Sam moves like a cat in the backseat, like a kitten craving attention; rubbing his nose against the spot beneath Dean’s ear.
“Gonna kiss you now,” Sam murmurs softly.
Dean only gasps softly as Sam kisses him: noisily and open-mouthed, his fingernails dragging pink lines down Dean’s neck. Dean knows he shouldn’t, knows it’s so wrong and fucked up but he doesn’t call the shots anymore because his little brother has ways of getting beneath his skin with his words and his tongue and Dean can’t help but to moan helplessly into his pretty baby brother’s mouth.
Sam’s eyes glitter in the darkness when they part and he hums softly with approval. That’s when he notices the way Dean looks to the front seat, and Sam turns his head to glare.
John’s eyes meet Sam’s cold ones in the rear view mirror, his throat thick with bile and fear because he doesn’t know what to do anymore, doesn’t know what Sam is or how it got to Dean, too – he just knows that his youngest boy licked his brother’s mouth open in the backseat, and that’s the first time they hadn’t even tried to hide it.
“Please,” John pleads brokenly, eyes wide with desperation. “Don’t.”
Sam only smiles a cold, horrible smile that looks hideously wrong on that innocent fourteen year old face.
“Keep your eyes on the road, old man,” Sam tells John darkly as he turns back to his big brother. He pets Dean’s hair, and adds gently: “You’ve got precious cargo.”
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The thing was that Sam, Dean knew, was perfectly lethal.
Dean would know: he’d raised him to
be.Those wide, earnest eyes never missed
a thing; Sam knew the second someone’s
guard dropped – and that’s when he would strike.Dean had bought Sam his first
knife when he was eleven.Sam’s fingertips had been feathery
light over the blade, his eyes calm and dark. “Won’t you need a knife, too?”“Nah baby boy,” Dean had told him
a little breathlessly. “I just wanna watch you.”
The younger Winchester, Sam, was only a kid. Just a goddamn kid, big hazel doe eyes, scared out of his head. Agent Henriksen had come too far to let that kid out of his sight again, let him galavant off with — Dean. The monster of a big brother.
“Man, oh man,” the elder Winchester was laughing, twin guns swinging carelessly across the line of officers facing him down. “You really think you got us pinned down, doncha?” The green eyes were unnaturally bright, or maybe that was just the blood spattered across his face and clothes bringing them out. The man was pacing back and forth like a caged animal, staring past every weapon pointed his way in favor of leering over their heads toward Sam. Innocent, young Sam, who looked as though he’d do anything to get as far away from Dean as possible. “You think I’m gonna let my baby brother go, just like that?”
Henriksen forced his voice to come out steady. “Winchester, if you don’t want to be pumped full of lead, fucking stand down. This is your final warning.” He knew what this man had done. Kidnapped his brother, killed the girl Sam had been living with, and set his apartment on fire to make sure the once-successful Stanford student had nothing to go back to. Then, dragging him across the country on a year-long killing spree. The psychopath deserved to die. Henriksen hoped he got his chance to shoot.
and if to Hell we`re going, I`ll see you there.
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