Fic: Dean wasn't stupid, or was he? PG-13 (part3 in Young and Sweet)
Dean wasn’t stupid, was he? #13-secret
Dean wasn‘t stupid. He and Sam didn’t have secrets. Dean had spent the last fourteen years taking care of Sam. He always knew what he needed, how he felt. He could even tell when Sam was getting pissed at Dad. But now Sam wasn’t telling him something. Of course, Dean wasn’t home all the time now. Dad took him on some hunts and Dean got to drive the Impala alone. He spent his free nights experimenting the world and sex. He knew he liked both girls and guys and he was pretty sure he wanted Sam. Which was neither normal nor good.
The kid also seemed to follow him around even more now than ever. Dean would’ve thought it would be the opposite as Sam recently hit puberty. Dean tried his best to minimize their time together but Sammy seemed to contradict his every move.
“Dean, is Dad gonna be gone for very long this time?” Sammy was heating something up for them the night after Dad went for a long hunt.
“Yes, Sammy, he’s going to be at least a week. The hunt he’s on is gonna take a while. You know this Sammy, why you asking me?”
“So, we’re going to be alone for some time?” Sammy was building up to say something.
“Sammy, what is it? There’s something bothering you. Do you want Dad home sooner, or what?” Dean cut to the chase.
“No, I don’t mind Dad being away. You’ve just not been home much lately, I was wondering if I’d be alone every night. I might need to get more books.” Dean felt guilty now. Sam had been alone and with Dad every night for some time.
“I’ll be home more now that Dad’s not here. I’m sorry I’ve been away a lot.”
“No problem, Dean. I know you don’t exactly want to be hanging out with your little brother.” Sam wasn’t looking at him now but Dean could see in the tension in his shoulders that the kid was down.
“Sammy, whatsa’ matter?”
“Nothing, I guess I just miss hanging out with you.”
“Well, we’ll fix that. Tonight we’ll do exactly what you want.” Sammy’s eyes lit up.
“Can we just watch some movie on the couch?”
“Of course.” Thank God it wasn’t doing homework or something geeky like that.
As the movie dragged on, not that great of a movie frankly, Dean started noticing that Sam was moving closer to him.
“You cold or something, Sam?” Sam whipped around so fast and pushed away. Dean immediately regretted his instinctual joke.
“No. Why?” Sam was so obviously lying that Dean started laughing.
“Sam, I know you’re lying. I won’t bite, comm’on, what’s up with you these days?”
“Maybe I was cold, it isn’t like this motel room is a five star hotel and you’re always like a furnace. I was just looking for heat.”
Dean guessed that was true but it was also Sam’s tactic to make formal, know-it-all comebacks when he was hiding something. Dean just couldn’t exactly find out what he was hiding.
“Sam, I didn’t think we had secrets. I seem to remember a pact of honesty after I told you about monsters.” Dean felt that if Sam was going to start hiding things from him then something would break.
“I’m sorry, Dean, I can’t lie to you, at least convincingly. But this is something you don’t want to know.” Sam was making his way off the couch now, not looking at Dean.
“Look Sam, what are you afraid of? I promise I won’t move a muscle when you tell me. Just… don’t keep secrets.”
“Dean, stop it!
“No, Sammy.”
“I love you, Dean!”
TBC- in Dancing Dean