Dean was more than ready to pack up his things to leave five minutes before the final bell rang for the day. His actions of course earning him another annoyed glare from his prick of a teacher, just like most of his other teachers.

Not that he really gave a damn, but it was still a little annoying all the same. He was sure if he'd been one of the rich prep school ass kissers he wouldn't be getting the evil eye every time he left class early. But because he was the 'freak of nature' getting the special treatment... He would have to thank the principal personally the next time he ran into the older man. Dean could only imagine the flack he must be getting for this last little favor to him and Bobby.

All in all, the day had been rather uneventful, for which Dean was very glad for. Except for the minor run in with Eric in the hall, which hadn't even been an encounter so much as a glaring match, and the kids who'd harassed Sam during first period, nothing else had happened.

Dean had to admit, the classes he was able to share with Sam made things a lot easier, if only so he could watch the younger boy's back literally as well as figuratively. Not having to worry about what was happening to Sam when he was out of his sight.

He was glad that Bobby and the Principal had managed to pull a few more strings and got his gym class switched around at least so he was in the same class as Sam. Dean didn't want to think about all the things that could happen to the younger boy, especially in the shower room, without him there otherwise.

Lunch had also been pretty uneventful. When they'd gone to pick up some food, everyone had stayed out of their way, giving both of them a pretty wide berth. Then he'd gone to serve his detention, writing lines again, while Sam sat at one of the desks and did his homework. Dean had to admit, it wasn't so bad as far as detentions went. Even though he didn't look or talk at Sam, he could feel the younger boy's eyes on him occasionally. Especially after Dean had taken off his jacket while he worked, showing off those nice tight pants he was borrowing.

His last class was rather close to Sam's so he got there before the final bell rang, and Dean stood outside the door to the younger boy's classroom while he waited. Dean had to admit, as uneventful as the day had been, he was more than ready to get the hell out of here.

Sam was glad the day was over. He could feel the tension in his neck and shoulders from all the anticipation throughout the day of someone attacking him. Less so when Dean was there, but still he was anxious all the same. Lunch detention had been kind of relaxing, at least for him. He didn’t realize they made students write lines on the board, he just figured it was Dean having to sit in class doing nothing, or working on a project or something. Of course, he had never actually gotten a detention to know.

It was kind of irritating he couldn't talk to Dean, but he was learning to be quiet around the senior anyhow even if it was hard sometimes. He was doing fine concentrating on his homework until Dean took off his jacket. God those tight pants… he had to force his eyes away from the older youth, but his eyes kept drifting back up. He hoped the teacher didn't notice. That would be embarrassing as hell, that he was ogling Dean. He shook his head a little. He shouldn't be embarrassed. Everyone knew about sponsoring and it would take a lunkhead not to know Dean was sponsoring him. Screw the teacher. He took a nice, long look and he knew Dean could tell Sam was watching him. He grinned and went back to his homework.

To say Sam was shocked when Dean turned up in his gym class was an understatement. From the looks on some of his classmates faces, it not only was a shock but one major upset for them. He didn't think he really wanted to know what they had had planned for him. Of course showering, Dean naked, practically right beside him. He had to keep his eyes off Dean or he would have ended up with a major woody. In detention, Dean had felt Sam's eyes on him. He could feel Dean's eyes on him. It was damned hard not to blush, but he managed it. Barely.

Come the final bell he was so damned ready to go home. Dean stepped in almost as soon as the bell rang and the door opened. Sam sat in back and waited for the others to file out, then headed out the door, Dean right on his heels, his hand in the small of Sam's back again.

"Gotta go to my locker real fast."

As soon as Sam reached it, he quickly switched out the books he would need for his homework. Last week had pretty much been a bust as far as homework and he had a lot to catch up on, but he figured he would focus on a couple classes at a time. Most important were the ones that had exams coming up.

"Okay," he said. "I'm ready."

It never failed to amuse Dean watching the students who were leaving Sam’s classroom practically fall over themselves trying to get out of his way, obviously not expecting him to try to get in while they were trying to leave. He smirked to himself and waited for the tide of students to leave, his eyes immediately falling on Sam now sitting at the back of the class. The boy was a quick learner.

He nodded as he followed Sam out the door and down the hallway to the younger boy’s locker. With his hand at Sam’s back Dean could feel the tension in the other boy’s muscles, and he couldn’t really blame Sam.

Unfortunately Dean was pessimistic by nature, to say the least, and he knew just because they hadn’t run into any trouble today didn’t mean they wouldn’t tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. He wish there would come a point where Sam could relax and not have to constantly watch his back, but Dean knew all too well that day would never come. At least, not while Sam was in this school. It was a fucking hard lesson to learn. It never failed, the day Sam relaxed, stopped looking over his shoulder, was the day Eric, or someone like him, would strike.

When Sam was done getting his things and said he was ready to go, Dean nodded again and looped one of his arms around the younger boy’s shoulders once again as he led Sam out of the building towards the parking lot. Keeping Sam closer to him because he knew this was one of the most dangerous times for them. Everyone in a rush to leave, faculty backs would be turned, anything could happen.

But nothing did. By the time he and Sam reached the parking lot, the new Ferrari was already gone. Dean’s car was also untouched as far as he could tell, which was a good thing, because he really wasn’t in the mood to go breaking skulls.

Dean got in and unlocked Sam’s door, popping in one of his favorite tapes as he started up the car, the familiar rumbling grown of his baby’s engine relaxing him as always.

“So, anyone else give you any trouble I should know about?” Dean asked, drumming his fingers to the beat of his music as he drove them towards the salvage yard.

Sam was a little surprised when Dean wrapped his arm around his shoulder but realized it was for protection. Dean could control Sam's location, put Sam where he wanted him if something happened. Everyone seemed anxious to get the hell out of Dodge, and Sam was no exception. He hoped the week would get better and he would have fewer people trying to screw with him as people accepted he was Dean's territory. A big blowup between Eric and Dean was inevitable, Sam knew that, but hoped it was a ways off. Hoped that by then he could fight well enough to be a help rather than a hindrance to Dean.

Sam slipped into the seat and hook his seatbelt.

"No, no one messed with me except for those jerks in first period. And then Eric watching us. He's pissed as hell." Sam wasn't really pleased by that latter fact. He did like that he wasn't Eric's anymore, but Eric scared him. They way Eric had treated him in the car. If Eric ever caught hold of Sam by himself, he had a feeling Eric was more than a little done with trying to get Sam to come back to him. Eric would simply take what he wanted, no matter what Sam wanted.

"You're going to start teaching me to fight today, right?"

Dean gave a nod and noncommittal sound, both regarding the assholes that had bothered Sam earlier and the younger boy's comment regarding Eric. He would deal with the pricks from Sam's first class soon enough. Eric? He certainly didn't give a damn about the other man being pissed or not, but he certainly didn't like the way the other man was looking at Sam today. Dean knew he would have to deal with Eric eventually, for good, he just hadn't figured out how yet.

He wasn't all that surprised when Sam asked him about teaching him how to fight. The sooner the better in Dean's opinion, he just hadn't been sure if Sam would be feeling up to it yet.

"Yeah, I can, if that's what you want. If Bobby's not around I might have to do some work if some clients show up, but I can start teaching you some basics. I think we should start with how to break holds. Until you start learning how to kick people's asses, it's more important for you to know how to get away if you get caught."

Dean explained, giving a brief glance to the younger boy, not sure what Sam would think about his suggestion. So far, Sam had done pretty much everything he asked without complaint. Dean was fully prepared to teach Sam how to fight, and fight well. But knowing how to break someone's nose with one hit was useless if the younger boy got grabbed and couldn't get away from his attackers. If one asshole held Sam while the others wailed on him. Since the cowardly pricks liked to attack in packs, this was definitely an important skill to learn.

If that's what he wanted? Was Dean nuts? Of course he wanted to learn to fight. He was tired of being a punching bag. And he definitely wanted to be able to fight off Eric. The feeling of helplessness when Eric had him almost literally by the balls in the car, no he didn't ever want to feel that way again.

So if Dean's 'dad' wasn't around clients could show up and Dean would have to work. If Bobby was around…sounded like there wouldn’t be any after school making out. Really, that was okay. Sam had gotten quite a workout this morning. And he wasn't sure he wanted to get into a routine of morning and afternoon making out, afraid Dean would push for more too fast. Sure the senior said he could say no, but he didn't want to have to say no. He also wasn't at all ready to move further than they had. This was still so new and fresh, and Eric's attack on him was still a little fresh in his mind, too.

He honestly wished Eric was more like Dean. He had liked the guy Eric had pretended to be. Eric had been just awesome and best of friends, like a big brother or something. It could have all gone so differently if Eric had coaxed him into a physical relationship rather than trying to…rape…him. A guy getting raped. He knew it happened sometimes according to the news, but it just seemed odd to hear. He didn't know if Eric could have convinced him, but Eric probably could have sweet talked him into trying to kiss. If Eric kissed anything like Dean did, well damn, yeah he might have found himself wanting more. Just like he did with Dean.

He couldn't deny he was a little confused by Dean. If Dean was sponsoring him, shouldn't Sam be giving Dean all the pleasure instead of the other way around? Not that he minded in the least. The senior had been so perfect, so…gentlemanly. He glanced over at the youth and smirked. Who would have ever thought the bad-ass senior was so thoughtful and gentle and kind with his partners? So perfect…

He realized he still hadn't answered Dean's question.

"Yeah, I want to learn. Whatever you think is best. If you have to work part of the time, I can do homework. Maybe if you're working on one of your cars I can watch some. Cars really aren't my thing, but Dad loves them, so if it'll make him happy, I can try to at least learn the difference between a socket wrench and a screw driver. I bet it wouldn't take much of an excuse to get him working on that old car of his."

Sam bit off his next comment because he found himself getting ready to tell Dean a story about his dad and his car and Dean didn't care. Why should he? It was so hard to keep quiet. He wondered if his talking bothered Eric as much as it bothered Dean. Probably, he supposed. He leaned his head against the window, feeling depression swell in him. He would never have the picture perfect life his dad wanted for him. After making out with Dean, he wondered if he'd ever even…would he even ever have a 'normal' relationship, girl-guy sort of relationship, or would he find girls just weren't the same. And he would be stuck in the hateful school and he wondered what would happen to him when Dean graduated. Eric would too, of course, but there were plenty of other Eric's waiting on the sidelines.

He hated being quiet. Being quiet gave him too much time to think. He tried to focus on the rock music. Maybe he could lose himself in that.

“Alright.” Dean replied, giving Sam a small nod of approval. He was glad that the younger boy seemed so willing to do what he said, at least as far as training went. That would make things a hell of a lot easier. He hoped that would continue to be the case, especially when he actually started training the younger boy.

Dean snorted softly when Sam said he didn’t know the difference between a socket wrench and a screwdriver. He certainly wouldn’t mind showing Sam a few things about cars too, if that’s what the younger boy wanted. Though teaching Sam how to fight off his attackers and to watch his own back effectively was definitely his first priority.

Even as Dean thought about what he was going to show Sam today, he couldn’t help thinking about some of the other things (that had nothing to do with self defense) he would like to show the younger boy. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen. Not if Dean had to be ready to deal with any clients that dropped by, and if Bobby was around… Damn, and he was going to be showing Sam how to break various types of holds. That meant he would actually be holding on to Sam, having that young lithe body rubbing up against him, so damned close… His dick twitched a little just thinking about it.

God damn it. Couldn’t he stop thinking about wanting to fuck Sam for a few minutes when he was alone with the younger boy? It probably didn’t help that they hadn’t been able to do anything, like he’d kind of hoped, during lunch. Then having to shower together during gym class… though Dean had been mostly focused on making sure no one gave Sam any trouble, he couldn’t deny how god damned gorgeous the younger boy looked naked and dripping wet… shit.

Dean glanced over at the younger boy when Sam grew quiet and he lifted an eyebrow. He’d swear Sam was pouting, but going over their conversation in his head Dean had no idea what it could be about. Yeah… Sam really was like a chick with PMS.

“What?” Dean finally demanded.

Dean's snapped demand startled Sam. He sat up straight and looked over at the senior. He blinked at him, confused. He'd kept his words to a minimum hadn't he? Not saying anything, well hardly anything, that wasn't salient to the conversation and the day ahead.

"Uh, nothing?" Sam said, furrowing his brow. "I was just thinking. My brain thinks too much. Thinks too much a lot. Did I…did I say something out loud? I do sometimes and don't realize it." Sam bit his lip. "Did I say something wrong? Is it okay if I do homework while you work? I can do it at home. I don't have to do it there. Training should come first."

He looked at the handsome senior. They hadn't even gotten to kiss since this morning. Maybe…maybe he should be showing Dean some attention? He didn't want Dean angry with him. Dean still had on those tight pants and the outline of Dean's dick was…obvious. If he got Dean excited, those pants would be sheer agony and if the young man's dad was home, that would probably be a bad thing. Maybe he better just keep his hands to himself. And frankly he couldn't wait to peel off the damned school uniform and get into some comfortable clothes.

Dean gave Sam a brief quizzical look before turning his attention back to the road. The younger boy looked so damned confused, that Dean felt a little guilty over snapping at him. He hadn’t even meant to really, it had just come out sharper than he’d intended.

He shook his head.

“No, you didn’t say anything.” Dean reassured the younger boy in a softer tone. He wasn’t sure whether to tell Sam or not that Dean thought that he had said or done something wrong to make Sam wear that bitch face. In the end he merely shrugged instead. “You were just making a face.”

Dean mimicked the expression that Sam had been wearing, though he stuck his lower lip out in a much more pronounced pout. He turned and gave the younger boy a teasing wink and smile then.

“You don’t need my permission to do your homework, Sam.” He told the younger boy, then turned back to the road again, and asked casually. “So, what were you thinking about?”

Dean seemed just as confused as Sam felt. His eyebrow lifted at the face Dean made. Did he really look like that? First Dean lets him hear what a whiney baby he sounded like the other night, and now this-this-pouty bitch looking face. He hung his head. God, no wonder he was never popular. He bet Dean would be popular at a regular school. Have his own posse of cool guys hanging out with him, a couple pretty girls drooling over him, happy to give him a hand job or blow job for an afternoon of attention. And targets like pouty Sam to pick on. He saw Dean's smile and wink, but it didn't make him feel any better. Dean was trying to tease him about it, but it was only so Sam wouldn't get all worked up about it. But if it was the truth it was the truth. What could you say or do except try not to do it again. Just like he had tried hard not to whine again. He would be more aware of himself, watch himself.

"Okay," Sam said quietly about doing his homework. That was good he guessed. He could get his homework done and when he got home he could do his chores and work on Dean's portfolio before going to bed.

Sam shrugged and started to make 'the face' again and instead made himself school his features. "Lots of things. Just whiney stupid stuff about my life. Nothin you'd really care about. When I don't talk, I think. Which is fine if I'm working on schoolwork. Sucks if I'm not."

If possible Sam seemed even more depressed now, and Dean sighed softly. Damn it. The younger boy was so damned touchy sometimes it was pretty irritating. What the hell did he really have to pout over today anyway? Hadn’t Dean done his job? He’d kept Sam from getting the shit kicked out of him. No one had really bothered the younger boy, if what Sam said was true. So what the hell was with the attitude?

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have asked.” Dean finally said, a little bit of irritation slipping into his voice in spite of himself. Fine, if Sam wanted to sit there and pout over nothing, what the hell did he care? He shouldn’t. Sam apparently didn’t even want him to. So he wouldn’t.

The rest of the drive home was quiet, and Dean didn’t look at Sam anymore. When they pulled into the driveway of the salvage yard, he noticed that the tow truck was there this time, so that meant Bobby was home. Well, he supposed that was a good thing, it meant he could concentrate on teaching Sam without worrying about any customers that might come by. Even if it also meant he couldn’t even kiss…

Damn it. Professional, damn it.

Dean drove his car into the garage and got out, giving Rumsfeld a good scratch behind the ears when the excited dog ran up to him. He took the soggy ball that the dog had brought for him and gave it a good throw, laughing softly and shaking his head when Rumsfeld took off after it. It was amazing that canine seemed to know exactly what to do to put him in a better mood. Dean finally turned to look at Sam.

“I’m going to go change. You know where the bathroom is if you feel like changing.” Dean told the younger boy then headed towards the house. He saw Bobby working out in the yard and when the older man looked up he waved on his way inside. Dean quickly made his way to his bedroom and started stripping off his school clothes, throwing them over the back of the chair.

As he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants he remembered how Sam had said he could have them… because he looked good in them… and Dean couldn’t help but smile a little. Despite that fact though he wondered if he should return them anyway, they were a little on the too tight side, and if Sam was getting hand me down uniforms he probably couldn’t afford to be giving them away.

Dean was laying the pants over the back of the chair, deciding he’d return them, when he remembered he was also wearing Sam’s underwear… he wondered if Sam wanted those back too. The idea of Sam wearing them after he had was surprisingly kinky.

If he didn't care he wouldn't ask? Sam almost snorted at that. Sam was just wallowing in self pity and he knew it. Dean didn't want to hear about his woe is me attitude. That would probably piss the senior off that much more. All the sudden changes in his life over the past week, it was all just kind of pounding him into the ground and he really didn't think Dean would get that. Sam felt like he was on a roller coaster careening around the tracks out of control. Fear, thrills, terror, ecstasy, confusion, everything, it all just seemed to hold him in its grip and he almost felt like he was drowning or choking in it all. He was more than content to accept the silence from the senior. Even if it meant it gave his brain that much more time to gnaw of more whiny petty crap.

Dean didn’t even look at him the rest of the way to the salvage yard. God, Sam was such a fucking loser. If he wasn't 'pretty,' Dean would probably have already had enough of him and shoved him out of the car, telling him to find some other sponsor. No whining, no pouting. He would try to be…okay, he had to figure out what Dean wanted him to be, someone that Dean would enjoy the company of. Cars weren't his thing but he would learn them. Maybe they could talk cars. Maybe Dean would like that. Maybe he could ask Bobby for some hints of how to get Dean to like him as more than just a good fuck.

He saw the tow truck. That meant he and Dean could do some training. Good. He smiled at the way Dean and the dog interacted. He had always wanted a pet. He had a turtle once. Not exactly an exciting pet. Sam grabbed his two backpacks and the coffee cake and followed Dean into the house waving at Bobby too.

Sam set his backpack with is books on the couch while Dean headed upstairs, then took the foil wrapped coffee cake into the kitchen and set it on the counter. He had to remember to tell Bobby about it and to give him the forty dollars his mom had given him to help pay for dinners and snacks.

He quickly changed into a t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes then hurried up the stairs to Dean's room. Dean's door was standing open and he froze in the doorway. Dean was naked except for his underwear. Underwear that was Sam's. He'd seen Dean in the shower in gym class and holy crap what a body. Yeah some of the other guys had good bodies but Dean's was his…

And now Dean was standing there in Sam's underwear. That underwear was a little tight…and Bobby was downstairs, but he was outside. They hadn't gotten to do anything at lunch…and he had upset Dean with his whiny attitude. He should make it up to Dean. He really should.

He walked into the room and right up to Dean. Wrapping his arms around Dean he pulled him into a kiss, slipping his tongue inside Dean's mouth just the way Dean did to him, then began walking Dean backwards until the back of Dean's legs were at the bed.

He was letting himself become too damned distracted by Sam. That was Dean’s first thought when he heard the floor board creek behind him. He should have heard the other boy coming down the hall. Instead he barely had time to turn before Sam was right there behind him. His self rebukes ended rather quickly when he found himself suddenly with an armful of Sam. The younger boy’s arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss, and Dean couldn’t help but moan into Sam’s mouth.

His lips parted eagerly for the younger boy’s tongue and his arms wound their way around Sam’s waist with little thought on his part. Holding Sam pressed close to him as the other boy’s tongue wove its way into his mouth, twining around his tongue, Dean’s dick couldn’t help but sit up and take notice. All of Dean’s previous thoughts of ‘professionalism’ and the things they couldn’t do since Bobby was here flying out the window pretty damned quickly when he felt the back of his knees hit his bed. Realizing Sam had pushed him there, and damn if that didn’t practically make him hard all at once.

Well, if this was where Sam wanted him, who was he to refuse? He sat down on the edge of his bed, pulling the younger boy down with him to straddle his thighs.

“Jesus Sam…” Dean panted against the younger boy’s lips. Slipping his hands underneath the back of Sam’s shirt and running his palms slowly over the length of the younger boy’s back. They really really shouldn’t be doing this. What if Bobby came in? Saw them? Fuck, his door was wide open. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell Sam to stop. Not when he’d been aching to touch the younger boy all fucking day.

Sam grinned at Dean. "What? You can't tell me you haven't wanted to kiss me since gym class. Or run your hands over me. I saw the way you looked at me. And just for the record, in the car, I was just whining to myself about stupid shit like what happens to me after you graduate, and…well if I'll ever want to sleep with a girl, well I will, but you know, I don't know how it's going to be after me and you…" he felt the slight blush color his cheeks. "See, just stupid whiny shit and fears."

He hugged Dean closer, enjoying the older boy's hands running up and down his back as he buried his face in Dean's neck. Damn Dean smelled good. He ran his own hands over Dean's muscular back. "I'm trying hard not to whine or drive you up the wall with stupid stories. I know I've been lucky about a lot of things and shouldn't be all tied up in knots, but right now my life is pretty fucked up and I'm not dealing real well with it."

He sat back and stared into Dean's eyes. "You confuse the hell out of me. I never ever would have thought I'd want to kiss a guy. Or that I'd find a guy's body attractive. Or that I'd admire a guy's ass stuffed into pants a size too small. I'm still feeling…weird about, you know, touching you." Dean's hard erection was plain as day pressing against him. "About touching your…cock. It's just all coming at me so fast. Going from being popular to having half the school out to get me. To having you as my bodyguard. To making out with you."

He kissed Dean long and slow, trying hard to do it the way Dean had done that morning. He ground his hips down, knowing how good it would feel for Dean, feeling his own hardening shaft growing needy for pressure and groaning into the older youth's mouth. He finally broke the kiss.

"Sorry if I'm moody, okay?" He ran his fingers through Dean's hair then stroked Dean's cheek with the back of his fingers. He caressed and traced the lines and structure of the senior's face. "God, you make me so fucking hot and that just confuses me more," he murmured.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s grin and the younger boy’s words. Kiss him since gym class? How about kiss him since Sam had left him nearly breathless back at that old warehouse.

No, he couldn’t really deny how he’d wanted to touch, kiss, and fuck Sam all damned day. Gym class… oh yeah, he’d looked. How could he not? With the younger boy standing there next to him, close enough to touch and not being able to, all that naked and wet skin… practically torture. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of Sam’s slick nude body and it was all Dean could do not to sprout an impressive boner right there in front of everyone.

Dean was a little surprised when Sam finally admitted what he’d been thinking about in the car. He supposed it was understandable for the younger boy to be a little worried about what would happen to him once Dean had graduated, but that was so far off right now. Sam should be more worried about what would happen in the next several weeks. But hopefully once Dean had ‘laid the groundwork’ so to speak, most people who still went to that school would still leave Sam alone once Dean was gone. Those that wouldn’t, hopefully Sam would be fully capable of taking care of himself by then.

The young man was a little more surprised by Sam’s next admitted fear though. That Sam was worried that he might not want to fuck a girl after this? Dean didn’t know whether to be amused or flattered by that. But he could see why Sam would feel so confused, especially if the younger boy didn’t really have much of an interest in men before…

That bothered Dean a little bit. The idea that he might be forcing Sam to be gay, or bi, or whatever, when the younger boy didn’t really want… But Sam admitted he found him attractive. Liked his kisses… well, Dean knew he was a pretty damned good kisser. The older boy’s lips twitched a little when Sam admitted he liked his ass stuffed into those too tight pants of his.

He couldn’t help but moan when Sam kissed him, and rubbed against him. Dean simply let the younger boy take control of it. His fingers tightened a little on the younger boy’s hips but he didn’t ask for more, no matter how much he might want it. Though he couldn’t quite stop the small sound of complaint that escaped his lips when Sam pulled back a little.

Dean nodded a little at Sam’s apology, even though the younger boy didn’t really need to apologize for anything. He was probably so confused to begin with because Dean was pushing too hard, and he had to stop that. Though when Sam admitted that Dean made him ‘hot’ the older boy couldn’t help but grin again and chuckle softly. Lifting one hand to run his fingers gently through the younger boy’s hair while Sam touched his face. Yeah, it was a little girly, but that was ok right now he supposed. Maybe now was a good time to suggest to Sam what he’d been thinking about? Since Sam was obviously so worried about his sexual preference.

“You know, I was thinking. If you want to know what it’s like to fuck a girl for your first time, that’s fine. We could go to a bar sometime for some drinks, pick up a girl, get a motel room for a few hours, and have a really fun time.” Dean grinned, brushing his fingers over Sam’s blushing cheek. “You’re so damned cute when you blush. But seriously, there are tons of hot chicks that would love to pop your cherry. Hell, plenty that would love to do us both. What do you think?”

Sam listened to Dean's suggestion with shock. Him? Go out to a bar? Talk to a girl? Have sex with some girl? In a bar, then she'd be like twenty or something. He was only 16! Hell, his voice had only changed 2 years ago. He'd never pass himself off as old enough to be in a bar. And go to a motel room where you paid by the hour? Like was like out of some cheap x-rated flick. Dean's comment about his blush just made him blush more.

Hot chicks that would want to relieve him of his virginity? Yeah. Sure. Dean would be the one picking them up, convincing them to 'pop Sam's cherry.' They wouldn't look twice at the geek. And the three of them? Having sex? That was what a ménage a troi wasn't it? A threesome? But he said she would be doing them both and that was…did that make her a slut?

Sam wasn't really sure what to think. He really liked the idea that his first time having sex, going all the way, would be with a girl. And maybe it would be a good thing if the girl were experienced, show him what it was really like. Not some inexperienced hands touching him, unsure. Like he was unsure when he touched Dean.

"I would like to …do it with a girl first," Sam admitted. Completely serious, he said, "I know they can't card me if I don't order alcohol. But Dean, I'm…I'm a geek. I've always been a geek and pretty much a loser. They'll want to do you, you're smoking. Me? They won't look at me twice unless you paid them." He ran his fingers over Dean's lips. "Don't think I'm a prude or crap, okay? I'm just, fuck, I just keep finding out more and more how naïve I am. If a girl wants to do us both, have a threesome…is that…normal? I mean, is she a," he hesitated, "slut?" he asked softly, not liking using that word. "Or do I have to worry about, you know, catching anything? Hollywood, that's the way they make it seem. Women like that are sluts or prostitutes and you'll get something from them, and they do drugs and crap. I know that's just all wrong, right? That's not the way it really is, right?"

Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the expression on Sam’s face, which was bordering between disbelief and horrified at his suggestion. If the younger boy blushed any more he was afraid Sam might just spontaneously combust.

He could practically see the gears whirling out of control in Sam’s head. Really, the younger boy thought way too much sometimes. If they did do this he was going to have to make sure Sam had a few drinks before they actually picked up the girl. Just to make sure Sam was as relaxed as possible so he could just enjoy himself rather waste all his time thinking.

“Don’t worry about them carding you. I can make you a fake ID no problem, I have a feeling you’re going to need a few drinks anyway to help you relax.” Dean teased the younger boy gently, brushing his fingers across Sam’s blushing cheek again.

“Don’t sell yourself so damned short. You’re hardly a troll, Sammy. You may be a geek, but you’re a ‘smoking hot’ geek.” The older boy chuckled softly. “You just need to be more confident. Besides, you’ve also got that cute innocent virgin thing happening and believe it or not, that’s pretty damned sexy. There are plenty of hot chicks who would just love to show you the right way to please a woman, trust me.”

Dean’s expression grew a little more serious.

“If you don’t want me to be there, that’s fine. I just thought you’d be more comfortable, and I could show you some things too… and it would really be hot, but if you go solo that’s fine. But just cause a lady likes to have a good time, don’t make her a slut, Sam. Some people just like sex more than others and aren’t ashamed to admit it. As far as protection goes, you should definitely always wear a condom whenever you fuck someone, or if someone fucks you. Unless you know the person, trust them, and are sure they’re clean. I’ve got plenty of condoms, so no worries there, and I wouldn’t let you go home with a ‘slut’, Sammy. So, just think about it. Lemme know one way or another.”

Having said his peace, Dean tugged Sam close to kiss him again quick and hot before pulling back again with a grin.

“Now, before Bobby decides to check on us and gives me a serious case of blue balls, we never did get to let you watch me jerk off before. Want to watch now, Sammy?”

"How come I'm not surprised you can make me a fake ID?" Sam said, amused. He was sure Dean was right, he probably couldn't even talk to a girl without turning three shades of red, at least not some 'hot' chick, the type that would be way more interested in Dean. He did laugh at Dean's comment about being a "smoking hot geek." That was surely an oxymoron if ever he heard one. And then he went from being smoking hot to be a cute virgin. He preferred the smoking hot description, even if it was a lie.

Go solo? That's the way it was done, right? Or supposed to be done. You didn't see two guys going out, picking up a girl, and the first guy showing the second guy how to make love to a girl. That was lame. …Then again, it was kind of like Star Trek's holodeck playing three-d porn. Accent on the three. Dean would know if the girl was the type Sam should stay away from. He blushed a bit brighter when Dean mentioned condoms. He'd never even ever tried to put one on. Okay, may he'd tried but just couldn't get it right, too high, too tight, ripped.

"I'm all for the girl thing," Sam finally said with a nod. "I dunno about the ménage a trios thing. I'll have to think about that. I mean, it seems kind of embarrassing and pathetic, you having to show me how to make love to a girl. I can't even get a condom on right."

Sam welcomed the kiss, Dean's offer twirling dizzily in his head. Maybe this weekend he could not be a virgin anymore? That was almost mind boggling. But he had confidence Dean would pick a nice girl for Sam's first.

Tilting his head a little Sam kind of shrugged. "I, uh, I guess I don't get why I'd get off on watching you jerk yourself off. But okay. Didn't think I'd like kissing you either. And it was really…weird tasting 'me' when we kissed this morning, you know, after you gave me the, uh, blow job. I'm still not sure…I think I'd still rather have strawberry shortcake for my dessert," Sam said with a smirk.

He eyed Dean a little evilly then practically pounced on Dean, pushing him back onto the bed and kissing him as hot as he possible could. He finally broke off, panting, feeling his own dick complaining. He grinned at Dean before rolling off of him. "Thought you might like some encouragement. Okay. Jerk off for me," Sam said.

Dean only realized after Sam said something that maybe he shouldn’t have been so casual about admitting to the younger boy that he could easily whip him up a fake ID. Damn it. There he went thinking with his dick again. But at least Sam hadn’t freaked out or anything about it, just took it in stride.

When the younger boy went on to say he was all for them going out and picking up a girl together, Dean couldn’t help but grin, pleased that Sam was willing to… then the younger boy continued and he felt his elation fade. Oh… Sam was all for Dean helping him to pick up a girl, but not for them to pick up a girl together.

Dean knew he shouldn’t be… disappointed, but he was.

Embarrassing… pathetic… and here he was hoping Sam would be excited by the idea of watching him with a woman. Of Dean showing him how it was done… Hell, he’d practically offered Sam a free live porn show. What horny teenager wouldn’t enjoy something like that? Wouldn’t that be the normal reaction if Sam really thought he was ‘hot’? But no, Sam was only interested in the potential ‘chick’ that Dean might pick out for him.

Dean had only suggested it in the first place because he’d hoped if Sam watched him, participated, maybe he wouldn’t be so nervous about letting Dean touch him. Sam didn’t even know ‘why’ he might get off watching him masturbate for him? The answer would be pretty obvious if Sam was at all interested in him, but if he wasn’t…

He was surprised when the younger boy suddenly kissed him hard. His lips parting without much thought for Sam’s seeking tongue, a grunt escaping his lips into Sam’s when the younger boy pushed him back against the bed. The distraction was definitely a welcome one. Especially given the downward spiraling of his thoughts… now who was being the girl?

Fine. Sam wanted to know why he should like watching him get off? Dean would give him a show. One that the younger boy would remember, and hopefully, want an encore of.

Returning the younger boy’s smirk, Dean made himself comfortable. His knees bent and hanging off the edge of the bed but the rest of him relaxed against the comforter underneath him. Dean’s eyes met and held Sam’s as he let his legs slide apart a little more. Showing off the already prominent bulge of his erection barely contained by the underwear he was wearing. Sam’s underwear.

Dean let both of his hands come to rest on his stomach. Sliding them up slowly along his abs to his chest, pinching his own nipples and moaning, he licked his lips. His eyes falling half closed, though he still watched the younger boy through his dark eyelashes. He kept playing with his nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, lifting his hips in little undulating motions, his dick straining even more against the thin material of the briefs.

One of his hands moved back down while the other continued to lightly caress the hard peaked nipple. Moving back down over his stomach to run his fingers lightly up and down over his straining shaft. His dick twitched a little in response to his own teasing touch, straining for more against its trapped confines, a damp spot appearing through the underwear where it fought to get free. He slid his fingers inside the underwear through the side, repeating the teasing caresses along the length of his dick. The outline of his fingers moving over his cock barely concealed by Sam’s underwear.

He could tell Dean was disappointed. Well, dammit, this was like he stepped into a whole fucking new world. His life was one of doing homework and helping around the house. Reading books and watching TV. Sure he and his buddies did the porn surf, and yeah, he had jacked himself off to Playboy and thoughts of Stacy or Amanda and…Michelle. The cheerleader Michelle. God, so gorgeous. Unfortunately, she was the type that really did give blonds a bad name. Dumb as a box of rocks. Smart enough to get A's in her classes if the teachers were guys or if she couldn't get them, she'd con some geek into doing her homework, so not entirely stupid in a lot of ways.

He sat back, not sure what to expect from Dean. He kind of figured Dean would sit on the edge of the bed, grab his dick and go to town. Dean wasn't talking about jerking off though, he meant the whole… oh. Damn. As if he wasn't already hard enough. His eyes trailed down to the tight bulge in his—his—underwear that Dean was still in. He forced himself to look away as Dean's hands travelled up his chest. He was startled when Dean moaned. God, he tried not to make a sound, horrified by the idea his parents would hear him. Even when he was alone, he was kind of embarrassed by some of the sounds he made. When he was full out jacking off, not so much so, but when he was just touching himself, teasing himself, he tried to stay quiet. And he'd never touched his nipples. You did that to girls, not guys. But he'd discovered he was most definitely wrong about that.

He watched Dean's tongue sweep over his lips, making them glisten invitingly. Dean's nipples had grown hard and Sam wanted to run his wet tongue over them, blow across them and make them even harder. His gaze immediately shifted back to the senior's groin when Dean's hand was inside his underwear, lightly running his fingers over it and it was all Sam could do not to take hold of his own cock. The little wet spot he saw on the cloth was suddenly mirrored in his own pants. He shifted as his pants were beginning to get damned binding on him.

Okay, Dean definitely had his attention.

Dean’s lips curved up into a seductive smile, definitely pleased by the lust building in the younger boy’s eyes as Sam watched him play with himself. The younger boy’s eyes trailing up and down his body, following the motions of his hands intently. Obviously enjoying the show. Once he was satisfied that Sam was fully focused on him and only him, not thinking about how what it would be like to bang some random chick for his first time, the fun could really start.

Yeah, Dean knew he shouldn’t really be taking his time with this. Bobby was right outside for Christ sake. The older man could come inside at any minute, and it would be damned hard to explain what they’d been doing all this time. Especially considering they were both hard and Dean was practically naked, and he’d gone through great lengths to make sure Bobby didn’t know he was Bi in the first place.

It was stupid. Risky… and somehow that just made it even more exciting. How fucked up was that?

But the danger of being caught literally with his pants down didn’t stop Dean from continuing his slow tease, of both himself and Sam by the looks of the impressive tent forming in the younger boy’s jeans. Dean cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them in his hand as he pinched his nipple hard, hissing through his teeth.

“Sammy…” Dean groaned the younger boy’s name low in his throat as he arched his neck. Pulling his hand free from the underwear and finally releasing his over sensitive nipples to hook both of his thumbs in the waistband of the tight briefs. He lifted his hips as he pushed the underwear down over his straining erection to bunch at his upper thighs, his eyes never leaving Sam’s, as his freed cock slapped against his stomach. He was so damned hard… just from Sam watching him…

He curled his fingers of his right hand around his shaft and began to slowly stroke himself. Sliding his hand up and down the entire length of his shaft just the way he liked it. Squeezing himself on the upstrokes. Letting his thumb play around the crown and over the weeping slit for both his and Sam’s enjoyment as more moans spilled with greater frequency from his lips.

His breathing began to pick up as he started to strip his cock faster. His hips bucking off the bed as he began to fuck into his fist and he moaned Sam’s name again, imagining it was Sam’s fingers curled around his weeping cock instead of his own.

Sam just couldn't take his eyes off Dean, the way Dean moved, the way he teased himself, the moans he made. A small groan slipped out of Sam when Dean was cupping his own balls, playing with them, rolling them and squeezing them.

He jumped when he heard his name slipped from Dean's lips, arching up the way Sam had when Dean had been playing with his nipples, the way Dean had when Sam had sucked on Dean's nipples. Dean said his name the way Sam had groaned Dean's name jacking off in the shower, Jesus, just that morning? That desire, the wish, that he would give anything if Dean were there, doing these things to him instead of having to do them to himself.

A small gasp escaped Sam when Dean's huge erect cock was fully exposed. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit was Dean big. Seeing a flaccid cock in a shower, that was one thing. Seeing this very impressive steel hard cock, skin pulled tight, veins clearly showing. He watched in utter fascination as Dean made love to his own cock. Sam had never taken the time to really feel himself that way, to explore himself that way. He usually got a boner for whatever reason and took care of it. Sometimes at night he would tease himself hard and maybe play a little but nothing at all like this.

When Dean began to pump faster, pump harder, the bed creaking softly as Dean fucked into his own hand, Sam felt himself just get even harder. Dean's moan of his name damn near broke him. Watching porn, they don't groan your name. Hell, in porno flicks they usually didn't groan anyone's name, they just groaned. But this was Dean and Dean was thinking of him. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and had to release himself from his tight binding pants. His underwear was already dampened with his own precome. He knew Dean was watching, knew Dean saw what the senior was doing to him.

"Fuck," Sam whispered as he wrapped his own hand around his cock, switching from sitting on his knees to kneeling. His hand caught up quickly in pace to Dean's and his hips thrust forward even as Dean's thrust up. Remembering Dean's lips wrapped around him that morning, h whispered the senior's name, wishing Dean's mouth was on him now.

Watching Sam getting off on watching him was pushing him closer to the edge faster than his hand on his cock. Dean watched hungrily as Sam freed himself from his jeans. The younger boy taking out his cock and stroking him in time with his own hand moving on his straining flesh. God, what he wouldn’t give to have Sam’s hands wrapped around his cock, or better yet, his mouth. But he’d settle for just Sam touching him. Stroking his cock as eagerly to bring him off as Sam was touching himself.

Soon... he hoped. Small steps. If Sam was enjoying watching him so much, maybe next time he’d want to actually be the one to touch him, to make him moan, to bring him off...

“Fuck, Sam... so hot...” Dean whispered, panting harder. Shit he was close. It wouldn’t take much more...

Dean brought his free hand to his lips and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth with a groan. Moaning around and sucking on them like he wished he was sucking on Sam’s cock. Getting them thoroughly wet before pulling them from his mouth with an obscene pop.

Holding Sam’s gaze he dropped his hand back down to his groin, caressing and squeezing his balls as he stroked his cock even faster. His moans spilling even louder as he spread his legs even more and he let his wet fingers slip behind his balls to push inside of himself.

“Oh fuck, yeah... Sam... god...” Dean groaned, fucking up into his hand and down onto his fingers.

Sam watched as the senior sucked his fingers into his mouth and Sam groaned, wishing it was his dick Dean had inside his mouth instead of his own fingers. So sucking on your fingers was…erotic? Maybe next he'd try. Or maybe he would suck on Dean's fingers. The way Dean moaned there must be something to it since Dean hadn't been wrong yet. Okay except maybe the licking up their come. He still wasn't sure he wouldn't puke if he tried that. The taste of himself had been…okay.

When Dean spread his legs wider then-then-then pushed those obscenely wet fingers up his own ass Sam's eyes widened, almost bugging out. Okay, yeah, he knew eventually Dean would want to shove his dick up Sam's ass, he just never figured the youth would stick his own fingers up there. If Dean put his own fingers up inside him…then did that mean it felt…good? How would that feel good?

Okay he was just too close to coming to investigate and he really would rather investigate in private, just like sucking on his fingers and stuff. If Dean hadn't completely worn him out by then, maybe he would experiment a little tonight.

Watching Dean pump up and down on himself, it was almost embarrassing but so fucking hot too. The senior's groaning inflamed his own lust and without meaning to, Dean's name slipped from him as he balls drew up and he shot hot spunk across the bed and some all the way onto Dean's chest.

Dean would have laughed at the way Sam’s eyes practically fell out of his head while the younger boy watched him finger fuck himself if he wasn’t so close to blowing his load any second. Sure, Sam was surprised, but he was also obviously completely turned on, which only made Dean hotter too. Christ, he almost couldn’t believe he was getting off on this so much and they weren’t even touching each other. At the same time it was probably the most intimate thing they’d done yet.

When Sam finally moaned his name and came, the younger boy’s hot spunk splashing across him, Dean was pretty much gone. He curled his fingers inside of himself, rubbing over his prostate hard, and he bucked with a gasp as he came as well. His come joining Sam’s as he spilled over his own chest and stomach, shuddering.

“Oh fuck… fuck… Sam…” Dean whispered as he milked himself dry. Finally releasing his cock and pulling his fingers free from himself as he lay there spent. Christ, he couldn’t believe he’d done that, with his door fucking wide open too. He probably looked like the very picture of sinful lust right now. A pleased smile curved his lips.

“So… I take it you liked that?”

Sam couldn't say anything for a minute. He stared at the senior's long muscular body stretched out on the bed. Glistening white come, their come, glazed his chest and stomach. The young man's eyes were half closed his breath coming in soft pants. Sam wanted to look around just to make sure he wasn't on some hidden camera and that maybe Dean and Bobby really did porn in that secret room downstairs and this was just a screen test.

Sam finally nodded. "It wasn't what I expected," he admitted and added. "At all. It was a lot…hotter than I expected. I guess I've never explored my body like that. And sorry I got you," he cheeks colored, "caught in the spray. I don't normally…uhm, my range isn't usually, you know, quite so far. I kinda made a mess of your bed, too. Sorry."

After a moment of hesitation he slipped his softening cock back inside his pants. "So the fingers…I've never, that was…new," he said somewhere between curious and cautious.

Sinking back to his knees and shifting a little uncomfortably Sam said softly, "I don't know what…" He huffed. "If you were a girl, I'd pull you up against my shoulder, kiss you and just sit there with you a minute, you know until it was cool that we moved on to something else like music or munchies or whatever, or started making out again. I," Sam ran his hands up and down the denim on his thighs. "I don't know what to do here, now, with you. If I get up and go wash my hands or get something to drink or whatever, you'll think I didn't like it. I did. If I sit here doing nothing, I kind of feel awkward. If I lean over to kiss you like I kind of want to…this is the only t-shirt I brought and Bobby might wonder why I'm wearing one of your shirts."

Sam stared at Dean hopefully, looking for guidance. He didn't' want to upset Dean but he really just didn't know how to handle it. He'd never gotten this far with a girl but he'd seen in the movies what a guy did. What the hell did a guy do with a guy after this sort of making out?

Yeah, Dean was way more pleased with himself than he probably should be right now, but he couldn’t really help it anymore than he could wipe the stupid grin off his face as Sam admitted how much he’d liked what they’d just done. Though he raised an eyebrow a bit when Sam admitted that he hadn’t even touched himself like that before… seriously? How the hell did the younger boy jerk off then? Did he even jerk off? Of course he did. What teenage boy didn’t? Dean had never thought there was a way to jerk off wrong, but Sam might be pretty darn close.

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle softly when Sam apologized for coming on him and his bed.

“Don’t worry about it, Sammy. I needed to wash the sheets anyway.” He told the younger boy as he grabbed the edge of his top sheet and started wiping himself down.

Though he looked up at Sam again in a bit of surprise when the younger boy admitted he wasn’t sure what to do now. It sounded like Sam wanted to… cuddle… or something. Or maybe he thought that was what he would want? Dean wasn’t really the cuddling type. Considering nearly all of his encounters involved one night stands, back alley blowjobs, quick and dirty, in and out without all the rest of the complicated bullshit that went with it.

Before Sam…

Now munchies? Yeah, that he could go for. Or another make out session, unfortunately they probably didn’t have much time left before Bobby caught them in a compromising position. Though the way Sam was looking at him, wide eyed and so hopeful, made a warm spot blossom in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile again. Dean finished wiping himself off quickly and sat up, cupping the back of Sam’s neck he leaned in for a quick tender kiss.

“I’m glad you liked it. I told you before, though, you don’t have to do anything.” Dean smiled again as he released the younger boy. “Go on. You know where the bathroom is. Feel free to wash your hands or whatever. Lemme get cleaned up and I’ll join you in the kitchen. Feel free to raid the cupboards while you wait, and then we can go out and start training.”

He couldn't deny he was relieved when Dean didn't seem to expect him to do anything. It was hard for him to believe the party at his house had just been the night before. The senior's kiss was so very tender and loving, it just made him feel all warm and cherished. He nodded and pushed himself off the bed, heading to the downstairs bathroom, to wash up.

After he had washed his hands and face, he headed into the kitchen. He found some potato chips and dip, but he also found some apples. If they were going to train, he figured an apple might be better than junk food. He also knew that Dean would probably find it funny, but he didn't care. Though he did eat about four chocolate chip cookies before he began eating his apple. He wandered around the living room looking at the titles of different books. He didn't want to get apple juice or anything on them so he didn't touch. Such a strange eclectic set of books. He wondered about the rumors again. Looking over the books spread out on the desk in the den, they were mostly about werewolves and some sticky notes had bits and pieces of strange comments jotted on them.

Hearing Dean upstairs, he headed back into the kitchen. He wondered what the training would be like. Would Dean make him do push ups and sit ups and crap? Well, whatever, he'd do it. So long as it helped him survive. That was one thing his parents had taught him. Practicality.

Dean watched the younger boy go. A smile still playing on his lips, glad that Sam seemed a lot more relaxed now, then he forced himself to get up. He stripped off Sam’s underwear then got dressed in his own clothes he usually wore when training. Tossing Sam’s underwear on top of the pants he’d wore today he was almost looking forward to asking the younger boy when he wanted them back. Just to see the blush he was sure would stain Sam’s pretty cheeks.

He quickly stripped the sheets off of his bed, once again glad that it was his turn to do laundry this week. He brought them downstairs with him and tossed them in the washing machine on the way to the kitchen.

When he saw Sam biting into an apple, a bit of juice dribbling down his chin from his mouth, Dean bit off a groan. This was really getting out of control. But it seemed like everything Sam did, even when the younger boy wasn’t even trying, Dean found sexy as hell.

Dean smiled as he walked up to the younger boy and used his thumb to wipe off the apple juice from Sam’s face, then stuck it in his own mouth to suck it clean. Bobby. Bobby was just outside and could come in any minute. Dean was actually a little surprised that the older man hadn’t come in to see what they were up to already. Dean forced himself to put a little more distance between them.

Business before pleasure.

“So, I usually start off with running a few laps to warm up. We can work on building up your strength and endurance at the same time. Then I can start showing you the easiest ways to throw off your attackers if they get their hands on you. Just warning you Sam, I don’t plan on going easy with you, because they won’t either. You ready?”

Sam gave Dean a nod when he joined him in the kitchen. He was a little surprised when Dean reached out and wiped away the dribble of juice he felt at the corner of his mouth. Watching Dean clean it from his thumb and seeing the look on Dean's face, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Dude, I think you need more cold showers than I do," he said with a grin.

He pushed himself to his feet and finishing off the last few bites of the apple, he looked at Dean and slowly licked each finger clean of the sticky juice, knowing what it would do to the older youth. He finally went over to the sink and rinsed his hands clean of the stickiness then turned back to the senior.

"Okay, let's got to it. I've got pretty good endurance as far as running goes. I can do a mile in about thirteen minutes. Faster if I really have too. But I don't usually go much more than a mile or two."

At Dean's warning Sam gave a nod. "Wouldn't be much point in it if you pulled your punches. All I ask is you give me some time to practice what you teach me before we start, what's it called, sparring? And if you can, go a little easy on hitting me on my back? I'm still a little bruised."

He pushed open the door and walked outside. It was a decent day, clear skies and warm without being hot. Though he might re-evaluate that once they got running.

Dean snorted softly at Sam’s teasing words and rolled his eyes a little when the younger boy proceeded to tease him in a completely different way. Watching Sam sucking on his fingers, licking them clean… Yup. He was creating a monster. Dean couldn’t help feeling a little proud at that thought.

When Sam said he was ready, Dean nodded. One or two miles huh? Well, they’d do two then for starters. He wanted to push Sam but he didn’t want to wear the younger boy out completely. Not on just the warm up at least. Eventually he wanted to push Sam up to doing about five miles effortlessly.

He gave the younger boy another nod of understanding when Sam asked him to avoid hitting his back. Even though Dean wasn’t planning on hitting Sam at all, at least not today, though depending on how fast the younger boy picked this up he might teach Sam some throws today too. That didn’t mean that the younger boy wouldn’t be sore as hell trying to get free of his holds. Sam didn’t have nearly the muscle mass yet that Dean had. But he would, eventually.

“Alright. Let’s go then.” Dean said and followed Sam back outside. He waved to Bobby again as he led Sam around the junkyard to the start of his ‘track’. There he started doing a few stretches to loosen his muscles up. “Try to keep pace with me. If you can’t, let me know and we’ll slow up a bit.”

With that, Dean started to run. Checking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure that Sam was keeping up with his slightly longer stride. When it seemed the younger boy wasn’t having much trouble, Dean sped up, mentally keeping track of their laps as they ran.

Sam waved at Bobby too and followed Dean. He was glad Dean stretched out first, but that also told him they weren't doing a couple simple laps like in gym. When Dean set a good pace, Sam was doing all right keeping up, then Dean picked up the pace. Well crap.

He stretched his legs to lengthen his stride, watching for obstacles. The running path wasn't exactly smooth and free of things like rocks and branches and chunks of old cars or washing machines. He focused on the path watching for anything that might trip him up, but quickly found he had to watch the senior too. The senior would slow down and speed up for no apparent reasons. Once Dean had gotten well ahead of him before he had realized it. Another time Sam damned near ran him over.

By the time Dean finally brought them back around to the salvage yard Sam was panting pretty hard and sweat was trickling down his face. He wasn't ready to collapse or anything, but given another mile or two and he might consider it. He was definitely glad he hadn't eaten the salty chips. He was thirsty after the run but he wasn't going to say anything. If Dean said he could have water, then he would, if not, then he wouldn't. Wasn't like he'd be able to hold up his finger in the middle of a fight and say "time out, stop beating my brains out, I need some water." So he kept quiet and stretched out his legs. His muscles weren't burning, but they were going to be sore. He was pleased when he saw Dean lead him on a walk around the yard, giving his muscles a chance to cool down so his legs weren't going to be as sore as they would be otherwise. Dean led him back to an open sort of grassy area.

The next thing Sam knew was his arm was twisted behind him and an arm was around his throat. The hold wasn't painful but definitely firm. Sam didn't do anything for a moment, considering how Dean held him. He finally gave a small shake of his head.

"Everything I tried before didn't get me out of this." He pulled at Dean's arm. Dean was too strong. He elbowed Dean in the ribs hard, though not hard enough to bruise. The senior didn't even flinch.

"Okay Jedi master, your student needs help," Sam said, struggling a little, shifting his weight, trying to find a weakness.

Dean was generally pleased at how Sam was able to keep up with him when they ran, though the younger boy could definitely benefit from keeping a closer eye on his surroundings. Not only as far as making sure he didn’t get jumped in the first place, but also making sure he didn’t get hurt by stupid shit. One of the reasons why Sam’s knee had been so messed up before was because the younger boy had obviously knocked it on something when he fell. That probably could have been avoided, or at least the damage lessened, if Sam had been paying attention to how he fell.

After they’d completed the two miles he took Sam around one more time to cool down and let the younger boy have a breather. At least Sam didn’t seem to be all that winded which was a good thing. Then he took the younger boy to the place he and Bobby used to spar.

He didn’t give Sam any real warning before he put the younger boy into a headlock, but not giving him any direction on how to get out of it. Dean wanted to see what Sam knew, or didn’t know. He wanted to see what Sam was doing wrong before he showed him the right way.

Dean couldn’t help but snort softly at Sam’s words.

“Well, your Jedi Master says quit wiggling around like that unless your aim is just to give your attacker a serious woody.” He told the younger boy as he easily shifted to avoid another elbow to his gut. “Second. You’re not using everything available to you to get out of this. You could be stomping on my feet, kicking me in the knees, hitting me in the balls, or head butting me.”

“But since I don’t really want a broken nose or my nuts cracked I’ll show you what else you can do. Right now I’ve got your center of balance all fucked up, you’ve got no leverage, and if I tighten my arm around your neck you’ll pass out in a minute or two. What you need to do is grab my arm and bend your knees to drop your body weight. It’ll keep me from choking you and throw me off balance. Keep a hold of my elbow as you go down and turn your body in the opposite direction and you’ll throw me over your shoulder. Try it now.”

"A woody is the last thing I want to give them," Sam said and stilled. "Yeah they've always managed to keep me off balance and when I've tried to do anything I didn't seem to hurt them. I guess that no leverage part."

Sam pictured in his mind what Dean told him to do. His mom had always taught him form was most important. Take the time, learn it right and then when you had to do it fast, it came as second nature and you did it right. He placed his hands on Dean's arm testing where he thought would be the best places to grab hold and keep hold. Once he felt he had the best places to hang on to, he suddenly bent his knees and twisted, pulling hard. He was honestly shocked when he succeeded in throwing the larger teen over his shoulder. He nearly went tumbling on top of the teen and before he had a chance to regain his own balance, Dean swept his feet out from under him. He yelped in surprise but rolled away as best he could. When Dean grabbed his ankle, he landed a kick in Dean's chest. Dean's hold loosened and he managed to pull his leg free. He scrabbled to get away, but Dean was right back on him, had his arm twisted behind him again and had him pinned to the ground.

"Crap," Sam muttered. Weight and counterweight. With that thought in mind he wrapped one leg over Dean's and shoving with his free hand managed to roll over so Dean was on his back and he was on top of Dean, but Dean still had his arm. He suspected Dean still had enough leverage to break his arm if he had wanted to. He head butted Dean, but could tell Dean pretty much dodged the blow, but Dean loosened his hold on Sam's arm, maybe pretending Sam had done a good job of head butting him. Sam twisted away and scrambled to his feet. He immediately back pedaled, getting out of Dean's reach. He was panting a little and waiting for Dean to get to his feet.

"Can we go through that again and you tell me what I did right and wrong?" Sam asked.

Dean gave Sam the time to find his hold on his arm and was pleased when the younger boy finally moved and managed to throw him. Sam did a lot better than he had the first time Dean had tried that particular move. Of course the younger boy losing his balance as well and nearly landing on top of him was an undesirable result, they’d work on that.

Dean didn’t let Sam off the hook with just the throw though, bringing Sam down and grabbing him again. Sam had to be prepared for his attackers to continue the fight, after all. They weren’t going to give up just because Sam managed to get in a lucky hit or two. Sam improvised pretty well though, kicking him, and even trying to head butt him just like he’d told the boy too. He was very pleased when Sam finally managed to get out of his reach. Looking a little winded but determined.

Dean smiled and got back to his feet.

Over the two hours he did exactly as Sam asked. He showed the younger boy what he’d done wrong with the throw and what he should have done. He let Sam put him into a rear choke hold and he demonstrated the throw and how to take out his attacker for good once Sam had him on the ground. He let Sam practice on him several more times and then showed the younger boy a few more useful tricks to break various holds. He showed Sam where various pressure points were and how to cause the maximum amount of damage with the least amount of effort to let him escape.

He could tell Sam was a little bit reluctant to actually do some of the things that Dean suggested, like punching his attackers in the throat, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Chances are if worse came to worse and Sam was attacked alone it wouldn’t be a one on one fight. When facing four or five attackers at once the more you could put on the ground and make sure they didn’t get back up again the better odds in your favor.

Finally Dean called a halt to their training finally feeling a little winded himself. Sam must be exhausted. Really, he was very pleased with Sam’s progress. The ‘geek’ was a pretty good student.

“Let’s call it a day. Good job.” Dean said, clapping the younger boy on the back. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”

Dean worked him hard. Common sense and the natural survival instinct guided him in some cases but some of the positions and throws didn't feel natural at first. Once he began to get the feel for them, yeah, he could begin to see the physics behind them. That's what most of it was, a combination of physics and understanding how the body worked. He knew it was still going to take a lot of practice and some of the stuff Dean taught him, seemed…extreme. But then getting the shit kicked out of him, well, he could do extreme…if he had to.

Dean practically overloaded him with knowledge and he figured it would take him a month just to learn everything properly that Dean showed him today. He was really glad though when Dean finally called an end to the training. He felt parched beyond parched.

He beamed at Dean's compliment. "Yeah some water sounds really good right now. And a shower. Maybe I better start bringing an extra set of clothes if we're going to be training like this all the time. Uhm, food is sounding pretty good too. Mom gave me some money to give to Bobby to help cover my meals. You guys shouldn't be having to feed me."

Dean laughed and threw an arm around the younger boy’s shoulders as they walked back towards the house. He’d been doing it all day long it was almost second nature now, and he wasn’t really thinking how it might look to Bobby if the older man saw them walking together like this.

“I’d say it’s a good idea… for more reasons than one.” Dean replied, giving Sam a look that clearly said he had some very naughty reasons in mind. When Sam mentioned food though, the older boy nodded in agreement.

“I can fry up some cheeseburgers if you want.” Dean offered, his stomach already beginning to get on board with that idea by grumbling loudly. He wasn’t sure why, but he was a little surprised that Sam’s mom had given Sam money to give to Bobby. He honestly hadn’t thought about that. They weren’t hurting for money or anything, but having another mouth to feed five days a week…

The older man probably wouldn’t turn down the extra cash for ‘baby-sitting’ duty, even though Dean hadn’t expected it. He was also pretty sure that Bobby wouldn’t have cared even if Sam’s mom didn’t offer to pay them. The boy had to eat, after all. They weren’t going to sit down at dinner and just let him watch them eat. That was rude.

“You can talk to Bobby about it. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. You can borrow some of my clothes if you want to change after your shower, only fair since I borrowed yours.” Dean said casually then leaned in close to Sam’s ear with a slightly more mischievous tone. “You can have your underwear back too.”

Sam saw the look in Dean's eyes with regard to his mentioning the extra clothes. He had a feeling he might do well to just bring a week's worth of clothes and leave them here. The gleam in Dean's eyes told him it was highly likely they might end up needing a change of clothing for more than just from working out. If today was any sample of what the week might be like…yeah.

"Cheeseburgers sound good," Sam agreed. He realized not only was he thirsty, but he was starved.

With the way Dean had his arm over his shoulder, he assumed Bobby must know about the arrangement. In a way, that relieved him. It would make things easier between him and Dean at the salvage yard.

Seeing the look of mild surprise in the senior's eyes when he mentioned the money surprised him. He was glad Dean didn't seem offended by the offer. He wasn't about to take handouts from the two.

He nodded at the offer to borrow Dean's clothes. He would like to shower and he really didn't want to get back into his school uniform. When Dean whispered in his ear he felt the color rise into his cheeks. The thought of wearing underwear that Dean had been wearing, that he'd been wearing when Dean jacked off in front of him. He wasn't sure he could even put the underwear on without thinking of the senior al stretched out on the bed, moaning, wearing those same underwear.

Dean had a feeling he was going to like Sam eating over. Bobby always complained that he was going to turn into a cheeseburger one of these days. But if it was a two against one vote on dinner, then maybe Dean could get his cheeseburgers more often.

Well… it was a nice dream after all.

Dean did laugh when he saw the bright flush blossom all over the younger boy’s face when he mentioned Sam’s underwear. He could only imagine what was going on inside Sam’s head, because the younger boy didn’t say a word. Speechless… he certainly couldn’t accuse Sam of being that very often.

Sam was too damned cute when he blushed. Especially when he blushed because he was thinking about sex. Sex with Dean.

Dean was still grinning from ear to ear when they made it inside and the older teen finally dropped his arm from around Sam’s shoulders. Giving the other boy a little push towards the bathroom.

“Go ahead and get washed up if you want. Towels are on the rack. I’ll get you some clothes and leave them on the toilet.”

Dean seemed to delight in making him blush, and dammit, he didn't normally blush so easily. With what happened today in the car, Dean could probably lean in and just whisper 'underwear' to him and he'd turn crimson.

When Dean's arm left his shoulder Sam missed it almost immediately. He couldn't deny the older boy's presence made him feel protected and after the previous week he was feeling more than a little vulnerable. Sex or no sex, he liked, even needed, Dean close to him and that was almost embarrassing by itself. He was sixteen, not some frightened kid.

He let Dean nudge him toward the bathroom and a small part of him wanted to pull Dean close and kiss him, but they'd just been sparring. That seemed really un-manly to be kissing Dean after all the fighting they'd done. Too, Sam was pretty tired. Between the sex in the morning, the stress of the day, the jerking off once they got to Dean's place, and the work out, he was pretty certain he was going to sleep good tonight.

Sam headed into the bathroom and stripped down. He gave a small shake of his head. A week ago almost to the hour, he had been in this bathroom, taking a shower in this stranger's house, trying to wash away the taste and touch of Eric. He turned on the water and as soon as it had warmed up, he stepped inside. He guessed he ought to bring soap and shampoo in the future too. If they were going to get all sweaty like this every day, then he was going to want a shower every day after their workout.

Now that they were no longer sparring he couldn't deny his mind was recalling the touch of the senior on his body. The way Dean took hold of his wrist or his waist. The way he got to hold Dean in the headlock, their bodies pressed up close against one another. Dean's hot breath in his ear. Their panting, Dean's touch…Sam's thoughts were suddenly drifting away from the reality of their recent sparring and turning it into fantasies, Dean pinning him to the ground, kissing him, touching him…Sam hardly realized the long slow strokes he was giving his cock as his imagination swept him away.

On his way upstairs to get the clothes he’d promised for Sam, Dean checked Bobby’s office but didn’t see the older man in there. Weird, he hadn’t seen Bobby outside either. But that wasn’t much out of the ordinary the salvage yard was pretty big.

Crap, he hoped Bobby hadn’t seen him and Sam. What would he think? He’d just had his arm around the younger boy, it wasn’t like he’d been grabbing Sam’s ass or anything… still Bobby was a hunter and too damned observant to be making those kinds of mistakes around him. Hell, he’d left the door wide open when he and Sam had been making out before. That was just stupid. Even for him.

Sighing he went upstairs and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from his drawers that were a little small on him. He grabbed a belt too, figuring they would still be a little loose on Sam. A quick check showed him that that the older man wasn’t upstairs either.

He returned downstairs to hear the shower already running, but since Bobby wasn’t in the house he didn’t hesitate opening the bathroom door. He closed the lid and dropped the folded clothes on top of it. He was about to walk out again when he heard the soft moan come from the other side of the shower curtain and Dean wasn’t sure whether to be amused or impressed.

For a second Dean really considered stripping down and getting in with the younger boy. He could always say he just wanted to rinse off real quick too. If he helped rinse Sam off at the same time well… that was just multitasking right?

Stop thinking with your damned dick, Bobby could come in at any time and see us. Dean ordered himself and turned around to head out the door.

“Clothes are on the toilet, Sam.”

Sam hadn't even heard the door open what with the running water and his own distractions. Dean's words jolted him out of his fantasies. Fuck he was hard as a rock again. He hadn't jacked off this much since he had the hots for that cheerleader. His mind immediately flashed to that morning, Dean's wet body standing naked in front of him and him having to jack off again before they went to school because of that and those tight pants.

What if…what if he asked Dean to finish him off? Dean would. He knew that. But Dean would also probably end up in the shower with him and that made him both all sorts of hot and bothered at the thought, but a little weirded out too. With Dean's naked and wet body in the same shower, up against him…he moaned softly at the thought…he'd end up…touching Dean and no, it was just all too fast. Way too fast. A part of this just didn't seem right in the first place but Dean had an effect on like no one ever had before.

"Thanks," Sam voice was between a squeak and a groan. Finish up, he told himself sternly. He soaped his hand up good and quickly finished himself off, trying to keep his sounds quiet to non-existent but when he came the orgasm shook him so hard it almost put him on his knees. It had a lot to do with the fact he was hyper sensitized at this point he was sure, and hell, his cock was getting a little tender at this point with all the attention. He leaned against the shower wall, gathering himself. This was just getting out of control. He made himself focus on finishing his shower quickly. His stomach was rumbling and demanding food and it wouldn't be too much longer before Dean would be taking him home for the evening.

He got out of the shower and dried off. He picked up Dean's underwear and held it up. Dean wore his for half the day, there was some sort of irony that he would be wearing Dean's for the second half of the day. It wasn't a bad fit, though a little large as were the jeans. He was grateful Dean had thought to loan him a belt or the pants would have been hanging low enough on his hips to approach obscene. The t-shirt was equally big. He ran his hand over the AC DC logo. Not a t-shirt he would own, but it was Dean's so it was okay.

He headed out to the kitchen, greeted by the smell of cooking burgers. "Can I help with anything?"

The tone of Sam’s voice made Dean grin in spite of himself and he had to force himself to walk out the door and close it firmly behind him. Rather than do what he really wanted to do, like ‘check on’ Sam in the shower. Just to make sure the younger boy was ‘all right’. Maybe even giving Sam a helping hand…

Damn it.

Dean forced himself to shut off all the mental images of the two of them in the shower together, Sam clinging to him while he worked the younger boy’s slippery wet cock, before he sprouted wood yet again. Dinner. Think of dinner. Hamburgers. Nothing friggen arousing about hamburgers…

Ok… Bobby in a tutu… there problem solved.

The young man went into the kitchen and got out what he would need to fry up some burgers for him, Sam, and Bobby. Even though Bobby would probably complain about having cheeseburgers again and fries again. But you couldn’t have cheeseburgers without fries. That was just wrong.

So he patted the hamburger into patties and threw them on the pan that was heating up, then dug out the potatoes. Washing them and starting to slice them up while the burgers started frying. It was about then that Sam entered the kitchen offering to help… and looking fucking adorable in his clothes. Dean cleared his throat and nodded, handing over the knife he’d been using to Sam.

“Sure, finish cutting these up while I get the oil ready.”

The way Dean looked him over told Sam that Dean approved of Sam in his clothes as much as Sam had approved of Dean in his. Stepping up beside Dean he took the knife and began cutting up the potatoes. He made short work of them and handed them off to Dean then turned to the onions Dean had set out and quickly cut them up. While Dean was tending to the burgers and fries, Sam got the table wiped off and set and dug out the condiments from the fridge and handed Dean the buns to throw into the oven to toast. He'd seen some extra strawberries in the fridge, no doubt left over from the shortcake Bobby had brought the day before and cleaned them and cut them up and sprinkled a light layer of sugar over them and set the bowls on the table at each plate. Although he wanted a coke, he knew with all the training, they probably ought to have water so filled up three glasses with water and ice. If the others wanted something else, he figured they could change out the water easily enough.

Sam looked up when Bobby came in through the back door, Rumsfeld on his heels.

"Hello Mr. Singer—Bobby," Sam corrected himself.

"Hello Sam. Nice to see you without new bruises."

Sam gave him a grin. "Nice not to have any. Well, one on my shoulder, but that's okay. Don't think they'll do that again. Not after Dean made them apologize to me."

"I'm gonna get cleaned up," Bobby said and passed a mild glare to Dean. "Tomorrow is chicken. Roasted. Got that?"

When the younger boy was done with the potatoes, Dean seasoned them up just the way he liked them and threw them in the heated oil to fry. Sam seemed to be doing pretty well finding things to do and finding his way around the kitchen, so Dean left him to it, pretty much concentrating on the burgers themselves. It was actually kind of nice to have someone else take care of things like setting and cleaning off the table while he worked. He saw Sam go in the fridge and take out the strawberries and lifted an eyebrow as he watched the younger boy sugar them and set them on the table but Dean merely shrugged. Well, Bobby should be a little bit happy then. They were having fruit with their dinner.

Dean turned when he heard the door open and smiled as Rumsfeld followed Bobby in and the dog immediately made himself comfortable on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. He gave the older man’s his most innocent expression they both knew was full of shit in response to Bobby’s glare and then merely shrugged at his words.

“Sure. Whatever.” He replied and turned his attention back to the burgers. They were going to have fried chicken tomorrow. If Bobby wanted him to cook, then Dean was going to make what he wanted, damn it. But he’d make some canned corn to go with it, corn was a vegetable right?

“Burgers are almost done.” He threw over his shoulder as he checked on the fries, and the buns in the oven. The buns were done. So were the fries. He quickly took the buns out of the oven and set them on the counter. Setting some paper towels on the counter as well, he scooped out the fries onto them to drain and cool off.

“Sam, bring me the plates.” Dean said as he started throwing a few slices of cheese on top of the burgers.

Sam brought over the plates and once Dean had filled them, set them on the table then settled into what had become 'his' spot at the table. He doctored his burger to his liking and seeing that Dean wasn't waiting on Bobby, began eating himself.

Bobby came out a few minutes later and gave a sigh as he sat down at the table. "You're either going to turn into a cheeseburger or die of a coronary by the time you're twenty-five," Bobby told Dean. "Or yer trying to make me die of a coronary just so you can inherit my business." Seeing the veiled surprise in Dean's eyes, Bobby snorted. "Who else would I leave my stuff to you idget? Yer the only family I got."

Sam couldn't help but smirk at Bobby's comments. His own mom wouldn't let the family eat like this most times because his dad had high cholesterol. And she'd say the same of Sam when it came to pizza. He'd eat pizza three or four times a week if she'd let him. Or hot dogs. Or burgers. But pizza was his real weakness. He'd do the homemade pizza and load it up into a coronary waiting to happen with the sausage and pepperoni and layers of cheese. Hey, maybe he could get Bobby to buy the stuff and he could make them pizza one night. With that in mind he slipped from the table and went to his backpack. He settled back in to the chair and laid the two twenties his mom had given him on the table.

"Mom told me to give you that to help pay for my meals and snacks and stuff. You're supposed to let me know if that's enough. I got a feeling she might drop off the occasional meal on Sunday nights for us to have on Mondays. If Dad cooks it, it'll probably be barbque. If Mom cooks, hard telling. Might be stew or chili or a Japanese meal. Or the makings for one and I can cook it. And you're not allowed to turn any of it down. My parents aren't going to let you shoulder feeding me. Mom made some coffee cake last night too. She doesn't want Dad eating it all, and he will, so she sent some over for you and Dean. It's wrapped in foil on the counter."

Bobby cocked an eyebrow at the youngster. He actually hadn't thought about the fact that he would be feeding the boy five nights a week. He gave a nod. "Fair 'nough," the old mechanic said. "But we don't eat real fancy around here. Don't know that it'll cost that much."

Sam shrugged. "I don't think my parents will accept giving you any less."

Bobby gave a soft grunt. "All right then, son. But if I send you home with leftovers, they can't be refusing them."

Sam beamed. "That sounds good. And I can do some of the cooking. I make good pizza and meatloaf and spaghetti."

Glancing at Dean Bobby leaned toward Sam a little and asked, "You any good at roast chicken? I swear that boy don't know how to cook anything that ain't fried unless it comes out of a can." He gave Sam a wink.

"Uh, yeah, I could do roast chicken probably," he said with a small laugh.

"Looks like we're gonna need to get you set up with a place to keep some spare clothes, too."

"Dean was nice enough to loan me some of his clothes. I didn't think about the training and I really needed a shower and didn't want to get back into my school clothes. They suck."

Bobby laughed. "I've heard that sentiment before though it was put a little more strongly." After dipping one of his fries into the ketchup and eating it he said, "I'll do dishes tonight and you two can get started on your homework." Looking at Dean he added. "After you drop off Sam tonight, we need to get some work done on that project we need ready for this weekend. Sam, Dean's going to have to drop you off at home right after school on Friday. You be okay with that? Or we can bring you here, but one of your parents will have to come get you. Dean and I are headed out of state this weekend. I'd pull Dean out at lunchtime, but I don't want to leave you unprotected and we can make up the time once we hit the road. Especially with Mr. Speed Demon drivin'."

"Yeah, I'll be okay at home. I'll just let my parents know."

Dean sat down at the table across from Sam and poured a generous amount of ketchup on his hamburger before taking a large bite out of it. Damn that was good. He was starving. Which was why his only reply was to continue chewing when Bobby finally joined them and made his comment about him dying of a heart attack before he was twenty five. He’d heard it plenty of times before. In Dean’s opinion, dying of junk food poisoning wasn’t such a bad way to go.

Though he did roll his eyes a little when Bobby accused him of trying to give the older man a coronary instead. To get a hold of his business of all things. Dean gave Bobby a quizzical look, was he fucking serious? Apparently so. The young man averted his eyes down to his plate as he started munching on his fries. He hated when Bobby talked like that, getting all mushy with him… alone was bad enough, and now they had company.

He glanced up from his plate however when Sam got up and returned to the table with the money the younger boy had mentioned earlier. Dean wasn’t really sure how much he liked the idea of Sam’s mom coming by their house with dinner for them. And, damn it, he’d forgotten to throw out the cake.

Sam cooking? Well, he probably shouldn’t be too surprised considering how well the younger boy had helped him out with dinner tonight. Meatloaf and spaghetti? That didn’t sound so bad. They didn’t have that much around here. Pizza on the other hand… they practically owned stock in the local pizza joint down the road.

Though Dean frowned a little when Bobby ‘whispered’ conspiratorially to Sam regarding him making roasted chicken. Damn it. Sam was supposed to be on his side about this. Homework… he definitely wasn’t in the mood for that. Especially since he didn’t usually start his homework until later on. Though when the older man mentioned their ‘project’ for this weekend, Dean’s frown vanished and he gave the older man a nod.

Dean couldn’t believe he’d almost forgotten about the hunt he and Bobby were going on this weekend. Usually when they were getting ready for a hunt he could barely think about anything else. Sam had been distracting him more than he realized. He really needed to get his head back on straight, he couldn’t have any distractions if he was going to be dealing with werewolves.

Though he frowned a little when Sam said he would be ok at home. He would have rather Sam agreed to come here and stay until his parents could pick him up, if only because he knew there was no way anyone from their school would come by the salvage yard. Sam’s house on the other hand… Maybe he would talk to Sam about it when they were doing their ‘homework’.

Damn it. And he’d already been making plans in his head about taking Sam to the bar this weekend… yeah, he wasn’t distracted at all. Maybe they could still do it, just not on Friday night like he’d been planning. Maybe Wednesday… it was ladies night after all… That could definitely work. All he had to do was convince Sam.

Sam saw that Dean wasn't happy with the idea of him not coming to the salvage yard. It seemed kind of silly though if they weren't there. Yeah, okay, so Eric could have made a copy of his house keys. Dean himself had said Eric wouldn't try and break in or anything. And it would only be for a few hours.

He was curious what their project was, but since Bobby didn't say what it was, he didn't think he should ask. There was still that bit of knowledge he had of the room downstairs with all the symbols, and this weekend was a full moon. He didn't know if the dates or the moon had any significance to…non-Christians, yeah, he didn't want to think of them as devil worshippers. Maybe they were just pagans or something? Maybe they were meeting up with their coven. He really hoped neither men started trying to convert him or anything. Both his parents were Christians, especially his mom. Though his mom wasn't Catholic, on the back of his watch was engraved the two sides of the St. Benedict's medal. She told him it would protect him. Yeah, really protected him from Eric…well, actually, he'd been wearing the fancy watch Eric had given him at the time. Well, wasn't that ironic? Eric's watch was already buried in a drawer and he had on the watch his mom had gotten him. He knew his dad had the same thing engraved in the back of his watch and she had it on the underside of the bracelet she wore.

He was pleased that Bobby said he'd do the dishes so Sam and Dean could get some homework done. He had gotten a good bit done while sitting in with Dean during detention, but he still had a lot to do having missed those days.

As soon as he finished he put his dirty dishes on the counter. "That was great, Dean. Thanks for doing the dishes Bobby."

He headed out to his books and plopped down on the couch, pulling the books of interest out.

Dean finished off his burger and most of his fries, sharing the rest with Rumsfeld. When he was done he got up and tossed his dishes into the sink and grudgingly grabbed his book bag off of the floor where he’d haphazardly threw it earlier. Sam already had his books out and everything… like a good little student… and was sitting in the living room doing his homework.

Dean really wanted to suggest that they take it upstairs to his bedroom… even if they didn’t do anything he could at least talk to the younger boy more freely about the things he wanted to do. But one glance back at Bobby convinced him it probably wasn’t a good idea.

If the older man wasn’t suspicious about them already taking Sam up into his bedroom was a good way to make him suspicious. So Dean merely sighed and flopped himself down in one of the arm chairs across from the couch and dug out his own books, Rumsfeld shadowing his every move as usual, followed him into the living room and stretched himself out on the floor at his feet.

Dean was pretty much done with his homework by the time it rolled around to take Sam home and by that time he was ready for the excuse to put it down.

“Alright, Sam. Let’s go.” He told the younger boy as he got up and stretched. Grabbing his keys from the counter, and giving Bobby a heads up as he passed the older man now working in his office. “Back in a few, Bobby.”

They got in his car, and Dean barely waited for Sam to get in before suggesting.

“So, how about Wednesday night? Its ladies night at the bar.” He said, knowing Sam would know exactly what he was talking about.

Sam was almost startled when Dean told him it was time to go. He was so used to studying and doing his homework at home, he had practically forgotten he wasn't home. He gave a nod and quickly gathered his things. He grabbed his backpack that had his school clothes and his regular clothes in them. He supposed he could change back into his school clothes, but he didn't want to make Dean wait. He'd just give him back his clothes the next day.

He followed Dean out to the Impala and settled into the passenger's seat, buckling up. He glanced over at Dean quizzically, his mind still on school work. It took a moment for him to process Dean's comment. When the implication sunk in he felt a slight color rise to his cheeks.

"Uhm, okay," he said. They were actually going to go out to a bar and pick up a girl? A girl that would do them both? Or maybe they'd each get a girl. A shy smile played at his lips. "That'll be…you really think someone will want to…with me?" He knew his cheeks turned redder. God he was such a girl! He didn't get this embarrassed when he'd been with Amanda or Stacy. It was as if Dean could say most anything and he would just turn red.