Supernatural: All Our Desires [All Was Said!Verse Timestamp]
Title: All Our Desires
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: pre-Sam/Dean (weecesty, Sam is 15, nothing sexual actually happens)
Genre: Flangst!
Rating: PG for Mild Language
Word Count: 1,926
Author’s Note: Written for cacklesthewitch as a timestamp to the help_haiti story I wrote her And All Was Said. I wasn’t planning to write this, but I had such a clear picture of when that!Dean fell in Love with that!Sam and I didn’t think it fit into the story, but I didn’t want to let it go when it was such a cute damn day in my head. And then I thought, “It’s her birthday! Why not write her a bonus schmoop timestamp?” So! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR! This was beta’d by the flawless wutendeskind and the title was stolen from my dead husband, Victor Hugo.
Summary: The day Dean fell in Love with his little brother.
Sam had been lobbying for a day at the pool all summer.
Dad, of course, wouldn’t hear of it. Dean was supposed to ignore him, too. They were both strong swimmers, which meant they’d taken the skill as far as they needed to in order for it to make them more effective as hunters. Dad often forgot that fifteen year old kids also needed to have fun on occasion.
“All the normal kids go to the pool,” Sam would whine every morning.
“The normal kids don’t have me, though,” was always Dean’s reply and Sam would mumble that he’d rather have the pool and push his eggs around as if they were responsible for all of his problems.
Dean caved on July 27th. He thought he’d made a pretty strong showing, considering how much Sam had begged and how bad Dean generally was at saying no. Sam had stopped hoping by then. He just asked Dean what they were going to do on a given day and looked as pathetic as possible when the plans didn’t involve swimming.
Usually they went with Dad on his hunts over the summer, but for a week it had just been Sam and Dean, and Dean was running out of ways to entertain his little brother. So he figured, what the hell? It would make Sam happy. Dean always had a hard time talking himself out of making Sam happy.
“It’s hot as Hell out there and not nearly as fun,” Dean said as soon as Sam sat down to breakfast.
“Well, it is July, Einstein.” Sam stuck out his tongue.
“Eat your oatmeal, you little shit,” Dean answered, trying to act casual. He was excited to see Sam’s reaction, which was actually kind of pathetic.
“So I was thinking-”
“I call bullshit!” Sam looked proud of himself and Dean just rolled his eyes. It was going to be one of those days.
“You wanna stay here and make bitchy comments while I go swimming today, or do you wanna come with me?”
Sam dropped his spoon and his jaw on cue. “What? Are you serious?”
“I don’t see why not.”
Sam immediately fled the table to get ready and Dean knew it would be a lost cause to try to get him to sit down and finish eating, so he cleaned up and went to grab his trunks.
The town’s public pool was exactly what Dean had feared, but Sam smiled so wide it looked like it hurt and Dean could suck it up for one day, even if there were children running loose and all the chicks in bikinis were worn out moms and old ladies.
“Aren’t you too old for this?” Dean joked, finding a table in the shade and hoping that if he sat there quietly, he would be left in relative peace.
“You’re never too old for swimming, Dean,” Sam answered, in that voice he had that made it clear that everybody knew this obvious fact, except for poor, confused Dean.
“Well, go on then. Eat your heart out. I’m taking a six hour nap.”
Sam’s shoulders slumped and his smile died down.
“You’re not coming with me?”
“Come on, you’re old enough to play in a pool full of toddlers by yourself, Sam.”
“I just thought…” Sam looked down sadly and then perked up. “Whatever. I don’t care. But I don’t want to hear about it when you die of heatstroke.”
“I’m sure I’ll be a very quiet corpse, just to please you.”
Sam laughed and Dean watched his little brother take off for the water with an indulgent shake of his head. He tried to sleep but it was too damn hot and, if Dean was being honest, he felt bad. Sam had looked disappointed and Dean realized gazing out on the tiny crowds of people that nearly everyone had someone to talk to. They’d arrived in this town two weeks after school ended, so Sam hadn’t gotten to make any friends.
He was swimming laps now; he didn’t seem bored or restless with it yet. But he was alone, and Dean just couldn’t help feeling that it was wrong.
Sam swam right up to the edge of the pool as soon as he saw Dean approaching.
“Don’t tell me we’re leaving already.”
“No, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“What ever happened to me being old enough to look after myself in here?”
Dean didn’t really have an answer, but before he needed to think of one, Sam reached up and grabbed Dean’s ankle.
“If you pull me into this pool, Sam, I promise you will not escape it alive.”
For the second time that day, Sam called bullshit and Dean caught a glimpse of Sam’s laughter as he tumbled into the deep end. It took the breath out of him before he even hit the water, and a part of him didn’t want to come up. Dean wanted to taste that smile. His own baby brother’s.
“You okay?” Sam asked as soon as Dean emerged. He looked mildly guilty. “You look kind of sick.”
Dean was definitely sick, but he wasn’t about to tell Sam about it.
“Well, I’m drowning in baby piss, but aside from that I think I’ll manage.”
“Oh, since when are you such a girl about everything? I’ll race you to the other end of the pool!”
Sam took off before he even finished the challenge and Dean did his best to catch up. Sam was definitely the better swimmer. Dean didn’t want to think about why that was, knew it had to do with the fact that Sam had shot up over night and now he was all toned muscles and tan skin. Sam was standing on the other end of the pool waiting for him and it felt like the first time Dean had ever really seen his brother. He looked one-half the dorky fifteen year old kid he was and one-half something Dean was not allowed to notice. Something Dean found himself staring at anyway.
As soon as Dean stood up and tried to shake his hair out, Sam threw himself at him. He wrapped his long arms around Dean under the water and squeezed, held Dean for just long enough that Dean couldn’t doubt that it was intended to be a hug. Then Sam gave him a way out, turned it into water wrestling because Sam knew what made Dean uncomfortable without being told. Only this time, Dean was uncomfortable for the wrong reason-he didn’t want it to end, didn’t ever want Sam to let go of him. He was too confused and disgusted with himself to remember to fight back and Sam won easily. The tugs at Dean’s heart when his brother laughed and celebrated his victory made Dean’s stomach turn. He realized he really was in Love with Sam. He really was that messed up.
When they decided to leave the pool and had both dried off enough to be allowed in the Impala, Sam talked cheerfully for the entire ride, laughing at his own observations so often he didn’t seem to notice how out of it Dean was. Dean couldn’t remember the last time Sam had been this happy, or the last time he’d been this miserable.
“Thank you, Dean,” he finally said, the first serious thing out of his mouth in half an hour.
“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t all that bad.”
Sam smiled at Dean like he knew something Dean didn’t and looked down at his hands shyly.
“I Love you, you know.”
“Where’d that come from?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. You gave me the extra meatball last night.”
Sam tried to laugh it off, but Dean could tell he’d actually meant it. He rolled his eyes because that was what he was supposed to do.
“You talk too much.”
“And you want a bacon cheeseburger and pie, while we’re stating the obvious.”
“You’re shameless,” Dean responded, pulling into the little restaurant Sam had obviously been eyeing before he’d made the comment.
Sam looked at him sideways and pouted. “I really thought you would want…we don’t have to eat here if you don’t.”
And then Dean got it. Sam hated diners like this, would prefer having leftovers of the weird salad he’d made last week. He was trying to make Dean happy and Dean was too busy being pissy at himself to appreciate it.
“Hey, no,” Dean said, trying to muster up his usual enthusiasm for cholesterol even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything today. “I’m all for it, Sammy.”
Sam was out of the car and making for the door within seconds. Dean closed his eyes against a wave of nausea and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.
The place was a repeat of a thousand diners they’d been to before. Dean didn’t even have to look at the menu before ordering drinks, dinner, and dessert for himself and Sam and the nice old lady taking their order smiled at Sam.
“Aren’t you lucky to have a big brother who takes care of you like that?” she asked.
Sam huffed. “I can take care of myself,” he snapped.
The lady just laughed at Sam’s stereotypical teenage attitude and gave Dean an “I’ve been there, sucks to be you” look. Dean considered telling Sam off about being rude to harmless old ladies, but before she’d even finished turning to walk away, Sam kicked him playfully under the table and when Dean looked up to meet his eyes, there was so much warmth and affection that Dean had to look away. He wasn’t exactly in a place to tell anyone how to behave.
Dean didn’t even bother to fight when Sam asked if he could drive the rest of the way home. He finally knew why he was so hopeless at saying no to his brother and had given up his delusions that the situation was going to improve. Besides, Dean’s head was swimming and he was honestly about as likely to get in an accident like this as Sam was.
When they got home, Dean headed straight for his room, let Sam have the television without so much as the pretense of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Dean just wanted to be alone, to try to talk himself out of this mistake he made today that he would obviously snap out of at any moment. Sam knocked on his door hours later and Dean was no closer to convincing himself he wasn’t completely gone on Sam than he had been when he’d gotten in.
Sam was standing at the door, obviously ready for bed. When Dean glared at him and asked what he wanted, Sam didn’t show the slightest recognition of Dean’s rudeness.
“I just wanted to thank you. Today was really great.”
“Yeah, whatever. Don’t mention it.”
“It’s just-“
“Please, Sammy. Just don’t mention it, okay?”
Of course, not mentioning wouldn’t make it go away, but Dean was going to do everything in his power not to think about this day ever again.
“Goodnight, Dean,” Sam said, a little sadly. He turned to go but paused and faced Dean before Dean could close the door. “You’ll get used to it. I did.”
Sam smiled reassuringly and headed for his room. Dean didn’t know what Sam was referring to, but there was no way he was talking about what Dean was thinking about. At least, that’s what he told himself at the time.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: pre-Sam/Dean (weecesty, Sam is 15, nothing sexual actually happens)
Genre: Flangst!
Rating: PG for Mild Language
Word Count: 1,926
Author’s Note: Written for cacklesthewitch as a timestamp to the help_haiti story I wrote her And All Was Said. I wasn’t planning to write this, but I had such a clear picture of when that!Dean fell in Love with that!Sam and I didn’t think it fit into the story, but I didn’t want to let it go when it was such a cute damn day in my head. And then I thought, “It’s her birthday! Why not write her a bonus schmoop timestamp?” So! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR! This was beta’d by the flawless wutendeskind and the title was stolen from my dead husband, Victor Hugo.
Summary: The day Dean fell in Love with his little brother.
Sam had been lobbying for a day at the pool all summer.
Dad, of course, wouldn’t hear of it. Dean was supposed to ignore him, too. They were both strong swimmers, which meant they’d taken the skill as far as they needed to in order for it to make them more effective as hunters. Dad often forgot that fifteen year old kids also needed to have fun on occasion.
“All the normal kids go to the pool,” Sam would whine every morning.
“The normal kids don’t have me, though,” was always Dean’s reply and Sam would mumble that he’d rather have the pool and push his eggs around as if they were responsible for all of his problems.
Dean caved on July 27th. He thought he’d made a pretty strong showing, considering how much Sam had begged and how bad Dean generally was at saying no. Sam had stopped hoping by then. He just asked Dean what they were going to do on a given day and looked as pathetic as possible when the plans didn’t involve swimming.
Usually they went with Dad on his hunts over the summer, but for a week it had just been Sam and Dean, and Dean was running out of ways to entertain his little brother. So he figured, what the hell? It would make Sam happy. Dean always had a hard time talking himself out of making Sam happy.
“It’s hot as Hell out there and not nearly as fun,” Dean said as soon as Sam sat down to breakfast.
“Well, it is July, Einstein.” Sam stuck out his tongue.
“Eat your oatmeal, you little shit,” Dean answered, trying to act casual. He was excited to see Sam’s reaction, which was actually kind of pathetic.
“So I was thinking-”
“I call bullshit!” Sam looked proud of himself and Dean just rolled his eyes. It was going to be one of those days.
“You wanna stay here and make bitchy comments while I go swimming today, or do you wanna come with me?”
Sam dropped his spoon and his jaw on cue. “What? Are you serious?”
“I don’t see why not.”
Sam immediately fled the table to get ready and Dean knew it would be a lost cause to try to get him to sit down and finish eating, so he cleaned up and went to grab his trunks.
The town’s public pool was exactly what Dean had feared, but Sam smiled so wide it looked like it hurt and Dean could suck it up for one day, even if there were children running loose and all the chicks in bikinis were worn out moms and old ladies.
“Aren’t you too old for this?” Dean joked, finding a table in the shade and hoping that if he sat there quietly, he would be left in relative peace.
“You’re never too old for swimming, Dean,” Sam answered, in that voice he had that made it clear that everybody knew this obvious fact, except for poor, confused Dean.
“Well, go on then. Eat your heart out. I’m taking a six hour nap.”
Sam’s shoulders slumped and his smile died down.
“You’re not coming with me?”
“Come on, you’re old enough to play in a pool full of toddlers by yourself, Sam.”
“I just thought…” Sam looked down sadly and then perked up. “Whatever. I don’t care. But I don’t want to hear about it when you die of heatstroke.”
“I’m sure I’ll be a very quiet corpse, just to please you.”
Sam laughed and Dean watched his little brother take off for the water with an indulgent shake of his head. He tried to sleep but it was too damn hot and, if Dean was being honest, he felt bad. Sam had looked disappointed and Dean realized gazing out on the tiny crowds of people that nearly everyone had someone to talk to. They’d arrived in this town two weeks after school ended, so Sam hadn’t gotten to make any friends.
He was swimming laps now; he didn’t seem bored or restless with it yet. But he was alone, and Dean just couldn’t help feeling that it was wrong.
Sam swam right up to the edge of the pool as soon as he saw Dean approaching.
“Don’t tell me we’re leaving already.”
“No, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“What ever happened to me being old enough to look after myself in here?”
Dean didn’t really have an answer, but before he needed to think of one, Sam reached up and grabbed Dean’s ankle.
“If you pull me into this pool, Sam, I promise you will not escape it alive.”
For the second time that day, Sam called bullshit and Dean caught a glimpse of Sam’s laughter as he tumbled into the deep end. It took the breath out of him before he even hit the water, and a part of him didn’t want to come up. Dean wanted to taste that smile. His own baby brother’s.
“You okay?” Sam asked as soon as Dean emerged. He looked mildly guilty. “You look kind of sick.”
Dean was definitely sick, but he wasn’t about to tell Sam about it.
“Well, I’m drowning in baby piss, but aside from that I think I’ll manage.”
“Oh, since when are you such a girl about everything? I’ll race you to the other end of the pool!”
Sam took off before he even finished the challenge and Dean did his best to catch up. Sam was definitely the better swimmer. Dean didn’t want to think about why that was, knew it had to do with the fact that Sam had shot up over night and now he was all toned muscles and tan skin. Sam was standing on the other end of the pool waiting for him and it felt like the first time Dean had ever really seen his brother. He looked one-half the dorky fifteen year old kid he was and one-half something Dean was not allowed to notice. Something Dean found himself staring at anyway.
As soon as Dean stood up and tried to shake his hair out, Sam threw himself at him. He wrapped his long arms around Dean under the water and squeezed, held Dean for just long enough that Dean couldn’t doubt that it was intended to be a hug. Then Sam gave him a way out, turned it into water wrestling because Sam knew what made Dean uncomfortable without being told. Only this time, Dean was uncomfortable for the wrong reason-he didn’t want it to end, didn’t ever want Sam to let go of him. He was too confused and disgusted with himself to remember to fight back and Sam won easily. The tugs at Dean’s heart when his brother laughed and celebrated his victory made Dean’s stomach turn. He realized he really was in Love with Sam. He really was that messed up.
When they decided to leave the pool and had both dried off enough to be allowed in the Impala, Sam talked cheerfully for the entire ride, laughing at his own observations so often he didn’t seem to notice how out of it Dean was. Dean couldn’t remember the last time Sam had been this happy, or the last time he’d been this miserable.
“Thank you, Dean,” he finally said, the first serious thing out of his mouth in half an hour.
“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t all that bad.”
Sam smiled at Dean like he knew something Dean didn’t and looked down at his hands shyly.
“I Love you, you know.”
“Where’d that come from?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. You gave me the extra meatball last night.”
Sam tried to laugh it off, but Dean could tell he’d actually meant it. He rolled his eyes because that was what he was supposed to do.
“You talk too much.”
“And you want a bacon cheeseburger and pie, while we’re stating the obvious.”
“You’re shameless,” Dean responded, pulling into the little restaurant Sam had obviously been eyeing before he’d made the comment.
Sam looked at him sideways and pouted. “I really thought you would want…we don’t have to eat here if you don’t.”
And then Dean got it. Sam hated diners like this, would prefer having leftovers of the weird salad he’d made last week. He was trying to make Dean happy and Dean was too busy being pissy at himself to appreciate it.
“Hey, no,” Dean said, trying to muster up his usual enthusiasm for cholesterol even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything today. “I’m all for it, Sammy.”
Sam was out of the car and making for the door within seconds. Dean closed his eyes against a wave of nausea and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.
The place was a repeat of a thousand diners they’d been to before. Dean didn’t even have to look at the menu before ordering drinks, dinner, and dessert for himself and Sam and the nice old lady taking their order smiled at Sam.
“Aren’t you lucky to have a big brother who takes care of you like that?” she asked.
Sam huffed. “I can take care of myself,” he snapped.
The lady just laughed at Sam’s stereotypical teenage attitude and gave Dean an “I’ve been there, sucks to be you” look. Dean considered telling Sam off about being rude to harmless old ladies, but before she’d even finished turning to walk away, Sam kicked him playfully under the table and when Dean looked up to meet his eyes, there was so much warmth and affection that Dean had to look away. He wasn’t exactly in a place to tell anyone how to behave.
Dean didn’t even bother to fight when Sam asked if he could drive the rest of the way home. He finally knew why he was so hopeless at saying no to his brother and had given up his delusions that the situation was going to improve. Besides, Dean’s head was swimming and he was honestly about as likely to get in an accident like this as Sam was.
When they got home, Dean headed straight for his room, let Sam have the television without so much as the pretense of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Dean just wanted to be alone, to try to talk himself out of this mistake he made today that he would obviously snap out of at any moment. Sam knocked on his door hours later and Dean was no closer to convincing himself he wasn’t completely gone on Sam than he had been when he’d gotten in.
Sam was standing at the door, obviously ready for bed. When Dean glared at him and asked what he wanted, Sam didn’t show the slightest recognition of Dean’s rudeness.
“I just wanted to thank you. Today was really great.”
“Yeah, whatever. Don’t mention it.”
“It’s just-“
“Please, Sammy. Just don’t mention it, okay?”
Of course, not mentioning wouldn’t make it go away, but Dean was going to do everything in his power not to think about this day ever again.
“Goodnight, Dean,” Sam said, a little sadly. He turned to go but paused and faced Dean before Dean could close the door. “You’ll get used to it. I did.”
Sam smiled reassuringly and headed for his room. Dean didn’t know what Sam was referring to, but there was no way he was talking about what Dean was thinking about. At least, that’s what he told himself at the time.
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