
“I said, I don’t need you to come in and save me all the time.” Dean’s jaw juts
out further and it's times like this that John can really see Mary in him. The
stubbornness, the defiance, the glint of danger in his eye. He know’s it all an
act, but it doesn’t stop the rage coming up from the bottom of his being. All
of the masked anger from the past months comes out of his mouth when he speaks.
“Maybe if you spent your time doing our training,” Dean’s face goes slack,
horror in his eyes as John steps forward, his voice rising with each step.
“Instead of having your hand down your little brothers pants, I wouldn’t need
to save you!” Dean’s mouth parts slightly and a look of guilt mixed with fear
washing over him as John towers over him.
John sees Sammy out of the corner of his eye, borrowing holes into him. He sees
his younger sons expression not fall at all, if anything it hardens. Sam takes
a few steps forward before placing a small hand on Dean’s shoulder, never
breaking eye contact with John. “Dad.” Is the only word he says, but he speaks
it with so much power and conviction that John nearly forgets for a second.
Nearly forgets that this is his 12 year old son and that he himself is the boss
in this situation, despite what the look on Sammy’s face says.
John turns on his heels and walks out of the room, never even having put down
his jacket or keys. He slams the door and walks in a haze to the impala where
he sits in the driver's seat regaining his composure. Tears prick at the corner
of his eyes and he tries to think back to how he might have gone wrong for them
in raising them. He knew he wasn’t the best father, heck he knew he wasn’t even
a good father, but he knew he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve his sons
turning against him, finding more solace in each other than him. John spends
the next hour or so in the impala, just sitting in the motel parking lot and
nursing a small flask his keeps in the glove compartment. When it gets to be
1am he decides he needs to sleep on a real bed if they are going to be up and
at ‘em at 5.
John didn’t really know what he was expecting to see when he opened the door.
He supposed he expected to see Sam and Dean curled tight against each other
like they have been every night since they were little. But what he gets is
much much worse. What he sees when he opens the motel door is Dean and Sam on
the bed, naked as the day they were born, fucking with a fierce passion.
John stands stock still, watching as his 16 year old son fucks into his 12 year
old son at a harsh pace. Dean’s hands are turning white from where they are
gripping Sam’s little bony hips, driving himself further into Sam. Sam’s arms
must have given out on him because he’s face down on the bed, letting out the
smallest and most heartbreaking whimpers John has ever heard. The look on
Dean’s face is one of an animal and he doesn’t even look up when John opens the
door. His lips twitch into a slight smirk and he has to know John is watching
them now.
John has half a mind to rush over there, tearing them apart, and scaring sense
into them until they can’t even look at each other. But then he hears Sammy
moan brokenly under Dean. “Dean!” Sammy’s voice is small and breathy and Dean’s
pace doesn’t slow down at all. “Dean, fuck me! Fuck my little ass.” Sam’s
stumbling over his words like he can’t even think straight, only concerned with
Dean’s dick deep inside his body.
Sam’s words light a fire inside of Dean’s already crazed mind. He leans
forward, lips brushing against Sam’s ear but speaking loud enough for John to
hear. “Is that what you want Sammy?” Dean’s free hand creeps underneath Sam’s
body and John can only imagine Sam’s hard little cock getting the friction it
desires finally. “Do you want our dad to see what a little slut you are for
your big brother?” Sam keens out loudly and moves his hips back against Dean’s
in rhythm. The sound of slick skin against skin is a ringing inside John’s
mind. “You want him to see how well his little boy takes his big brothers
cock?” Dean’s talking is causing bile to rise in the back of John’s throat and
the older man doesn’t think he can tear his eyes away from the horror show in
front of him.
“Cum for me Sammy, cum for your big brothers hard cock.” Dean’s fist underneath
Sam’s small frame picks up a greater pace while Dean’s other hand runs up and
down Sam’s sweat slicked back. Dean closes his eyes in ecstasy for a moment
before Sam is heaving, crying out loudly until his body goes slack onto the
mattress. John shudders at the thought that he just saw his little boy get off.
Dean’s orgasm isn’t long off either and he see’s his older sons face turn more
and more into an animalistic sight until the boy snaps his hips loudly against
Sam’s one last time. The boy’s ass is going to be covered in bruises after this
and John’s stomach turns at the idea that this isn’t the first time they’ve
done this. This is only the first time they’ve been caught.
By the time John is finally turning out of the room back out to the impala,
Dean is wrapping Sam up in a blanket and leaving a trail of intimate kisses
along his neck and shoulders. John cries in the front seat of the car.
Eventually he decides enough is enough and he calls up Bobby. He needs to get
these kids away from each other.
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