Well this will be a few chapters long and I hope you enoy it.

WARNING: this is SLASH and Sam is underage. If that bothers you, I'm not forcing you to read it.


Dean woke with a low groan, his head throbbed and his mouth tasted like ash. Wincing as the morning sunlight made its way under his eye lids causing colour to blot in front of his eyes. He tried to remember where he had been the previous night and came up blank. As he eyes adapted to the light and his headache dulled to a continuous ache, he realised he was at least in his own motel room which was a huge comfort. Slowly his brain returned to its normal speed and he began to asses his situation.

The only thing Dean remembered from the night before was amazing sex but he couldn't put a face or body to the memory. All he could remember was a mop of shaggy brown hair and a pair of big brown eyes. Giving up on trying to remember for the moment he started to stretch out his body and froze when his arm hit something warm and solid on the other side of the bed. Being careful not to make any unnecessary movements he turned his head to the right.

"Fuck"

There laying next to him was a boy with a mop of brown hair and although he was still sleeping Dean would be willing to bet if he was awake they would be a warm chocolate brown. It was not the fact that he had fucked a guy last night that made Dean want to run away with his tail between his legs, no Dean had spent the night with plenty of men. The problem was the fact that the boy next to him was just that, a boy, a kid. No more then seventeen.

"I am so screwed"

Normally Dean didn't mind a bit of a age difference, a fuck was a fuck. However a thirteen year age difference wasn't just wrong, it was illegal. And although he had no problem breaking the law, the knowledge he had spent the night fucking a kid made him feel like a creepy old pervert.

Dean broke out of his thoughts as the boy shifted and rolled over, giving Dean a perfect view of his creamy white skin and the blanket barely covered his hips. Dean fought the temptation to reach over and pull the blanket down just a little further. The boys lips were pink and looked soft as silk and his eyelashes brushed his cheeks and Dean wished he could remember the night before.

"Yep I'm screwed"

Dean slowly wiggled out of bed, trying not to wake the boy. He couldn't deal with that at the moment. He flinched as he realised he was naked, another reminder of what he had done. Dean quickly pulled on the pair of jeans laying at the bottom of the bed and searched through his duffle bag, looking for his mobile. Every now and then he cast a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure the boy was still sleeping. Dean gave a quiet cheer as he found the phone and quickly pressed speed dial one.

"Come on answer the phone" Dean growled as the ring tone continued.

"What?"

"Dad?"

"Who else would it be?"

"Stupid question" Dean gave a nervous laugh.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"I'm in a bit of a situation"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the motel. Where are you?"

"An old friends. Pete. He might have a hunt for us"

"Oh ok"

"Dean seriously, what's wrong?"

"I woke up this morning this guy was in bed with me"

"Dean, we've talked about this. I don't care what you do behind closed doors, but I don't want to hear about it"

"Yeah I know dad. But I really screwed up this time"

"What? He has a family? Wife? Kids?"

"I wish. He's a kid dad, no older the seventeen"

"Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I didn't plan it! I don't even remember it!"

"Has he woken up yet?"

"No. He's a heavy sleeper"

"I'll be there in twenty minutes"

"Thanks dad"

"Don't thank me yet. And Dean?"

"Yeah"

"When this is over, we are having a very long talk"

Dean winced as his dad hung up.

"What time is it?"

Dean whirled around as the groggy voice came from the bed. The boy was awake and rubbing his eyes.

"Uh . . . . . Nine o'clock" Dean stuttered. 'Just my luck'

The boy stretched and wiped his head through his already messy hair. Dean was stunned, the boy was even more beautiful awake, his skin flushed pink and his eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked, his voice full of concern.

"Yeah . . . I'm fine. Um . . . Do you remember last night?" Dean asked dreading the answer.

"Kinda hard to forget" The boy chuckled.

"Could you tell me what happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"No"

"Well we met in the bar down the road, we started talking, you invited me back to your motel room and we fucked like rabbits" The boy smiled.

Dean winced. "How old are you?"

The boy's smile faded a little "Sixteen"

"Fuck" Dean swore.

"I'm sorry" The boy blurted out.

"What? Why are you sorry?"

"I told you I was twenty one" The boy blushed.

"And I believed that?"

"You were pretty drunk"

"Oh"

"I'm Sam by the way"

"Dean"

Dean was overwhelmed by the sense of relief that washed over him. He hadn't known the kid was sixteen, he hadn't knowingly fucked a teenager.

"Um . . .I had better go" Sam blushed and moved out from under the blanket to pick up his clothes.

"No. It's ok. I can't kick you out without breakfast" Dean offered.

He didn't want Sam to leave. The kid interested him and despite what many people thought, he wasn't a total asshole

"Thanks" Sam smiled shyly and looked every inch a teenager.


Dean watched as Sam sat down on one of the crappy motel chairs and pulled some leftover pizza from the fridge. Putting it into the microwave he turned to Sam.

"So why did you lie about your age?"

"Well as drunk as you were, you didn't seem the type to fuck underage boys" Sam explained.

"What were you doing in the bar anyway?"

"I got bored in my motel room" Sam shrugged.

"Ah . . So not a local then" Dean grinned.

"My dad's here on work"

"What does he do?"

"This and that" Sam answered, clearly not wanting to answer the question.

They both sat in silence and ate the pizza. Dean had completely forgotten about his minor freak out to his dad until he heard knocking at the door.

"Shit" he cursed.

"Who's that?" Sam asked.

"It's my dad."

"Why is he here?" Sam looked confused.

"Well when I woke up next to a teenager after obviously having sex for most of the night I freaked a little"

"So you called your daddy?" Sam teased.

"Shut up" Dean shot back.

"Dean?" a voice yelled through the door.

"Hey would you mind . . ."

"Way ahead of ya" Sam said as he picked up his phone from the bedside table. "Is there a window in the bathroom?"

"Yeah"

Sam moved toward the bathroom, but stopped and turned around. He walked over to Dean and reached up and gave Dean a soft kiss.

"Pity you can't remember last night." Sam sighed sadly

"I wish I could" Dean admitted.

"DEAN!" John yelled.

"Shit. I better go." Sam grinned and Dean watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.

"DEAN!"

"I'm coming!" he yelled back. He couldn't even remember last night, so why did watching Sam leave hurt so much?

Dean sighed and walked over to the front door. Pulling the door open he came face to face with a very pissed off John Winchester.

"What took so long?" John demanded as he pushed passed Dean into the room.

"Busy packing" Dean lied.

John looked around the room. "Where's the kid?"

"He left as woke up as we got off the phone. Left straight after"

"Are sure he won't tell his parents? The last thing we need is a warrant out on your head for child molestation."

"I didn't molest him!" Dean protested.

"I know that and you know that. But a parent isn't going to take to kindly on their seventeen year old kid having his cherry popped by a twenty-nine year old man"

"Sixteen" Dean admitted.

"Just get you shit, and get in the car" John growled.

"Why?"

"Because we're going to meet up with Pete at his motel and figure out what we're hunting"

Dean decided that now wasn't really the time to piss his dad off and just did what he was told.

"Ok"

The drive to Pete's motel was uncomfortable to say the least. Thankfully the motel was only five minutes away, although with John in the mood he was in, it felt like five hours. Dean winced as John got out and slammed the car door, and slowly followed. The motel looked like any other crappy motel and Dean could have sworn he had been there before when he went inside Pete's room. Although after twenty years, they all start to look the same.

Pete was a large man with the classic look of a hunter. Worn clothes, jeans with more holes then Swiss cheese, and the general look of 'fuck with me at your own risk.' John pushed passed Dean roughly and pointed towards one of the crappy fifty's looking chairs.

"Sit down and keep your mouth shut unless you have something productive to say" John grunted out.

Dean sighed and sat down on the chair facing the far wall. 'Today couldn't get any worse'

"Hi dad"

Dean jerked and looked towards the front door. Standing there was Sam looking horrified at the site of Dean.

"John, Dean. This is Sam." Pete said before turning his eyes back to the map spread out on the coffee table.

John acknowledged Sam with a nod of his head and continued his conversation with Pete.

Dean and Sam continued to stare at each other in shock. Both had the same thought echoing through their heads.

'FUCK!'


Well there is the first chapter. how fast the second chapter goes up depends of how many reviews i get :)

constructive critisism welcome.