The Brothers Winchester:Book Two-Cry-Part Two
The Brothers Winchester:Book Two-Cry
Part One
Part Two
Now.
Jake Campbell was what they called a tall drink of water. Barely 26 he had lived more life than five men his age. Growing up on his father's farm he had learned hard work and honest labor one blistering hot afternoon at a time. He had grown from a scrawny, awkward kid to one of the finest pieces of beef this side of the Oklahoma/Texas border. At 18 he had tried his hand at professional rodeo and found the thrill of busting a wild steer with just his legs and the strength of his two hands was invigorating. It was there that he ceased being Rory Campbell's oldest son and started being Jake Campbell, all around country stud. Topping out at 6'1” he seemed to be larger than life when he walked into a rodeo arena with thousands of fans cheering for him.
Jake Campbell was what they called a tall drink of water. Barely 26 he had lived more life than five men his age. Growing up on his father's farm he had learned hard work and honest labor one blistering hot afternoon at a time. He had grown from a scrawny, awkward kid to one of the finest pieces of beef this side of the Oklahoma/Texas border. At 18 he had tried his hand at professional rodeo and found the thrill of busting a wild steer with just his legs and the strength of his two hands was invigorating. It was there that he ceased being Rory Campbell's oldest son and started being Jake Campbell, all around country stud. Topping out at 6'1” he seemed to be larger than life when he walked into a rodeo arena with thousands of fans cheering for him.
By 20 he had modeled professionally, being one of the first Abercrombie models who knew how to snag and rope a steer in under seven seconds. He traveled the world for a summer being paid to have people take his picture when he decided he wanted more from life. On his 21st birthday he enrolled in the Marine Corps, shocking just about everyone who had been a fan of his work. After his four years in Jake returned to his father's farm a man in his own right. He quickly took over as the ranch manager, dealing with the men, money and how to manage the crops. Within a year Campbell farms was showing a hefty profit as well as winning more than a few awards for their prize steer.
Jake Campbell was on top of the world.
He had three loves in his life. First was his 1951 Chevy pickup street rod with the original interior and candy apple red finish he had restored by hand after he had gotten out of the Corps. The second was his love for a good fight. Jake Campbell was known as one of those guys who never backed down from a fight, no matter how bad the odds were. The worse they were the harder he fought. A knight in faded blue denim, Jake had more than a few battle scars tucked away on his body...all of them nothing compared to ones his opponents had walked away with. The last was his little brother Taylor.
Taylor was everything Jake wasn't. He was book smart, kind, courteous to a fault and never once ever struck a man in anger. At barely 17 he was smaller than Jake ever was at his age. With dark black hair and dangerous green eyes he was a heartbreaker to be sure...but his shyness was almost crippling when dealing with the opposite sex. Jake protected his little brother like a lioness protected her cubs and there was no one within three hundred miles of the Campbell farm that didn't know the quickest way to end up waking with a limp for the rest of their life was to mess with Taylor.
Which drove Taylor insane with frustration.
He knew he was never going to be Jake. Where Jake was tall and built with more muscle than was humanly possible on a frame, Taylor was lean and sinewy without an ounce of fat on his tanned body from hours of farm work. With the stature of a boy but the muscle definition of a man the young man had turned more than a few heads when he had gone into town with his friends during the summer. More than few heads were turned when small and unassuming Taylor had stripped his baggy shirt off to reveal an eight pack of abs that made fitness models look downright slovenly.
But he was always going to be Jake Campbell's little brother.
He didn't mind it as such, it were the ones that had older brothers that had grown up under Jake's reign and wanted to prove themselves by beating the crap out of his little brother. And though most of the boys were bigger and stronger than Taylor, they were not prepared for the boy's skills in hand to hand combat. Since he was old enough to walk he had sparred with his older brother in more than a few mock fights. As they grew older and more competent the two of them were a pretty devastating duo, whose skills only got better thanks to the United States Marine Corps. Jake had more than once tried to get his little brother to compete in some of the local martial arts competitions around the state but had always gotten the same shy response from Taylor.
He wasn't a fighter.
Jake remembered the Winchester boys well enough. When John had married his aunt Mary he was barely three. He remembered seeing Dean every other summer or so when their family made the long trek to visit. He remembered how the two of them got along famously until Sam was born and the younger boy began to resent their older cousins visit. They were thick as thieves those two, if they were anywhere as close as him and Taylor was...he understood resenting any intrusion into their partnership. After Mary died and John moved away they kind of lost touch, he hadn't heard from Dean in going on 7 years. He would be a few years younger than Jake...but if he recalled Dean hadn't done anything with his life. He had stayed in the small little town and worked the farm. Jake wouldn't have said anything out loud about that choice but privately he thought it was a waste of good material. Dean Winchester was one of those one in a million kind of guys and him wasting his life on a fucking farm was just sad.
So when his dad told Jake that John had been killed his first thought was that there was no way the two of them...wait no John had another kid with his second wife...so three of them could handle a farm like that. He guessed Dean spent more time getting laid than learning how the farm actually worked and from what his father conveyed to him, he was right. He volunteered to head over for the summer. Their farm was in more than enough shape to handle losing Jake for a season. And he would bet it would only take one good season to turn the Winchester's luck around. He was half packed and ready to go when his dad told him that Sam had said no. That they would figure it out for themselves, which left Jake a bit confused. But maybe Dean learned more than Jake had thought, maybe he had misjudged him? He knew Sam had a damn good head in his shoulder...maybe the younger brother will teach the older?
Whatever the case it wasn't his problem and the Winchesters faded from his mind for the next few months as the mind numbing task of getting a farm ready for a new harvest took up most of his time. Taylor was never far form his brother, eagerly learning every single thing the could about the farm just to spend more time with Jake. The two of them were in the middle of trying to backhoe a new patch of field they had just bought from a neighboring farmer when the topic came up again.
“So Chace got arrested.” Taylor said out of the blue as the two of them tried in vain to get some kind of foothold under the stubborn stump. Jake's muscles and veins bulged from exertion as he refused to give up the effort and continued to claw at the bastard chunk of wood. Finally he gave up letting out a huge gasp of breath as he leaned against the offending protrusion drenched with sweat. Taylor handed him a canteen filled with water and let him take a huge drink before taking it back. Jake shook his head furiously throwing sweat around him like a wet dog and Taylor called out as he was pelted by his brother's sweat.
Jake laughed as he sat down in exhaustion After a second he looked to Taylor “Who?”
The younger boy rolled his eyes “Chace Winchester? Dean and Sam's little brother? I head he got arrested the other day.”
Jake reached for the water again and swallowed deeply. Smacking his lips he looked at his little brother “And you know this how?”
Without missing a beat he said “Dad told me.” Jake kept staring. “Um, I mean he kinda let it slip.” More staring. “He told me and mom?” Hard glare. And in a small voice he said “I heard him taking to mom?”
Jake shook his head “Eavesdropping? What are you a girl?”
Taylor shot him an evil look but looked away after a second blushing, he was indeed eavesdropping. After a second Jake laughed and grabbed his brother by the neck and pulled him close as he rubbed the top of his head “Well come on James Bond...if you're gonna spy then spill it!”
Taylor laughed and tried to pull away halfheartedly but he knew if Jake wanted to keep him put, there was no way he was breaking the hold. Instead he lean ed into Jake's broad chest and said “He got popped drinking and smoking pot...and he hit a cop.”
Taylor could feel Jake tense up slightly behind him. It was one of Jake's pet peeves about respecting authority. From their father to the military he had been imbedded with a deep sense of respecting those above you...and it sounded like Chace Winchester needed an ass whopping. Taylor let Jake stew for a bit knowing there was no way in hell he would EVER take a swing at a cop...much less back talk one. His brother's skin was warm against his and he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of their bare chests touching. It was rare that he could catch his no nonsense brother in a mood to relax like this so when he found one he milked it for all it was worth.
“That's bullshit.” Jake said standing, edging Taylor off of him. He watched his older brother pull out his trusty can of chew and pinch off a dab and place it under his lip. His only visible vice, Taylor wound it oddly arousing to watch his brother's bottom lip bulge as he weighed the information in his mind. “What are they doing over there? Letting him run wild like a fucking savage.”
Taylor didn't say anything, if anything he felt sympathy for the Winchesters. He'd only met Chace once but he seemed like a stand up kind of guy...he wondered what had gone wrong. In the silence Taylor added “I think Sam asked dad for help.”
Jake froze and looked over to him with cold blue eyes “What?”
Taylor nodded “Dad made it sound like he was gonna talk with you.” As if on cue a plume of dust was coming towards them on the horizon, Jake recognized it as his dad's truck from here. As Jake watched his father approach Taylor said quickly “Can I go with you?”
Jake paused and looked over at him “You sure? You gonna miss some school.”
Taylor shrugged “I can take it with me...or I could to go Chace's school while I am there! Sides you're gonna need help.” he said his chin set in a stubborn way.
Jake knew he was right but he wasn't gonna let on. Instead he grinned and said “I'll think about it.”
Taylor almost instantly began to whine “But Jake you'll need the help!” but then saw the glimmer of mischief in his brother's eyes. In a harsh tone he said “You're a dick!”
Jake waggled his eyebrows and said “And don't you forget it.” He turned as his father's truck pulled close. He spat as his dad turned the truck off and got out. Jake smiled “Awww came out to pick me up? Dad you shouldn't have!”
Without missing a beat the man replied “Don't worry I didn't.” in a lower tone he said “We need to talk.”
Jake leaned up against the truck and hitched his thumbs into his jeans “Let me guess, the Winchesters got themselves into a bucket load of trouble and you want me to go out there and help them out some.”
His dad paused for a second and then looked over to Taylor “Young man when I am talking to your mother I expect not to be spied on.”
Taylor continued to examine his boots meticulously but said nothing.
Looking back to Jake he said “We need to talk...alone.” he said even louder.
Taylor sighed and grabbed his baseball cap out of his back pocket and began to walk back towards the house. Jake shook his head as they watched the young man walk away. The elder Campbell said “He has too much time on his hands.”
Jake thought that over and replied “Can't say I disagree with that.” looking at his father he added “But he's a good kid.”
The man chuckled as he held his hands up in surrender “I swear you two are closer than twins sometimes. I was just making a comment.”
Jake shook his head as he laughed too “So the Winchesters...” he prompted.
“Your brother heard right. Chace is in trouble and the way Sam described it the farm is in trouble.” Jake held out his chew can and offered his father a dip as the man explained “They ain't a proper ranch like ours, all they have are the crops and they ain't got but enough funds for one field. That ain't counting on men to tend and to collect either.” He spit as he let his oldest son absorb all that “Dean ain't willing to take a handout, so we are going to loan him enough to get this season up and running. With a good haul that should be more than enough for him to hire a proper manager and keep themselves in the green.”
Jake shook his head “We're family...why don't he just take the money?”
His father gave him a look “You don't remember John Winchester very well do you? Trust me, as stubborn as the father was the son is twice as bad.”
“Pride goeth before the fall.” Jake said.
“Might not wanting to be spouting bible words at them either.” his dad said “They aren't the praying type.”
Jake looked at his dad “What's that mean?” but the older man shook his head quickly.
“Never mind that. You willing to go?” he asked.
“They willing to listen?” Jake responded.
His father shrugged “All I know is it's a feat they called and admitted the need for help. You might have to talk them through it.”
Jake leaned in silence as he thought through the logistics. After a minute or two he said “Gonna take Taylor with me...gonna need the hands.”
His dad laughed and opened the door to the truck “You go somewhere without your little brother in tow? Shit I was surprised he didn't pack away with you when you took off to boot camp. I'll have your ma call the school...he can finish the year in Texas.” he slammed the door and started the truck up. He leaned out the window and added “Jake, Sam and Dean are my sisters blood. They are the only thing I have left of Mary.” his eyes softened as he said “Do them right ok?”
Jake was surprised at the show of emotion from his normally stoic father. All he could manage was a barely surprised nod. Without another word his dad's truck took off, leaving Jake wondering just how he was going to pull this off.
And if Dean remembered him as well as he remembered Dean.
Then.
At 14 Dean Winchester knew everything.
He knew that beer was better than wine. He knew whiskey was better than beer. And that sex was better than everything. He knew that the older a girl was the more likely she was to let a little cutie like him feel her up. He knew that one day he would own this town. And he knew that his cousin Jake was the coolest motherfucker he had ever met.
It was summer and at barely 17 Jake Campbell seemed to be just about everything Dean wanted to be when he grew up. Jake had been doing rodeo for almost a year and a half and the silver buckle in the shape of Texas that held up his skin tight Wranglers had sent Dean into a fit of envy that would not subside until he was 16 and almost ended up breaking his leg trying to do rodeo himself. Dean found he preferred baseball to wild steers and the dream quietly went away...but that was then and this was now and as they sat in the back of the pickup drinking beets at the lake...Dean could not take his eyes off of that buckle.
Jake chuckled as he looked out across the Texas sun setting across the lake “You know if I didn't know you better Winchester I'd say you were trying to get a look at my dick.”
Dean looked away quickly, his face blushing so red his freckles vanished. Jake roared laughing and put his arm around Dean's shoulder, pulling him closer “I'm joking kiddo!” he said pressing Dean against his side “It's ok...you wanna get a better look at it.” he said as he reached down and began to unfasten the buckle. On one hand Dean wanted to deny his curiosity, knowing he would look completely lame in the eyes of the older boy for such obvious hero worship. But on the other hand he really wanted to see that badass buckle.
Jake pulled the belt free of his jeans and handed it over to Dean “Be my guest.” he said.
Dean felt the warmth of the leather as he looked at the silver Texas declaring Best Rookie Rider on its surface. Dean just knew he would rock the shit out of something this fucking cool at school...pussy would just lay down in front of him after seeing this baby. Jake saw the wide eyed expression on his cousin's face and barked a sharp laugh “Man you'd think it was the holy grail or something the way you're drooling over it.”
Dean looked up and blushed again as he tried to hide his enthusiasm. Jake saw he embarrassed the kid again and put his arm back around him “Hey...I'm kidding Dean. It is a cool buckle.” he said grinning.
Dean grinned back as Jake finished his beer in one long swallow. Tossing the bottle out into the lake the older boy jumped off the bed of the truck “Damnit beer just goes through me so fast...makes me piss as often as a fucking girl.” he stumbled towards the lake unbuttoning his jeans as he walked.
Dean watched as the sounds of the older boy relieving himself filled the silence. Jake finished and began to walk back towards the truck, he could see the white of Jake's boxers as he hopped back into the back. “Jesus does it ever get cool around here?” he asked still feeling the sticky Texas air clinging to him.
“Not in August.” Dean said, trying to understand why he was so fascinated by the older boy's state of undress.
“Well shit then...” Jake said puled one foot up and pulling a boot off one of his feet. He did the same with the other, as the night grew darker all Dean could see was the paleness of his chest, the small white showing from his open jeans and his socks. He tried not to gasp as Jake pulled the tight boot cut jeans off his muscled legs and tossed them into the back of the truck. He sighed in contentment as he pulled his socks off as well “Oh much fucking better.” he said looking back to Dean “I swear those jeans show off everything I got...but they fucking get hot sometimes. You know?”
Dean nodded as his mouth went dry at the sight of his muscle bound cousin standing in just his boxers in front of him affected him. He watched as Jake adjusted himself through the thing fabric “I mean shit...whoever made those fuckers must have had a little ass dick cause let me tell you...a real man will just explode in those things.”
Dean had a small clue to what Jake was talking about as his own cock began to harden in his own Wranglers. He'd never had a gay thought in his life, but seeing Jake, standing there with the body Dean had wished for since he was five being covered by only a ragged pair of white cotton boxers was...well it was fucking hot. Jake looked at the lake again and then back to Dean “Aren't you hot?” he asked “You can lose the ball breaks too if you want...not like anyone can see us.”
Dean froze as the thought of being in his boxers so close to Jake went through his mind. And he was no long half hard. He shook his head quickly as he sputtered quickly “Uh no...I'm cool.”
Jake cocked his head “Are you serious? Dean you're sweating right now!”
Dean was indeed sweating, but from a lot more than just the heat. He shook his head even harder as he added “Nope...am great. I mean...” he cupped his arms around his own chest as he shook “Brrr....kinda chilly.”
Jake laughed as he slowly walked towards the teen “You shy Dean?” he asked with both hands out like claws “Little boy afraid to show his widdle weiner?”
Dean blushed as he tried to scramble away from him but Jake was too fast. From behind the older boy popped the buttons on Dean's jeans as he tried to struggle away in vain. Jake held him easily as he pulled the tight jeans down around the boy's slim waist...revealing that Dean had gone commando that morning. Dean cried out for him to stop as he squirmed out of the jeans, pushing himself further into the cab of the pick up. Jake saw Dean's nudity and froze as he held the now empty pair of jeans. Dean huddled in the truck's corner, trying his best to cover himself with his hands.
He sounded like he was crying.
“Aw shit.” Jake said dropping the jeans and climbing closer to Dean. He approached the younger boy slowly as he said “It's ok Dean...I'm sorry bout that...come here...come on don't cry.” he said edging up next to the boy. He but an arm around him and pulled him close, which helped cover more of Dean from sight. Dean leaned into him trying to fight off tears, knowing he sounded like a pussy.
“I-I'm sorry” Dean said between gasping heaves of air, his heart beating like a machine gun.
Jake rubbed the boy's arm as he said “Hey it's my fault...I'm a bit buzzed and was just fooling around. I didn't mean to make you cry.”
Dean sniffled “I'm not crying.”
Jake laughed as he leaned in towards Dean's face “Then your eyes are really leaky.”
Dean half laughed as he saw Jake's face. He looked away quickly and Jake looked confused. In a concerned voice he asked “Dean what's wrong?”
Dean shook his head but buried himself deeper into his arms. Jake's brain was fuzzy with booze but it wasn't that hard to figure out what would cause a 14 year old boy to burst out crying. It was a girl or he was embarrassed about something that would prevent him from getting a girl. And then it hit him...widdle weiner...shit. He tried to get Dean to look up again as he said “Dean...I was just joking...about...before.” Dean tried to squirm even further into himself. “Come on kiddo...I'm an asshole...don't listen to me.”
Dean peeked one eye at him and then looked away again.
“Dean...” Jake pleased, feeling like a complete dick “I am sure it is just fine.”
Dean looked out of his arms again and then in a mumbled voice asked “How do you know?”
Jake stopped for a second. “Well...cause I'm sure...I mean...” and then out of nowhere he said “Ok well let me see it.”
Dean froze as his eyes locked with Jake's. Jake said in a forceful voice “You want to be sure then how me.” He knew that the kid was not going to be happy unless he said something, and the quickest way was for him to flash his junk and he could saw it was fine....crisis resolved.
“Seriously?” Dean asked.
Jake raised an eyebrow “If you are that upset...yeah sure.”
Dean studied his face for a long time before he slowly pulled his arms away and leaned back, revealing himself to Jake.
“Jesus fucking christ!” Jake exclaimed.
Dean's eyes went wide as he began to cover himself again but Jake held him still with one arm as he looked down at Dean's cock in wonderment. On a normal man it would have been a sizable endowment. Thick shaft, huge bulbous head and a pair of balls that would have been cramped in any style of jeans. On a man twice his age the member would have been considered impressive.
On a boy of 14 it was ludicrous.
It jutted out of the dark blond thatch of public hair like the space needle. Jake just stared at it in the same manner that Dean had stared at his belt buckle. After about thirty seconds Dean blurted out “See I'm a freak!”
Jake did a double take and looked into Dean's eyes “Are you fucking kidding?”
Which brought Dean up short. In a confused voice he asked “What do you mean?”
“Dean...” Jake said as his eyes were drawn back to the pulsing piece of boy cock in front of him. He had never considered himself gay before...he liked girls as much as the next guy, but he had to admit he also always been able to appreciate a man's body in much the same way. He never thought it made him anything more than curious...but sitting here with the clueless teen he had to wonder...why was his cock getting hard? Swallowing he said “This is...I mean that is...” he looked into Dean's eyes again “That thing is...fucking incredible!”
Dean paused for a moment Seriously?”
Jake nodded “Fuck yeah bud.” he said licking his lips despite himself “Trust me any guy would die for that...to have that I mean.” he corrected himself instantly.
“And girls?” Dean asked, his mind obviously going to where any 14 year old boy would go.
Jake nodded and then paused “Well...girls...I mean...that is pretty big Dean. Girls...they are sometimes scared by size.”
What?” Dean asked, his face frozen in shock.
“Well....I mean for something this big...you need to know what you are doing or you'll tear them apart.” Jake's mind was working about three seconds ahead of his mouth as he continued to talk “A lot of girls would be scared to ry that out with someone who was...inexperienced.”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to get experience then?” Dean more demanded than asked.
Jake shrugged as he forced himself not to smile “Well...you'll need to find someone to teach you. Someone who has a big ol dick like yours and to teach you.”
Dean's eyes flashed down to Jake's boxers and then back to his eyes. Without hesitation Dean asked “Would you teach me?”
And only them did Jake allow himself to smile “Well...I guess for family...I can try.”
Now.
“Earth to Jake...come in Jake.”
Jake's shook his head as he came back to the present. And saw the form of his little brother dripping wet in front of him with only a towel covering him. “Huh?” he asked trying not to ogle the cut edges of the teen's abs.
“You wanted to take a shower after me?” he said gesturing back at the bathroom “It's free.”
Jake nodded as he took several deep breaths “Will jump in after a while.” he said putting his arms behind his head “Enjoying the relaxing right now.” That was half true, the other half was that there was no way he was going to be able to stand up without his hardon giving him away. When he went away to the Marines his parents had given Taylor his room with his blessing. But when he had moved back in to manage the farm they had found themselves short on space, so he had ended up shacking up with Taylor in his old room.
Which turned out to be a lot more trouble than Jake had realized.
In his time overseas Jake had found that he had been more than just a little open minded about the male body. In such close quarters with so many young, in shape men...a guy like Jake had been a rare commodity on base. He had experimented and had found he was more than comfortable with either gender...and he developed a healthy appetite for both. So he was more than shocked when he came home and found his little brother had somehow grown into a little fucking stud.
Taylor was oblivious to his own physicality. The boyish smile combined with a man's muscle tone was a deadly combination, one that Jake had been fighting off since he had gotten home. So the thought of Dean Winchester and then the sight of his little brother slipping on his boxer briefs...he was more than a little excited. Waiting until Taylor had turned around with his back to him he dashed off the bed and slammed the bathroom door behind him.
This was going to be a long few months.