summer of sam
be warned that i write in second person so the reader will be sam essentially. nothing explicit happens here tbh.. just dean and john being pervy and giving looks to little 14/16 year old sammy that only dirty men give little boys.
okay pls enjoy this, all criticism is welcome, im still figuring tumblr out lol
( read this chapter on ao3 ! ) https://archiveofourown.org/works/61008211/chapters/156427612
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When you turned fourteen, you started noticing things. The funny looks daddy and big brother sent your way. At fourteen, you knew what those looks meant from men like them.
When you turned sixteen, you were a bratty teenager, weaseling your way into silly arguments about nothing in particular. The staring had gotten worse. You stopped calling John daddy by now. Big brother didn’t change much, you noticed. You didn’t mind him.
When you were sixteen, you noticed not only how to grab attention, but how to keep it on you. It was great, really. Curls rolling up, stuck to your ears, sweat glistening off your bare skin as you step out of the shitty motel bathroom, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights doing nothing to hide the heavy breathing of big brother. You pretend to not hear it as you drop your towel in change of boxers.
As you grew taller, your clothes got shorter and smaller. You figured out how to alter big brother’s clothes to fit just a little too much. Mama would be so proud, you were sure of it.
At sixteen, you were all sticky and sweet, bubblegum stuck between pretty pink lips, a little too feminine for a boy, a little too young for sixteen.
‘Jailbait’ you heard an old man snicker your way once. You were with daddy, you decided you kept his attention better with that nickname between your teeth, at some rundown bar, big brother and him researching some shitty topic about some shitty demon thing. You couldn’t care really, too focused on getting the details perfect.
You needed everything perfect. The right amount of stomach showing, a peek more than anything, a tease. Shorts a tad too tight, hugging boy hips in all the right places. Pretty pink lips, a shade between deep cherry red and a light bubblegum pink, the right amount of color. You were good with your hands, keeping them clean and manicured, shiny and neat. Saucer eyes, all big and wide, deer like.
You liked the stares from men like daddy and big brother. You couldn’t help it, it was like you were drawn to it. Besides, they never stopped, even as you grew older. You loved the attention, could soak in dirty men till you were a newborn all over again, young and smooth.
You were sixteen and you knew what the stares from big brother and daddy meant from men like them.
