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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Weechesters, Mildly_Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-01 Words: 3352
****** Strawberry Shake ******
by energist
Summary
     Sam & Dean are at yet another new school thanks to their dad's
     hunting. Sam is jealous of all the girls Dean is chasing and comes up
     with a plan to catch his attention.
Notes
     Inspired by a tumblr post! I totally just pounded this out so it
     might be terrible, but hopefully not. I DONT KNOW HOW TO END ONESHOTS
     JESUS
     Also omg sorry for the terrible title but I suck at titles :(
            Another hunt, another new town. Another new school where Sam and
Dean knew no one, another new crowd of girls for Dean to try to pick up, and
another set of faculty for Sam to try to impress. It was the same as always.
            Sam hated it; all of it. Once the school day was done they’d head
to their motel but they wouldn’t see their dad at all until the hunt was over.
They’d argue over what to watch on the tiny television and Dean would always
give in, the argument being faked so he could make Sam feel a little happy when
he’d win. Dean would go out later with the money their dad left with him to get
a couple burgers for dinner along with a strawberry shake for Sam.
            Dean would always do a few little things like that for Sam whenever
they’d move to a new town. It wasn’t going to fix everything, but it made Sam
happier and that was all Dean really wanted.
            After dinner Dean would go lounge in his bed, flipping channels
while Sam sat at the flimsy table by the front windows, doing his homework by
the light of the neon signs shining in. It didn’t take long before Sam started
to protest. “Dean, this is pointless. Why am I doing homework when we’re only
gonna be here for a week or two?”
            Dean stopped flipping channels and looked over at Sam. “Because
it’ll make you smarter. If you wanna get out of being a hunter someday and go
to college you’ve gotta be able to prove that you’re smart enough for it.”
            “Dad won’t let me go to college, I’m gonna have to be a hunter like
you two…” Dean didn’t go along for every hunt, but he was in high school now,
old enough for their dad to bring him along on the less dangerous missions.
            He got up from the bed and plopped down in the chair across the
table from Sam. “Besides, Dean, you don’t do any homework.”
            “True. But I plan to go into the family business,” he said with a
cheesy grin. Sam just pouted at him. He’d rather be curled up with Dean in one
of their beds, clinging to his older brother, the warmth from his body
comforting him and helping him sleep. Hell, he wanted to do more than that.
            It’d only happened a couple times before but he and Dean had
actually fucked. The first time it’d happened, Dean had left the motel to go on
a ‘date’ with some girl from the school they were at. It wasn’t really so much
of a date as much as it was Dean trying to impress some girl enough that he’d
get laid.
            He’d ended up calling her by a different girls name when things
started getting hot and heavy so she slapped him and walked home.
            Dean went back to the motel and walked in on Sam masturbating, a
soft ‘uhnn… Dean…’ leaving his lips as the door opened….
            Sam swallowed hard and stopped reminiscing on that night before he
got too turned on and had to throw himself at Dean.
            “How about I make you a deal,” Dean started. “I’ll go out, get
another shake, and if your homework’s done by the time I get back, it’s yours.”
            Sam sighed. He was beaten…. By a milkshake.
            “Deal.”
            “Good boy.” Dean said with a grin as he got up from the table. He
grabbed his leather jacket that’d be draped over the back of the chair and
swung it on before heading out.
            It didn’t take long for Sam to finish the homework once he’d
actually started. Plus Dean wasn’t around to distract him. It’d been the
longest time since anything more than a blowjob had happened between them and
Sam wanted it bad.
            Sam went over to the sofa and sat down to watch tv until Dean got
back, but by the time he’d returned, Sam was asleep. He shut the door just loud
enough to make Sam jump awake. He looked over to see Dean standing there with
the shake. “What took you so long?”
            Dean chuckled. “Yeah… sorry about that. There was uh, this girl.”
            Sam sighed. “You put getting laid before me again?”
            “No no no no, we just talked; she gave me her number though.” He
smiled. “She goes to our school too.” Sam pouted a little, jealous. “So did you
finish your homework?”
            “Yeah.”
            Dean thumbed through the papers still sitting on the table just to
make sure Sam wasn’t lying to get the shake. “Good job, Sammy.” He walked over
and sat down on the couch next to Sam and handed him the shake.
            Sam scooted closer to Dean and slowly laid his head on his shoulder
while he slowly drank. “Dean, why do we have to keep moving around with dad?
Why can’t he leave us with Bobby or something?”
            “Because… we’re all the family he has; and he’s all the family we
have. We’ve got to stick together.” He put an arm around Sam. Sam felt himself
start to get hard. It really had been a long time. Hell, it’d probably still be
a long time. Dean would always spend the first few days in a new town chasing
after girls, usually impressing them enough to have sex with him.
            Not like that was a hard task for Dean. He was tall for his age,
with a good body, and the face of a model. Who knows, maybe modeling is what
he’d be doing in another life, a life without hunting…
            Sam kept drinking his shake, eyes glued to the tv as one of his
hands crept up the inside of Dean’s thigh.
            “Sam…”
            “What?” he asked innocently.
            “I told you I’d give you a shake, not that I’d give you me.”
            “I know… but it’s been a long time…” He loved even being able to
cuddle up to Dean like this, but there was something about how he felt when
Dean was holding him down, fucking him into the mattress with pure abandon that
he loved more. He never felt closer to him than he did during those times.
            “If we screw around then I’ll just be distracted all the time… I
won’t be able to focus on the girls.” He did love giving it to Sam, especially
when Sam would claw at his back, Dean’s name escaping his lips between long
breathy moans. But he loved doing the same thing to girls.
           Sam pulled his hand back to himself. “I’m…” he started before
finishing off the shake with a few loud slurps. “gonna go to bed then. It’s
getting late.” He didn’t want to spend the whole next day fighting off sleep,
but it was really just an excuse to move away from Dean. He always felt so
awkward anytime Dean blew off his attempts at making an advance. He’d put so
much into mentally preparing himself to go through with it just to fail.
            “Okay,” Dean said, feeling a little guilty. He could hear the
disappointment in Sam’s voice. “Sleep well, Sammy.”
            Sam threw the empty cup into the trash and crawled into one of the
beds, pulling the blankets up over his head so the sounds of the tv wouldn’t
bother him.
            He’d already come up with a bit of a plan to get what he wanted;
he’d make Dean jealous. Jealousy was as prevalent in their blood as hunting.
He’d simply go flirt with one of the popular jocks in Dean’s grade (lucky for
Sam, one of the quarterbacks was bi and had a reputation for getting anyone he
wanted). Dean would get jealous and try to steal Sam back.
           
-
 
            The next day of school started off normal. Sam went to his classes,
Dean went to some of his. He spent the rest of the time skipping class to go
make out with girls in the janitor’s closet. Typical.
            When lunch came, Dean sat with a group of popular girls who hadn’t
found out he’d made out with all of them behind the others’ backs. Sam found
the quarterback sitting alone, holding the table for the rest of his team-
mates. Doing one of the more bold things he’d ever done, Sam sat right next to
him and gave him a big smile. “Hi.”
            The quarterback just looked at him for a second, trying to figure
out what his deal was. “Um, you know the football team sits here, don’t you?”
            Of course he knew. He may not have gone out on hunts but he still
had the hunter’s instinct to know what was going on around him, but he played
dumb. “No.. I’m uh, I’m new actually…”
            “So do you know anyone here to sit with yet?”
            “No,” he paused. “Well actually, my brother Dean. But he’s a little
busy.” He pointed over at Dean and his fanclub.
            “That’s your brother?”
            “Yeah.”
            He looked Sam up and down, noticing the slight resemblance. Dean
was really good looking but there was something about Sam. Something less…
dominant. The quarterback happened to like partners who were a bit submissive,
and of course Sam knew that already. That’s how he’d picked him.
            “Well if your brother’s that popular you can’t be that big of a
loser,” he said jokingly. “How about you sit with us today?”
            “Really?” Sam smiled.
            “Sure.”
            “That’s okay?”
            He laughed. “Yeah, not every football team is a bunch of
jackasses.”
            “Thanks.”
            “No problem.” He rubbed the top of Sam’s head, messing up his hair
the same way Dean would. “So what’s your name?”
            “Sam.”
            “Sam? Is it okay if I call you Sammy?”
            Okay? It was perfect. When Dean found out he’d be furious. No one
called him Sammy but Dean.
            “Yeah.”
            Near the end of lunch the whole team was talking and laughing with
Sam. They were nice guys regardless, but when they could tell the QB was trying
to get with someone, they’d really pump it into high gear to try and help.
            Dean walked over just before the bell rang to walk with Sam to his
next class since they were right next door to each other. “Ready to go to
class?”
            The QB looked up at Dean. “Are you walking him?”
            Dean looked at him a little confused. “Um, yeah. He’s my kid
brother; someone’s got to help him out.”
            “I can help him, don’t worry. Besides, shouldn’t you be walking one
of your girlfriends to class?” It wasn’t meant to come out sounding mean, but
Dean definitely took it that way.
            Dean glared at him then looked at Sam. “You gonna be okay with him,
Sammy?”
            “Yeah. He’s really nice.” Sam smiled. The plan was already working.
            “Okay then…” Dean wanted to walk him, but he figured if this is
what Sam wanted, it’d be alright.
            The QB stood up and put an arm around Sam’s shoulders. “Alright
then, let’s go, Sammy.” They walked off to class while Dean just stood there,
trying to restrain himself from chasing the asshole down.
           
-
 
            Dean was waiting for Sam outside of his class when it ended. He was
too jealous and pissed to go to class himself.
            As soon as Sam walked out the door Dean put his arm around him like
the QB had.
            “Dean?”
            “Came to walk you to your next class.”
            The QB walked up to them a moment later. He wanted to walk Sam too
but wasn’t going to start a fight. It wouldn’t be good for his standing in the
team. “Hey Sammy.”
            “Hey.”
            He glared at Dean before smiling at Sam. “Listen, I was thinking I
could walk you home after school?”
            “Um, our dad doesn’t like people coming over that he hasn’t met.”
It wasn’t a lie. Though really he didn’t want anyone coming over.
            “That’s right.” Dean chimed in with a smirk.
            “Well then…” he stopped to think. “Okay, how about you come to my
place then? We can hang out.”
            The hand around Sam’s shoulder clenched to a fist.
            “Well…” Sam started. “That should be alright…”
            Dean glared at Sam. “No it’s not!”
            “How?”
            “Dad was taking us out to see a movie then for dinner when we get
home, remember?”
            “No…”
            “Yes you do.” Dean turned Sam to face him and looked him dead in
the eye. “We’d planned it the day we got here.”
            “No…”
            Dean grabbed Sam’s wrist and looked at the QB. “He can’t. We’ve got
plans.” He then stormed off, dragging a non-protesting Sam behind him.
            Dean pulled him through several hallways without heading anywhere
specific until everyone, even the bewildered QB had gotten into their
classrooms, deserting the halls. He pulled Sam towards the men’s bathroom that
was reserved for the janitorial crew for privacy.
            “Sam…” he said half growling.
            “Dean?”
            “What the hell was all that about?”
            “He… he was a nice guy, I didn’t have anyone to sit with at lunch
so I sat with him and we talked and he offered to help me out since I don’t
know where stuff is or who people are yet.”
            “Please. He wanted to do a lot more than help you. Do you even know
who he is?”
            “He’s-“ Dean cut him off.
            “He’s got a reputation! Once he’s got his eyes on someone he
doesn’t give up until they give in!”
            “So?”
            “So he wants you, and I’m not letting him!”
            “You’re too busy going after those girls!”
            “Sam!”
            “What? Last night you said I’d ‘distract’ you.”
            Dean pushed Sam against the wall, their bodies touching. “You think
letting some other guy get all over you wouldn’t distract me worse?”
            “Well…”
            Sam could feel Dean getting hard as he pushed him harder against
the wall, both of which just served to get him started too.
            “You know I’m the only one who gets to do that with you, Sammy…” He
slid a hand down the back of Sam’s pants, giving his ass a squeeze.
            “But it’d been so long.”
            “Well I’m making up for it now.” He growled at him. Sam’s hands
slid up under Dean’s shirt, running over the smooth lean muscles of his
stomach. He loved the feel of Dean’s skin under his fingertips, like warm
marble.
            Dean didn’t let him do that for long before he grabbed Sam’s waist
and pulled him over to one of the sinks sticking out from the wall and bent him
over it.
            “Dean…”
            “Look Sammy, you can see what I look like behind you…You can see
how I look giving it to you.”
            Dean grabbed Sam’s wrists and pulled them behind his back, holding
them there with one hand while the other yanked down Sam’s pants followed by
his own. He rubbed his cock along the crack of Sam’s ass. “Look, you can see it
sliding up and down Sammy.”
            Sam looked into the mirror, catching glimpses of it. Dean was
pretty large; not unsurprising given his popularity with the girls.
            Dean let go of Sam’s wrist, opting instead to use one to hold onto
his hip and the other to hold his own cock. “You want it don’t you?”
            Sam nodded slowly, making eye contact with his older brother via
the mirror.
            “Good boy.” Dean started pushing into Sam, not even bothering to
stretch him out with his fingers like normal. Sam let out a whimpering moan as
Dean grabbed a tight hold of both his hips and leaned forward, his torso
grazing Sam’s back.
            “Dean….”
            Dean whispered into Sam’s ear. “You like that, don’t you?”
            “Yes…” Sam moaned as Dean pushed into him further.
            Dean’s grip tightened as he finished sliding all the way into Sam.
He slowly pulled out before pushing back in with far more force than before.
Sam yelped. “You really like that big cock Sammy…” his groaned into his ear.
“Look up, you can watch.”
            Sam looked into the mirror, watching Dean’s hips move hypnotically
as they picked up speed gradually.
            Dean stood back up giving Sam a better view of the action. His
hands were gripping onto his hips so tight Sam thought he’d be smashed like
play-doh. “Oh god Sammy… so much tighter than I remember,” he groaned. “You
should see what I see… Your hole stretching around me…” He bucked into him hard
eliciting another whimpering yelp.
            “Dean!”
            He leaned forward again, whispering into Sam’s ear. “It feels good,
doesn’t it? Having your big brother fill you up?” Sam nodded with a moan. “No
one but me could ever give it to you this good.” Sam clutched the sides of the
sink as Dean continued to plow into him ever harder.
            Dean rammed into Sam has hard as he could manage while leaning over
him. “Feels so good. I forgot how good it was…” He let out a moan. “So much
better than those girls… so fucking tight…”
            “Dean… your hands…” Dean’s fingers were digging so hard into Sam’s
hips that they were on the verge of drawing blood. “They hurt…”
            “But you love it when it hurts, don’t you?” He made the next thrust
particularly hard. “Good, innocent, Sammy. Everyone thinks you’re such a well
behaved kid…” He grunted. “But here you are, getting your ass fucking pounded
by your older brother…”
            “It’s… so good,” he whimpered.
            “You’re such a good boy, Sammy,” he moaned into his hear before
letting one of his hands slide from Sam’s hip down to encircle his cock to
stroke it in time with his thrusts.
            Sam let out a loud moan. Lucky for them the janitor’s bathroom was
far enough away from the main parts of the school that no one would hear.
            Sam was already close to orgasm, the way Dean filled him up and hit
the right spots with every thrust always made quick work of it. Coupled with
Dean’s hand it only took a minute before Sam’s grip on the counter tightened
and he let out a howl, spilling onto Dean’s hand.
            Dean wiped the cum onto Sam’s hip as he grabbed it again, giving
him more leverage to really ram into his little brother. “God dammit Sammy…
that was so hot…” He leaned to whisper into his ear again. “You want me to fill
you up?”
            “Yessssssss…” he moaned out breathily.
            “I’ll shoot nice and deep… you can carry it around inside you all
day… You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
            “Oh god yes…. Dean…” Every word he spoke was soft and drawn out,
his moans and breathlessness making talking a labor.
            “But you gotta tell me.. I’m better than that other dude could ever
be.”
            “You are….”
            “No one else will ever fuck you as good as I do…”
            “mmhmm” Sam answered, half moan, half word.
            “You’ll never find a guy as big as me, and no one will be able to
pump you full like me…” he growled into Sam’s ear.
            With every thrust Dean growled again. He was getting close.
            “You ready, Sammy?”
            He nodded. Dean somehow managed to grip Sam’s thighs even harder,
putting all his strength into the last few thrusts before he exploded inside of
his brother. Sam felt every squirt deep inside of him as Dean’s body fell limp
on top of him.
            Dean sat still for a minute, catching his breath before he let go
of Sam’s hips and slowly pulled out of him, a tiny dribble of his cum leaking
out. He grabbed a couple paper towels from the holder mounted on the wall and
wiped himself off before using his finger to push the dribble back into Sam who
only moaned in response.
            Sam stood up, slowly, wincing as he did. Dark, hand shaped bruises
were already starting to show on his hips.
            Dean grinned. “I think you’re a little too tired to go to that guys
house, don’t you? You should really rest at home.” He winked.
            Sam smiled back and laughed a little. “Yeah.”
            “So how about we get dressed, ditch the rest of the day to go home
and I’ll buy you a shake on the way?”
            “Okay!”
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