Alright, here is another Sam and Dean story. I'm sorry is there are some places where an s is missing, my keyboard is being difficult. I do not own supernatural or anything to do with it. Please review and enjoy

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Sam sat slumped in the passenger seat of his dad's Ute and glared out the window, seething with anger. He had no idea how much longer he would be forced to sit there but he hoped it wouldn't be too much longer. The longer he sat there the longer he had to stew in his own anger which wasn't good for anyone, especially him.

The utter normality that the students seemed to be reviling in during their lunch break made his teeth grind and feel like he was a world apart from all of them. He wondered if he was going to be expelled this time or if it was another suspension. What he did know, he wanted to get as far away from Ackland Private School as quickly a possible.

He watched the doors to the main office as he waited for his dad to exit. John would be pissed and to be fair, Sam didn't blame him. Being forced to leave work in the middle of the day to pick him up from school was becoming a normal. When John finally did exit through the office doors and make his way over to the car, Sam flinched.

The thunderous scowl he'd expected to be there was absent, replaced by a look of resignation. In Sam's experience, disappointment was worse than anger. He avoided eye contact when John opened the car door with so much strength the car wobbled. No words were spoken, the only noise being the roar of the engine as John pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn't until they were a good mile from the school that Sam spoke.

"What did Principal Wells say?"

"What do you think she said? She told me everything." John grunted, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Sam highly doubted that. Principal Wells hated him with a passion and he would eat his math book if she'd John the entire story.

"What did she say?" he repeated.

"You attacked a student unprovoked and sent him to the hospital."

"Bullshit!" Sam yelled, anger making him tense.

John ignored his outburst and remained focused on the road, sighing deeply. "What happened to you Sam? You used to be such a good kid. Up until six months ago, you'd never even had detention. Do have any idea how close you are to being expelled? How close you are to fucking up your life?"

"I'm sorry dad, I know I've been a pain in the ass lately. But I'm not a bully and I did not attack him unprovoked!"

"What possible reason could you have for putting a kid in hospital? You could be arrested for assault Sam!"

"He called me fag! Then he told me I was going to get AIDS as Gods punishment for being gay! So yeah, I punched him, can you blame me?"

John looked over at Sam, studying him seriously. Seeing the truth in Sam's eyes he slowed down and pulled the car over, parking outside a café. Turning off the ignition he turned to Sam.

"Your Principal didn't tell me that."

"No, she wouldn't. After all I did break her son's nose."

John felt guilt slowly crawl into his body and mind. He should have known there was something wrong with Sam's behaviour, that there was a reason behind it. But he had never been very good with Sam, not even when he was a baby. Of course he'd taken care of Sam, fed him, clothed him, gave him a roof of his head and a hug when he was upset but apart from that he let Sam make his own choices. He had always treated Sam as an equal, capable of being responsible for his own actions and he often forgot Sam was still only a boy. Seeing Sam in the passenger seat looking much younger then his seventeen years he realised just how much he'd missed and caught himself wondering a rather important question.

"Are you?" he asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"Am I what?"

"Gay?"

Sam gave him a long, searching look before turning back to the window. "Yes." he answered simply, voice betraying no emotion.

John sat back in his seat slowly, taking deep breaths to calm his thumping heart. He felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach, how had he not known? Surely they had been signs. Signs he'd missed, signs he'd been too busy to pay attention to. Or even more likely, signs he had ignored in favour of living in blissful ignorance. Maybe it was phase? Sam was only seventeen, that was too young to know for sure right? He hadn't known what he wanted when he was seventeen, of that he was sure. But then again, he and Sam were two completely different people.

"How long have you known?" he managed to choke out when his thoughts had stopped swirling long enough for him to form sentences again.

Once more Sam turned to him and scanned his face intently, looking for something John couldn't quite place. Acceptance maybe? What ever it was he found it because his shoulders relaxed and he topped avoiding eye contact.

"Since I turned fourteen."

John was once again speechless, how could he have possibly been so blind for so long?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked."

"Of course I never asked! What reason did I have to think you were gay?" John demanded hotly.

"What reason did you have to think I was straight?"

"You never bought a boyfriend home."

"I never bought a girlfriend home either!" Sam pointed out, not liking the way his dad was blaming him for his assumptions.

John glared but turned the ignition on and reframed from answering, not wanting to admit Sam had a valid point.

"Yes well we can discuss that later. Right now we have bigger problems."

"Like?"

"Like what I'm going to do with you for three weeks until your suspension is up. And how we're going to deal with that utter fuckwit who called you a fag."

Sam chuckled and gave John a cocky smile. "I think I've made it very clear to him and every fuckwit at that school that fag or not, I can still beat the shit out of them."

"Very true. And watch your language."

"You said fuckwit."

"I'm an adult."

"Barely."

John shot him a look that turned into a smirk when he pulled into the parking lot of the garage. Sam noticed John's look and looked outside, eye widening when he saw the sign that said 'Winchester Mechanics' painted in huge letters across the side of a brick building. A building he know all too well. The family business.

"Why are we here?" he asked suspiciously. Over the years he had made it perfectly clear he had absolutely no interest in the garage and hated spending more then thirty minutes there.

"This is where you will be spending the next three weeks." John explained.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"But why?" Sam whined, reverting back to the age of five.

"Think of it as punishment."

"Punishment for what? I was provoked!"

John rolled his eyes and stepped out the car. "Provoked or not, you need to learn to control your anger. You can't go around punching every fuckwit you come across. And believe me, there's a lot of them in the world."

Sam pouted but followed his dad inside. He should be grateful he supposed, John was taking the gay development surprisingly well. Not that he had ever been truly afraid of his dad's reaction, more apprehensive.

While John treated homosexuals with a certain degree of indifference, he knew finding out he was gay could push him either way. John made his way to the main area of the garage, where they kept the cars and tools while Sam skulked off into the office and closed the door tightly behind him.

The office wasn't completely sound proof but the brick walls and thick wooden door dulled the headache inducing noise from the work area into manageable background noise. Sam briefly considered sitting on the desk chair but decided to be petulant a while longer, even if he didn't have an audience.

With a sigh he slid down the wall and leaned up against the cool bricks. He sat there for what felt like hours, refusing to look at the clock. Eventually he gave in and glanced at the clock hanging over the door, his eyes went wide and he swore. Only thirty minutes had passed.

"This is going to be the longest three weeks of my fucking life."

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Sam jumped when something vibrated against his thigh. It took him a moment to realise what it was. Leaning against the headboard of his bed he pulled the phone out of his pocket. Smiling he saw it was a text from Alex.

Dude wat happened today? There's a rumour going round you had a major freak out.

Punched Austin in the face. Broke his nose.

Holy shit! Really? That's fucking awesome!

It felt fantastic. U have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.

I can imagine. We have to celebrate! Lets go out tonight.

I'm grounded.

When has that ever stopped you? Come on, we havent gone out in ages.

Sam laughed. Alex had a point, over the years he'd made sneaking out a art form. He hadn't gone to the club with Alex in months, not since all the trouble at school had started. Looking at the clock he realised his dad would already be asleep and it would only take him five minutes to throw on some jeans and a shirt. Biting his lip he made up his mind.

Meet you at the club in 30 min

Yay! Xoxo

Xoxo

Sam slid off the bed and checked his wallet, making sure he still had his fake ID and slipped into a pair of worn jeans and faded shirt. He knew he didn't look crash hot but he was comfortable and that was all he wanted. He was excited to spend some time with Alex, his best friend and the only other gay boy at school who was out of the closet.

Sneaking out was almost laughably easy. Sam had his own car so he didn't have to worry about stealing his dad's and when John was asleep nothing could wake him so Sam didn't have to worry about the roar of the engine.

It didn't take him long to get to the club, he and Alex had chosen It carefully. It was far away from their homes that no one would recognise them but close enough that they could spend all night there and still get home before their parents woke up.

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He greeted Alex in the parking lot with a hug and a chuckle. They made their way into the bar with practised ease and Alex made his way straight to the dance floor. He had stopped trying to convince Sam to dance long ago, which left Sam free to take a comfortable seat at the bar and order a cold beer.

It was Tuesday which meant it was quiet, just how he preferred it, he came here to relax and unwind. Spinning on his stool he faced the dance floor and watched Alex grinding against two men which didn't surprise Sam in the least. Alex always found someone to dance with, blonde hair, blue eyes and a narrow lithe body made sure of that. Sam had been surprised that he had no attraction towards Alex, despite his good looks and charm.

"You should keep a close eye on your boyfriend, he seems to be getting a little grabby."

Sam looked over at the man who took a eat next to him. And he was a man in every definition of the word, broad shoulders, narrow waist and quite stocky. Sam was sure if they stood side by side he would be head and shoulders taller than the mystery man. Light brown hair cut short highlighted the most beautiful pair of green eyes Sam had ever seen.

Sam felt a unfamiliar jolt of attraction towards the man and his heart stuttered in his chest when the stranger smiled.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Good."

"Why is that good?"

"Means I wont feel like a jerk for flirting with you."

Sam raised his eyebrows at the man's bluntness. One look at the cocky, charming smile spreading over the man's face and he knew there was a very good chance he was in over his head. Sam was a flirter, but it never went beyond that.

As much as he would deny it Sam was a romantic at heart and instinct told him this charming man wouldn't be satisfied with easy banter and flirting. However Sam had never been very good at walking away and something about this man drew him in.

"Just because he's not my boyfriend, doesn't mean I'm single." Sam pointed out.

"True. But I find it highly unlikely." The man smirked and Sam was caught between being offended and ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

"How can you be so sure?" he demanded, licking his dry lips.

The man smiled and gestured for him to come closer, a plea Sam obeyed without hesitation. Those eyes were hypnotising.

"The same way I'm sure you're not twenty-one." he whispered so no one else could hear.

"And how did you possibly come to that conclusion?" Sam wondered, hiding his panic well. This was the only gay bar in town that didn't look like you'd be murdered in the parking lot and he didn't want to get banned for being underage.

The stranger chuckled which made Sam's stomach flip and his panic fade. A small part of his brain was ashamed at himself for swooning like a school girl but he pushed it away to deal with later.

"I'm good at reading people."

"Really? What can you read from me?" Sam asked softly. He leaned further forward so their faces were almost touching.

"Come with me and I'll tell you."

"And where would you be taking me?" Sam teased. He had a pretty good idea he knew exactly what was being offered. Of course he had no intention of going with him.

"My place."

"And what would we be doing at your place?" he enquired innocently, cocking his head.

"I'm sure we can think of something." The stranger whispered, cupping Sam's cheek and tracing a thumb across his plump bottom lip.

Sam's heart beat wildly against his chest and his breathing was erratic at best. There was no way he was going home with this man, this complete stranger. He knew better then to go home with random people, no matter how gorgeous they happened to be. No, he was going home and going to bed.

"Ok."

"Perfect! I hope you bought your car, I walked."

Sam nodded dumbly and it took him a second to realise that the stranger was standing up and waiting for him to follow. The still functioning part of his brain argued that he really shouldn't be going home with someone he only knew as 'the stranger.'

But then a hot touch ghosted down his neck as the man drifted hi finger tips across his skin. Screw the smart part of his brain for once Sam though as he allowed the man to guide him to the exit.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly when they reached the car, he would feel a lot better if he knew the man's name.

"Dean."

"I'm Sam."

"Nice to meet you Sam."

Sam shivered as Dean's warm breath tickled his neck.

"So where do you live?" Sam asked as they both slid into his car.

"Um….. 23 Rockdale street?"

Sam frowned at Dean's answer and pulling out the parking lot, a curl of worry twisted in his stomach.

"Why did that sound like a question?"

"Don't worry I'm not luring you to a empty house kill you, although I am planning on fucking you into the mattress. I moved here two days ago, I don't even know my phone number yet."

Sam blushed heavily at Dean's words, they made his skin tingle and his cock gave a twitch of interest.

"You're cute when you blush. You don't make a habit of going home with strangers do you?"

Sam breathed heavily and turned into what he hoped was Dean's driveway. "No."

He shifted to get out the car but Dean pulled him back. A warm pair of lips attached to his neck and sucked softly. Dean nipped and bit along Sam's smooth skin until he was blocked by his shirt, taking great pride in each whimper and moan.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dean murmured against his ear.

Sam thought for a moment. Did he want to do this? If he went inside the house he wouldn't be coming out a virgin, was he ready for that? Everyone said you never forgot your first time, is this what he wanted to remember? Sex with a guy he met fifteen minutes ago?

Dean licked the shell of Sam's ear and his entire body went limp.

"I'm sure."

He could feel Dean smile against his shoulder and he couldn't wait to feel the soft press of Dean's lips against his own. His entire body felt over sensitive and he was forced to contain a whimper when Dean's body heat disappeared and he was felt feeling cold. In his haze of desire and confusion he didn't even notice Dean pulling him roughly out of the car.

No one had ever made Sam feel like this. He felt wanted and desired and when Dean tucked him under a arm he a little bit loved. His nerves returned full force as he stood in Dean's living room. It was simple, a couch, television and half eaten Chinese take out sitting on a worn coffee table.

Dean was standing in front of him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and revealing a toned, muscles chest and a blonde snails trail leading tantalisingly under hi jeans. Sam had to bite the inside of his cheek to contain a rather embarrassing whimper. Dean noticed his hesitation and smiled sympathetically.

"When you're ready, I'll be waiting in the bedroom." Dean told him, moving into a room on Sam's right.

Sam breathed heavily and tried to calm himself down. He knew what he was doing, how hard could sex be? People do it every day, it can't be that complicated. But what if he wasn't any good? What if Dean was unsatisfied and kicked him out? A pair of boxers came flying out of Dean's bedroom and Sam's brain short circuited.

"Oh fuck it." he muttered, swallowing his nerves and insecurities. He could do this.

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Sam lay panting against the sweaty, twisted sheets. Dean's harsh breathing ruffled the stray pieces of hair that weren't glued down by sweat. Their naked skin was pressed together, making it difficult to cool down but neither had the energy nor the will to move. Dean entwined their legs and rolled onto his side, nuzzling into Sam's neck and enjoying the smell of sweat and sex which marked Sam at least temporarily as his.

"So?" Sam asked when his breathing had returned to normal.

"You were fucking brilliant." Dean hummed against Sam's shoulder.

Sam blushed at the praise and flicked Dean playfully. "That's not what I meant."

"I know, doesn't make it any less true."

Sam felt his face break into a wide smile, it was nice to hear he wasn't the only one having a good time.

"We had a deal. How did you know I'm not twenty-one?"

Dean chuckled and leaned up, balancing on hi elbow. He stroked Sam's arm, basking in he intimacy. "You pass for twenty-one because of your height, but you still have quite a bit of baby fat."

"Baby fat? That's your brilliant reasoning? Baby fat?"

"That and I watched you enter the club. I know a fake ID when I see one."

Sam laughed at Dean's answer and leaned down to kiss a tanned shoulder blade.

"When do you have to leave?" Dean murmured, caught between sleep and awake.

"Soon. My dad starts work early so he'll be awake in a few hours." Sam answered, feeling wrong for talking about his dad while still in post orgasm haze.

"How old are you?"

"Bit late to be asking me that don't you think? What are you gonna do if I'm fifteen?" Sam teased, running his fingers through Dean's hair. Something told Sam one night stands weren't supposed to be like this. This was intimate and gentle and Sam never wanted to leave Dean's arms. "I'm seventeen."

"I'm twenty-three."

"What?"

Sam looked at Dean shocked. He had known Dean was older than him, that was obvious but he never would have guessed twenty-three.

"Why so shocked? Never had sex with someone older then you?"

"Until twenty minutes ago I'd never had sex period." Sam said truthfully.

"Really? I took your virginity? Holy shit!"

"Is that a problem?" Sam asked unsure, not liking Dean's rather violent reaction.

"No of course not! I'm just a bit shocked, I've never had sex with a virgin before. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?" Dean demanded to know, eyes wide with worry.

Sam smiled softly at Dean's concern, a warm feeling spreading through his body. "I'm fine. A little sore but otherwise perfect."

They smiled at each other softly for a moment and moved closer for a kiss but before their lips could touch, the alarm on Sam's phone went off and blasted through the bedroom, telling him his dad would be awake in an hour.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yeah."

"Look I know when you came back with me, you knew that this was meant to be a one time deal but I'd really like to see you again."

"I'd like that too."

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By the time Sam slipped into bed he could hear John moving around the house. He knew meeting up with Dean again would be a bad idea. No one had ever made him feel the way Dean did and he could see himself falling for the man which could only end in heart break. Dean want boyfriend material, he knew that. However as much as he knew this would all end badly, he knew he couldn't stay away. Dean had shown him a whole new part of life, he'd never realised how addictive sex could be. But he didn't want sex with just anybody, he wanted sex with Dean.

He wanted to make Dean laugh and smile at him, not that fake smile he used but the proper brilliant, blinding smile Sam had seen. He nuzzled into his pillow with thoughts of Dean fluttering around in his head and eyelids drooping. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was close his eyes and drift off to sleep in his nice warm bed.

"Wake up Sam! We have a long day!" John bellowed from outside Sam's room, thumping on the door loudly.

Sam's eyes snapped open and he groaned, flipping over onto his back. Today was going to be a long day.

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There's my first chapter, I'll try to get the second up quickly. Remember please REVIEW!