FILL: Always Wear a Condom
a fill for this prompt
Tittle: wear a condom
Pairing: Sam/OMC
Rating: Gen, but mentions of sex and discussion of mature themes.
Kinks: h/c, hurtSam, protectiveDean, medical procedure, sickness, a bit of angst, and lots and lots of brotherly fluff.
N/A: so yeah... the end is weird to me... hope you like it.
***
Dean was holding his towel and banging the door. “Hurry up bitch!! I have a date..!”
Sam didn’t even answer from inside the bathroom. It all started when the little idiot turned 16 and grew five inches in two weeks, now he spent all the time locked in the bathroom or hiding stuff from Dean. Like right now! Dean was in a hurry and contrary to Sam; He helped dad with a ghoul and was smelly and dirty; so he banged the door a bit more.
“Dean!!” his father protested from the couch where he was sitting holding a blue pack against his right knee. “Give him a minute… ”
Dean huffed. “We had tacos for lunch, Dee; are you sure you want to go there right after Sammy?”
Dean turned a disgusted surprised expression on his face; he turned around and went to the kitchenette for a glass of water, Dad laughing behind him.
It took another 15 minutes for Sam to finally come out, walking stiff and with a pissed off face. “Seriously?” Dean let out. “You didn’t even washed your hair?”
“Fuck you Dean…” Dean flipped him a finger behind his father’s back. “Shut your hole, pussy.”
“LANGUAGE!!” John shouted. “Add another word and you’ll be grounded.”
Dean glared in the general direction of Sam and got into the bathroom, at the door he took a deep breath and held it before opening the door much to John amusement and Sam’s mortification.
Dean came back late that night, Dad woke up and grunted as the boy checked the salt lines and clocked the door. He went to bed with Sam to find him hunched over himself, as if holding his stomach, that was weird, Sam always slept sprawled over, as a freaking star fish the second Dean wasn’t there.
“Sammy?” Dean pushed Sam a little, they were too old but they kept sharing a bed when Dad was with them. Sam groaned, more pained than angry and moved. “You okay?”
“Shut up” mumbled Sam and Dean shrugged as he got in bed.
“Okay…” he said cocky. “but I wanted to tell you about my date…her legs…. And the smell” the sound of delight he let out only made his brother groan harder, and landed on his back hitting Sam with an elbow in the lower back, the groan his baby brother let out was too loud to ignore. “Sam…? Seriously, you okay?”
“DAMN IT! I’m fine…”
Dean was worried but having this stupid grumpy brother frustrated. “FINE! I guess it’s just PMS!”
“Fuck you Dean!” Sam said curling around himself.
“Boys” mumbled John Winchester from the other bed. “Sleep.”
***
Dean kept watching Sammy the next day and the next when Bobby came for his dad.
Sam was once more locked inside the bathroom when they left, he kept quiet and grumpy and didn’t even picked fights or back mouthed dad, and Dean had enough reasons to be worried.
Half an hour had passed and Dean got close worried; he was about to knock when he heard groans and panting from inside. “OH Great!!! You’re jacking off? Is this about you being a virgin?”
Dean went back to the couch, Sam could hear that, it was not about being a virgin, it was about stopping being one, and he regretted every second if it, because for a start; the guy was cute but demanding and right after they finished mocked him for not knowing what he was doing.
When they went back to the party, everyone was waiting for them and Sam learnt the guy was the school slut. He told everyone Sam was a virgin without an idea of what to do, and thanks God they moved because he was done with the jokes and the whispers.
He regretted his choices right then, the itch on his… umm, “there” came a week later, and the redness and burning sensation only got worse with the passing days, it got worst and worst, so much it was now a soreness even in his balls, his entire groin was tender and peeing? Peeing was like pulling barbed wire through his penis. Let’s not even talk about the one time he wanted to jerk off, everything hurt, everything!! Even his ass was on fire, and he fell on his knees in the shower trying hard to hold his grunt of pain. The last straw was the blood, well…. He’s not sure if its blood, it smells like puss, but looks like blood; and is coming out of his dick, this can’t be okay.
You can’t get a STD on your first time, right? is not possible, everyone at school had said that, he had to ask someone he trusted, but he was sure that so many people with decent parents and one school with all their classes can’t be wrong, right?
What if its cancer? What if he’s dying or something?
Sam was freaking out, and there was nobody else to ask, either the school nurse… or Dean. And at least he trusted his brother.
***
“Dean…” he started as he approached his brother, not sure of where to look at, or how to start this sure to be awkward conversation.
“I don’t have money, and dad said no going out in school night so don’t even…”
Sam let out a sigh. “Is not that.” He fidgets in his place not looking Dean in the face as the oldest Winchester were turning from the TV to his brother.
Dean waited and waited but Sam didn’t say anything. “What’s wrong, Sammy? Billy's in the well? What is it, Lassie, spit it out!!” he turned as his show went to commercials. “What? Say it so I can-” he got quiet, Sam was about to cry. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m… I’m…” Sam passed a hand over his face, embarrassed and afraid his brother would judge him, he hadn’t said anyone he was gay yet.
“Sammy? Sammy, you’re scaring me… ”
Sam finally looked at him when Dean reached for his hand and sat him forcefully next to him in the couch, the movement and pressure on his groin enough to make him groan. “Promise me… promise me you won’t be mad… you won’t… hate me for what I’m about to say.”
Dean was livid, his heart was in his throat, there was no way he’d ever hate his baby brother, nothing ever will make him hate Sam. What could be so bad he thought Dean would hate him? “Sam, you’re scaring me…” he said serious this time
Sam bit his bottom lip and sniffled as his cheeks got hotter and redder if possible. “I did something… in Harvard.”
“Harvard? Harvard, Minnesota?” Sam nodded. “Two town ago?” he got another nod.
“I-I…” Sam took a deep breath. “I’m gay, I think… and I got with this guy…. And…”
Dean held his arm and closing his eyes to rein his temper. He licked his lips and looked to his lap, feeling Sam get more and more agitated at his reaction. “Tell me he didn’t hurt you….”
“Is not like that…” Dean nodded but didn’t let go or let Sam talk. “Tell me he didn’t force you…”
“No he didn’t… I was tired of the virgin jokes… and… I did something very stupid.” Dean huffed a laugh as he hugged his brother.
“I’m sorry… it wasn’t meant to make you go out with the first hussy…”
“I was so stupid…” Sam let out.
Dean sighed. “Everyone is allowed to be stupid… but” and finally looking him in the eye. “How stupid?” He was raising both eyebrows. “You were safe, right? You got protection?” Sam felt his face in flames and shook his head no. That’s it, it was AIDS, and he was going to die.
“DAMN IT Sam!” Dean got quiet feeling his brother jump at his scream.
“I didn’t know you need… a-a-… for a guy.”
“It’s a condom Sam, not Voldemort!!” Dean got up. “You can use the word for fuck’s sake!!”
Sam hunched with the words, more and more embarrassed of his own stupidity. “I didn’t know!! You can get a guy pregnant…”
“But you can get an STD!!”
“I’m…. I think I-” and finally, he dared to look at Dean.
Sam saw as his brother threw his head back, closing his eyes and taking deep even breaths, trying hard to compose himself and be patient. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m going to die…” he said dramatic as the sobs finally left him.
Dean hugged Sam. “Calm Down… you are not going to die…” Sam made a sound, a gurgle, like he was laughing. “Seriously… you’re not gonna die, not in my watch… tell me what’s wrong? A pimple, boils, blisters… Scales?” Sam chuckled.
“I’m bleeding…”
Sam let out a sigh. “I swear I’m going back and I’m going to kill the bastard for not being careful… didn’t you heard of stretching?”
“What?” but Dean just kept talking as if it were the most normal topic, “and Lube? Lube is important… we have to get you to a hospital… if there’s blood, your… err…muscles could be teared, and…”
“Not there…” Sam said pulling away blushing even harder… actually, can you imagine this? The reddest red ever? Now; if there was any other shade of deeper red, that’ll be the one he had in his face.
“So you were… on top?”
Sam frowned; this was too much, too much… “Why you’re not freaking out about me being gay…?”
Dean laughed hard, HARD!! Embarrassingly loud and hard, this was too much, now he was mocking him. “Is not funny, you know? I thought you’d…-”
“Hate you?” mocked Dean. “For not being straight? I believe nobody in this family could be that hypocritical.”
Sam was looking at him mouth open. “Are you serious?”
“yeah! Sex is great, and there is no reason not to enjoy more than one kind… and don’t you label yourself just yet, learn, enjoy… ”
“But… dad…?” another laughter fit took Dean over.
“I’ve seen him with guys… he doesn’t do ladies as often as you think… not after mom.” And slapping Sam in the back he kept talking.
“Tell me, what’s wrong?”
“My… My penis is swollen and there’s… blood is coming out… not only when I pee…”
“Sounds painful.” Dean winced.
“It is…” he said sniffling. “And is not only my dick anymore. Even my back hurts…”
“Let me see…” Sam shook his head no. “I have to Sammy, is not like I really want to see your junk or anything… I just have to…” Sam sobbed embarrassed as he pulled his sweats down. “Calm down, I changed your diapers and potty trained you, is nothing I haven’t seen before.” He heard as he tried to concentrate in something atop of the kitchen shelf.
“Gosh Sam... You’re ruining this for me, I’m not gonna be able to have sex ever again…” Dean was grimacing at the image in front of him; redness all over and the head was puffed, his balls were bigger with inflammation and Sammy’s briefs had a stain of chocolate brown something. But it was the embarrassed groan what made Dean feel worst. “That’s it, pull your pants up and go change… we have to go to see a doctor.”
“That bad?” dean smiled.
“Yeah… its freaking me out and we share bed every other day, I could get it too… and I do care for my privates.”
***
Sam was tapping his leg nonstop as Dean was morbidly reading a magazine about ovarian cancer. “Look at this…” he mumbled and Sam turned to gasp disgusted.
They both freaked out, and were still nervous, Dean hated doctors since he was a kid and stopped talking after mom. And Sam was sure-still- that they’d tell him he was about to die.
“Luke Jones?” asked the nurse out loud and Dean and Sam got up. “the doctor will see you now.”
“Luke Jones?”whispered Sam as a question.
“Luke Skywalker and Indiana Jones…” he said with a proud smile. “You don’t want dad getting a call about this right?”
“Do come in…” an elder doctor asked them and offered them a chair. “Which one is Luke?”
Sam moved ahead. “My baby brother.” Interrupted Dean, “I’m Harrison…” he offered his hand to the lady.
Yeah... a lady doctor… and she had to check on Sam junk, she got her hand in places nobody touched except himself ; and that Jerk in Harvard. Sam was crimson red permanently and Dean was blushing too as she faced him still with the gloves on.
“Didn’t you learn anything in Sex Ed kid?” the lady asked while writing something after she ordered them to wait for a lab tech so they can get a sample of blood and secretion. “your dad didn’t explain this to you?”
“He did…” Dean interrupted. “Dear Luke here… he thinks he knows best.”
The doctor looked at Dean over her glasses and then to Sam. “You have to wait, please, it’ll take an hour or two.”
***
Chlamydia, serious but not the worst, was what the doctor said, the test for gonorrhea came negative and Dean hugged and kissed his brother’s face on the way out. He produced a lollypop right outside the door.
“Always wear a condom… is one of Dad rules, haven’t you heard?” Dean said as they got in the bus.
“Yeah…” Sam blushed patting his pocket; the doctor gave them a bunch of them on their way out.
Dad was there when they got home. “Oh crap…” Sam let out.
“Don’t worry…” Dean pushed his baby brother towards the door. “I won’t tell anything.” And when Sam looked at him in disbelief. “it’s our secret, just us brothers…” with a wink the promise of silence was made.
“Where were you?” Dad asked frowning at the small bag with the clinic’s name on it.
“Sam needed something…”
Dad looked from one to the other boy. “Was something serious?” Dean shook his head no.
“I just… caught a bug…” Said Sam trying his best not to stammer. “I’ll be okay.”
“Should I ask further questions?” John asked.
“NO SIR!!” said both boys.
John Winchester frowned. “okay…” no point in trying the boys say anything they didn’t want, it never worked, they were a solid team. And it was better that way.
The End.
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So... yeah, that's it, I had this for over a week but lost my prompt...hope you guys like it.
Tittle: wear a condom
Pairing: Sam/OMC
Rating: Gen, but mentions of sex and discussion of mature themes.
Kinks: h/c, hurtSam, protectiveDean, medical procedure, sickness, a bit of angst, and lots and lots of brotherly fluff.
N/A: so yeah... the end is weird to me... hope you like it.
***
Dean was holding his towel and banging the door. “Hurry up bitch!! I have a date..!”
Sam didn’t even answer from inside the bathroom. It all started when the little idiot turned 16 and grew five inches in two weeks, now he spent all the time locked in the bathroom or hiding stuff from Dean. Like right now! Dean was in a hurry and contrary to Sam; He helped dad with a ghoul and was smelly and dirty; so he banged the door a bit more.
“Dean!!” his father protested from the couch where he was sitting holding a blue pack against his right knee. “Give him a minute… ”
Dean huffed. “We had tacos for lunch, Dee; are you sure you want to go there right after Sammy?”
Dean turned a disgusted surprised expression on his face; he turned around and went to the kitchenette for a glass of water, Dad laughing behind him.
It took another 15 minutes for Sam to finally come out, walking stiff and with a pissed off face. “Seriously?” Dean let out. “You didn’t even washed your hair?”
“Fuck you Dean…” Dean flipped him a finger behind his father’s back. “Shut your hole, pussy.”
“LANGUAGE!!” John shouted. “Add another word and you’ll be grounded.”
Dean glared in the general direction of Sam and got into the bathroom, at the door he took a deep breath and held it before opening the door much to John amusement and Sam’s mortification.
Dean came back late that night, Dad woke up and grunted as the boy checked the salt lines and clocked the door. He went to bed with Sam to find him hunched over himself, as if holding his stomach, that was weird, Sam always slept sprawled over, as a freaking star fish the second Dean wasn’t there.
“Sammy?” Dean pushed Sam a little, they were too old but they kept sharing a bed when Dad was with them. Sam groaned, more pained than angry and moved. “You okay?”
“Shut up” mumbled Sam and Dean shrugged as he got in bed.
“Okay…” he said cocky. “but I wanted to tell you about my date…her legs…. And the smell” the sound of delight he let out only made his brother groan harder, and landed on his back hitting Sam with an elbow in the lower back, the groan his baby brother let out was too loud to ignore. “Sam…? Seriously, you okay?”
“DAMN IT! I’m fine…”
Dean was worried but having this stupid grumpy brother frustrated. “FINE! I guess it’s just PMS!”
“Fuck you Dean!” Sam said curling around himself.
“Boys” mumbled John Winchester from the other bed. “Sleep.”
***
Dean kept watching Sammy the next day and the next when Bobby came for his dad.
Sam was once more locked inside the bathroom when they left, he kept quiet and grumpy and didn’t even picked fights or back mouthed dad, and Dean had enough reasons to be worried.
Half an hour had passed and Dean got close worried; he was about to knock when he heard groans and panting from inside. “OH Great!!! You’re jacking off? Is this about you being a virgin?”
Dean went back to the couch, Sam could hear that, it was not about being a virgin, it was about stopping being one, and he regretted every second if it, because for a start; the guy was cute but demanding and right after they finished mocked him for not knowing what he was doing.
When they went back to the party, everyone was waiting for them and Sam learnt the guy was the school slut. He told everyone Sam was a virgin without an idea of what to do, and thanks God they moved because he was done with the jokes and the whispers.
He regretted his choices right then, the itch on his… umm, “there” came a week later, and the redness and burning sensation only got worse with the passing days, it got worst and worst, so much it was now a soreness even in his balls, his entire groin was tender and peeing? Peeing was like pulling barbed wire through his penis. Let’s not even talk about the one time he wanted to jerk off, everything hurt, everything!! Even his ass was on fire, and he fell on his knees in the shower trying hard to hold his grunt of pain. The last straw was the blood, well…. He’s not sure if its blood, it smells like puss, but looks like blood; and is coming out of his dick, this can’t be okay.
You can’t get a STD on your first time, right? is not possible, everyone at school had said that, he had to ask someone he trusted, but he was sure that so many people with decent parents and one school with all their classes can’t be wrong, right?
What if its cancer? What if he’s dying or something?
Sam was freaking out, and there was nobody else to ask, either the school nurse… or Dean. And at least he trusted his brother.
***
“Dean…” he started as he approached his brother, not sure of where to look at, or how to start this sure to be awkward conversation.
“I don’t have money, and dad said no going out in school night so don’t even…”
Sam let out a sigh. “Is not that.” He fidgets in his place not looking Dean in the face as the oldest Winchester were turning from the TV to his brother.
Dean waited and waited but Sam didn’t say anything. “What’s wrong, Sammy? Billy's in the well? What is it, Lassie, spit it out!!” he turned as his show went to commercials. “What? Say it so I can-” he got quiet, Sam was about to cry. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m… I’m…” Sam passed a hand over his face, embarrassed and afraid his brother would judge him, he hadn’t said anyone he was gay yet.
“Sammy? Sammy, you’re scaring me… ”
Sam finally looked at him when Dean reached for his hand and sat him forcefully next to him in the couch, the movement and pressure on his groin enough to make him groan. “Promise me… promise me you won’t be mad… you won’t… hate me for what I’m about to say.”
Dean was livid, his heart was in his throat, there was no way he’d ever hate his baby brother, nothing ever will make him hate Sam. What could be so bad he thought Dean would hate him? “Sam, you’re scaring me…” he said serious this time
Sam bit his bottom lip and sniffled as his cheeks got hotter and redder if possible. “I did something… in Harvard.”
“Harvard? Harvard, Minnesota?” Sam nodded. “Two town ago?” he got another nod.
“I-I…” Sam took a deep breath. “I’m gay, I think… and I got with this guy…. And…”
Dean held his arm and closing his eyes to rein his temper. He licked his lips and looked to his lap, feeling Sam get more and more agitated at his reaction. “Tell me he didn’t hurt you….”
“Is not like that…” Dean nodded but didn’t let go or let Sam talk. “Tell me he didn’t force you…”
“No he didn’t… I was tired of the virgin jokes… and… I did something very stupid.” Dean huffed a laugh as he hugged his brother.
“I’m sorry… it wasn’t meant to make you go out with the first hussy…”
“I was so stupid…” Sam let out.
Dean sighed. “Everyone is allowed to be stupid… but” and finally looking him in the eye. “How stupid?” He was raising both eyebrows. “You were safe, right? You got protection?” Sam felt his face in flames and shook his head no. That’s it, it was AIDS, and he was going to die.
“DAMN IT Sam!” Dean got quiet feeling his brother jump at his scream.
“I didn’t know you need… a-a-… for a guy.”
“It’s a condom Sam, not Voldemort!!” Dean got up. “You can use the word for fuck’s sake!!”
Sam hunched with the words, more and more embarrassed of his own stupidity. “I didn’t know!! You can get a guy pregnant…”
“But you can get an STD!!”
“I’m…. I think I-” and finally, he dared to look at Dean.
Sam saw as his brother threw his head back, closing his eyes and taking deep even breaths, trying hard to compose himself and be patient. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m going to die…” he said dramatic as the sobs finally left him.
Dean hugged Sam. “Calm Down… you are not going to die…” Sam made a sound, a gurgle, like he was laughing. “Seriously… you’re not gonna die, not in my watch… tell me what’s wrong? A pimple, boils, blisters… Scales?” Sam chuckled.
“I’m bleeding…”
Sam let out a sigh. “I swear I’m going back and I’m going to kill the bastard for not being careful… didn’t you heard of stretching?”
“What?” but Dean just kept talking as if it were the most normal topic, “and Lube? Lube is important… we have to get you to a hospital… if there’s blood, your… err…muscles could be teared, and…”
“Not there…” Sam said pulling away blushing even harder… actually, can you imagine this? The reddest red ever? Now; if there was any other shade of deeper red, that’ll be the one he had in his face.
“So you were… on top?”
Sam frowned; this was too much, too much… “Why you’re not freaking out about me being gay…?”
Dean laughed hard, HARD!! Embarrassingly loud and hard, this was too much, now he was mocking him. “Is not funny, you know? I thought you’d…-”
“Hate you?” mocked Dean. “For not being straight? I believe nobody in this family could be that hypocritical.”
Sam was looking at him mouth open. “Are you serious?”
“yeah! Sex is great, and there is no reason not to enjoy more than one kind… and don’t you label yourself just yet, learn, enjoy… ”
“But… dad…?” another laughter fit took Dean over.
“I’ve seen him with guys… he doesn’t do ladies as often as you think… not after mom.” And slapping Sam in the back he kept talking.
“Tell me, what’s wrong?”
“My… My penis is swollen and there’s… blood is coming out… not only when I pee…”
“Sounds painful.” Dean winced.
“It is…” he said sniffling. “And is not only my dick anymore. Even my back hurts…”
“Let me see…” Sam shook his head no. “I have to Sammy, is not like I really want to see your junk or anything… I just have to…” Sam sobbed embarrassed as he pulled his sweats down. “Calm down, I changed your diapers and potty trained you, is nothing I haven’t seen before.” He heard as he tried to concentrate in something atop of the kitchen shelf.
“Gosh Sam... You’re ruining this for me, I’m not gonna be able to have sex ever again…” Dean was grimacing at the image in front of him; redness all over and the head was puffed, his balls were bigger with inflammation and Sammy’s briefs had a stain of chocolate brown something. But it was the embarrassed groan what made Dean feel worst. “That’s it, pull your pants up and go change… we have to go to see a doctor.”
“That bad?” dean smiled.
“Yeah… its freaking me out and we share bed every other day, I could get it too… and I do care for my privates.”
***
Sam was tapping his leg nonstop as Dean was morbidly reading a magazine about ovarian cancer. “Look at this…” he mumbled and Sam turned to gasp disgusted.
They both freaked out, and were still nervous, Dean hated doctors since he was a kid and stopped talking after mom. And Sam was sure-still- that they’d tell him he was about to die.
“Luke Jones?” asked the nurse out loud and Dean and Sam got up. “the doctor will see you now.”
“Luke Jones?”whispered Sam as a question.
“Luke Skywalker and Indiana Jones…” he said with a proud smile. “You don’t want dad getting a call about this right?”
“Do come in…” an elder doctor asked them and offered them a chair. “Which one is Luke?”
Sam moved ahead. “My baby brother.” Interrupted Dean, “I’m Harrison…” he offered his hand to the lady.
Yeah... a lady doctor… and she had to check on Sam junk, she got her hand in places nobody touched except himself ; and that Jerk in Harvard. Sam was crimson red permanently and Dean was blushing too as she faced him still with the gloves on.
“Didn’t you learn anything in Sex Ed kid?” the lady asked while writing something after she ordered them to wait for a lab tech so they can get a sample of blood and secretion. “your dad didn’t explain this to you?”
“He did…” Dean interrupted. “Dear Luke here… he thinks he knows best.”
The doctor looked at Dean over her glasses and then to Sam. “You have to wait, please, it’ll take an hour or two.”
***
Chlamydia, serious but not the worst, was what the doctor said, the test for gonorrhea came negative and Dean hugged and kissed his brother’s face on the way out. He produced a lollypop right outside the door.
“Always wear a condom… is one of Dad rules, haven’t you heard?” Dean said as they got in the bus.
“Yeah…” Sam blushed patting his pocket; the doctor gave them a bunch of them on their way out.
Dad was there when they got home. “Oh crap…” Sam let out.
“Don’t worry…” Dean pushed his baby brother towards the door. “I won’t tell anything.” And when Sam looked at him in disbelief. “it’s our secret, just us brothers…” with a wink the promise of silence was made.
“Where were you?” Dad asked frowning at the small bag with the clinic’s name on it.
“Sam needed something…”
Dad looked from one to the other boy. “Was something serious?” Dean shook his head no.
“I just… caught a bug…” Said Sam trying his best not to stammer. “I’ll be okay.”
“Should I ask further questions?” John asked.
“NO SIR!!” said both boys.
John Winchester frowned. “okay…” no point in trying the boys say anything they didn’t want, it never worked, they were a solid team. And it was better that way.
The End.
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So... yeah, that's it, I had this for over a week but lost my prompt...hope you guys like it.