How bout a pretends-to-be-dating fic? It's pretty self explanatory but just a little fic where they're only pretending at first but then they fall in love.
A new state, a new crappy house, a new school. Its a chance to start over and Sam is relieved.
“Ready for a new school, Sam?” Dean smiles bright, green eyes watching him.
Dean’s gotten more muscular, his chest so strong and shoulders broad. Sam wishes he would fill out like that.
All he’s got is floppy brown hair and ever changing eyes. He barely passes Dean’s waist.
“I guess, Dean,” Sam mumbles as they stand in front of the school. Dean’s arm slung prospectively around him as he leads him up the steps.
He already sees the way the girls eye his brother, hungry eyes and the licking of lips is familiar.
“Look, if you need anything you know I’m around, Sammy,” Dean smiles.
A couple girls behind them ‘aww’ and Dean winks back at them. They giggle and walk up ahead and Sam watches them.
“They are so cute together,” one of the girls say.
“I know, gosh, the older boy is so brave. He doesn’t even care that the guys here will kick his ass if they find out he’s gay. The boy is so gorgeous too,” a blonde girl says
“I kinda feel bad for the smaller one. Look how tiny he is compared to his boyfriend,” a dark haired girl smirks, looking back at him. The girls look back and smile at Sam too.
“Wonder how he takes it, the older boy is huge. Can’t be easy when–”
“Oh my gosh, Jane! Shut up, he’s right there,” the blonde girl gasps.
Sam blushes at Jane’s words. He knows just what she’s talking about and she smiles wickedly at him.
“Yeah, you’re right. Besides, bet he takes his big boy just fine,” Jane smirks and Sam chokes on his own spit.
The girls take a right into a classroom. Dean pats him on the back hard.
“You alright?” Dean asks.
“Yeah, I just–let’s go,” Sam huffs.
“My class is right here, baby boy,” Dean smiles, stopping at the same class the girls did.
A couple of boys look at Dean weirdly as they walk in but as Sam looks up, he’s watching the blonde girl. Sam just nudges at Dean before walking down the hall.
Throughout class Sam thinks about those girls. He thinks about Jane. She was pretty with a dirty smirk. He can’t imagine what they were talking about, he’s only kissed one girl and it wasn’t all that great. How could they think that he and Dean–God.
“Hey,” its a kid with black and glasses. His energy screams ‘nerd’.
“Uh, hi,” Sam answers as he pushes through the crowd to get to lunch. To get to Dean.
The boy follows him through the crowd but its like the people are never ending.
“There’s something wrong,” the boys says over the noise.
“Why do you–” Sam is interrupted by the sound of Deans voice.
“Come on then, bitch!” Dean growls.
Sam pushes through the last line of people, breaking into the formed circle.
Dean stands there, bloodied and righteous. His green eyes are wild and his knuckles split open.
There are four boys on the floor and Sam can’t help but be amazed. He steps over to Dean, tugging at his leather jacket.
“Look, its his little faggot boyfriend,” a boy in the crowd says.
Dean just drags Sam out the lunch room and into a boys bathroom. Sam doesn’t say much, just helps clean the blood from Deans nose and off his knuckles.
“Sam?” Dean sighs.
Dean turns to look at him with all the seriousness and walks into Sam’s personal space.
“As far as everyone out there is concerned, you’re mine, baby boy,” Dean says.
Sam just nods quickly up at his brother. Deans eyes glint in the dull bulb light.
A week later, when the Impala drives off from where it drops them off, Dean’s arm slips from his shoulder to his waist, tight and possessive. It makes Sam blush hard and put his small arm around Deans waist, too, as they walk up to the school.
Sam sees Jane, her smirk knowing and her eyes bright. Sam just keeps walking as people watch.
As they walk down the hall he feels big, can feel the jealousy off the girls in waves and the anger of boys. He knows they won’t touch him, not in front of Dean.
When he’s about to stop at Deans first period class, Dean tugs him along, all the way down to the end where Sam’s class is located. The way Dean pushes him against the wall beside the class is scandalous. The girls squeak and walk past while the boys stare in awe.
“See you later?” Dean breathes against his lips.
“Dean, you-we–” he gets cut off when Dean presses those sinful lips to his, steals his innocent from his lungs, his soul. Sam whimpers and presses up against his brother and its so wrong. No one knows they’re brothers, but they do and they’re eating each others faces in the hallway.
“Excuse me,” Sam’s teacher clears her throat and Dean separates from him.
Sam is left gasping for air and clinging to Deans jacket.
“Sorry, ma'am,” Dean smiles, boyish charm. Even his teacher sees it, Sam can see it in her face.
Dean kisses him softly once more before swaggering off down the empty hall. Sam smiles sheepishly and steps into the classroom. Sam feels good. He’s the girl’s god for dating a hot senior and the boys damnation for tainting what could have been their idol. He’s welcomed in with girls, but the boys are plotting.
He doesn’t care, his boyfriend is still hot.
Another week later, he sits out on the field alone, the bleachers cold under his ass. He figures Dean is off with a girl who hasn’t heard Dean is “gay”. Maybe Dean made it clear he was bisexual.
Sam waits and takes out his English homework, figures Dean will come up and call him a nerd or something when he finds him.
But the first person to block the path of the sun on his paper is a boy named Blake. Three other boys stand behind him.
“So, you’ve got a boyfriend, huh, Winchester?” Blake taunts. His friends laugh too.
“Well, we’re going to beat you straight,” Blake hisses, cracking his knuckles.
Sam just closes his book and stands.
Sam just happens to whoops their asses. Sam just happens to break Blake’s teeth in when he thinks of Dean and the way he kissed Sam dirty and deep as he fingered him open last night. Sam just happens to smile at the way Dean looks at him when he’s got busted knuckles from defending himself, just happens to love the way Dean kisses him as they walk away.
Sam just happens to love his brother too much.
That night, Dad leaves out to drink. He won’t be back till real late and its only ten.
“We got a couple hours, sweetie,” Dean breathes in his ear as fucks Sam slowly.
Dean doesn’t know how they got to this in so little time. Doesn’t know when he began to get hard over the dimples in Sam’s cheeks or the blush he gets, or Sam’s pretty eyes.
Dean can only look at Sam as he speeds up and listens to Sam’s breath hitch beautifully and cry out as he creams himself on Deans cock.
Dean covers the rush of emotion he gets with a hard kiss to Sam’s lips, he doesn’t know he’s still telling Sam he’s in love with him.
Their last day there, a senior girl tells Dean he’s a sick fuck when she notices that he and Sam have the same last name.
“I was helping the office with attendance and it turns out you’re his brother!” The blonde and blue eyed girl hisses in his face.
“I’m a hero! I save lives!” He yells at her as she storms down the hall.
Her friends glare at him for a second till their eyes snap down beside him.
He looks down when he feels Sam’s arms curl around him, his baby boy sneering at the girls.
The girls don’t see the way the brothers look at one another in the middle of the crowded hall.
When the Impala is roaring down another highway at three a.m. and the boys are in the back, curled up with one another, Dean tells Sam he’s in love with him. Not with his mouth, but with his eyes.
Music blades out the speakers and their Dad sings with it.
Sam smiles, dimples deep. That’s how he tells Dean he feels the same.
I’m sorry anon, I was so busy today. I hope this is good.