#jealous sam

Dean can like a girl, kiss them, make out behind bleachers, fuck them on the couch afterwards, and he wouldn't care. Because Dean always goes back to him, so it's okay.

But for some reason, when Sam and Dean are finally in the same school at the same time, he doesn't like the guys that he hangs around. It's different, especially when Dean is handsy and touchy with one of them.

He huffs and puffs the whole way back to the motel as Dean tried to make him speak, but it just didn't work. It was no use, Sam was stubborn at this age.

He does this for nearly a week, so Dean just sort of leaves him alone. Sam hates it. Sam watches across the cafeteria as Dean is letting some random guy that means nothing get all over him, and for some reason that's what's making him mad. It just gets worse from then, the day he heard a rumor that Dean is kissing dudes now is when he really starts getting upset.

Sam assumed Dean only liked girls, and now he's kissing boys. Boys that shouldn't even be there, they shouldn't be allowed to kiss Dean.

It took Sam two days to muster the courage to ask Dean about it, and he couldn't hold his tears as he angrily asked if Dean even loves him anymore.

Dean says, "of course I do, what are you even talking about?" and that's when Sam just knew Dean wouldn't ever get it. He wouldn't understand how he feels unless he really showed him.

Nothing stopped Sam as he forced a big, awkward kiss to Dean's chin - he couldn't quite reach his lips, even on his tippy toes.

Dean was caught off guard, but when he looked down at Sam and saw how blown out his pupils were just from a simple peck he felt his own body start to feel exactly what Sam meant. The betrayal, the want, the pure need of brotherly love.

Dean stopped kissing girls and guys. He put it off saying he had something going on, he "can't let my old man know."

I mean…I don’t know, maybe I’m crazy. But I feel like Sam is being a little touchy, almost defensive, when talking about this. He keeps getting lost between themselves and their characters; “YOU didn’t have to sleep with one of HIS friends”, “oh I got to benefit from YOU sleeping with MY friend?”.

To be honest, I feel like he’s been quite possessive of Cait in these more current interviews, photo shoots, etc. (let’s all remember Sam making JB very uncomfortable and nervous during that particular photoshoot HAHA).

He’s making it blatantly obvious now, whereas it wasn’t as obvious in the past. The fact that he clearly is having trouble separating Cait from Claire, and himself from Jamie, well…pretty much enough said, right?

Sam has him on all fours, faced up right against the bed frame and wall. Dean’s one hand is just trying to hold himself up, but the other one is laid across the bed frame, fisted tight. His head is thrown back, resting now against Sam’s shoulder, and his face is contorted, more pain in it than he really feels.

Sam’s already pushed inside him, deep and slow and now presses down along him, chest to back. Sam’s own hand is gripped tight on Dean’s hip, the other one playing along his chest, moving up slowly to sit over his throat.

Sam’s tongue is on his neck, and Dean’s trying not to show his little brother how it affects him, trying not to make any noises that betray him. Sam knows how he makes him feel and Dean refuses to show it, not now when Sam’s just trying to prove a point, when he’s just trying to force Dean to show his vulnerabilities. And Sam’s just mad at him anyway, so he’ll take whatever anger Sam gives him but he’s not giving anything back.

Sam’s hand tightens on his throat, mouth moving up to whisper right in his ear, “you’re mine, Dean.”

The smallest sigh escapes Dean’s lips, still trying to keep his emotions to himself, and his ass clenches, involuntary reaction to Sam’s silken voice. But apparently it’s all Sam needs as encouragement, laughing lightly in his ear, hand stroking so gently down his neck.

“You like it slow, don’t you?” He pulls out slowly, snapping his hips back in a single, quick motion. “You like making love, Dean? Taking your time?”

Dean can’t stop himself now, air punched out of him, head falling forward, “shit.”

“I know you like it.” Another deep push of Sam’s hips, “I know you do, sweetheart.”

Dean is loosing his control and he moans out, hips pushing back and up into Sam, unconsciously opening up to him. His legs spread, too, and Sam slips just a little deeper, making Dean shake.

Sam’s next thrust is hard and fast, forgetting his earlier talk, straightening up to kneel fully behind Dean, both hands now holding onto his brother's hips. Sam gives his own hips a little roll, leveraging himself to start a quicker pace.

“Sammy.” Dean falls forward, face pushing into the pillow, all pretense dropping away.

It’s what Sam wants, what he’s been waiting for, and he doesn’t waste any more time. He sets an unrelenting pace, quick, shallow thrusts forcing the gasps and moans out of his brother. Sam wants Dean to remember who he belongs to. He wants to etch his name all along Dean's insides so he never forgets it.

Sam's name is a chant on Dean's lips, broken only by curses and whines, his big brother no longer thinking right. But Sam wants more, wants every inch of Dean's skin to remember his touch long after tonight, and he lets his hands wander over Dean's back and chest. They find Dean's nipples and Sam pinches, hard, making him cry out.

It doesn't take long after that, a few more deep thrusts finding Dean's prostrate and the older man falls apart underneath him, coming untouched, screaming his name. Sam can feel it around him, lets his hands fall to the bed to steady himself before trying to bury deeper into him, letting go a few moments later, spilling into Dean.

Sam lets it wash over him, can feel Dean shudder as he comes down, but waits until his breathing eases enough before pressing a kiss to Dean's shoulder and slipping out. Dean groans, shaking again as Sam pulls free, immediately sliding down to get comfortable, face down, on the bed.

Sam lays out next to him, hand playing over his back, "you're mine, too."

He's frowning, though the anger has died down in him, but he only did this tonight because Dean needs to understand it.

Sam's been on the receiving end of Dean's jealousy so many times and it's about time his brother learned it goes both ways. Dean has a bad way of thinking his love is entirely one-sided, when Sam's been screaming at him for years that it isn't, and Benny pushed him all the wrong ways. Benny broke Sam in a way he didn't think was possible and, now, here they are.

"I know." Dean mumbles into the pillow, unmoving.