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[SPN ficlet - Surrender - Sam/Dean (wee!cest) - R]
Title: Surrender
Author: Lily, annabeth_fics
Rating: R
Pairing: wee!cest (Sam/Dean)
Warnings: incest, language, underage (Sam: 13; Dean: 17) light angst, schmoop.
Spoilers: none, preseries.
Notes: written at work. I think this is the schmoopiest thing I've written so far for SPN. Um...no other notes, really.
word count: 532


Surrender

"Dean," whispered Sam, climbing into his brother's bed.

"Mmph," replied Dean, rolling over and enveloping Sam in his arms. "Hey, kiddo."

"I'm hungry and Dad's gone on a hunt."

Dean cracked open an eye. "You're not helpless, Sammy, make yourself something."

"No, Dean, that's not what I meant." He snuggled closer, inhaling against Dean's chest.

"Dude." Dean opened both eyes. "What time is it, anyway?"

"I think," Sam leaned up, draping himself over Dean so that he could see the bedside clock behind them. "One thirty."

"In the morning? Fu-- Er, darn, Sammy, what're you doing awake?"

Sam settled back against Dean's chest, fitting himself perfectly into the circle of Dean's arms.

"Dad woke me by accident when he left."

"C'mon, Sam, let's go to sleep." Dean closed his eyes and tightened his arms around Sam.

"I wanna--" Sam swallowed thickly. "Dean, I wanna -- no, I need -- to kiss you."

Dean's eyes popped open and he stared incredulously at Sam. "What the fuck, Sam? Are you crazy?"

Sam gripped his brother so tightly his fingers were digging into the indentations of Dean's spine.

"No," he whispered brokenly. "Just desperate."

"Sam, it's wrong. We're brothers and that's -- that's -- incest, Sam."

"I know what it is, Dean. I can read. But it feels right. I'm never gonna love anyone but you, Dean."

"Kiddo, you're only thirteen. You can't possibly know that, and besides, you're just misinterpreting natural feelings. You're projecting because I'm the only person you see regularly besides Dad."

Sam sat up and cuffed Dean on the side of the head. "Mr. Psychologist, right. You have no idea what you're talking about."

Dean sat up too and restrained both of Sam's wrists.

"Go back to your own bed, Sam; I'm not kissing my baby brother."

"I'm not a baby, Dean." And Sam leaned forward and touched their mouths together softly.

---

It was like Dean had been electrified. And when Sam's little tongue tentatively touched Dean's lower lip, he released Sam's wrists and gathered him up against his chest, kissing him back, persuading Sam to part his lips, and probing Sam's mouth gently with his tongue.

Sam got the hang of it immediately and Dean was overcome by the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Sam was right and this was the natural, inevitable progression of their relationship.

He carefully ended the kiss, bringing his hands up to Sam's face, pushing back the long bangs.

"Listen, baby, this doesn't change anything. I'm not gonna do anything besides kiss you."

Sam smiled, his lips wet and shiny and puffy, and lay his head against Dean's chest.

"I'm not crazy, Dean. Dad would kill you if you 'violated' your little brother."

"Which is why he better never find out. C'mon, Sammy. Let's go to sleep." And Dean lay down, arranging Sam against him, Sam's head in the crook of his shoulder and his palm resting open over Dean's heart.

"This belongs to me, you know," Sam said, and yawned. When Dean was sure his little brother was asleep, he whispered against his ear, disturbing the soft flyaway curls there.

"I know it does, Sam. Always."

end.