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A/N: In this universe, Hunting is a form of self-employment. The world knows what goes bump in the night (whether they believe it is up to them). Sam, Dean and John are hunters and are not hiding it. Also, Sam is 16, Dean is 20, Dexter is 18 and Brian is 21. My story! My rules! Enjoy! :D

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   “Class, we have a brand new student today. Please say hello to Sam Winchester.” The teacher smiled brightly at Sam as the class gave a droll hello to the shy young man. “Well, Sam, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?”
   “N-No, thank you.” Sam mumbled, giving a quick, shy smile to the teacher.
   “Oh, don’t be shy! All the new students give something about themselves when they arrive. You never know, you may wind up being the most popular boy in class!” she said, patting his shoulder.
   “Unless he’s a superhero, I doubt it. He’ll be just like lab geek over there!” a student jeered. The class snickered, casting looks at the boy sitting in the front corner of the class. Sam glanced at the boy and did a double take. He was adorable. Plump, full lips, freckled skin, high cheekbones and a long neck that just begged to be covered in bites and hickeys. Sam’s green eyes locked with the boy’s blues and he stared, dumbfounded - love struck?- into them.
   The boy gave a small smirk, then looked away. Sam swallowed and took a deep breath. “My name is Sam Winchester. I’m 16. Yes, I know this is a class for seniors. I am a senior because I’m smart. More than likely, smarter than you.” he said, casting a knowing look at the class clown. When the boy took in a breath to retaliate, Sam spoke up again.
   “I have an older brother, Dean, who is 20. My brother and I live with my dad, who is probably the world’s greatest hunter.”
   “Oh! Your dad is a hunter! Well, so was mine, Sam. What does he hunt? Deer?” the teacher asked.
   “Werewolves, Wendigo, ghosts, zombies,” Sam rattled off. He turned to his teacher, whose face was now pale and glanced at her crucifix. “Demons…” he smiled. “My mother was burned alive over my crib in my nursery when I was six months old. Dad gave me to Dean, who carried me out of the house. Dad’s been hunting ever since.”
   “Do you hunt too?” a girl asked.
   “Yes. We all hunt, so I may miss a few days, but I assure you, my GPA will still be one of the highest in the school.” Sam boasted. He was more than likely right. Sam was proud of his grades and always wowed every single principal in every single school district he’d ever been to. He looked back to the boy in the front and smirked back at him. He hoisted his book bag higher onto his shoulder and walked to the other side of the classroom, taking an empty seat in the back.
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   “God, I don’t even know your name…” Sam moaned as the blue-eyed boy pushed him against the wall in the janitor’s closet. He latched onto Sam’s neck and licked a stripe up to the boy’s earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and biting it. He shoved a hand under Sam’s shirt, pinching and rolling a peaked nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, giving it a pull before pulling away. Blue eyes met green eyes and full, luscious lips pressed against slightly smaller full lips. He pulled away long enough to groan his name into Sam’s throat.
   “Dexter. Dexter Morgan.”
   “Dexter, Dexter…” Sam moaned softly, unzipping the teen’s pants and pulling them down to his thighs. His erection sprang up, smacking against his belly and Sam gasped. This boy is huge! Sam slid to his knees, smiling up at Dexter, who looked down at him hungrily.
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   Later that day, Sam’s head was still spinning from his closet time with Dexter. The boy was a great kisser, an amazing teaser and a mind-blowing fuck, but he was weird in his own way too. He kept moaning a weird word or name as Sam was blowing him.
   Biney…
   Who or what is a ‘Biney’? Fuck it. Who cares? As long as he gets to be fucked by one gorgeous and very mysterious Dexter Morgan again, he wouldn’t give a damn if ‘Biney’ is code for ‘ugly skank whore’.
   “Sam!” John bellowed, pushing Sam’s door open with enough force to send it banging into the wall and back towards John. It stopped on his boot and he walked into Sam’s room. His youngest son’s head snapped up in surprise and John shook his head.
   “What the hell is up with you today, boy? I’ve been callin’ you and you’ve been daydreaming. Grab your gear, boy. We’ve got a job.” he said, turning and walking away. Sam jumped up, school work forgotten, and grabbed the duffel bag by the door. He followed his father as he listened to the briefing. Cursed object at some house a few miles away. Someone bought a haunted antique hand mirror and it’s been killing or scaring the shit out of anyone who comes near it. Luckily, this place isn’t far. They can find the mirror, torch the piece of shit and be back in time to get six whole hours of sleep.
   Yeah, right. When have the Winchesters ever been that lucky?
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   “Biney! Biney!”
   Brian’s hand pressed down on Dexter’s throat, cutting off his air supply and his voice. He hissed sharply when his little brother’s body clenched tighter around him. “Be quiet, Dex. You wouldn’t want to get caught, would you? How do you think Dad would react, seeing his little boy’s legs wrapped around his big brother’s waist? Seeing my cock disappearing into your sweet, tight ass? Watching as your big, fat dick drips your thick cum all over yourself?”
   Dexter screamed, or tried to, as he came for the second time since Brian penetrated him. His eyes rolled into his head and his right hand reached up to fondle Brian’s left ear, their version of a safe word. Brian leg go of Dexter’s neck and the boy inhaled deeply, his body shaking as Brian fucked him through his orgasm. “So pretty…” he groaned.
   “B-Biney…” he whimpered prettily. With a low growl, Brian thrust as deep as he could and emptied his seed into Dexter’s body. He withdrew and rolled off of Dexter, pulling him close to him immediately and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Such a good boy, Dexter. Keep this up and you won’t have to worry about a thing. Deb will be just fine.” he purred.
   Dexter snuggled closer to his big brother. This had been going on for the past five years. When Dexter turned 13, his growth spurt hit, as did puberty, turning him from an adorable little kid to an adorable and, as Brian put it, “rape-able“, teenager. Deb wasn’t far behind. She was already a pretty girl, but as she grew, even though she didn’t fill out, she was still very pretty. Brian saw how close Dex and Deb had become and hated it. He wanted to hurt Debra. He wanted to kill her. He wanted Dexter to himself, but he didn’t want to fight him each time he touched him. So Brian, ever so sneaky and intelligent, came up with a plan. He had access to Debra whether Dexter was around or not and Dexter knew it. He knew his big brother hated Debra, even though he pretended not to. Dexter knew, before Brian even told him, what he needed to do.
   He’d snuck into Brian’s room and crawled into his bed, curling into a tight ball when Brian immediately latched onto him. He was hurt that night, but he liked it the second time and the third time was better than that. Soon enough, by the time he was hitting fourteen, Dexter was the one seeking Brian out and initiating the sexual acts. At first, he reasoned that it was for Debra’s safety, but a sick part of him knew that he liked it when Brian penetrated him, used him, filled him with his hot, thick-
   “Dexter.” Harry’s voice shook him from his dream. Dexter was alone in his bed, covers pulled up to his shoulders. Dexter looked up to his father with sleep filled eyes and Harry smiled. “Time to wake up, son. You’ll be late for school if you don’t get up now.”
   “Sorry, Dad. I’m up.” Dexter said. He yawned, sat up and stretched. His rear hurt, but he didn’t show it. He liked it. He could even feel the plug Brian slipped inside him again. Today was going to be a hard day, no pun intended. Maybe he could sneak that new kid, Sam Whatshisname, into the closet again. That boy was a really good fuck.
   If Biney found out…
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   “I saw your brother’s car speed off last night. You were going in the direction of that haunted house. Did you guys fight a ghost?” some blond girl with too much make up asked, blowing a bubble with too red lips.
   “Yep. It’s gone now.” Sam replied, not looking up from his textbook.
   “Did it, like, do ghost stuff to you? Like in the movies?”
   “It threw my dad around a bit and knocked my brother through a wall, but I was lucky.”
   “What was it? Was it a little girl? I heard it was a little girl that like to feel on grown men’s di-”
   “Okay, I’m obviously trying to do some work here. Could you please leave me alone? I know it seems like an awesome life, being a hunter, but it’s not. It sucks. Now, I have to finish this homework before I go to my next class and I can’t do that if you’re distracting me with those wannabe cock suckers you call lips.” Sam snapped.
   The girl’s mouth was gaping. “You wish you could find out how well I sucked cock, you pathetic virgin!”
   Sam slammed his pen down, looking up at the girl with a sinister glare. “Then get down under the table and show me, you filthy pathetic whore. Get on your bruised knees and do what you’re best at. Or would you like me to put you down there?” His green eyes sparkling with anger and the girl shivered. She looked around, as if contemplating it.
   “Later. Meet me behind the bleachers.” She got up and walked off.
   “Slut.” Sam muttered. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. That was a fourth person to ask him twenty thousand questions about hunting. To make matters worse, Dexter hadn’t paid him the first lick of attention today and it put Sam in an even worse mood than not having all his homework done did. He looked up from where he was sitting alone in the cafeteria and his eyes landed on Dexter, staring at him. Those eyes…
   Sam looked good enough to eat. Dexter wanted him the way Brian wanted Dexter. Dexter wanted Sam underneath him, crying, whimpering, choking on his air, his fear, his arousal. Dexter felt himself growing hard and broke the gaze. He sat down three tables away from Sam, across from his sister and pretended he was the slightest bit interested in whatever bullshit she was dealing with today, all the while stealing glances at Sam, who he could tell was frustrated with his own issues.
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   “Sam.” Dexter called out to the boy, jogging to catch up with him.
   “Too late to lead me to the closet, Dex. I have to go. My brother’s waiting for me.” Sam said, not slowing or looking at Dexter.
   “I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted to talk to me.” Dexter said.
   Sam couldn’t help but notice the lack of emotion in Dexter’s voice. He was so… monotonous. Sam stopped walking and turned around to face Dexter. He studied the boy’s face and found nothing. He studied Dexter’s eyes and found nothing. Wait, he found lust. Dexter’s eyes were flitting from Sam’s eyes to his lips to his neck, where a hickey was just barely covered by his shirt.
   Sam sighed. “Care for a quick blow job in the locker room?”
   “Care for a quick and hard fuck in the locker room?”
   Sam chuckled. “No. Takes too long. Blow job or no job.”
   “Clever boy.” Dexter purred, turning to walk towards the gym.
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   “Oh God, Dexter…” Sam moaned, resting his head against the bench. He tangled his hands in Dexter’s long hair and sighed happily. The boy was so damn good at sucking cock. He took Sam’s length all the way down his throat like it was nothing. Sam raised his head to look at Dexter and moaned loudly at the sight.
   Dexter was rutting against the bench he was straddling as he blew Sam. He kept his hands on Sam’s thighs, squeezing them through denim every now and again. He moaned as he deep throated the Winchester, the vibrations sending Sam over the edge. Sam grabbed a handful of Dexter’s hair and slowly pulled him off as he was coming, watching as Dexter swallowed the first two spurts, slid off Sam’s cock with a wet pop, and opened his sinful mouth in time to catch part of the last spurt in his mouth, some landing on his lips and nose.
   Dexter licked his lips, wiped the come off his nose and licked it off his finger. He unzipped his pants and reached inside, freeing his cock. Moving up to straddle Sam’s chest, he took a handful of Sam’s hair and pulled him up, pushing his cock to Sam’s lips. “So pretty…” Dexter purred. He shoved his cock deep into Sam’s mouth, fucking it roughly. It didn’t take him long to get off.
   After they cleaned up, they rushed to the student pick up area. Debra hit Dexter on the arm, asking where the fuck he’d been. Dean leaned on his horn. Sam waved goodbye to the Morgans and jogged to the Impala. Once he got in, Dean looked to him and chuckled.
   “What?” Sam asked.
   “I thought that kid was you at first. You two look alike from afar. The long, brown hair, you’re both tall, even though I’m sure you’re still gonna grow, and you’re both lanky as hell.”
   “Shut up, Dean.” Sam sighed, resting his head on the window. As Dean drove by, Sam locked eyes with Dexter. Sam could’ve sworn he saw a smile grace his features for a brief second. Not just any kind of smile either, but a predatory one. Sam shivered in delight.
   The black haired man behind him, though, glared at Sam with a hatred only a demon could muster.
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End Chapter 1
   This is my very first attempt at a crossover and my very first attempt at a Dexter fanfic. There will be more to come, I promise! Read it, rate it, review it. <3
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