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The brilliant sunset signaled that another long day was drawing to a close across the rows of houses in Oregon. The last rays of sunlight, glowing a fiery orange, slipped through the window of a motel room, casting their light on the younger Winchester. Sam sat at the desk, his skilled fingers tapping across the laptop keyboard. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening and a few clumsy footsteps.
“Dean’s back” Sam thought. He stood up and moved toward where he could catch sight of his brother. And there he was, Dean… but not quite the Dean he saw every day. Standing before Sam was a teenage boy, dressed in the oversized clothes Dean had been wearing when he left the room this afternoon. The boy looked at Sam with those familiar green eyes, his freckled face set in an unmistakably displeased expression.
- “Dean?” - Sam called cautiously.
- “Yeah, it’s me” - Dean replied, his voice edged with irritation.
- “Dean!? What the hell happened to you?! Are you okay?!”
- “I was tracking a demon bitch out to an abandoned factory. Then out of nowhere another bitch ambushed me. When I came to, as al-freaking-ways I was tied down on a floor that was filthier than the demons themselves! And you know what? That bitch introduced herself as a witch who was pissed off because I messed up her plans. Then ta-da! She chanted some spell and now I’m like this!”
Dean punctuated the end of his story with exaggerated flair, throwing both hands out for emphasis, letting the oversized jeans slide down his now-slender teenage legs.
- “And no! I'm not okay!”
Silence settled over the motel room before Sam cautiously spoke again.
- “So…you were cursed by a witch? Where’s this witch now?”
- “Damn right, dude!! And as for where that freaking bitch is, only God himself would know!!”
- “And how did you even get back here…? Wait, don’t tell me you…drove the car yourself?!”
- “What, you think I was gonna sit there and die of lung cancer in that dusty factory, dude? Your brother is handsome, not stupid.”
- “But...you’re underage!"
- “I’m thirty, for crying out loud!”
Another stretch of silence followed as the two brothers simply stared at each other. Sam drew in a breath and let it out, realizing that Dean had just endured a pretty rough day and now wasn’t the time to start a childish argument.
- “Alright, Dean. I’ll dig around and see if there’s any way to reverse the spell. As for you, you should go take a shower. Might help you feel a little better. Sound good?”
- “Yeah, okay thought you’d never tell me to. I smell like I just dug up ten graves.”
A few minutes later, Sam heard the bathroom door open, and Dean stepped out with only a towel wrapped around his slender waist. Droplets of water slid from the soft hair down the smooth skin of Dean’s now-slim fitted upper body. Then, Sam realized he had been holding his breath all this time. He swallowed hard. He'd always thought his brother was hot and sexy. But now, Sam decided to add the word "cute" to his vocabulary because of this teenage Dean. He just wanted to pin him down on the bed, kiss his plump lips until he was gasping for air, and mark his young body all over.
- “Have you found anything yet?” - Dean asked while putting on clothes that were still a little too big for him.
- “Not yet, but I’ll spend some more time trying to figure it out.” - Sam cleared his throat before speaking, hoping his older brother wouldn’t notice the inappropriate thoughts that had just crossed his mind.
- “Okay, I’m going to sleep now.” - Dean said.
- “This early? You haven’t even had dinner yet.”
- “I’m skipping dinner. This muscle-growing body of mine makes me feel worse than hunting a Vampire, a Werewolve and a Wendigo all in the same day.”
With that, Dean flopped onto the bed and quickly drifted off.
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Hours later, after a quick dinner and some research, Sam had finally found a few useful pieces of information. He called Dean a few times, but only the sound of steady breathing answered him. Moving closer with the intention of waking him, Sam was met by the sight of his brother's long, graceful eyelashes and lips tinted a candy-like red.
“God, he looks so charming.”
Sam leaned down, bringing his lips close to Dean’s. Just as their lips were about to touch, Dean suddenly woke up. Sam quickly drew back, trying to steady his racing heartbeat.
- "Sammy? What’s wrong?"
- "Uhhh nothing. It’s just… I found out some information related to your current situation."
- "Great. I'm all ears." - Dean sat up on the bed, looking at his younger brother with curious eyes.
- "I’ve got one bad news and one good news. Which one do you wanna hear first?"
- "Hit me with the bad news. I wanna know just how bad it can be."
- “The bad news is, this curse won’t just disappear over time.”
- “Okay, I kind of expected that. So what’s the good news?”
- “The good news is, I read that the only way to reverse it is for the victim to do whatever they desired most at the age they were transformed.”
- “So… I have to do the thing I wanted most when I was…uh…fourteen?”
- “Mm-hmm, yeah exactly.”
Dean started to think and began listing out to Sam anything that came to mind, like having a whole day with no hunts, playing video games for hours, eating loads of pie…
- “Okay, then tomorrow we’ll drop everything and try every single thing you can think of, just to see where it all leads.”
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The next morning, the very first thing Dean insisted on doing was having as much pie as possible for breakfast. As he popped a bite of egg into his mouth, Sam silently hoped that Dean wouldn’t end up with a stomachache after this stunt.
- “Want some, Sammy?”
- “Uh, no, I’m good. And you should slow down before you choke yourself.”
Watching Dean’s cheeks puff up from stuffing so much food in at once, Sam couldn’t help but find it adorable instead of ridiculous. Maybe this was that “love filter” people always talked about.
After polishing off five whole pies, the two of them waited to see if Dean would turn back to normal.
One minute passed.
Then three.
Then five.
Still nothing happened.
- “Okay, then I guess this isn’t what you wanted to do most when you were fourteen.”
- “So, how about you take me to the arcade next?” - Dean shrugged.
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Once there, Dean bounced from game to game with restless energy. He especially loved the shooting games and Sam had to admit, Dean was just as good at them as he was at taking down the real monsters.
For a moment, the two of them seemed to forget all about the witch’s spell. Watching his teenage older brother’s face light up and hearing that carefree, ringing laughter, Sam finally understood why Dean always stepped in and meddled with everything Sam did: it was all because he wanted to protect his baby brother who would always remain the little six-month-old Sammy that he had saved on that fateful day.
As for Sam, he was ready to sacrifice his life for Dean not only because they shared the same Winchester family bloodline, but because, for a long time, Sam had been in love with his brother in a way that went beyond ordinary sibling bonds. Even during his time at Stanford, what he tried hardest to do was to forget the shadow of a jerk named Dean Winchester. After all the twists and turns, Sam understood that the hunter’s life would cling to him forever, or rather, that he himself could never truly let go of Dean.
- “Sam? Sammy? Sam!!!” - Dean’s voice yanked him out of his thoughts.
- “Yeah, Dean?”
- “Damn it, Sam! I’ve been hollering my throat raw here! Where the hell did you let your soul wander off to?”
- “Nowhere, sorry. I just got a little distracted. Did you need something?”
- “Let’s play the racing game! I bet even at fourteen I can still leave you in the dust!” - The boyish gleam on Dean’s face only made his words more mischievous.
Sam chuckled and followed Dean to the racing machine. Whether it was the skilled driver’s blood running through Dean’s veins or simply Sam letting the teenager win, Sam lost badly.
- “Man you’re suck, Sammy.”
- “Shut up, jerk.”
- “Bitch.”
The rumbling of two hungry stomachs cut their conversation short. It was only then that the Winchester brothers realized they’d spent a full four hours inside the arcade, and if they didn’t get something to eat soon, there might just be two angry spirits lurking, ready to follow the next customers who walked into the place to mug them for food.
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- “Seriously, Dean?”
- “What?”
- “Your body is, like, a size M and you ordered a triple-XL cheeseburger practically the size of a planet!”
- “Come on, Sammy. I’m a growing boy. I swear the metabolism in this body is insane!”
Before Sam could fire back, the waitress arrived with the coke Dean had ordered earlier and it was big enough to quench the thirst of an army.
- “Your son sure has a healthy appetite!” - the waitress’s comment left the brothers frozen stiff for a good five seconds even after she’d walked away.
- “Sammy, she thought you were my dad!” - Dean burst out laughing. “Maybe you should rethink all that constant frowning, huh?”
Sam’s face looked like 'someone' had just stolen his laptop to watch porn.
But then Sam's mind suddenly flashed with the image of Dean lying on his stomach on the crumpled motel sheets, his sweaty body glistening in the flickering light from the window. His eyes were closed, enjoying every wave of pleasure, his slender, youthful back arched from his brother's powerful thrusts. Moans mixed with passionate "daddy" calls kept flowing from his enchanting lips.
- “Sam? Sammy!!”
- “Yeah, Dean?” - Sam jolted, his face flushing bright red.
- “You okay? This is the second time today I’ve had to call you until my voice is hoarse and you didn’t answer once.”
- “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just…um…thinking about what we should do next since you’re still not back to normal, that’s all.”
Sam lowered his eyes to the plate of fresh salad in front of him, acutely aware that the words were a flat-out lie. Not completely, though, because he was genuinely worried about his brother’s condition. Still, in his mind, he could faintly hear the call ‘daddy’ in a somewhat youthful voice, coming from the realm of illusion. The conflict left his mind a bit dizzy, and his face still bore a faint blush.
- “So…have you figured anything out yet?”
- “Not really. For now, all we know is that what you truly desire most isn’t shoving a mountain of pies into your stomach or working up a sweat at the arcade. Or maybe it’s not even finishing this entire triple-XL combo.”
- “Yeah, probably not.” - Dean shoved the last scraps of his burger into his mouth, chewing messily, and drained the remaining coke in one go. He shrugged, making a gesture that clearly said “Yep, still me, the 14-year-old version.”
- “But I just thought of something…we’re going to rent a few movies and watch them together.”
- “Movies? But we watch stuff together all the time when Dad’s out hunting. How could that possibly be the thing you want to do most?”
- “So what? There’s no harm in trying, right? Even now, your big brother’s still crazy about movies!”
- “Fine."
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About an hour later, the Winchester brothers had the motel room all set up like a mini movie theater with a stack of DVDs, a few bags of chips, a couple of beers and some cans of soft drink, since Sam insisted Dean wasn’t allowed any beer until he was back in his thirty-year-old body.
They drew the curtains and settled in, watching one movie after another on the squeaky twin beds that creaked like something straight out of a horror flick every time they shifted.
But the cozy atmosphere stirred up in Dean a handful of rare, happy memories from their childhood. Back then, little Sammy would always fall asleep before the credits rolled, and Dean would quietly pull the blanket over him and whisper a soft goodnight, though he never knew if Sam ever actually heard it.
Dean stole a glance at Sam, wondering if his brother was lost in the same memories he’d just wandered through. But the room was too dark for him to make out Sam’s features. With a small pout, he turned his attention back to the TV. Unaware that on the other bed, Sam was secretly watching him too. Of course, Sam remembered those old times just as clearly, and of course he’d heard every single goodnight Dean had ever whispered.
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- “I swear, even if I’ve watched this movie a hundred times, it’s still freaking awesome!” - Dean exclaimed as the credits began to roll across the TV screen.
On the other side, silence was the only response. Sensing something off, he tiptoed toward Sam. The younger man’s head rested against the headboard, eyes shut, breathing slow and steady. Just like when they were kids, his little brother had fallen asleep before the movie even ended again.
Dean softly called Sam’s name a few times, testing to see if he was truly asleep. When there was no response, he gently brushed aside the stray locks of hair falling across Sam’s handsome face and placed a quick yet tender kiss at the corner of his mouth. He lingered for a moment, quietly tracing every line of his brother’s features with a gaze both gentle and tinged with sadness, before stepping toward the door. Grabbing his jacket, Dean slipped out of the room in silence.
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Sam stirred awake at the faint clinking of canned food.
- “What are you doing, Dean?” - he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
- “Well, well, Sleeping Beauty wakes up just in time for the dinner I so graciously prepared. Absolutely perfect timing.” - Dean teased in that all-too-familiar tone. Only this time, for some reason Sam couldn’t quite name, it carried a subtle difference.
Dean lifted a small pot off the tiny stovetop and poured the gooey contents onto a plate. At the mention of 'dinner', Sam instinctively slid into the chair by the little table. Only when the plate landed in front of him did he finally recognize what that mess actually was.
- “SpaghettiOs?”
- “Uh huh. And we’ve got Lucky Charms with milk, too” - Dean announced, setting down the colorful cereal box and a carton with a goofy little cow on the table.
- “Back to the good old days, huh?”
- “Yeah.”
By now, Sam could say for sure that his hunch had been right. Dean hadn’t spoken a single word through the entire meal, and the two of them had simply revisited old childhood memories in a heavy, uneasy silence.
"There’s no way he’s mad at me just because I fell asleep during the movie…right?" - Sam thought.
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After clearing away the dishes, Sam walked over and sat down on his own bed. He decided it was time to break this strange, stifling silence.
“So… uh, you think being my personal chef was the one thing you wanted most when you were fourteen?”
“The idea just kinda popped into my head.” Dean muttered. “But you can see it yourself, I’m still not back to normal.”
Sam could feel the frustration laced with quiet disappointment in Dean’s words. It clenched around his heart like a tightening fist, and at the same time, it urged him toward doing something reckless and foolish.
- “Dean, I want you to know this. You’ve always been there, watching over me and taking care of me all this time without a single complaint. So even if you never turn back to the way you were, you’ll still be my Dean. I’ll see this as my chance to finally give back what you truly deserve… and… yeah…” Sam’s voice faltered.
- “I love you, Dean. I have for a very long time. I don’t want to be just your little brother anymore. I want to be your partner for life.”
Sam's confession left Dean stunned for several seconds. Startled by what he had just said, Sam opened his mouth to defend himself. But before any words could come out, Dean suddenly leaned up and pressed his lips to Sam's. And this time, it was Sam who felt confused.
Dean's tongue traced lightly along Sam’s lips, still pressed shut in stunned surprise. His eyes slid closed as his fingers threaded into the younger man’s soft hair, guiding the kiss deeper and hotter. Those fervent touches tugged Sam’s mind back to the present, and he parted his lips just slightly to return the hungry kiss of the one he loved. Receiving the answer he wanted, Dean became bolder. He climbed on top of Sam, sitting comfortably on his toned thighs. Just like that, he let Sam's naughty hands slide down his back to his small waist. Dean moaned in satisfaction as Sam touched and caressed his plump ass. The sound of wet lips and tongues filled the room.
Their lips only parted when they ran out of air. The two brothers' hot breaths mingled, the tingling sensation still spreading through their bodies after the passionate kiss.
- "Take me, Sam."
- "You sure?"
Dean's cheeks were flushed with arousal, making Sam feel his crotch tighten even more. Still, he wanted to make sure Dean wouldn't regret it the next morning.
- "Yeah, I'm sure. Make me yours." - Dean whispered seductively into Sam's ear.
Just waiting for that, Sam slipped his hands under Dean's ass and easily lifted his teenage body and pressed him down on the bed that smelled of his younger brother. Sam's passionate actions were in stark contrast to his usual virtuous image, surprising Dean.
- "Wow, I didn't expect you...!!"
Sam quickly took off Dean's t-shirt, jeans, and underwear. Looking at the naked body before his eyes, Sam began to understand the thoughts of the Vampires when they heard the sound of blood flowing through the veins of their prey.
- "Sammy...doesn't it seem unfair that I am the only one naked like this?" - Dean whined. He didn't know where his brother learned that whining habit, but he suddenly found it adorable.
Sam chuckled, starting to take off his shirt and jeans, revealing his sculpted upper body. Dean's mouth watered, wanting to run his tongue over the lines of those muscles, but he quickly swallowed the thought.
"When the hell did my little brother get so good looking?" - Dean thought.
- "If you keep using that tone with me, I'll make sure you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow." - Sam sucked and bit the skin on Dean's neck while whispering in a hoarse voice.
Dean didn't know if he was always this sensitive or if it was because he was making love to the person in his heart that his body kept trembling with each kiss on the skin on his neck. Sam's big hand kneaded on his hip, causing the teenage Dean's small cock to twitch, leaking precum.
After feeling satisfied with the hickeys on his brother's neck, Sam's wet tongue slid along from Dean's collarbone down to his soft breasts. The younger man half-teased and half-caressed the teen's pink nipples in his mouth, causing lewd moans to escape from his plump lips.
- "Hmmm....Sam....stop....I'm not a woman....and it feels weird...." - Despite of saying that, Dean unconsciously puffed out his chest as if inviting Sam.
Sam let out a dry, derisive chuckle at the contradiction between Dean’s reaction and his words.
- “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”
- “Hey, I’m not lying!”
- “So what’s this then? I remember I haven't even touched it yet.”
Sam caressed Dean's erect small cock making him close his eyes, his hips moving to the rhythm of Sam's. This cute and adorable expression made Sam's eyes lingering.
- "Sam...Sammy....I think I'm about to...."
Following that, a stream of hot semen shot into Sam's large, calloused hand. Without hesitation, he licked up Dean's fluids, the scene so sultry that even a womanizer like Dean blushed and his heart pounded.
- "Sam....you--!!"
- "Dean, where did you put the lube?"
- "Oh uh....it's in my pocket."
Before Dean could even think of an answer to the question 'how did he know I had lube?', he felt his legs being spread open and Sam's lube-soaked finger rubbing the hole between his ass cheeks.
- "You ready?"
Dean nodded slightly. Receiving his consent, Sam carefully observed the teen's expression while gently using his finger to spread him open. No matter the circumstances, Sam never wanted to hurt or see Dean in pain.
One finger...
Two fingers....
Then three fingers....
- "Sam....enough....please...." - Dean whispered between panting and lustful moans.
- "Please what, Dean? You know you have to be extra clear so I can understand what you want." - Sam teased, sometimes being a jerk is okay, right?
- "Please....fuck me...stuff your cock into my hole..." - Dean coquettishly used his foot to rub against Sam's bulging underwear.
Sam curled his lips at his brother's boldness. Dean was always like that, a sex bomb that made people think of only naughty things, whether in his thirty-year-old form or as a fourteen-year-old boy.
- "Okay, but it might hurt."
The moment Sam took off the last thing on his body, Dean understood what 'it might hurt' meant. He'd seen so many porn videos, but the thing between his brother's legs was definitely the biggest potato he'd ever seen. Smelling the hesitation, the big puppy Sam Winchester blinked his sparkling eyes.
- “Um… Dean… if you want, we can stop…”
Sam’s sulky face only sparked Dean’s teasing streak.
- “Yeah… I think we should stop, ’cause that thing of yours definitely isn’t gonna fit.”
Just as Dean predicted, Sam’s expression immediately darkened.
- “Hopeless. Who told you to be so huge? Your big brother here isn’t exactly into getting hurt during sex.” Dean snickered inwardly, continuing to play the victim.
- “Okay… then I’ll just go take care of it myself…”
The moment Sam started to stand, Dean threw all his weight forward, shoving Sam back onto the bed. The mattress groaned in protest under the sudden force.
- “Dean?! What are you doing?!”
Sam watched in surprise as Dean straddled his hips. He almost couldn't help but moan as Dean rubbed his smooth ass cheeks against his cock.
- "I was just kidding. I've taken care of everything for you since you were little. Why can't I take care of your sexual needs now?" - Dean winked mischievously and applied more lubricant to Sam's manhood.
Dean took Sam's cock and slowly sat on it, feeling the large thing slowly filling him up. Dean bit his lip as he felt a slight pain, his small teenage body trying to adjust to the formidable length but he still tried to relax so as not to hurt Sam. At the same time, Sam could obviously feel the soft and wet muscles squeezing his cock, it felt great but he didn't want to see his brother get hurt.
- “Dean, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”
- “No, I want to do this, Sam. Just let me, okay?”
If what usually melted Dean’s heart was Sam's pitiful puppy-dog eyes, then this determined gaze was something Sam simply couldn’t brush aside. He stayed silent, quietly agreeing and gently rubbed those slender thighs as if to say I trust you.
Somewhere a few minutes later, Dean began to move his hips. The moans of pleasure gradually increased from both of them. The creaking sound from the bed also became louder as Dean's hips moved more and more enthusiastically. The slurping sound from their intercourse echoed in the air thick with the smell of sex, increasing the excitement of their lovemaking. Sam vaguely thought that if Dean was Siren here to ask him to sell his soul, Sam would not hesitate and immediately nod.
Sam pulled Dean into a deep kiss and flipped him over, placing his brother under him. As if he had been waiting for this for a long time, the teenage boy wrapped his arms around Sam's broad shoulders. Dean's nails left countless scratches on the other's back as the younger Winchester brother took the initiative to thrust into the most sensitive spot inside him.
- "Oh...fuck....Sam....damn it....that feels so good....you're so good at fucking...."
If only Dean knew how much that passionate whisper had affected the little bit of sanity Sam had managed to maintain up until now. If only Dean knew that Sam had pictured him under him countless times in his mind, but none of the pictures were as vivid as this 'reality' one. If only Dean knew that every time Sam saw him having fun with girls, Sam thought he could replace Leviathan as the 'Prince of Envy'.
- "Dean, call 'daddy'." - Sam demanded while still thrusting.
- "Daddy...daddy..." - The wave of pleasure had completely taken over Dean's mind.
- "Such an obedient slut, Dean."
Sam smirked when he felt Dean's hole tightening around his large cock. He would make a mental note of Dean liking to be called 'obedient slut'.
- "Sammy....ah...I think I'm about to come again....What are you doing!?"
Dean exclaimed, looking at Sam with green eyes glistening with physiological tears as Sam gently squeezed the head of his brother's small cock.
- "I want us to come together. Is that okay, Dean?"
Dean nodded in agreement and pursed his lips in resignation. Sam gently lifted his brother's hips and tenderly kissed his forehead, eyelids, and the tip of his nose as if to comfort him. The change in position also made Dean feel Sam's cock going deeper. His whole body trembled, his legs wrapped tightly around Sam's shapely hips and his toes curled in extreme arousal.
- "Dean, I'm...about to cum..."
Sam loosened his grip and began to stroke Dean's small cock. The older Winchester felt dizzy from the increasing pace of his baby brother's thrusts.
- "I love you, Sam! I love you very much!!"
That sweet and affection confession became an unexpectedly powerful catalyst. Sam shot a hot, thick stream of semen into Dean, who then shot all over his slim belly.
Sam pulled Dean into his strong chest, kissing his brown hair. Dean's eyes were still dazed after the intense lovemaking.
- "I love you too, Dean. More than you can imagine."
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The next morning, Dean woke up with his body soaked in the smell of sex, his hips and waist aching from overexertion, and to top it all off, a thick stream of sticky liquid was running from between his ass cheeks.
"This brat didn't even bother to clean me up after fucking!"
Dean turned to look at the culprit, still drooling and snoring away without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the fact that his older brother right beside him was plotting to punch him square in the nose.
But wait, something isn't right. Of course, having sex with your brother is definitely not right. Dean threw back the covers and looked at his body. From his hands to his feet to his manhood. Contrary to the usual thinking that he would scream with joy when he returned to his old form, Dean just sat there on the bed, frozen. A flood of memories flashed through his mind.
After a while, Dean realized that what he longed for most at fourteen was
"To have his feelings returned by the one he loved the most."