Teacher's Pet Chapter 2B
Title: Teacher's Pet Chapter 2B
Author: JCRGIRL
Banner: imogen_lily
Pairing: Dean/Sam, OMC/Sam
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: Overall: Wincest, AU, bondage, non-con (not the boys), kidnap, abuse, D/S overtones, weecest (Sam is 16)
Word Count: ~ 1200
Beta: glimmerella
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Just playing in Kripke's sandbox.
Summary: Sam is kidnapped and the hunting community, headed by Dean and John, band together to find him. Four days after he's taken, Sam stumbles out of the woods beaten, bruised and broken and reminds Dean and John that not all evil is supernatural.
Athor Notes: I found a call for anyone interested in a bunny over on abused_sammy. I like bunnies so I went over and saw a cute one. I petted it and loved it and it followed me home. This is what comes of petting bunnies. That being said this story is to fulfill my prompt claim for Prompt Fest 2.5. So much thanks to glimmerella for the wonderful beta job she does and imogen_lily for the cheerleading. Stories are just words on paper without great editing and they'd never be written with encouragement. *Hugs and kisses* to you both.
Dean slid into the front seat of the Impala, dropping Sam’s backpack in his brother’s spot on the passenger side. It had been his idea to go to the bar tonight; Sam hadn’t even wanted to come. They’d argued earlier and after two weeks of nothing but work and home, Dean needed a night out. He should have paid more attention to his brother, kept a closer eye on him. As Dean started the Impala, the rumble doing nothing to calm his nerves, all he could think was this was all his fault.
John had left two weeks earlier with his usual instructions - “Listen to Dean” and “Take care of Sammy” - but he’d also ordered them to lay low until he got back. The first week it hadn’t been a hardship. The sexual aspect of Dean and Sam’s relationship was still new (Dean had insisted on waiting to take that last step until Sam was sixteen) so the time alone had given them the opportunity to explore and learn about each other. They’d played and teased, experimented with different positions and acts, and tested the structural integrity of each and every flat surface in the apartment.
The second week had been a little more trying though. The sex was still incredible. Dean discovered that Sam’s long legs were extremely flexible and that little brother had a bite kink. However, out of the bedroom (kitchen, bathroom, living room, Impala) Sam was surly and moody. He stopped talking about his day when before Dean couldn’t get him to shut up. He snapped at Dean over anything and they argued over nothing. His attitude created a layer of tension over the house that made Dean itchy for a beer in one hand and a pool cue in the other. He resisted the urge; his father’s orders clear in his mind. Until tonight.
Dean stared across the table at Sam as he picked at his dinner. It was Sam’s favorite, macaroni and cheese with hot dogs, and Dean had made it in the hopes of brightening his brother’s mood. So far it didn’t seem to be working. Finally, deciding to stop pussy footing around, Dean dropped his fork with a clatter.
“Okay, spill. What’s crawled up your ass and died?”
“Nothing.”
“Not buying it, Sam. Try again.” Dean picked up his fork again.
“I stopped by the garage on my way home,” Sam muttered, pushing his macaroni and cheese around with his fork.
“Oh, really, when?” Dean popped a cut up hot dog in his mouth.
“After school. You were busy showing Mrs. Patterson something under the hood. Of course, I don’t know how you could see anything past her tits in your face.” Sam viciously stabbed a noodle and then a piece of hot dog, swirling them in a puddle of artificial cheese sauce in the bottom of his bowl.
“Sam,” Dean sighed. This was the second time this week they’d had this conversation. He didn’t know where this sudden insecurity and jealousy was coming from but it was getting old. “You know it’s my job to charm the customers. That’s what Dave pays me to do. His sales have tripled since he made me a mechanic.”
“Yeah, Dean, I know, but you don’t have to enjoy it so much.”
“I’m not having this conversation again, Sam.” Dean got up and tossed his unfinished dinner in the sink. He turned, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m just flirting. It’s not like I’m going to do anything about it. I’m with you. Only you. I’ve done everything I can to prove it to you. What else can I say or do to make you believe that?”
Sam jumped up from his seat and quickly crossed to Dean. “I believe you, Dean, I do. I’m sorry. I don’t know what the matter with me.” That wasn’t exactly true; he knew where this stemmed from. Sam looked down at his feet, ashamed that Mr. Reece’s words had rattled him. “I just see them and they want you so badly, they practically throw themselves at you. They’re older and beautiful and I’m not any of those things. Then you flirt back with them and I feel…” Sam cut off on a choked sob.
“Sammy,” Dean lifted Sam’s chin with a gentle finger and waited until wet hazel eyes met his, “Just because I flirt with a girl doesn’t mean that I want her. I want you. I have since I realized what that meant. I may like to flirt, but I love you. No matter what, I’m always going to end my night with you.”
Sam nodded and tucked his head under Dean’s chin, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist. Dean pulled Sam close, pressing a soft kiss to his hair.
“Hey,” Dean jostled Sam gently, “How about we get out of here tonight? Maybe hit that bar down the road?”
“I don’t know, Dean. I have some Physics homework I wanted to get done tonight so we could have the whole weekend together. Plus it’s not much fun for me to sit in the corner and watch everyone hang all over you and undress you with their eyes.” Sam nuzzled further into Dean’s neck, tongue coming out to lave the pulse point with kittenish licks.
Dean groaned and arched his neck to give Sam more room. “Sam,” he growled in warning, unwilling to rehash their previous conversation.
“Not jealous, just facts,” Sam raked his teeth down the corded muscles of Dean’s neck, biting harder when he reached where neck and shoulder met.
“Come on, Sam. It’s been a rough week and I need to cut loose a little. I promise to make it worth your while.” Dean slid his hands lower to Sam’s ass, cupping the denim-covered mounds before squeezing slightly.
Sam paused, his mouth open against the sensitive skin under Dean’s jaw. Guilt washed through him. He knew he was the reason Dean’s week had been rough. He’d allowed his last encounter with Mr. Reece to taint their time together and Dean hadn’t deserved it. Moving his mouth over to Dean’s ear, he nibbled on the lobe. “Worth my while, huh? What did you have in mind?” He could always take his homework to the bar with him.
A lecherous smirk crossed Dean’s face and he pulled back to claim Sam’s lips. Stooping down, he slid his hands down the back of Sam’s thighs and lifted him up. Sam made a sound of surprise and circled his legs around his brother’s waist. Dean carried him to the couch and gently lowered him, fingers automatically moving to the button of Sam’s jeans. Yeah, this is what he needed to turn this week around - Sammy, some beer, a little hustling, and then Sammy again later. Yep, tonight he was going to have some fun.
Dean got to have his fun. He’d drank and flirted and hustled. But Sam was the one who paid the price. While Dean wasn’t watching what was most precious, something had come in and taken it away from him. If something happened to Sam, Dean would never forgive himself because this…this was all his fault.