SPN fic: Forgive Us, Preacher
Title: Forgive Us, Preacher
Author: D. (namegoeshere)
Rating: R.
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Ficlet.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Warnings: Sam is fifteen.
Wordcount: 324
Summary: They're equal in this, the two of them. Brothers.
A/N: This was origianally part of a five things fic of "five times Sam and Dean didn't get caught." The implication here is that this didn't actually happen, but... In any case, this has been sitting on my hard drive for a couple months, and I finally realised that you know, I'm never going to write the other four times they didn't get caught, and this piece isn't doing anybody any good as it sits around collecting dust.
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"It's my fault," Dean says. "It's not Sam."
Jim looks at them, at Dean fumbling his fly closed, erection pronounced beneath the worn blue denim of his torn-up jeans. His younger brother is still licking his lips, and both their faces are red, bright tomato, cherry red. Dean is stuttering excuses and apologies, begging, "Please, please don't tell our Dad," and "it's not Sammy's fault, it's mine. I asked for it, it's not him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He's nineteen years old and just got caught with his fifteen-year-old brother sucking on his dick.
"How long has this been going on?" is the only thing Jim can think to ask them, and they both look at each other and then down. He expects a lie, expects one of them to say that it just happened, just now, that it was a mistake and it'll never happen again.
It's Dean who whispers, "I don't know. Six months or somethin'." His voice is muffled, and he talks to the ground, won't meet the pastor's eyes. There's a moment of silence and then he looks up, and his eyes are earnest, completely honest, "It wasn't Sam's fault. It was me. I started it."
"No you didn't."
"Shut up, Sammy."
"It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I wanted it. He only did it 'cause I wanted him to."
And that's exactly when Jim realises how fucked up this is, because each of them wants to take responsibility on themselves, protect the other, because they're equal in this, the two of them. Brothers.
"Shut up, Sam," Dean says again. "Shut up. It was my fault, I shouldn't have--"
"Quiet, both of you," Jim snaps, looking away. Because he has no idea what he's supposed to do now. When he looks back at them, Dean's got Sammy's hand clasped in his, head bowed, waiting for Jim to say something.
He doesn't know what he's going to do.
Author: D. (namegoeshere)
Rating: R.
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Ficlet.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Warnings: Sam is fifteen.
Wordcount: 324
Summary: They're equal in this, the two of them. Brothers.
A/N: This was origianally part of a five things fic of "five times Sam and Dean didn't get caught." The implication here is that this didn't actually happen, but... In any case, this has been sitting on my hard drive for a couple months, and I finally realised that you know, I'm never going to write the other four times they didn't get caught, and this piece isn't doing anybody any good as it sits around collecting dust.
†
"It's my fault," Dean says. "It's not Sam."
Jim looks at them, at Dean fumbling his fly closed, erection pronounced beneath the worn blue denim of his torn-up jeans. His younger brother is still licking his lips, and both their faces are red, bright tomato, cherry red. Dean is stuttering excuses and apologies, begging, "Please, please don't tell our Dad," and "it's not Sammy's fault, it's mine. I asked for it, it's not him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He's nineteen years old and just got caught with his fifteen-year-old brother sucking on his dick.
"How long has this been going on?" is the only thing Jim can think to ask them, and they both look at each other and then down. He expects a lie, expects one of them to say that it just happened, just now, that it was a mistake and it'll never happen again.
It's Dean who whispers, "I don't know. Six months or somethin'." His voice is muffled, and he talks to the ground, won't meet the pastor's eyes. There's a moment of silence and then he looks up, and his eyes are earnest, completely honest, "It wasn't Sam's fault. It was me. I started it."
"No you didn't."
"Shut up, Sammy."
"It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I wanted it. He only did it 'cause I wanted him to."
And that's exactly when Jim realises how fucked up this is, because each of them wants to take responsibility on themselves, protect the other, because they're equal in this, the two of them. Brothers.
"Shut up, Sam," Dean says again. "Shut up. It was my fault, I shouldn't have--"
"Quiet, both of you," Jim snaps, looking away. Because he has no idea what he's supposed to do now. When he looks back at them, Dean's got Sammy's hand clasped in his, head bowed, waiting for Jim to say something.
He doesn't know what he's going to do.