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Dean was always a good big brother to Sam, he practically raised the poor boy. They went through some terrible trauma as kids, they went through it together—thats what made it *special*.
Dean made Sam feel special, he treated him like a brick of gold, which most older siblings would, right? Not exactly but, close enough!
And Sam… Sam loved the affection.. the company.. the comfort.. until it became rather… weird?
They had a brotherly love that no one could possibly compare too at all. A special bond.
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Dean stirred slowly in his sleep, laid on his stomach and face pushed into the pillow—drooling like a mutt, he stirred at a sudden *taptaptap* on his shoulder.
“mhh.. five.. five more minutes…”
Dean groaned into his pillow, but another few taps hit his shoulder and made him jerk up in the bed and look around frantically before seeing Sam
“fuck.. sammy.. what do you want? what is this?” Dean growled at his baby brother, there was a sense of worry in his tone but, that doesn’t matter.
“oh uhm.. i got breakfast.. that’s all—“ Sam murmured softly, looking away from Dean like a kicked puppy, fuck he was adorable when he thought he was in trouble.
“no—no sammy it’s okay buddy.. thank you.” Dean smiled up at his baby brother—a almost predatory smile, Sam hated when he did that, when he stared like he was a piece of fucking meat, but Sam can’t lie that the stares made him warm, all hot and fuzzy, disgusting.
“By the way sammy—we have some bullshit to do, some people talking about a ghost and you know it’s something we have to look into—so i suggest getting your big boy panties on and getting in the car”
Dean laughed softly, grabbing a donut from the cardboard box Sam was holding, then taking a hot steaming cup of coffee, taking a long sip from it.
Sam’s eye twitched at Deans words, he hated getting babied, especially by Dean. So every time Dean talked slightly down to him — or how he would a child — it pissedSam off to the core, but there was something else, Sam couldn’t name the emotion but it was there, lingering.
“yeah, okay.” Sam replied blankly, completely deadpan. Dean gave Sam that shit eating grin like he always did, and proceeded to eat his donut. When he finished it there was glaze all over his finger tips, and without hesitation he looked up at sam and started licking and sucking his fingers till clean.
Sam felt something inside him churn, blood rushing to his cheeks and flushing his handsome, pathetic face, with a soft rose color. Fuck, he shouldn’t be having these .. these thoughts about dean but, he couldn’t help it.
Back when they were younger—sam just stated freshman year of high school, and Dean just started senior year. Sam was crying and whining like a kicked puppy, rushing into deans room and jumping onto his big brother bed, burrowing his face into his neck and gripping his shirt tightly—that’s when it started— Dean held Sam close and told him everything would be okay, and pressed a firm kiss to his temple, something about that felt.. nice.. it felt right, like that’s what he should be doing…
When Sam eventually got into sophomore year, that’s when Dean took a step higher, a gross and disgusting decision that he knew was wrong, but he didn’t care, it didn’t matter to him.
Dean would let Sam sleep in his bed, and Dean would keep the boy close, holding him against his chest most nights, scratching his scalp, kissing him, rubbing his back, gentle and.. somewhat innocent gestures.
*”it’s okay baby boy… i’m here.. always will be…”*
Sam remembers those words like it happened yesterday, Dean spoke so softly to him and took such good care of him it was comforting, it was nice.
But Dean said that wasn’t enough. He needed Sam, NEEDED him. Wanted him to be ever so dependent on him, crawling back to him after anything happened. He got exactly what he wanted too.
(around 4 years ago when Sam was like 15-16 and Dean was 19-20)
Dean was watching the tv when Sam rushed into his room crying and whining like usual, Sam expected the same comfort he always received, he craved it so badly it hurt him.
“sammy? what’s wrong bud, what happened?” Dean spoke in that calm, soothing tone he always did, only with sam. He held sam close and nuzzled his nose into the boys hair, inhaling his scent, rubbing his back until—‘accidentally’— grabbing sam’s ass, sam gasped and pushed back slightly but…
“hey, hey, shhhh… come here baby boy let me.. let me help you, yeah? i can help you feel better and forget about it..” He paused for a second, looking directly into sam’s eyes as he grabbed his chin to force him to look up “You just… you need to trust me okay..?”
Sam blinked in confusion but eventually nodded, on cue Dean picked the boy up and dragged him to the bed, dropping sam onto the comfy sheets
“you trust me?” Dean asked softly, right inbetween sam’s legs, looking down at him with that disgustingly soft and .. gentle expression. “uhm.. yeah?.. what are you — going to do..?”
Dean shushed the boy and grinned, letting out a soft laugh—fuck that messed everything up for Sam, that laugh made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, made his heart jump, he was snapped out of his daze when his shirt was pushed up and his pants and boxers were practically ripped off his body, Sam could only gasp and freak out but was soon stopped when Dean pinned him down.
“sammy. just sit still this will help you i promise… have you ever tried doing this? or had someone else do it?” Dean whispered into Sam’s ear, dragging his hand up the boys thigh, then reaching for his soft cock, wrapping cold fingers against the length
“D-dean— no—i… i haven’t…” Sam whined, blood instantly rushing to his crotch and watching as his cock grew hard, and achy
“aw.. you poor thing.. well.. this will help you relax yeah? just trust me..” Dean whispered grossly into Sam’s ear, the older man’s hand starting to slowly pump sam’s cock, making Sam whine and try to push away, he just barely knew anything about jerking off or sex or whatever, so it wasn’t foreign to him, but wasn’t something he considered fully.
“is that good sammy? does that feel nice? hmm?” Dean huffed into sam’s ear, his pumps slowly getting rougher and faster as Sam’s cock hardened fully in his grasp
Sam had never thought about something like this, but the pleasure started to overwhelm him and take over that sad, and guilty mindset he had just seconds ago, forced into submission, forced into whining like a puppy and bucking his hips for more friction.
A particular twist in Deans wrist as he stroked up Sam’s cock, rubbing his throbbing tip gently made Sam jolt, hips bucking up into Deans touch, a pathetic little whimper escaping his slightly parted lips, head thrown back in frustration.
“Dean—De… ah~..” Sam exhaled, squirming and whining at the foreign touch, his body was betraying him horribly in this situation, making him thrust up into Deans hand, making his cock twitch and nuzzle against his big brother hand, desperate for more of that sweet pleasure.
“shh.. it’s okay sammy… you’ve forgotten about what was troubling you a bit ago haven’t you? i’m distracting you.. helping my baby boy feel better..”
He said it almost like a predator would, like Sam was his dinner for later, it was disturbing, disgusting… but disgustingly .. good? it felt good, it didn’t make him feel too guilty since it was his brother it just… felt good.
Sam started to wriggle and squirm when a sudden heat filled his lower abdomen, a strong coil indicating something, Dean knew what was happening and his pace only quickened with it—desperate to make his brother cum all over himself.
“mhh come on sammy.. you’re so close to cumming aren’t you?” Dean growled, his breath was hot, and heavy against Sam’s ear, it was intoxicating to him, he loved the power control, he loved the dominance Dean had over him. fucking pathetic.