Broken Hearts and Healing Wounds
Title: Broken Hearts and Healing Wounds
Part 1
Author: rahram
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1,142
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This disclaimer should be disclaimed.
Warnings: Incest.
Notes: Awhile back I read a question about the brothers and how they never really deal with their love for one another, so the idea got buried in my mind and I've slowly (very slowly) been writing this.
Summary: After Sam has told Dean how he feels about him, he disappears, leaving Dean to come to terms about the love his brother harbors for him.
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 ||
The late July night air felt chilly on his exposed arms, but it was a welcome after dealing with the midday sun while training earlier. As much as he stressed to his older brother and father that he hated it, Sam really didn’t mind to train. It meant that he was most likely going to be in close proximity to Dean.
Sitting on the porch banister, Sam thinks back to his earlier training session five hours ago. Dad had called and told Dean that he had better not have been allowing Sam to skip training, and that if Dean didn’t train Sam, he would. So when Sam got back from his part-time job at eight, Dean was waiting for him. During hand to hand combat, Sam had let Dean tackle him one too many times, it was the only way he got to feel Dean pressed up on him, Dean had began cussing him, asking him if he really wanted the old man to train him. Sam had just stared at his older brother in disbelief; Dean had never gotten pissed at him while they were training, annoyed? Yes, but never fighting mad. Dean had sighed after that and took off. Sam suspected he was at a local bar, getting drunk and looking for something to fuck. So that left Sam, home alone, sitting on a banister and wondering if he should just tell Dean how he felt.
Sam heard the familiar rumble of the Impala and checking his watch found it to be a quarter till two. Sam watched the headlights turn off, heard the door opening, and in seconds saw his brother walking towards him. “Find any pussy?” Sam asked in a jealous tone, that he knew Dean would never pick up on.
Dean spared a glance to where he heard the voice before sighing, “Sam, get inside where it’s safe.” Sam hopped off the banister and pouted as he listened to his older brother and walked inside. He stood just inside the house they were renting and watched as Dean walked in, shut, and locked the door. He then pushed pass Sam, walked to the fridge where he grabbed a cold beer, before he went and fell onto the couch. Sam had followed him, and now stood in the doorway watching as his brother stretched out to grab the remote before he settled back down in the couch.
Sam took in the gazed look of his brothers eyes, before deciding now would be the best time to tell his brother. Walking cautious to his brother, Sam began to form the words, “Dean…”
“Sam I don’t want to hear it. Just go to bed or something.” Dean cut in before he could say anything.
With a growl Sam grabbed the open bottle of beer and threw it, hearing it collide with the wall and shatter. He then straddled his brother’s lap, pinning him to the couch before leaning down and pressing his lips to Dean. Dean froze, his mind working feverishly on what was happening. When he felt Sam’s tongue run the seam of his still closed lips, he realized what Sam intended to do, and moving his hands to his little brother’s chest, pushed as hard as he could. He watched as Sam fell back, head connecting with the coffee table. Stunned, he just continued to watch as Sam pressed a hand to the back of his head and stared up at him. “Dean…” he began again.
“Sam, just fucking go.” Dean said, finally able to speak again. Sam’s face fell; tears pooled in his eyes, as he stood up, and started to walk to the bedroom he shared with his brother. Dean fell back on the couch, promising himself to sort this thing out the next morning when he wasn’t so impaired from alcohol.
Dean awoke with the sun shining in his eyes, and a creak in his neck from sleeping on the couch. Quickly remembering why he slept on the couch, he gets up and goes to the bathroom before dealing with whatever the hell happened the previous night.
After relieving himself, he glances to the shower stall only to sigh. He wouldn’t be taking a shower; there was no way in hell he was going to walk into his bedroom only in a towel. Not after what happened. So instead, he washes his hands and heads for the bedroom.
Dean cracks the door open before saying Sam’s name. His younger brother is usually always up before him, so it worries him a bit when he doesn’t get a reply. He slowly opens the door wider and feels his heart drop when he sees Sam’s bed completely made. Sam has never made his bed until after he eats breakfast, this was not good. Dean walks in, scans the room, and not seeing his brother heads to the closet. Most of Sam’s clothes are missing, along with his duffel and stash of money.
Checking his pockets, Dean takes out his phone, and dials his brother’s number. Hearing a noise he turns around and forgets how to breathe. Laying on the night stand is his brothers ringing phone, waiting to be answered.
What feels like an eternity, the ringing stops, and Dean is once more able to breathe. He disconnects the call and instead calls his father. When the voice mail answers without ringing, Dean finds his voice, “Dad, Sam’s gone. I’m going out to find him. Call me back.” Dean rushes to the living room, pulls on his shoes, and races to his car.
Sam doesn’t look back at his brother, and doesn’t wipe the tears away that fall from his eyes. He just goes to his bedroom with no inclination of what to do. He finds himself sitting at his desk, staring at his brother’s bed and finally decides what has to be done. Dean knows how he feels, and he doesn’t feel the same. Sam makes up his mind that the best thing will be not to stick around. He doesn’t want his brother to feel awkward around him, and the only thing there is to do, is to make sure he’s not around.
He picks up his duffel and begins stuffing clothes in it, before he reaches for the shelf and takes out the money he had been saving. It wasn’t that Sam had thought about leaving, the fact was he could never see himself without his brother, but the cash was nice to have tonight. He wouldn’t get far with walking, but a bus ticket sounded good. So he stuffs most of the money into his duffel, only keeping a fifty out, and walks back to the living room. Tears once again fall, as he stares at his sleeping brother for possibly the last time, he then walks to the door and quietly disappears.
Part 1
Author: rahram
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1,142
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This disclaimer should be disclaimed.
Warnings: Incest.
Notes: Awhile back I read a question about the brothers and how they never really deal with their love for one another, so the idea got buried in my mind and I've slowly (very slowly) been writing this.
Summary: After Sam has told Dean how he feels about him, he disappears, leaving Dean to come to terms about the love his brother harbors for him.
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 ||
The late July night air felt chilly on his exposed arms, but it was a welcome after dealing with the midday sun while training earlier. As much as he stressed to his older brother and father that he hated it, Sam really didn’t mind to train. It meant that he was most likely going to be in close proximity to Dean.
Sitting on the porch banister, Sam thinks back to his earlier training session five hours ago. Dad had called and told Dean that he had better not have been allowing Sam to skip training, and that if Dean didn’t train Sam, he would. So when Sam got back from his part-time job at eight, Dean was waiting for him. During hand to hand combat, Sam had let Dean tackle him one too many times, it was the only way he got to feel Dean pressed up on him, Dean had began cussing him, asking him if he really wanted the old man to train him. Sam had just stared at his older brother in disbelief; Dean had never gotten pissed at him while they were training, annoyed? Yes, but never fighting mad. Dean had sighed after that and took off. Sam suspected he was at a local bar, getting drunk and looking for something to fuck. So that left Sam, home alone, sitting on a banister and wondering if he should just tell Dean how he felt.
Sam heard the familiar rumble of the Impala and checking his watch found it to be a quarter till two. Sam watched the headlights turn off, heard the door opening, and in seconds saw his brother walking towards him. “Find any pussy?” Sam asked in a jealous tone, that he knew Dean would never pick up on.
Dean spared a glance to where he heard the voice before sighing, “Sam, get inside where it’s safe.” Sam hopped off the banister and pouted as he listened to his older brother and walked inside. He stood just inside the house they were renting and watched as Dean walked in, shut, and locked the door. He then pushed pass Sam, walked to the fridge where he grabbed a cold beer, before he went and fell onto the couch. Sam had followed him, and now stood in the doorway watching as his brother stretched out to grab the remote before he settled back down in the couch.
Sam took in the gazed look of his brothers eyes, before deciding now would be the best time to tell his brother. Walking cautious to his brother, Sam began to form the words, “Dean…”
“Sam I don’t want to hear it. Just go to bed or something.” Dean cut in before he could say anything.
With a growl Sam grabbed the open bottle of beer and threw it, hearing it collide with the wall and shatter. He then straddled his brother’s lap, pinning him to the couch before leaning down and pressing his lips to Dean. Dean froze, his mind working feverishly on what was happening. When he felt Sam’s tongue run the seam of his still closed lips, he realized what Sam intended to do, and moving his hands to his little brother’s chest, pushed as hard as he could. He watched as Sam fell back, head connecting with the coffee table. Stunned, he just continued to watch as Sam pressed a hand to the back of his head and stared up at him. “Dean…” he began again.
“Sam, just fucking go.” Dean said, finally able to speak again. Sam’s face fell; tears pooled in his eyes, as he stood up, and started to walk to the bedroom he shared with his brother. Dean fell back on the couch, promising himself to sort this thing out the next morning when he wasn’t so impaired from alcohol.
Dean awoke with the sun shining in his eyes, and a creak in his neck from sleeping on the couch. Quickly remembering why he slept on the couch, he gets up and goes to the bathroom before dealing with whatever the hell happened the previous night.
After relieving himself, he glances to the shower stall only to sigh. He wouldn’t be taking a shower; there was no way in hell he was going to walk into his bedroom only in a towel. Not after what happened. So instead, he washes his hands and heads for the bedroom.
Dean cracks the door open before saying Sam’s name. His younger brother is usually always up before him, so it worries him a bit when he doesn’t get a reply. He slowly opens the door wider and feels his heart drop when he sees Sam’s bed completely made. Sam has never made his bed until after he eats breakfast, this was not good. Dean walks in, scans the room, and not seeing his brother heads to the closet. Most of Sam’s clothes are missing, along with his duffel and stash of money.
Checking his pockets, Dean takes out his phone, and dials his brother’s number. Hearing a noise he turns around and forgets how to breathe. Laying on the night stand is his brothers ringing phone, waiting to be answered.
What feels like an eternity, the ringing stops, and Dean is once more able to breathe. He disconnects the call and instead calls his father. When the voice mail answers without ringing, Dean finds his voice, “Dad, Sam’s gone. I’m going out to find him. Call me back.” Dean rushes to the living room, pulls on his shoes, and races to his car.
Sam doesn’t look back at his brother, and doesn’t wipe the tears away that fall from his eyes. He just goes to his bedroom with no inclination of what to do. He finds himself sitting at his desk, staring at his brother’s bed and finally decides what has to be done. Dean knows how he feels, and he doesn’t feel the same. Sam makes up his mind that the best thing will be not to stick around. He doesn’t want his brother to feel awkward around him, and the only thing there is to do, is to make sure he’s not around.
He picks up his duffel and begins stuffing clothes in it, before he reaches for the shelf and takes out the money he had been saving. It wasn’t that Sam had thought about leaving, the fact was he could never see himself without his brother, but the cash was nice to have tonight. He wouldn’t get far with walking, but a bus ticket sounded good. So he stuffs most of the money into his duffel, only keeping a fifty out, and walks back to the living room. Tears once again fall, as he stares at his sleeping brother for possibly the last time, he then walks to the door and quietly disappears.