The Life Of The Young Samuel Winchester

Chapter 1: Origins



"Hey, daddy? Sammy's my baby brother, right?" A young Dean Winchester said as he looked over the crib, tippy toeing to get a closer look of his baby brother.



"Yeah, he's your new baby brother." A mid-30 year old Winchester said, but was hesitating before to answer to 4 year old son "Why do you ask, son?"



"Because mommy was saying that Sammy's a girl. Is that twue?" Dean's hazel babydoll eyes stared up to his father, who looked away from his eldest boy to his baby one.



"No, it's not. It's not true. Mommy's just kidding..Umm, son. Why don't you head on over to your room so I can tuck you in. I just wanna give Sammy's a goodnight kiss, alrite?" John said, changing the subject rapidly.

"Okayz, daddy!" Dean said happily as he kissed his little brother's soft temples before exiting the nursery room.



John watched his little boy flee before he looked down to his little..girl..John though to himself 'Why..Why was he born this way?..What'll happen if guys find out about him..they'll fuck his ass like no tomorrow.....'



John then headed for the door as Sam was making baby noises from his crib. "I love you, son..Night.." With John's last few words, he left to go downstairs, where he would be watching the telly the rest of the night.



Then a scream came from upstairs as John rushed up the stairs to where the screaming occurred. It was coming from Sam's nursery and so John entered the room, the screaming ceasing in tow.



"Sammy? Sweetie, you alrite?" John said as he caressed Sam's soft cheeks. 'When he's old enough..I 'will' have him..' John thought to himself as he licked his lips towards his son. Though, he tilted his head in perplexity as he saw small blood droplet stains on Sam's blanket. The blood then continued to trickle down somewhere as a droplet touched his hand.



"Blood? What the he--" John looked up to see his wife, on the ceiling as her champagne hair was sprawled out and her position was frozen. Her eyes were black, demon eyes he presumed, as he shouted "Noo!!!"



Then scorching fires exited from around Mary as she or the demon that was within her screamed.



"Daddy!!" Dean screamed from the doorway, alerting his still stunned father.



John took Sam out of his crib and knelt down on one knee to tell Dean "Dean, I want you to run as fast you can, Dean. Protect your brother! Go, Dean, go!!" before he gave the little Winchester the baby, with him running with Sam in his arms. Down the stairs and outside.



John exited the house on time as he grabbed Dean with Sam still in his arms. Things were never the same in the Winchester household ever again. 



4 Years Later...



It was a typical summer for the Winchesters as John was on another hunt. With Sammy, though. Dean had always wondered why his dad would always take Sam on his hunting trips without him.



John's P.O.V.



I looked over to my 4 year old son as he played with his little green army men I bought him so that he wouldn't be bored. He wasn't paying any attention to me whatsoever. He's been acting real strange around me. I don't know why but his feelings towards me is mutual..Too mutual for my taste.. 



Flashback



"Daddy, it's okay..I'll make your thingy feel all better.." Sammy's 4 year old pitch tone was

high in my mind. My vision was blurred..All I can see is sam on my lap, my hands cuffed to a chair from behind or something..I'm not sure anymore about what the hell's going on..



"Son..Sammy..what are you doing?.." My voice was groggy..I think Sam drugged me up..The hell?...How did this little boy drug me up like this?..He was only 4..



He was sitting on my lap, his naked little body light and warm against my bare chest. I guess the only thing I was wearing was my jeans, boxer under my jeans of course and that was it. But, why the hell for?..



Then I felt the little figure dry humping me my clothed thigh as he moaned in pleasure. What the hell's going on?! My little boy's dry humping me! This ain't right!



"Sammy.." I voice was low and groggy "Get off me, son..Get off.."



The little boy just kept going. He kept humping my clothed thigh, moaning in lust. My boy's medium chocolate hair stuck to his sweaty face as he kept on. Then, Sam, godammit, Sam, got my manhood hard as rock. And that slick little boy knew it, too.



"Goddammit, Sammy...Son, get the hell off me.." My voice was still in the same manner as before as Sam said "Nu uh, daddy..You're thingy's hard now.."



With that, Sam just unzipped my fly with his small hands and unbuttoned my boxers to have my manhood laying out on my jeans.



"I'll make it feel good for you, daddy. I really will.." His little voice was full of lust. Why? Where the hell did he learn how to talk like that? What the hell? Why am I in this situation with my son?! THIS IS WRONG! COMPLETELY! COMPLETELY WRONG!!



"Sammy, no...Sammy, get off of me..Get off of me, now..I'm your father..You do as I say...Right. Now..." I tried to be strict with my groggy tone just a bit. However, all Sam said was "I don't care, daddy..You just sit there and enjoy it.."



And then, he just took my manhood, positioned himself on it and shoved it in to his pussy..Dammit..I forgot he had one..Ever since Mary gave birth to this boy, I'd always assume he had a manhood. A cock. A penis. Whatever. He was my son..In my eyes, he was my son. The little boy of the family. The youngest Winchester. But now..Now, it's just this Sammy who wants me to fuck him. To take him..No..No..This is wrong.



 

 

 

 

 

 

I know this may seem weird for Sammy to have a va-jay-jay, but, hell isn't it hot?! Review please and tell me how it is. I'm making the new chapter ASAP! Thank you for reading!