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Bad Boys (9x07) November 19th, 2013

Look, I’m sure Dad would have been here if he could. If he’s alive.

Fictober Day 1

prompt: "That was good work"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Rating: General

Summary:

Sam's POV: Dean attending Sam's school play "Our Town" (as referenced by Dean in season 1 episode 16)

Dad’s not here.

Of course, Dad’s not here, Sam thought to himself as he peeked out from the curtain. 

Ever since he became a teenager and started developing his own interests, John had started giving him less and less attention. All of his parental attention was reserved for Sam’s more hunting-inclined older brother. 

It wasn’t like Sam was really vying for his father’s attention in the first place; after all, John had no interest in anything but the chase. ‘Finding the thing that killed Mom’ had been his life goal for as long as Sam could remember. There wasn’t really room for John to be a dad to kids who weren't his perfect little soldiers. Dean could play that role well, but Sam… Sam wanted to have a normal life. A life that John couldn’t give him. At 8 years old Dean had to be the one to teach him how to throw a baseball and at 11 Uncle Bobby had to be the one to teach him how to ride a bike. All John did was teach him how to load a pump action shotgun with rock salt. 

Sam was used to being dropped in a random motel in a random state to get through half a semester before being picked up to start over somewhere else. Six months was the longest he had ever been at one school. This new school in Colorado was nothing different. At least it wouldn’t be different if it wasn't his first semester alone, but Sam was starting his sophomore year without Dean. Ever since dropping out of high school to be a full-time hunter, Dean was hardly around anymore. 

With all this newfound free time Sam decided to look into after-school activities to keep his mind off of how alone he now felt. It also let him stay at school longer so he didn’t have to walk half a mile back to an empty motel room so soon. 

Drama club wouldn’t have been his first choice but the kids seemed nice and sometimes they would practice until 11 pm on Fridays so it was perfect for keeping busy. 

Sam had an unnatural talent for acting developed from the years of having to lie to everyone around him including his own father sometimes. This landed him the role of George Gibbs, the male lead of the fall play.

-----

“So how's school going,” came Dean’s voice from the other end of the phone one week prior.

“It’s fine I guess,” Sam said flatly.

“Oh, come on you gotta tell me all the high school drama now that I'm not there to witness it myself.” 

“I… wouldn’t know.”

“Don't tell me you’re spending all your time in the library again.”

“No... Dean look I gotta go–”

“No no no come on Sammy tell me how it's really going.”

Sam sighs. He knew Dean wouldn't understand his sudden desire to act but he opened up anyway. “I joined the drama club…”

There was a pause on the other end. “...I leave you alone for 2 months and you've already gone full-fledged geek.” Even though they were talking on a phone Dean could swear he could hear Sam’s eyerolls. “So are you playing Dorthy or are you more of a wicked witch kind of guy.” 

“I’ll have you know I got the MALE lead roll,” Sam protested.

“Wait for real,” Dean said dropping the mocking tone. 

His sincerity made Sam get self-conscious again. “Yeah… look just… dont tell dad ok?”

“Why not I'm sure he’d love to know how you're doing.”

“If he wants to know he can call me himself…”

Dean nods softly even though Sam can’t see it. “Well look, I gotta go for real now but... what day is the play?”

“It's next Friday,” Sam said with a sigh.

“Alright break a leg.”

-----

Sam looked out into the crowd again watching as other kids' parents filed in. He knew Dean well enough to know he would tell their dad despite his wishes but Sam didn’t expect John to actually do anything with the information. Despite that feeling, he couldn't stop himself from scanning the crowd every few minutes while they waited to start. Sure enough, there wasn’t a single familiar face anywhere to be seen.

When it was finally time to start Sam took his position and waited for his queue. Once the curtain finally rose he looked out and that's when he saw him. Not his Dad but one better. His older brother. Dean Rushed in clearly disheveled from not showering after a run-in with a monster. He was standing in the back and breathing heavily from running to get there in time but that didn’t stop him from waving at his little brother when they locked eyes. 

"That was good work you did out there,” Dean said affectionately while ruffling Sam’s hair at the end of the show. 

"Just you?" Sam asked. He didn't have to specify, Dean knew what he meant. Sam was wondering if Dad was coming or had any intentions of coming.

"Just me," Dean responded.

John gives Dean The Talk when Dean’s 14 and it consists of “no means no” and a box of condoms tossed his way as Dad’s on his way out the door, leaving Dean and Sam at a motel that’s paid up through the end of the month, cans of SpaghettiOs covering the dresser and a gallon of milk in the minifridge. Dean shoves the condoms into his duffle, next to an identical box, and doesn’t bother telling John he lost his virginity three towns back to a junior who was pissed at her boyfriend.

John tries to give Sam The Talk when Sam’s 15. He forgot the previous year, always tries not to look too closely at Sammy and he’s small for his age, and Sam cuts him off before he can get started. “Dean already covered it,” Sam says and John feels a sense of relief as he ruffles Sam’s hair. Sam can see it in his eyes and smiles wryly, doesn’t bother telling John he lost his virginity two years back to his brother in a sticky-hot motel with broken AC.

On the subject of Sam and Dean being weird about each other. Just sitting here thinking about taking their innate weirdness, lack of boundaries, closeness, and just cranking it up to eleven without making them attracted to each other at all, just the sort of gross inappropriate shit that siblings might do to each other under those circumstances...

Sam is fifteen, Dean is nineteen and they had to share a bed last night because it turned out that they didn’t have enough cash to get two rooms, a situation that John is going to remedy today even if it kills him. Sam wakes slowly with the iron claws of sleep still trying to drag him back down into unconsciousness. But there’s something wrong. He’s too warm and there is a heavy weight pressing him down all along one side. “Dean, get off me. It’s too hot.” But his brother doesn’t stir. Sam shifts his shoulders into Dean, trying to jostle him awake. “Get off me.” Dean growls sleepily and burrows deeper down, pressing his morning boner right into the side of Sam’s hip. Sam’s face scrunches up around his still closed eyes and he bucks his hips to the side, right into Dean’s dick. “Ow! What’re you doing?” Dean grumped. “Ugh, do something about that already, and get off!”  Dean, smirking, grinds forward into Sam and laughs, “What? Like this?” “No! Ugh. I’m trying to sleep. Go take care of it somewhere else.” Dean sits up, still laughing, “Eh, you’re no fun, Sammy. Fine. I got dibs on the shower then.” “Don’t use all the hot water.”  “No such luck, little brother, I’m gonna take the longest, hottest, nastiest shower ever. Not gonna stop ‘til the pump runs dry and I’m pruny all over.”  “Ugh, you’re such an asshole.” Sam mumbles as he gets comfortable again and tries to drift back off to sleep.  “Yeah, you know you love my asshole.” Dean says as he shuts the bathroom door. Meanwhile, John is laying in the other bed, silently staring at the ceiling contemplating murder-suicide.

So friggin' adorable! Those red cheeks and almost-crossed eyes in the last panel! *pinch* Another beautiful piece! 🥰

Be sure to check out the artist's other work. It's all amazing. 🙌🤩

AND THEN THEY KISS

Coloured it! :D

[based off the prompt “homework help” given on wincest wednesday]

Transcription for your reading pleasure:

Page 1

D: Sammyyy get your nose out of those nerd books and pay attention to meeeee

S: The longer you distract me, the longer i'll have to study, so either quiz me or shit up jerk

D: Fine, bitch Hand me those cards

Page 2

D: Alright! What is the balance between forward and reverse processes that occur simultaneously? (I don't remember learning this...)

S: (That's because you didnt finish high school) That's dynamic equilibrium

D: Correct! Great job, time for a reward :D

S: What? No, Dean, I can't take a break after ev- What are you doing?

D: Giving you your reward <3

my personal little headcanon for the “jerk” “bitch” thing is that when they were younger the boys got into a big argument over something silly, and Dean was fuming so he accidentally let “bitch” slip from his mouth, and Sam was so hurt and shocked he tried to think of the worst insult to fire back at Dean, but being so young the worst thing he could think of was “jerk” so he spit it at Dean like a curse word and Dean just couldn’t help but giggle bc his baby brother was so pure and clearly couldn’t have a mean bone in his body if he tried, and Dean giggling made Sam giggle too so then “bitch” and “jerk” just became this loving playful thing between the two of them ;.;

Dean loving Sam [insp] / [Sam version] 

bath time cuddles x

Dee smooches!!