This started life as a one shot on another site and has now grown to a little story of 7 chapters. John and the problems of dealing with two teenage sons and their feelings.

Sam outs Dean's first love to John. Brief mention of underage sex.

Little Brothers, First Love and Sons

John almost got bowled over by his youngest son as he threw the door to the motel room open and tore into the room, his brother in hot pursuit behind him. Sam managed to neatly side step John and locked himself in the bathroom as Dean screeched to a halt before the now glowering figure.

"You boys got that much energy then I got plenty of chores that you can do. Where's the fire and what's going on?" His question was aimed at Dean.

Sam's head popped out of the bathroom door. "Dean's in lur…….ve." His giggle died as his brother tried to get round John and get to him.

"Why you little…" Sam slammed the door again as Dean's forward motion was halted by John's rough hand.

"SAM! Get out here now."

The door opened and Sam was faced by the angry expressions of both his father and brother. Dean made a 'your dead' sign that he hoped his father wouldn't catch. He really should have known better.

"Dean Winchester you better not be making threats at your brother you think I can't see."

Dean dropped his hands to his sides and sighed. "No sir."

"He's lying dad he was." Sam stuck his tongue out.

"Enough. Dean, want to tell me what's going on?"

"Nothing, sir. Just blowing off some steam is all."

Sam was bouncing now in front of them and Dean knew he was just itching to spill.

"Sam?" Sam smiled a victorious smile at Dean. "Dean was with a girl down at the river, Mary Henderson……..they were making out. We saw them. Dean's in love."

Sam folded his arms across his chest and made smoochy faces at his brother. John felt Dean tense under his hand and tightened his grip.

"Dean is that true."

"We were talking, that's all." Dean tried to convey just how much hurt he was going to put his brother in by his facial expression alone but Sam was having way too much fun for that. Dean had picked on him unmercifully for two days after he caught him holding hands with Angela Daniels, this was payback time.

"Dean had his hand up her blouse and how can she talk with your tongue down her throat?" Sam triumphant smile froze on his lips at the look on his brother's face.

That was it, John lost his grip on Dean as he flung himself at his brother, lifting him off his feet and throwing him onto the bed. He pinned Sam. The roar from their dad stopped them both in their tracks.

"Boys, sit NOW!"

Both siblings got up and sat on the edge of the bed. John noticed that Dean wouldn't look at him and that he had a death grip on Sam's hand, which Sam was skilfully trying to pretend didn't hurt. "Dean!" He let go.

"So" He stepped forward to his eldest son's feet. "You and this….." He looked to Sam for help. "Mary Henderson" Sam piped up helpfully. "Thank you. You and this Mary Henderson, what exactly were you doing? And look at me when you answer."

Dean slowly brought his head up and John could see how flushed Dean's cheeks were. "We were talking and I kissed her. No big deal Sam, it's not like you haven't caught me kissing a girl before." Dean's light tone was forced.

"Is she a girl from school Dean?" Dean went to answer when his helpful little brother piped up again.

"No, she works in the garage with Dean, in the office. Dean's goes her house after work that's why he's always late home." Sam smiled a smug smile at his brother. "And she's old."

That stopped John in his tracks. "How old?"

"Dean makes out with Mary Henderson a lot. He loves her." Sam elbowed his brother for effect , Dean just sat there but John could see the thinly veiled murderous look he shot is brother.

"I asked how old?" His sixteen year old son glared at his brother and then looked up at his father.

"She's twenty two."

"Bit of an age gap there Dean."

John's brain was racing, if what Sam had said was true then Dean had been lying to him for over five weeks. Dean had never got passed more than three dates with any girl and he was lying to John about it. This did not bode well.

"Yes sir." Dean fists were balled tightly at his sides, the tension in him almost a living thing.

"Sam, outside." John saw his youngest going to protest.

"OUT!"

Sam went.

John sat down on the bed beside Dean. "So want to tell me what's going on? How serious it is with this woman, you sleeping with her?"

Dean turned his head and looked at his father, his face red but his eyes blank, hiding his thoughts and feelings from him. "That…….is none of your damned business." Dean stood up and headed for the door.

John lost his voice for a moment stunned by the unusual show of disrespect from his eldest son. "Ok, don't talk to me but you walk out that door without answering me and we are out of here…tonight."

Dean turned and John thought he caught panic as it flitted through Dean's eyes. "But the hunt?"

"Damn the hunt, I want to know what's going on Dean."

John watched his son drop his head and stand there fidgeting with his hands.

"Dean?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Dean looked up at him. "Yes." John just stared. Dean sighed. "I'm…we're sleeping together ok, happy now."

"No, not really. Are you taking precautions?"

Dean looked his father aghast. "Of course, I'm not stupid you know and beside it not like it's the first time I've………" Dean stopped as he realised he was probably giving his dad more information than he actually needed.

"Really." John stood and walked over to stand next to his son. "So how many others have there been then Dean?"

"Four." Dean changed tact, opting for honesty; knowing that if he lied his father would probably trip him up.

John didn't need a calculator to know that his son would have been underage when these little liaisons had taken place. Hell he was barely sixteen now.

"How old were you the first time?"

Dean swallowed hard. "Fourteen."

"Dean!" John had been twenty and it had been Mary. He wasn't quite sure what to say.

"She was older and I lied, I told her I was sixteen."

"How old was she?" John thought that Dean could easily pass for older, he was tall and well built, more of a man than the boy he should be. John tried not to think how much of that was his fault.

"Eighteen."

John sighed and sat back down on the bed and patted the bed next to him. "Sit." Dean obeyed. He grinned over at Dean. "Guess my birds and bees talks two years too late then."

"Guess so." Dean smiled sheepishly back at his dad.

"So this Mary Henderson, how do you feel about her?" Damn John thought, she had to be called Mary.

"She's neat." Dean looked up at his dad. John saw that look in Dean's eye and his heart reached out to his son. "I like her a lot."

John smiled at his son, Dean, master of the understatement.

"Define a lot?"

Dean laughed at the look in his dad's eye. "You know….a lot."

And John thought he did.

TBC