Through the Walls - Wincest
Title: Through the Walls
Author: acquiescence_
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,196
Summary: There isn't much to do in small Texas towns, unfortunately for Sam.
Notes: This is written for lavillanueva and spn_j2_xmas.
They were in Texas, some little shit town hardly big enough to be called a town at all. They’d only been there a few weeks, moving into a little house on the edge of town. They were going to be there for a few months, at least 6 Sam hoped. He wanted to be able to finish out the school year here. There wasn’t much of the year left and he hoped he could convince his dad to stay even after they finished the jobs in the area.
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d stayed in once place for that long - but it didn’t happen very often.
There were just a few more months left in the school year, and he’d be finished. Dean had dropped out, decided it was too much of as hassle changing schools so often, but Sam … he’d wanted to finish. It would be one concrete thing he could say he’d done with his life. He couldn’t tell people about what else they did, couldn’t brag about his skills with a shot gun or how many monsters he’d killed - how many people he’d helped save. But graduating, finishing high school - that was something he could tell anyone.
It wasn’t much, it was hardly anything actually. But it was something that would be his. Something Dean hadn’t handed down to him, but something he’d done on his own. And he was so close now. It was so damn hard when they moved all the time, to keep track of his records and things - and he didn’t want to have to deal with that again.
Just a few more months and then they could move as often as they wanted. Sam wouldn’t have to hear griping from his dad or Dean after that - but this was one thing he wanted, something for him in a life where everything was for others.
Dean got a job the second day they were there - just like always. Dad was running jobs without them, and Dean needed something to do to keep himself busy. And as usual there was an auto shop in need of another hand. Sam had to wonder sometimes how Dean was able to do that so easily no matter what town they ended up in. There was always some shop that needed help, and Dean always got the job, even when the shop didn’t need the help.
While he struggled to make friends and fit in at the new school - especially when they were in a small town like this, where everyone has known each other since they were in diapers and then along came Sam, too tall and wiry not to be noticed, trying to fit in to their classes. It never worked out well.
So he’d keep his head down, going to class doing the work, he’d stopped really trying for friends and things after middle school - it was too much of a hassle especially when they were constantly moving. Why make friends just to leave them again in a month’s time? But he did the work, and soon he could be done with it and he could be the good little soldier just the way his father wanted him to be.
At least with school Sam had something to keep himself busy. There was homework, and studying, and hell he could even get all into school spirit and shit and go to football games if he really wanted - though he really didn’t want. But it was something, it was more than sitting around at night waiting for dad to get back from whatever job he was working - better than the crap that was on tv - and better than sitting at home alone while Dean went out at night.
Dean had always been like that though, so it wasn’t anything new for Sam. At least he wasn’t bringing anyone home yet. They’d only been in town for a few weeks after all. He knew Dean well enough that he’d wait at least a month before bringing anyone home. Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t getting blowjobs in the backseat of the truck, or making out like he was still some sort of horny teenager. Though Sam suspected Dean would always been a bit like a horny teenager, no matter how old he got.
He was working on math problems when the door slammed open two bodies tumbling inside, there was a short burst of laughter and the sound of his brother shushing whoever it was he’d brought home. He’d only waited three weeks this time. Thankfully Sam was in his room, he didn’t have to see who ever it was Dean had brought home - he hoped it wasn’t someone he went to school with.
“Want a beer?” He could hear his brother through the thin walls of their little shitty house, that was Dean always smooth for the ladies.
Another bout of laughter. God it was going to be a long night.
Thankfully he managed to save a walkman from being turned into an EMF reader and so he put in a cassette and turned up the volume as he tried to work out the problems on the page in front of him. Eventually Sam was able to convince himself that the steady banging just over his head is actually part of the music and not the sound of a bed frame hitting the wall.
Things did not improve over the next few weeks. Sam had listened to the same cassette so many times he not only knew all the words he felt pretty confident he’d be able to pick up the guitar solos pretty easily - if of course he actually played the guitar.
He did pretty well that first night, that first week even. Sam thought he should have been given a medal for just how well he had dealt with having to listen to the sounds of his brother fucking some new girl every night - and where the fuck did he keep finding new girls in a town this size? There couldn’t possibly be that many of them. Though Sam had always suspected Dean would be able to find girls at a monastery.
It was when days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months that Sam started having trouble. Instead of getting easier to ignore it got more difficult, no matter how hard he concentrated on his homework he couldn’t drown out the moans, the creaky squeaks of Dean’s bed as it rocked against the wall. Instead Sam started getting to know the sounds better, his brother made different sounds depending on what they were doing - at least it seemed that way (the vocal cues did help some too).
In what could only be described as an act of desperation Sam threw himself head first into school life, he volunteered for bake sales and went to football games (yes dealing with the way Dean made fun of him for baking cookies for the bake sale was worth having an excuse to get out of the house when he brought yet another girl over). He stayed late for tutoring he didn’t need and study sessions where he didn’t participate.
The only problem with school activities is that they don’t last all night. And eventually Sam had to come home - their dad may have been out on a job but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t know, or that Dean wouldn’t give him shit about it later either. And every god damn time - Sam was starting to forget what it was like to sleep without the sounds of sex in the room next door.
“Fuck yeah.” Came the gasp through the wall, pinched off and tight. Dean was close - after two months of listening to his brother Sam knew all the right sounds. “Just like that.”
Sam stopped trying not to block the sounds out - it was too much work, and he only had one cassette and if he had to listen to ACDC one more time he was going to have to drill a hole through his head to ever get the songs out.
Some nights it was easier to block out the sounds of fucking coming from the room next door - hell some nights he managed to get a full 8 hours of sleep. Most nights though. Most nights he was up half the night debating on whether or not he should jerk himself off to get some sleep or if he really going manage to make it through the day with no sleep. Some days he did make it - others the drone of his teacher’s voice put him out within five minutes.
He’d been running on about 6 hours of sleep for the last 2 days. He wasn’t going to make it in school tomorrow and if he fell asleep in calculus again his teacher was going to flunk him on principle. It wasn’t like there was anything he could do.
He could stay awake, hard and aching for the rest of the night or he could just slip boxers down and wrap his hand around his dick. The choice wasn’t a difficult one.
He tried to block out the sounds coming from the room next door while he jerked himself off - tried to block it out to think about Mary-Anne from his Chemistry class, think of the way her shirts pulled tight across her chest the way her skirt pulled up when she sat, it almost worked. And then Dean would groan, he’d moan as whatever girl he’d brought home that night did something amazing with her tongue or put her legs behind her head or showed him some tattoo she had - hell Sam had no idea what those girls were doing over there to make Dean moan like that, but fuck if it didn’t make it impossible for him to keep picturing Mary-Anne.
Instead it was Dean, laying alongside him, hard long lines. That cocky smirk that Sam new so well on his face, stretched out beside him. “You like that, Sammy?” Sam could only groan, and pump his fist faster. “Just like that.” Dean urged him, he could almost feel the steady weight of his brother on the bed beside him, the warmth of his body beside him, the heat of his breath against his neck.
“Squeeze harder,” Sam twisted his wrist as he complied, his own resulting groan echoing the one he heard through the wall. All thoughts of Mary-Anne had completely disappeared from his mind, instead there was only Dean. Sam knew well enough after months of listening what Dean was doing, what the girl was doing to his brother - and instead he imagined himself there with Dean touching him instead of her.
Dean groaned and Sam imagined it was because he’d been watching him. “Like this,” He gasped. “Slide your thumb over the head.” His voice was tight, not like the tone Dean normally used when they talked, it wasn’t teasing or sarcastic, it was good, rough and hungry.
And then Dean groaned again, that one that Sam recognized, he was right there on the edge, and fuck if that thought wasn’t enough to have him coming in a rush.
Sam lay there in his bed for several long moments, until his breathing settled and his heart stopped racing and only then, and with the sound of the bed next door still squeaking he suddenly realized what it was that had him coming harder than anything he could remember in recent months.
“Fuck.”
He pulled his pillow over his face and groaned, he was in so deep now. Before he could have blamed all of this on being a teenager, but he was pretty sure when you started thinking about your brother you went well past what it was teenagers did.
Sam laid in bed until the house was filled with silence, blessed silence - and instead of closing his eyes and getting the sleep he rightly needed he pulled himself up out of bed and went into the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, avoiding his eyes in the mirror.
It was on the way back to his bedroom that Sam ran into Dean.
“Watch out there, Sammy.” Dean smirked, catching his younger brother with a hand on his shoulder.
Sam’s eyes went wide but he kept his mouth shut.
“You alright there kid?”
“Yeah fine.” Sam mumbled trying to side-step his brother and go so he could go die in his room.
Dean let Sam start to pass him, but stopped him with a hand pressed against his chest. “I thought maybe tomorrow night you and I could do something.” Dean started, giving Sam what could only be a knowing grin.
Sam opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t seem to find the words.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Sammy.” Dean grinned and ruffled Sam’s hair. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it. You look like you haven’t slept in days.” And with that he shoved Sam down the hall in the direction of his bedroom.
Author: acquiescence_
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,196
Summary: There isn't much to do in small Texas towns, unfortunately for Sam.
Notes: This is written for lavillanueva and spn_j2_xmas.
They were in Texas, some little shit town hardly big enough to be called a town at all. They’d only been there a few weeks, moving into a little house on the edge of town. They were going to be there for a few months, at least 6 Sam hoped. He wanted to be able to finish out the school year here. There wasn’t much of the year left and he hoped he could convince his dad to stay even after they finished the jobs in the area.
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d stayed in once place for that long - but it didn’t happen very often.
There were just a few more months left in the school year, and he’d be finished. Dean had dropped out, decided it was too much of as hassle changing schools so often, but Sam … he’d wanted to finish. It would be one concrete thing he could say he’d done with his life. He couldn’t tell people about what else they did, couldn’t brag about his skills with a shot gun or how many monsters he’d killed - how many people he’d helped save. But graduating, finishing high school - that was something he could tell anyone.
It wasn’t much, it was hardly anything actually. But it was something that would be his. Something Dean hadn’t handed down to him, but something he’d done on his own. And he was so close now. It was so damn hard when they moved all the time, to keep track of his records and things - and he didn’t want to have to deal with that again.
Just a few more months and then they could move as often as they wanted. Sam wouldn’t have to hear griping from his dad or Dean after that - but this was one thing he wanted, something for him in a life where everything was for others.
Dean got a job the second day they were there - just like always. Dad was running jobs without them, and Dean needed something to do to keep himself busy. And as usual there was an auto shop in need of another hand. Sam had to wonder sometimes how Dean was able to do that so easily no matter what town they ended up in. There was always some shop that needed help, and Dean always got the job, even when the shop didn’t need the help.
While he struggled to make friends and fit in at the new school - especially when they were in a small town like this, where everyone has known each other since they were in diapers and then along came Sam, too tall and wiry not to be noticed, trying to fit in to their classes. It never worked out well.
So he’d keep his head down, going to class doing the work, he’d stopped really trying for friends and things after middle school - it was too much of a hassle especially when they were constantly moving. Why make friends just to leave them again in a month’s time? But he did the work, and soon he could be done with it and he could be the good little soldier just the way his father wanted him to be.
At least with school Sam had something to keep himself busy. There was homework, and studying, and hell he could even get all into school spirit and shit and go to football games if he really wanted - though he really didn’t want. But it was something, it was more than sitting around at night waiting for dad to get back from whatever job he was working - better than the crap that was on tv - and better than sitting at home alone while Dean went out at night.
Dean had always been like that though, so it wasn’t anything new for Sam. At least he wasn’t bringing anyone home yet. They’d only been in town for a few weeks after all. He knew Dean well enough that he’d wait at least a month before bringing anyone home. Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t getting blowjobs in the backseat of the truck, or making out like he was still some sort of horny teenager. Though Sam suspected Dean would always been a bit like a horny teenager, no matter how old he got.
He was working on math problems when the door slammed open two bodies tumbling inside, there was a short burst of laughter and the sound of his brother shushing whoever it was he’d brought home. He’d only waited three weeks this time. Thankfully Sam was in his room, he didn’t have to see who ever it was Dean had brought home - he hoped it wasn’t someone he went to school with.
“Want a beer?” He could hear his brother through the thin walls of their little shitty house, that was Dean always smooth for the ladies.
Another bout of laughter. God it was going to be a long night.
Thankfully he managed to save a walkman from being turned into an EMF reader and so he put in a cassette and turned up the volume as he tried to work out the problems on the page in front of him. Eventually Sam was able to convince himself that the steady banging just over his head is actually part of the music and not the sound of a bed frame hitting the wall.
Things did not improve over the next few weeks. Sam had listened to the same cassette so many times he not only knew all the words he felt pretty confident he’d be able to pick up the guitar solos pretty easily - if of course he actually played the guitar.
He did pretty well that first night, that first week even. Sam thought he should have been given a medal for just how well he had dealt with having to listen to the sounds of his brother fucking some new girl every night - and where the fuck did he keep finding new girls in a town this size? There couldn’t possibly be that many of them. Though Sam had always suspected Dean would be able to find girls at a monastery.
It was when days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months that Sam started having trouble. Instead of getting easier to ignore it got more difficult, no matter how hard he concentrated on his homework he couldn’t drown out the moans, the creaky squeaks of Dean’s bed as it rocked against the wall. Instead Sam started getting to know the sounds better, his brother made different sounds depending on what they were doing - at least it seemed that way (the vocal cues did help some too).
In what could only be described as an act of desperation Sam threw himself head first into school life, he volunteered for bake sales and went to football games (yes dealing with the way Dean made fun of him for baking cookies for the bake sale was worth having an excuse to get out of the house when he brought yet another girl over). He stayed late for tutoring he didn’t need and study sessions where he didn’t participate.
The only problem with school activities is that they don’t last all night. And eventually Sam had to come home - their dad may have been out on a job but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t know, or that Dean wouldn’t give him shit about it later either. And every god damn time - Sam was starting to forget what it was like to sleep without the sounds of sex in the room next door.
“Fuck yeah.” Came the gasp through the wall, pinched off and tight. Dean was close - after two months of listening to his brother Sam knew all the right sounds. “Just like that.”
Sam stopped trying not to block the sounds out - it was too much work, and he only had one cassette and if he had to listen to ACDC one more time he was going to have to drill a hole through his head to ever get the songs out.
Some nights it was easier to block out the sounds of fucking coming from the room next door - hell some nights he managed to get a full 8 hours of sleep. Most nights though. Most nights he was up half the night debating on whether or not he should jerk himself off to get some sleep or if he really going manage to make it through the day with no sleep. Some days he did make it - others the drone of his teacher’s voice put him out within five minutes.
He’d been running on about 6 hours of sleep for the last 2 days. He wasn’t going to make it in school tomorrow and if he fell asleep in calculus again his teacher was going to flunk him on principle. It wasn’t like there was anything he could do.
He could stay awake, hard and aching for the rest of the night or he could just slip boxers down and wrap his hand around his dick. The choice wasn’t a difficult one.
He tried to block out the sounds coming from the room next door while he jerked himself off - tried to block it out to think about Mary-Anne from his Chemistry class, think of the way her shirts pulled tight across her chest the way her skirt pulled up when she sat, it almost worked. And then Dean would groan, he’d moan as whatever girl he’d brought home that night did something amazing with her tongue or put her legs behind her head or showed him some tattoo she had - hell Sam had no idea what those girls were doing over there to make Dean moan like that, but fuck if it didn’t make it impossible for him to keep picturing Mary-Anne.
Instead it was Dean, laying alongside him, hard long lines. That cocky smirk that Sam new so well on his face, stretched out beside him. “You like that, Sammy?” Sam could only groan, and pump his fist faster. “Just like that.” Dean urged him, he could almost feel the steady weight of his brother on the bed beside him, the warmth of his body beside him, the heat of his breath against his neck.
“Squeeze harder,” Sam twisted his wrist as he complied, his own resulting groan echoing the one he heard through the wall. All thoughts of Mary-Anne had completely disappeared from his mind, instead there was only Dean. Sam knew well enough after months of listening what Dean was doing, what the girl was doing to his brother - and instead he imagined himself there with Dean touching him instead of her.
Dean groaned and Sam imagined it was because he’d been watching him. “Like this,” He gasped. “Slide your thumb over the head.” His voice was tight, not like the tone Dean normally used when they talked, it wasn’t teasing or sarcastic, it was good, rough and hungry.
And then Dean groaned again, that one that Sam recognized, he was right there on the edge, and fuck if that thought wasn’t enough to have him coming in a rush.
Sam lay there in his bed for several long moments, until his breathing settled and his heart stopped racing and only then, and with the sound of the bed next door still squeaking he suddenly realized what it was that had him coming harder than anything he could remember in recent months.
“Fuck.”
He pulled his pillow over his face and groaned, he was in so deep now. Before he could have blamed all of this on being a teenager, but he was pretty sure when you started thinking about your brother you went well past what it was teenagers did.
Sam laid in bed until the house was filled with silence, blessed silence - and instead of closing his eyes and getting the sleep he rightly needed he pulled himself up out of bed and went into the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, avoiding his eyes in the mirror.
It was on the way back to his bedroom that Sam ran into Dean.
“Watch out there, Sammy.” Dean smirked, catching his younger brother with a hand on his shoulder.
Sam’s eyes went wide but he kept his mouth shut.
“You alright there kid?”
“Yeah fine.” Sam mumbled trying to side-step his brother and go so he could go die in his room.
Dean let Sam start to pass him, but stopped him with a hand pressed against his chest. “I thought maybe tomorrow night you and I could do something.” Dean started, giving Sam what could only be a knowing grin.
Sam opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t seem to find the words.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Sammy.” Dean grinned and ruffled Sam’s hair. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it. You look like you haven’t slept in days.” And with that he shoved Sam down the hall in the direction of his bedroom.