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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Canon, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Drabble
  Collections:
      Sinful_Desire
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-07-21 Words: 1002
****** The Aftermath of Sam and Dean's First Solo Hunt ******
by SamandDeanFangirl [archived by sinfuldesire_archivist]
Summary
     Now that Sam is sixteen, he is allowed to go on his first solo hunt
     with Dean. What happens when Sam doesn't follow Dean's orders and
     gets hurt on the hunt?
Notes
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Author's notes: This is promt #1-bathing
Unbeta'd
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Sam hissed in pain as he allowed his brother to practically drag him into the
bathroom of the dingy motel their father had decided to stay at until this hunt
was over. John wasn't home, of course, having split from his boys to head off
after this ghost in the other direction, figuring Sam and Dean could handle
themselves if there was trouble.
 
"Dammit, Dean, be careful," Sam hissed, rolling his eyes. His shirt was
sticking to the wound in his belly, and Dean wasn't being all that gentle as he
pulled the fabric from Sam's body.
 
He hadn't been out on many hunts, his father not allowing him to go out until
he was fifteen, and even then he had to stay in the car. Actually, now that he
was sixteen, he had finally been able to go on a hunt with Dean where their
father couldn't tell him what to do. And if he didn't listen to every order
Dean snapped at him, it wasn't the end of the world.
 
Only, tonight, it almost had been.
 
"Watch your language," Dean mocked, chuckling as he shook his head.
 
"Shut up, Dean."
 
"Lift you arms up, Potty mouth."
 
Sam did as he was told, biting his lip so he wouldn't cry out when the skin
pulled and stretched where he was injured. At least Dean had gotten the
material away from the wound fairly quickly, which Sam was thankful for.
 
Dean had Sam's shirt off pretty quick, dropping his gaze to Sam's jeans just
before he popped the button and dragged the zipper down. "You're burning up,
Sammy," Dean explained, tucking his fingers beneath the waistband of both Sam's
jeans and boxers, yanking the denim and cotton off his brother's body. He held
onto Sam's hip as he turned on the cold water, wanting to get Sam's fever down
as soon as he could.
 
The younger Winchester felt uncomfortable as he stood in the middle of the
bathroom naked in front of his brother. After all, Dean wasn't the kind of guy
to just shut his mouth and not make jokes about certain things, and Sam was a
teenager who responded to being touched the right way. He had a feeling this
whole bath thing was going to be a little awkward.
 
He heard the water turn off, and his cheeks flushed red when Dean practically
picked him up and dumped him into the water. His hands gripped the edges of the
tub so he wouldn't go under, not really feeling like drowning tonight. Frowning
up at his brother, Sam shook his head. "You don't have to be in here, you know.
I'm perfectly capable of soaking in the tub by myself."
 
"Oh, quit your whining and just relax into that cool water. If you still have a
fever when Dad gets home, we're going to have to tell him that you have
difficulty following orders. Do you want that?" Dean asked, raising his brows
at his brother. "I didn't think so," he nodded when Sam shook his head.
 
Sighing, Sam closed his eyes, doing as he was told and relaxing back into the
cool water. It did feel really nice against his hot skin. And so did the wash
cloth that was running down his chest. Wait...wash cloth? His eyes popped open,
and he nearly jumped out of the bathtub when he saw Dean was washing him. "What
are you doing?!" he exclaimed, already feeling himself getting hard under the
water.
 
"Calm down, kiddo," Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm just cleaning the
blood off of you. Now, relax and let me work." Sam's hard length hadn't gone
unnoticed to Dean, and he had every intention of doing something about it. He
had seen the way Sam was looking at him these last few days, and if he was
reading the signs right, he knew those looks only meant one thing.
 
As soon as his brother was relaxed back into the water, Dean started to wash
him again, scrubbing hard enough to get the drying blood off Sam's body, though
not enough to hurt him. His hand slid down lower, disappearing under the water,
cloth slipping from his fingers before he wrapped his hand around Sam's hard
cock, stroking slowly.
 
The washing felt really nice, Sam liking how it felt to have Dean take care of
him every once and a while. Kind of like he used to when they were younger.
Now, everything seemed so different, including the way Sam felt about Dean. The
last few nights, he had been having some very inappropriate dreams about his
brother, and he didn't know why. Maybe because they were all each other had in
the world, so he related to Dean in that way?
 
Whatever the case, he knew it was wrong. And if Dean ever found out, he would
probably have a fit.
 
When he felt Dean's hand close around his shaft, he gasped, looking at Dean
with a shocked expression on his face. However, Dean's shh stopped him from
asking what Dean was doing, his head dropping back against the tub instead,
hips thrusting into Dean's hand as much as they could.
 
"That's right, Sammy," Dean whispered, licking his lips as he leaned against
the tub, thumb ghosting over the tip of Sam's dick, pulling him closer to the
edge. "I knew you wanted this, too. Saw the way you were looking at me."
 
A few more strokes, and Sam was cumming hard into his bathwater, breaths
panting out as he looked at his brother. "I-I didn't know you were looking at
me that way, too. If I would have, I wouldn't have kept it a secret for so
long."
 
Smiling, Dean shook his head, pressing a kiss to Sam's lips. "Not bad for our
first solo hunt, huh, Sammy?"
 
"Boys, I'm back!" John Winchester's voice rang through the room. Seeing Dean
exit the bathroom, john asked, "how did everything go?"
 
"Great."
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