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Sam's first school dance didn't go exactly as he'd hoped. Luckily, he's got Dean (plus a bottle of Jack) to make it better.
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- Part 1 of Baby Boy Verse
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The other two in the series are just PWP, but this first one is a bit more revealing of the brothers, their relationship, and their different paths through life, and I love the sweet-sadness of it.
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One time, Sam had seen this cat in a store Dad thought was haunted, and it had walked across this table-display of spindly wine glasses, walked all in between them without ever knocking one over. That was how his brother moved; all smooth and easy like the world would just move a little to the left if he asked it to, and it probably would. Dean never tripped over his own giant feet or had bruises all over from accidentally walking into stuff. Because God didn't hate Dean, just Sam, which was even more unfair.
In fact the only decent thing God had ever done for Sam was to give him Dean, which made it a real shame that Sam was going to have to kill him now because the bastard was fucking snickering.
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"You're too good for her, baby boy."
And there wasn't a single time that hearing Dean call him that hadn't made Sam hard as fucking steel since the very first time he realized that it only happened when there was going to be the Something. The kissingtouchingfuckingcomingwrongright Something.
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There was nothing but the sound of cicadas humming in the trees when he at last came down, Dean already piecing himself back together. Sam was used to the mingle of satisfaction and hunger and regret on Dean's face afterward, but it didn't make it sting any less. It was the moment he knew he was always going to be the screwed up kid; that no life he built out of lies would ever make him anything other than the guy who couldn't kiss Melissa Morris, but knew what every inch of his brother's dick felt like inside of him. It happened every time, and the worst part was the realization, every time, that he really didn't care as much as he should.
Dean sighed and put his hand across the back of Sam's neck, looking sad for the half second before his usual grin turned back up and he ruffled Sam's hair. The engine roared to life again and they slowly pulled back onto the road and the life they pretended was enough.