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"Great game guys!" called Dean as he patted his team mates on the back.
They had just beat East Lincoln County and they were headed to the semi-finals. Everyone was talking and laughing and congratulating each other. They finally beat them. It took them freaking long enough.
After having a shower and getting changed, Dean and his friend Ricky walked out the back door of the change room into the crisp Texas air to Dean's truck.
Sam was sitting with his friends on the back of his older brother's Silverado outside the locker room. He looked over when he saw the locker room door open and Dean walked out. Sam immediately smiled.
Dean noticed someone looking at him and looked up. It was Sam. Him and Dean have been friends since the 2nd grade.
Dean smiled and dipped his head towards him.
Sam smiled. "Hey."
Dean stopped, said something to Ricky and jogged over to Sam. "Hey. Uh, there's a party at Ricky's place tonight. Do you wanna go?"
Sams face lit up. "Really?"
Dean grinned. "Yeah. I'm just gonna head to my place and get changed, but I'll see you there?"
"Yeah, for sure." Sam nodded and watched as Dean walked away. He couldn't stop smiling. He was going to a party with Dean. His dreams were coming true.
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Sam took a sip of the fruity drink he held in his hand and talked with his friend Chad.
"This is so awesome." Sam smiled. "We're at a senior party."
"I know." Chad laughed and glanced over Sams shoulder. "Oh, and there's your inviter."
Sam turned and saw Dean walk through the door with a few of his friends. He saw Sam and waved at him and started walking over. Sam never took his eyes off Dean as he walked over.
Dean stopped in front of him. "Hey."
"Hey." Sam said back.
Chad smirked and whispered in Sam's ear. "I'll leave you two alone."
Sam looked at him with a 'shut the fuck up' face as Chad walked away. He looked back at Dean. "Sorry. He's weird tonight."
"Maybe it's the punch?" Dean said and chuckled.
"Might be," Sam grinned.
Dean looked down at the now empty cup in Sam's hand. "Want more?"
Sam looked down then back up at Dean. "Sure." he handed Dean the cup and Dean headed over to the drink table. He came back with a full cup for Sam and a beer for himself.
"Thanks," Sam took the drink and had a sip."Oh by the way, I love watching you play."
"Really? Well, I love having you there watching me." Dean smiled. Sam smiled back. He glanced around the room.
"It's hot in here. Let's go outside," he grabbed Dean's wrist and pulled him towards the patio. They stepped outside and closed the door, shutting out the loud music and talking. It was suddenly silent. It felt good.
Dean stepped toward the railing and leaned his elbows on it, taking a deep breath and slouching his shoulders a bit. Sam came up beside him and did the same.
"Ah...sometimes these games take a lot out of me." Dean tilted his head to the side and stretched out his neck. Sam lifted his hand and placed it on the back of Dean's neck and messaged it and Dean let his head hang.This was normal for them. They always did the small touches if the other needed it. Like if Sam's hair was in his face, Dean would move it. Or if Dean needed sunscreen put on his back, Sam wouldn't refuse.
"That feels good." Dean breathed. Sam's eyes darted to Dean's face. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. Sam's head tilted a bit and he stared at him. With the moonlight shining on his freckled skin, he looked...perfect. Flawless.
Dean realized that Sam's hand stop moving and he looked up at him. "Why'd you stop?" he whined.
Sam gazed into his eyes. He couldn't look away. It looked like Dean couldn't either.
Dean lifted his hand and placed it under Sam's chin and brought him closer. Their faces were just centimeters apart. They could feel each other breath on their lips.
They finally closed the gap and their lips softly touched. Sam made a tiny gasp. Dean's lips were so soft. It was almost surreal.
Dean deepened the kiss, and Sam put his hand on the back of Dean's neck. The kiss started getting hot and fierce. Sam pushed Dean up against the side of the house and put both his hands on the wall, on either side of Dean's head.
They separated for air and leaned their foreheads together.
Dean locked eyes with Sam. "Is this really happening?"
Sam chuckled: "I think so... have you any idea how long I wanted this?"
"I can guess." Dean grinned. "Probably as long as me."
Sam couldn't help but blush. He kissed him again, but felt a vibration in his back pocket. "Wait, hold on." He reached into his pocket and brought out his cell phone. "Damnit."
"What?" Dean was still against the wall.
"My brother just texted me. He wants to head home." Sam closed his phone.
"So you have to go, too?" Dean asked, sadly. Sam nodded.
"No. You're not leaving." Dean cupped Sam's face with his hands and kissed him deeply. "You're not allowed."
Sam chuckled. "I have to, Dean."
Dean sighed. "Fine. At least let me walk you out." He held his hand out.
Sam took Dean's hand and grinned. "Okay." They decided to avoid the crowd inside and go around the house, exchanging little pecks and kisses on the way, holding hands. They were content with how things ended up and they both don't want it any other way. Just the two of them together. Forever.
They walked to Sam's brother's Silverado and opened the passenger door. Sam's brother was already there waiting. He didn't seem very drunk. Dean wasn't too worried.
Sam turned to Dean and gave him one last kiss. It was slow and passionate, but needy. With a single peck to finish it, Sam got in the car and closed the door.
"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" he held his hand out to Dean and Dean held it.
"Okay. I'll be waiting." Dean smiled.
The car revved up and drove away. Dean stood there for a second, letting the nights events sink in. He couldn't stop smiling.
"Dean! Come on! The DJ just got here!" yelled Ricky from the house. Dean turned and called back. "I'm coming!" he ran inside to hang with his friends.
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It was around 1:30 in the afternoon when the phone rang. Dean rushed to it. The call display said: 'Sam'. He answered it. "Hey Sammy."
"Dean. It's Sam's dad."
"Oh hi, Mr Wesson." Dean noticed Mr. Wesson's voice was deeper than usual. He sounded hurt. "What's going on?"
"I have bad news."
That wasn't what Dean wanted to hear. No one ever wants to hear those 4 words. "B-Bad news?"
"It's Sam."
Dean almost broke. Something happened to Sam? That can't be possible. "Sam? Is-Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay," The other end was silent. "Mr.Wesson. What happened to Sam?" Dean asked, firmly.
"When Sam and Toby were on their way back from the party last night. The car hit a slippery patch of road and swerved into the oncoming lane..."
"No..." Dean whispered. His eyes started tearing up.
"They...They were hit head on my a semi-truck."
"No, no, no, no, no, no..." Dean kept repeating. He dropped his face in his hand and started to sob.
"Sam didn't make it..."
They had just beat East Lincoln County and they were headed to the semi-finals. Everyone was talking and laughing and congratulating each other. They finally beat them. It took them freaking long enough.
After having a shower and getting changed, Dean and his friend Ricky walked out the back door of the change room into the crisp Texas air to Dean's truck.
Sam was sitting with his friends on the back of his older brother's Silverado outside the locker room. He looked over when he saw the locker room door open and Dean walked out. Sam immediately smiled.
Dean noticed someone looking at him and looked up. It was Sam. Him and Dean have been friends since the 2nd grade.
Dean smiled and dipped his head towards him.
Sam smiled. "Hey."
Dean stopped, said something to Ricky and jogged over to Sam. "Hey. Uh, there's a party at Ricky's place tonight. Do you wanna go?"
Sams face lit up. "Really?"
Dean grinned. "Yeah. I'm just gonna head to my place and get changed, but I'll see you there?"
"Yeah, for sure." Sam nodded and watched as Dean walked away. He couldn't stop smiling. He was going to a party with Dean. His dreams were coming true.
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Sam took a sip of the fruity drink he held in his hand and talked with his friend Chad.
"This is so awesome." Sam smiled. "We're at a senior party."
"I know." Chad laughed and glanced over Sams shoulder. "Oh, and there's your inviter."
Sam turned and saw Dean walk through the door with a few of his friends. He saw Sam and waved at him and started walking over. Sam never took his eyes off Dean as he walked over.
Dean stopped in front of him. "Hey."
"Hey." Sam said back.
Chad smirked and whispered in Sam's ear. "I'll leave you two alone."
Sam looked at him with a 'shut the fuck up' face as Chad walked away. He looked back at Dean. "Sorry. He's weird tonight."
"Maybe it's the punch?" Dean said and chuckled.
"Might be," Sam grinned.
Dean looked down at the now empty cup in Sam's hand. "Want more?"
Sam looked down then back up at Dean. "Sure." he handed Dean the cup and Dean headed over to the drink table. He came back with a full cup for Sam and a beer for himself.
"Thanks," Sam took the drink and had a sip."Oh by the way, I love watching you play."
"Really? Well, I love having you there watching me." Dean smiled. Sam smiled back. He glanced around the room.
"It's hot in here. Let's go outside," he grabbed Dean's wrist and pulled him towards the patio. They stepped outside and closed the door, shutting out the loud music and talking. It was suddenly silent. It felt good.
Dean stepped toward the railing and leaned his elbows on it, taking a deep breath and slouching his shoulders a bit. Sam came up beside him and did the same.
"Ah...sometimes these games take a lot out of me." Dean tilted his head to the side and stretched out his neck. Sam lifted his hand and placed it on the back of Dean's neck and messaged it and Dean let his head hang.This was normal for them. They always did the small touches if the other needed it. Like if Sam's hair was in his face, Dean would move it. Or if Dean needed sunscreen put on his back, Sam wouldn't refuse.
"That feels good." Dean breathed. Sam's eyes darted to Dean's face. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. Sam's head tilted a bit and he stared at him. With the moonlight shining on his freckled skin, he looked...perfect. Flawless.
Dean realized that Sam's hand stop moving and he looked up at him. "Why'd you stop?" he whined.
Sam gazed into his eyes. He couldn't look away. It looked like Dean couldn't either.
Dean lifted his hand and placed it under Sam's chin and brought him closer. Their faces were just centimeters apart. They could feel each other breath on their lips.
They finally closed the gap and their lips softly touched. Sam made a tiny gasp. Dean's lips were so soft. It was almost surreal.
Dean deepened the kiss, and Sam put his hand on the back of Dean's neck. The kiss started getting hot and fierce. Sam pushed Dean up against the side of the house and put both his hands on the wall, on either side of Dean's head.
They separated for air and leaned their foreheads together.
Dean locked eyes with Sam. "Is this really happening?"
Sam chuckled: "I think so... have you any idea how long I wanted this?"
"I can guess." Dean grinned. "Probably as long as me."
Sam couldn't help but blush. He kissed him again, but felt a vibration in his back pocket. "Wait, hold on." He reached into his pocket and brought out his cell phone. "Damnit."
"What?" Dean was still against the wall.
"My brother just texted me. He wants to head home." Sam closed his phone.
"So you have to go, too?" Dean asked, sadly. Sam nodded.
"No. You're not leaving." Dean cupped Sam's face with his hands and kissed him deeply. "You're not allowed."
Sam chuckled. "I have to, Dean."
Dean sighed. "Fine. At least let me walk you out." He held his hand out.
Sam took Dean's hand and grinned. "Okay." They decided to avoid the crowd inside and go around the house, exchanging little pecks and kisses on the way, holding hands. They were content with how things ended up and they both don't want it any other way. Just the two of them together. Forever.
They walked to Sam's brother's Silverado and opened the passenger door. Sam's brother was already there waiting. He didn't seem very drunk. Dean wasn't too worried.
Sam turned to Dean and gave him one last kiss. It was slow and passionate, but needy. With a single peck to finish it, Sam got in the car and closed the door.
"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" he held his hand out to Dean and Dean held it.
"Okay. I'll be waiting." Dean smiled.
The car revved up and drove away. Dean stood there for a second, letting the nights events sink in. He couldn't stop smiling.
"Dean! Come on! The DJ just got here!" yelled Ricky from the house. Dean turned and called back. "I'm coming!" he ran inside to hang with his friends.
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It was around 1:30 in the afternoon when the phone rang. Dean rushed to it. The call display said: 'Sam'. He answered it. "Hey Sammy."
"Dean. It's Sam's dad."
"Oh hi, Mr Wesson." Dean noticed Mr. Wesson's voice was deeper than usual. He sounded hurt. "What's going on?"
"I have bad news."
That wasn't what Dean wanted to hear. No one ever wants to hear those 4 words. "B-Bad news?"
"It's Sam."
Dean almost broke. Something happened to Sam? That can't be possible. "Sam? Is-Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay," The other end was silent. "Mr.Wesson. What happened to Sam?" Dean asked, firmly.
"When Sam and Toby were on their way back from the party last night. The car hit a slippery patch of road and swerved into the oncoming lane..."
"No..." Dean whispered. His eyes started tearing up.
"They...They were hit head on my a semi-truck."
"No, no, no, no, no, no..." Dean kept repeating. He dropped his face in his hand and started to sob.
"Sam didn't make it..."
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Sammy I
POV: Dean Winchester
Sammy I,
Don’t know,
How to,
Explain myself.
This fear I,
Harbor inside of me,
Is eating me away,
Even on the outside.
I don’t know what to do, Sammy.
I’ve watched you grow.
I’ve watched you progress.
I’ve watched you cry,
And lie,
And smile,
I’ve watched you die.
I’ve watched what makes you you,
Being tortured and wretched from your body.
Your soul, so beautiful and soft,
Come back a broken mess.
Sammy I,
Can’t understand why,
I am feeling,
This way.
But Sammy I,
In time of defeat,
Already know,
That all I have,
Is you.
I almost thou
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Dean wasn't sure if he should believe his eyes at that very moment. There, of course, once was a time that the twenty-six year old Winchester was able to trust his eyes with anything and everything around him - supernatural or not - but this was certainly not the time to actually believe what he was seeing before him. Because if he did, by any chance, trust and believe what he was seeing, he would be so turned on right now he would've been shocked if he didn't pop out of his pants right at this moment and jump his little brother right then and there.
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"Sam? You in here?" Dean calls out into the motel room they were staying in. Sam has been gone for a while now and Dean was starting to worry, "Sam," He calls out again.
He hears a soft moan in response.
"Sam?" He makes his way to the sound, it was coming from the bedroom. He had a bad feeling about it, but he just wanted to see if Sam was alright.
He pokes his head into the room and thankfully saw Sam lying on the bed. Actually, more like sitting. Half of him was leaning on the bed head, and the rest of him was on the mattress its self. He was a mess. But he did look drunk.
"Sammy," Dean practically whispers as he starts to stride over
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Hopefully you didn't cry while reading this, cause I was trying not to while I was writing it.
Hopefully you didn't cry while reading this, cause I was trying not to while I was writing it.
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First I was happy with what happened and then you had to stomp on my feels 😭😭 I loved it though really great job did not expect that ending