Suggested by: @beyond_shank
A/N: The portion in quotations is from a tumblr post. I do not own it
"Sam is eight when he throws is arms around Dean's neck and pecks him right on the mouth, beaming up against his larger than life sunshine bright big brother.
John grasps Sam by the T-shirt, pulls him away from Dean, and barks: "That's not something you do to your brother, Sam."
Sam looks at John, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling. "But I love him, daddy." little Sammy says quietly, trying to crawl back onto Dean's lap.
John seperates them again, rougher this time. "Not like that, you don't," John snarls, before he snatches a bottle of Jack from the table and storms off.
*
Sam is eighteen when John, after ten long years of Jack, denial and sorrowful rage, drags Sam out to the parking lot. John shoves Sam's acceptance letter against his chest as he speaks, slowly and menacingly. "You're going to California, Sam. Go to California, or so help me I will find another way to keep you from him. You understand me, son?"
Sam's eyes glitter beneath fluorescent light with unshed, furious tears. He swallows, then he says, "I love him," and his voice breaks under John's sickened glare. "Dad," Sam begs as his head drops. "Dad, please don't make me leave him"
John's face turns ashen, bile rising in his throat. "The way you love him ain't right, Sammy. Never was""
Sam followed his father's wishes and went to California.
*
Sam is twenty-one when he finishes law school. He goes back to John and Dean. It is night when he arrives to their motel room. He slips into the door Dean left unlocked for him, knowing he was coming.
"Sammy", he heard his older brother's voice in the darkness.
"It's me, Dean" Sam replied, eyes stinging with tears. Dean scooted over in his bed. "Where's Dad?" Sam asked, reluctant to lay with Dean.
"He's out, probably getting drunk in some bar, most likely won't be back before morning" Dean replied, sadness in his voice.
Sam slowly laid next to Dean. All these years, not being allowed to show his feelings for his older brother, just because their father found it revolting. Eventually, he relaxed next to Dean's body.
"I missed you" Dean whispered.
"I missed you, too" Sam whispered back, exhaustion from his flight back from California overtaking him.
There was a loud crash when John finally made his way back to the motel room. The last three years did nothing for his alcoholism. Upon arriving into the doorway, he saw his younger son laying in bed with the older of his boys. In a drunken rage, he stormed to the bed and yanked Sam out by the arm.
"What have I told you! You two are brothers! You don't love each other! You are a revolting, disgusting human being! I made you to go California so you could get over this bullshit! Nothing about you is right!" he shouted into Sam's face. Sam could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his breath. He froze, too terrified of his father to react. Is that really how he felt about him? His own son? Once more, terrified, angry tears brimmed at Sam's eyes.
"Dad! Stop it!" Dean suddenly shouted. John, who was surprised that his older son actually spoke to him in that tone, let go of Sam. Dean quickly got up and pulled Sam away from John. His arms wrapped around his younger brother. Sam finally began to cry in the protection of Dean. All these years of trying to be strong against John. All these tears over his homophobic father always trying to separate him from the one person he loved. His hands gripped the back of Dean's T-shirt as sobs wracked his body. Dean soothingly rubbed his back and shushed him. John stared at the scene before him in total shock. Dean looked up and glared at his father. "You were the one who made him leave? Look what you are doing to your son. You are supposed to love him unconditionally" He pulled Sam closer. Sam was beginning to calm in his brother's arms. Dean kissed his forehead.
Suddenly, John exploded. "To hell with both of you" (I just realized the irony of that statement) He turned around and stumbled back out of the motel room, slamming the door so hard that the wall decorations shook.
"He's gone" Dean whispered, "He can't do anything to you now"
"I fucking hate him" Sam said quietly, "I hate him so much"
"I know, Sammy, but don't worry. I'm here for you now. I'll always be here for you"
"Thirteen years, Dean. Thirteen years that man has looked at me like I was a disgusting animal"
"I know Sammy, I know. I remember those years, but you don't have to worry about him. I love you. I've always loved you, that's all that matters" Sam finally took his head out of Dean's shoulder, finally giving Dean the chance to crash their lips together. Sam immediately responded. He had been waiting for this for so many years. Dean pulled away, Sam following his lips slightly, not wanting the kiss to end. "Whataya say we get out of here before Dad comes back?"
Sam quickly nodded and stood up. Dean stood after him and looked at his tear-stained T-shirt and smiled.
"Sorry" Sam apologized sheepishly, noticing the wet marks his sobbing left.
Without saying another word, Dean changed his shirt, and threw the rest of his clothes into a duffel bag, along with a few of his hunting weapons. He held his free hand out to Sam. Sam gripped his hand, interlacing their fingers, and allowed Dean to guide him out to the parking lot.
"Looks like Dad left me the Impala" Dean said an angry undertone to his voice. He quickly tossed his duffel bag into the back of the vehicle and got into the drivers seat.
Sam smiled at the anger his older brother had toward their father. The tires of the Impala screeched against the pavement as Dean stamped on the accelerator, leaving their alcoholic father and years of psychological abuse behind to begin their lives together, without having to worry about being torn apart again.
