SPN: Mistakes We Make 15
Summary: All-human AU. From the ages of 10 - 15, Dean and Castiel were inseparable. Then Dean's dad died, and rather than lose his brother to CPS, Dean took him and ran. Years later, Castiel's big brother Gabriel finds Dean working as a prostitute, and decides to try and help him - but does Dean want to be saved?
A/N: This one’s short and mostly exposition, I’ll admit, but it’s for a good reason - next chapter is where Gabriel and Dean meet up again!
Warnings: Language, references to prostitution.
-MWM-
“You idiot! You stupid, stubborn moron!”
“Okay, so I’ll grab pizza instead.”
“Dean, this isn’t about dinner!” Sam threw his hands up in frustration. Dean was amazed - he’d thought that people only did that in books or movies, but apparently Sammy was going for the major dramatics.
“Sammy, calm down. It’s not that big a deal.” He knew that his brother wasn’t taking the news of Dean’s newest deal well, but it really wasn’t that bad.
“Not that… Dean, you were almost clear of him, and now you just go and add this to it!” Sam was close to tears at the situation. He’d always known how much Dean gave up so that Sam could have the best opportunities, and had tried not to ask for anything more. But Dean apparently put Sam’s future ahead of his own wellbeing, and had gone and done something stupid yet again.
“I’m not going to accept it,” Sam folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll find somewhere else.”
“Too late,” Dean shrugged easily. “Crowley’s already accepted for you and paid the deposit. Seriously dude, you’re making this worse than it really is. You know that I’ve been fooling around for years - why not get paid to do it?”
“Because you wouldn’t have to do this if not for me,” Sam told him brokenly. “If not for me, you would have gone to another family after Dad died, and you would have grown up properly instead of having to deal with raising me and working nights. You would have had a future.”
“Bullshit,” Dean called it easily. “If I’d been alone after Dad died, with Cas abandoning me at the same time, I would’ve jumped off the nearest bridge. There wouldn’t have been anything to keep going for. Being a man-whore beats being dead, don’t you think?”
Sam gaped at his brother for several seconds, never having imagined that Dean felt this way. Dean just looked back, fully prepared to meet any argument that Sam threw at him. Realising it was a lost cause already - Dean could be the most pig-headed guy around when he set his mind to something - Sam shook his head and sighed.
“I… fine, I’ll go.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dean grinned at him. “And when you’re a hot-shot lawyer and all, raking in the money, you can pay to keep me around.”
“Fair enough,” Sam reluctantly smiled back. Stanford was the chance to do everything he’d always wanted. He just wished that it didn’t come with such a heavy price tag.
-MWM-
“So, I guess this is it,” Sam said as he looked down at his hands. They’d just finished unpacking his things in his new apartment in Palo Alto, which meant that Dean was about to head back home. Sam was nearly overcome by the wave of sadness that washed over him - since the disastrous camping trip when he was twelve, he hadn’t been away from Dean for more than a couple of days. Now he was going to try living by himself so far away from his brother’s comforting presence, and he wasn’t sure how either of them were going to cope.
“Quit your worrying,” Dean smacked him on the back. “You’re gonna be in geek heaven. And you can always come home, whenever you need to.”
“I know. I just…”
“You’re scared about living by yourself?” Dean hazarded a guess. “Freaked by the fact that I’m not gonna be here to keep your giant ass out of trouble? Orgasmically happy at thought of the campus library?”
“All of the above,” Sam grinned. “Though I’d use different terminology.”
“Of course you would. Now, remember to call me every week. Cause if you don’t, I’ll assume something’s gone wrong and I’ll drive up here, and if it turns out you’re fine and just forgot I’ll kick your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for lectures. Got it?”
“Yes, Dean.”
“And try to have fun. I mean, study hard and all the rest, but go out too. I want to hear of at least five friends by Christmas.”
“Yes, Dean.”
“And if I find out you’re on drugs, I’ll drag you back home so fast your head’ll spin.”
“Dean! I got it,” Sam grinned finally, stepping forward and hugging his brother. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean grumbled, but he let Sam hug him, which spoke volumes to the younger man. “Listen, I gotta get back. You’re gonna do great.”
“Yeah…” Sam sighed and released Dean, stepping back. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to, right?”
“Exactly. I’ll see you at Christmas, if not before.”
“Sure thing.”
And with a final pat to Bobby’s head, Dean was gone, heading back to the Impala to drive back home. Back to the empty apartment that had seemed so small at first, but which was now going to feel too large. Dean knew that he was going to have a lot of trouble getting used to not having Sam around anymore.
-MWM-
After his first night of working the sheets, Dean tried to remember what it was he’d been so worried about. He’d enjoyed sex ever since Crowley took his virginity at his eighteenth birthday party, and had fooled around with plenty of the other workers before, so he knew what he was doing. And it was good money - far better than he’d been earning when he first got here as a cleaner.
The next few months passed without incident. Sam remembered to call at least once a week, sometimes more, and Dean was glad. It meant that he could still keep tabs on the kid, even from the next state. He was doing well so far, getting along with the various teachers, and had fallen in with a group of other hopeful lawyers. A girl called Jess was mentioned a few times, which Dean quickly picked up on. He was fairly sure that little Sammy was sweet on her, and teased him mercilessly until he agreed to ask her out.
The next time Sam called, he was half panicking because she’d said yes, and he didn’t know what to do next. Once Dean had stopped laughing, he’d given the poor kid a few pointers.
Christmas was fun, since Sam came home and was finally allowed to come to the annual worker’s Christmas party. Several of the girls offered to take Sam aside and teach him how to please his new girlfriend, only to start cooing in a motherly fashion as Sam blushed and stumbled through his apologies.
Dean had then offered to go find Jess and take her aside to give her some pointers, only to be told that he wouldn’t be going anywhere near Jess unless she and Sam got married, and then only after the wedding.
It wasn’t until a few days later that Dean realised Sam’s comment could be taken a few different ways, and he started to wonder if Sam was ashamed of him.
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A/N: This one’s short and mostly exposition, I’ll admit, but it’s for a good reason - next chapter is where Gabriel and Dean meet up again!
Warnings: Language, references to prostitution.
-MWM-
“You idiot! You stupid, stubborn moron!”
“Okay, so I’ll grab pizza instead.”
“Dean, this isn’t about dinner!” Sam threw his hands up in frustration. Dean was amazed - he’d thought that people only did that in books or movies, but apparently Sammy was going for the major dramatics.
“Sammy, calm down. It’s not that big a deal.” He knew that his brother wasn’t taking the news of Dean’s newest deal well, but it really wasn’t that bad.
“Not that… Dean, you were almost clear of him, and now you just go and add this to it!” Sam was close to tears at the situation. He’d always known how much Dean gave up so that Sam could have the best opportunities, and had tried not to ask for anything more. But Dean apparently put Sam’s future ahead of his own wellbeing, and had gone and done something stupid yet again.
“I’m not going to accept it,” Sam folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll find somewhere else.”
“Too late,” Dean shrugged easily. “Crowley’s already accepted for you and paid the deposit. Seriously dude, you’re making this worse than it really is. You know that I’ve been fooling around for years - why not get paid to do it?”
“Because you wouldn’t have to do this if not for me,” Sam told him brokenly. “If not for me, you would have gone to another family after Dad died, and you would have grown up properly instead of having to deal with raising me and working nights. You would have had a future.”
“Bullshit,” Dean called it easily. “If I’d been alone after Dad died, with Cas abandoning me at the same time, I would’ve jumped off the nearest bridge. There wouldn’t have been anything to keep going for. Being a man-whore beats being dead, don’t you think?”
Sam gaped at his brother for several seconds, never having imagined that Dean felt this way. Dean just looked back, fully prepared to meet any argument that Sam threw at him. Realising it was a lost cause already - Dean could be the most pig-headed guy around when he set his mind to something - Sam shook his head and sighed.
“I… fine, I’ll go.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dean grinned at him. “And when you’re a hot-shot lawyer and all, raking in the money, you can pay to keep me around.”
“Fair enough,” Sam reluctantly smiled back. Stanford was the chance to do everything he’d always wanted. He just wished that it didn’t come with such a heavy price tag.
-MWM-
“So, I guess this is it,” Sam said as he looked down at his hands. They’d just finished unpacking his things in his new apartment in Palo Alto, which meant that Dean was about to head back home. Sam was nearly overcome by the wave of sadness that washed over him - since the disastrous camping trip when he was twelve, he hadn’t been away from Dean for more than a couple of days. Now he was going to try living by himself so far away from his brother’s comforting presence, and he wasn’t sure how either of them were going to cope.
“Quit your worrying,” Dean smacked him on the back. “You’re gonna be in geek heaven. And you can always come home, whenever you need to.”
“I know. I just…”
“You’re scared about living by yourself?” Dean hazarded a guess. “Freaked by the fact that I’m not gonna be here to keep your giant ass out of trouble? Orgasmically happy at thought of the campus library?”
“All of the above,” Sam grinned. “Though I’d use different terminology.”
“Of course you would. Now, remember to call me every week. Cause if you don’t, I’ll assume something’s gone wrong and I’ll drive up here, and if it turns out you’re fine and just forgot I’ll kick your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for lectures. Got it?”
“Yes, Dean.”
“And try to have fun. I mean, study hard and all the rest, but go out too. I want to hear of at least five friends by Christmas.”
“Yes, Dean.”
“And if I find out you’re on drugs, I’ll drag you back home so fast your head’ll spin.”
“Dean! I got it,” Sam grinned finally, stepping forward and hugging his brother. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean grumbled, but he let Sam hug him, which spoke volumes to the younger man. “Listen, I gotta get back. You’re gonna do great.”
“Yeah…” Sam sighed and released Dean, stepping back. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to, right?”
“Exactly. I’ll see you at Christmas, if not before.”
“Sure thing.”
And with a final pat to Bobby’s head, Dean was gone, heading back to the Impala to drive back home. Back to the empty apartment that had seemed so small at first, but which was now going to feel too large. Dean knew that he was going to have a lot of trouble getting used to not having Sam around anymore.
-MWM-
After his first night of working the sheets, Dean tried to remember what it was he’d been so worried about. He’d enjoyed sex ever since Crowley took his virginity at his eighteenth birthday party, and had fooled around with plenty of the other workers before, so he knew what he was doing. And it was good money - far better than he’d been earning when he first got here as a cleaner.
The next few months passed without incident. Sam remembered to call at least once a week, sometimes more, and Dean was glad. It meant that he could still keep tabs on the kid, even from the next state. He was doing well so far, getting along with the various teachers, and had fallen in with a group of other hopeful lawyers. A girl called Jess was mentioned a few times, which Dean quickly picked up on. He was fairly sure that little Sammy was sweet on her, and teased him mercilessly until he agreed to ask her out.
The next time Sam called, he was half panicking because she’d said yes, and he didn’t know what to do next. Once Dean had stopped laughing, he’d given the poor kid a few pointers.
Christmas was fun, since Sam came home and was finally allowed to come to the annual worker’s Christmas party. Several of the girls offered to take Sam aside and teach him how to please his new girlfriend, only to start cooing in a motherly fashion as Sam blushed and stumbled through his apologies.
Dean had then offered to go find Jess and take her aside to give her some pointers, only to be told that he wouldn’t be going anywhere near Jess unless she and Sam got married, and then only after the wedding.
It wasn’t until a few days later that Dean realised Sam’s comment could be taken a few different ways, and he started to wonder if Sam was ashamed of him.
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