Fic: Truth PG-13 (part5 in Young and Sweet)
Title: Truth
Author: vanessawolfie
Beta: icelily01 who was kind enough to fix this up for me. Thank you.
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Theme: 04-Love's rock
Prompt(s): #27-truth
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 417
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural series or characters. I only own this story.
Summary: Dean doesn't believe Sam at first, but then he can't hold himself back anymore, he breaks, as Sam did, and confesses the truth.
Warnings/Author Notes: This is the "Young and Sweet" 'verse, which includes Sam blamed it on the laughter , Can't breathe , Dean wasn't stupid, or was he? and Dancing Dean. Written for spn_30snapshots
“What do you mean?” Dean wasn’t even going to try to act confused, after all that, Dean knew Sam didn’t mean that in a simple, brotherly way.
“Dean, please, just forget it! We’ll never talk about it again and I won’t embarrass myself anymore.”
“Sammy, talk! Now!” Dean couldn’t believe the kid, a bomb like that would not just go buried. Sam sighed heavily and Dean praised victory.
“I am in love with you, Dean Winchester, my brother.” Sam seemed to shrink with every word ending curled on the floor as far from Dean as the room would let him.
Dean couldn’t believe it, Sam, his little brother, was in love with him. Sam wouldn’t feel disgusted if Dean told him his feelings now, but the kid was young, he didn’t even know what he wanted. He hadn’t experimented, like Dean had, finding out he only, deeply wanted his brother.
“Are you sure, Sam?”
Sam didn’t look up from his hunched position before saying, “I’m sure, you don’t even want to know how sure. Let’s just stop talking about this, I’m off to bed.” With that he went into his bedroom. It was just Dean’s luck too that because Dad would be hunting all the next week or so, Sam had his own room. Dean got off of the couch and walked to Sam’s door. As much as he would later regret letting this happen, Dean couldn’t let Sam be after that.
Knocking on the door he yelled, “Sammy, don’t go, I’ve got something I want to tell you.” Dean waited for a minute, checking if Sam would answer.
“I love you too, Sammy. I was a bit shocked though when you said that. But I want you and I’m not just going to bury this. Please, open the door.” Dean banged one more time on the door and waited. Sam opened the door slowly, red-rimmed eyes and a hesitant face. Dean stopped himself from kissing Sam’s eyelids and hugging the pain away.
“You’re not just playing with me or something? You’re telling me the truth?” Sam asked in a small voice.
“No, I wouldn’t do that. You’re mine. I don’t want to hurt what is mine.” Sam tentatively reached out and dragged Dean into his room. Then he pulled him close and they stood there in an embrace for some time. They didn’t talk more, the truth was out. Sam tilted his head up and kissed Dean tenderly. They ended on the bed, clothed, tangled together.
Author: vanessawolfie
Beta: icelily01 who was kind enough to fix this up for me. Thank you.
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Theme: 04-Love's rock
Prompt(s): #27-truth
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 417
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural series or characters. I only own this story.
Summary: Dean doesn't believe Sam at first, but then he can't hold himself back anymore, he breaks, as Sam did, and confesses the truth.
Warnings/Author Notes: This is the "Young and Sweet" 'verse, which includes Sam blamed it on the laughter , Can't breathe , Dean wasn't stupid, or was he? and Dancing Dean. Written for spn_30snapshots
“What do you mean?” Dean wasn’t even going to try to act confused, after all that, Dean knew Sam didn’t mean that in a simple, brotherly way.
“Dean, please, just forget it! We’ll never talk about it again and I won’t embarrass myself anymore.”
“Sammy, talk! Now!” Dean couldn’t believe the kid, a bomb like that would not just go buried. Sam sighed heavily and Dean praised victory.
“I am in love with you, Dean Winchester, my brother.” Sam seemed to shrink with every word ending curled on the floor as far from Dean as the room would let him.
Dean couldn’t believe it, Sam, his little brother, was in love with him. Sam wouldn’t feel disgusted if Dean told him his feelings now, but the kid was young, he didn’t even know what he wanted. He hadn’t experimented, like Dean had, finding out he only, deeply wanted his brother.
“Are you sure, Sam?”
Sam didn’t look up from his hunched position before saying, “I’m sure, you don’t even want to know how sure. Let’s just stop talking about this, I’m off to bed.” With that he went into his bedroom. It was just Dean’s luck too that because Dad would be hunting all the next week or so, Sam had his own room. Dean got off of the couch and walked to Sam’s door. As much as he would later regret letting this happen, Dean couldn’t let Sam be after that.
Knocking on the door he yelled, “Sammy, don’t go, I’ve got something I want to tell you.” Dean waited for a minute, checking if Sam would answer.
“I love you too, Sammy. I was a bit shocked though when you said that. But I want you and I’m not just going to bury this. Please, open the door.” Dean banged one more time on the door and waited. Sam opened the door slowly, red-rimmed eyes and a hesitant face. Dean stopped himself from kissing Sam’s eyelids and hugging the pain away.
“You’re not just playing with me or something? You’re telling me the truth?” Sam asked in a small voice.
“No, I wouldn’t do that. You’re mine. I don’t want to hurt what is mine.” Sam tentatively reached out and dragged Dean into his room. Then he pulled him close and they stood there in an embrace for some time. They didn’t talk more, the truth was out. Sam tilted his head up and kissed Dean tenderly. They ended on the bed, clothed, tangled together.