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Spilled Blood Cries to Heaven	By : BlueHarlequin Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spilled Blood Cries to Heaven
Author: BlueHarlequin
Disclaimer: Nothing of Supernatural belongs to me. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: underage sex, incest, assumes that pre-teens were still pretty innocent in the mid 90’s, may contain spoilers up to current season.
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Dean x Sam
Summary: Dean angsts over taking Sam’s innocence, Sam doesn't.

Chapter 2 – A Touch
I honestly thought after the first hour of questions about daytime TV, girls and kissing that dad was going to crash the car. After hour two about gratitude, first base and marrying girls you loved, I was going to make our father crash the car just to get Sam to drop it. Finally when Sam was about to ask why boys don’t kiss I jumped in with, “Sam, I think Dad is tired, we can talk later.” Sam glanced at me and to his credit, he got the hint. At the same moment I looked up and saw that this was not a conversation our father wanted to have with Sam. In fact, the look of relief on his face and the secondary glance he gave me through the rear view mirror indicated that this was something he wanted me to take care of.

On the way back from a hunt I sat in the Impala wishing for a hot shower and dreading the nervous glances Dad kept giving me. I was waiting for him to bring up Sam’s behaviour. “Sam is really growing up fast.” I almost snorted. So this is how he was going to approach it. “Dean you know Sam will listen to anything you say. I hope you can take the responsibility to tell him the right things.” I blinked just a little bit bewildered. I guess that was it. I was so screwed.
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now I am going to go help some other hunters out so I will be gone for a couple weeks. Make sure the two of you don’t draw any attention at school.”
I nodded, “Yes sir.” Then something came to mind. “Will you be back in time for Sam’s birthday?” He frowned and I could see that he hadn’t remembered.
“No. Tell him I’m sorry, we’ll celebrate it later.”
I sighed. It was going to be a long couple of weeks.

Surprisingly Sam had been really quiet. The current school we were attending had given him lots of reading and he seemed to be enjoying it. Thankfully it made the first week pass rather quickly. I hadn’t told him yet that Dad wasn’t going to come back before his birthday. Instead, I told him we could do anything he wanted after school that day.
“Can we go to the bookstore?” The bookstore was going to be hard to for me, Sam could spend an eternity looking at books. But I had promised and I had also been able to put aside a bit of cash from the last time I played pool to get him something.
“Is that all you want to do?”
“Yeah.” He sighed then looked at me straight in the eye. “Dad’s not coming back for my birthday is he?”
I frowned. “No, he said sorry and that we’ll celebrate when he comes back.”
He bowed his head and I could tell he was making a face at the floor. “Well I guess it can’t be helped. I’m happy you can celebrate with me today.” He looked up and grinned at me. I realized that he was trying hard to be mature about it. I smirked back at him and ruffled his hair.
“Yup, you’re stuck with me. Now let’s go before it gets too late.”
Thankfully the town bookstore wasn’t that large. I idly flipped through a magazine as I watched Sam peruse the shelves. I was almost ready to see if the shopkeeper would notice me inching toward the adult section when Sammy shoved a book into my hands. “Can I get this?”
I looked down at the title, The Complete Grimm’s Fairy Tales. “You sure you want this? Isn’t it for girls?”
“Dean, the real stories are not at all like the Disney cartoons. They are more like the stuff you tell me after you and Dad go on a hunt.”
“Hmm, so it’s more like dad’s journal,” I mumbled. I paid for the book and we walked out into the main street. “What do you want to eat for dinner?”
“Pancakes!” I groaned as Sam spotted an IHOP down the street. Well at least I would be able to get a burger.
After dinner we went back to the motel. Depositing myself on the bed I rolled on to my back flipping through the channels not really paying attention to whatever was on. Sam had crawled up next to me and was thumbing through his book. “Dean?” I looked over at him; he had placed his book on the nightstand between the beds.
“You getting sleepy?” He shook his head. I made room for him as he snuggled up beside me.
“Can I kiss you again?” I panicked. I was hoping he had forgotten that. He was looking at me, his eyes wide and earnest. I couldn’t say no. I needed to say no. Instead, I nodded. My breath hitched as Sammy crawled on top of me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and lowered his mouth to mine. His lips were soft and warm. Pulling back he smiled, and I hesitantly smiled back at him.
Sitting up, I let him slide back onto my lap. It was easier to move and less confining than letting him pin me to the bed. Sam wrapped his hands behind my neck and my arms slid around his waist in a tight hug. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips; I leaned forward and gently sucked on it. His eyes widened and he made soft noise in the back of his throat. I ran the tip of my tongue over his lips and they parted. I dipped inside to taste. He opened wider with a pleased gasp, pulling me closer and moulding his body to mine. Our mouths pressed together as we hungrily devoured each other. This was much more intense than our previous kissing session. He drew back panting, “Ah! Dean!” He was tugging at my shirt. I jerked slightly when his warm hands plunged underneath it and began caressing my sides.
“Sammy,” I moaned as I ghosted open mouthed kisses over his neck. My hands rubbed up and down his back coming down to settle on the soft swell of his backside.
Suddenly, I stopped. Horrified, I felt Sam’s hardness touching my stomach and I could feel myself just as hard beneath him. I was molesting my younger brother! I felt sick. Sam didn’t deserve this. His hands were trying to pull my shirt off. I moved to stop him. “Sammy, we can’t!” I tried to push him off my lap. He clung to me fiercely.
“No! Dean, its okay. I want to!” It was terrifying. It was almost like he had read my mind. I took a deep breath and pressed my forehead to his chest.
“Sam, do you know what you’re asking for? I don’t want to hurt you. I’m supposed to look after you and protect you. Not take advantage of you.” My voice shook.
He tilted his head down and kissed me gently on the head. “Dean, I know that I want to touch you and I know that you won’t hurt me. I may be younger than you but I’m not helpless.” He sighed. “And I am sure that you would stop if I told you ‘no.’”
I looked up at him. I wasn’t so sure I could stop. “Sam, do you even know what to say ‘no’ to?”
That got me a petulant look. “Dean, I know what second base is. I knew even before I kissed you the first time.” He grinned and whispered in my ear, “I know what third base and home plate are too. I’m not really a little kid anymore.”
I pulled back sharply. When had that happened? He had suddenly grown up and I had somehow missed it. Sam was effectively nullifying each of my arguments. Considering how he had acted last week, I had to wonder if he had put some planning into it. I had one last hand to play. “We can’t do this, we’re brothers. It’s unnatural.” At this point I was fighting tooth and nail against myself.
Sam smiled. “Yes, but normal doesn’t really apply to us.” I really didn’t know what to say to that. He was right, nothing about our lives was normal. Sam pulled himself close again. “I want this. I want you.”
I folded. I wanted him as well, I was just being stubborn. My mind wasn’t letting me get past the stigma ingrained into me. I let out the breath I was holding, “Okay! Okay, Sammy. I get ya. Just ... just give me some time. I need to go slow here. I need to feel like I’m not violating you in some way.”
He nodded. I looked into his eyes and saw how hungry they were. I was going to let him lead the way. Anything he wanted I would give it. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. “Take mine off too.” I closed my eyes as I drew it off. Tossing it aside I felt him grab my one of my hands and place it on his crotch. “Dean, I want you to touch me.” My eyes flew back open as his fingers started fiddling with the button on my jeans.
“Sam! What happened to going slow?!”
He giggled. “I’m just picking up from where we left off.” My brain melted at that moment. Sam was way ahead of me, his hand quickly getting in my pants and firmly stroking me. Reeling myself back in, my fingers scrabbled at opening on his pants. After getting them open, I tugged at the sides.
“Sammy, lift your hips.” I pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. My hand wrapped around his cock, the other rested on his hip, and I began to stroke. Sam whimpered and his eyes rolled back. I was going to make this good for him. I was very near; Sam’s hand on me was strong and steady causing my head to spin. I wanted to bring him to the same place. I firmly jerked my hand up and down twisting slightly so that cusp of my hand squeezed the crown of his cock with every pass. My other hand travelled down from his side to tenderly cradle his balls. I gently massaged them, rolling them around my palm. Sam was moaning brokenly, his hand on me becoming sporadic as he slowly lost his mind. I whispered in his ear, “You gonna cum Sammy? I want to see it.”
I leaned down and ran my tongue over one of his nipples. My teeth grazed over the hardened nub and Sam keened, his other hand gripped my shoulder hard enough to bruise. I bit down and Sam came, screaming my name. Looking at his beautiful face, pupils blown wide in pleasure, mouth open, triggered my own release. With a muttered, “Fuck, Sam!” I spilled into his hand.
I pulled him close, holding him protectively, possessively, until his breathing calmed down. Gently lowering him onto the bed I got up and went into the bathroom. I grabbed a couple of washcloths, damping one of them slightly. Crawling back on the bed I cleaned him off, chuckling as he incoherently fussed at me when I jostled him too much. I pulled his pants the rest of the way off and changed him into his pyjamas. He was down for the count, his eyes drooping slowly closed.
I went back in the bathroom, cleaned myself off and also got ready for bed. Looking into the mirror I felt a twinge of shame. I really shouldn’t be grinning like an idiot after giving my little brother a hand job. I ran my hand through my hair; this wasn’t what dad had in mind when he told me to “take responsibility to tell him the right things.” Staring at my reflection I exhaled sharply, my mind made up. I had promised, not in so many words but I had promised. Sam wanted me and I wanted him and that was all I needed to think about.
My mind was blissfully blank as I crawled into bed next to him. He murmured, turning in his sleep to cuddle with me. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, “Happy Birthday Sammy.”

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