It hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd greeted his parents when he got home, though it turned out only his dad was home. They'd passed the basic how was your day sort of pleasantries and Sam headed up to his room. He had gotten his homework out, sitting down at his desk to finish and the next thing he knew his mom was gently shaking him awake and guiding him to his bed.

When he woke in the morning he felt like he'd been run over by a truck. He dragged himself out of bed; the shower helped loosen up his sore muscles but he was feeling everything from the two to three mile run, to all the thrusting his hips had done, to all the bruises he had taken during training, and his cock, yeah, it was sore. So were his balls for that matter. He wasn't sure there was a part of him that didn't ache. He popped a couple aspirin and rubbed some soothing lotion on his cock. After he got dressed, he stuffed extra clothes in his back pack and put his homework into his other backpack. He would go down and eat in a minute. He just wanted to lay back down for a few minutes. He had plenty of time yet.

He groaned when his mother shook his awake.

"I'm leaving Sam. Out of bed. Dean will be here soon, I'm sure."

"M'kay," he grunted.

"Up!" she ordered with exasperation.

Sam grudgingly sat up, scrubbing a hand over his face sleepily. He dragged himself out to the living room. At least the aspirin seemed to have helped some.

"Worked you hard did he?" she asked as she set Sam's things on the couch.

Sam looked guiltily at her. "Uhm, yeah." he agreed. "Gonna get breakfast."

"All right. I haven't dumped the coffee out yet. Maybe you better have some. See you tonight."

"Hey Mom? Dean and I have a big exam on Thursday. Can I just stay at his place tomorrow night?"

She paused and sighed. "If your father agrees, I suppose. Bobby's okay with you staying?"

"Yeah," Sam said, suddenly wondering what they were going to tell the older man. Well, that was up to Dean to come up with.

"Okay. You can ask your dad tonight. I'll be late again. I did get another set of pictures for Dean's portfolio."

"Thanks, Mom. Have a good day," Sam said as he staggered out to the kitchen, waving to her as she left and locked the door behind her. He settled on toast and reheated the coffee in the microwave. After he finished eating he went out to the living room to wait for Dean. Even if Dean was coming early he had a good twenty minutes yet. Maybe he'd just shut his eyes for a few minutes…

He and Bobby had spent the night making extra silver bullets, when it came to werewolves, it was always better to have too much ammunition rather than not enough. After that they spent some time doing some late night target practice in the dark. Once he had satisfied Bobby he’d practiced enough, hitting his targets dead center every single time, they both went to bed.

The next morning Dean got up early and did his usual morning workout. Bobby was already gone by the time he was done on an early pick up. Dean showered, dressed, and grabbed something to eat before he headed out the door.

He couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to seeing Sam again today. He’d enjoyed his time with the younger boy yesterday even more than he had thought he would. Sam was a fast learner… in many different ways, and he was looking forward to teaching Sam some more today. Hopefully. If the younger boy was up to it.

When Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb of Sam’s house it was about an hour or so before they’d have to actually leave for school. He hoped that the younger boy’s parents had already left for work and shit, because he really didn’t want to have to explain to them why he was here so early.

Dean knocked on the front door of Sam’s house and waited for the other boy to open the door. When no one answered he frowned and knocked again louder.

The loud knocking on the door pulled Sam from his sleep. He bolted upright, suddenly very awake, and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Oh, crap," he muttered, wiping the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. He really had intended to try to get more homework done. He pushed himself to his stocking feet and walked to the door. Opening it, he grinned sheepishly at Dean as he combed his fingers through his unruly hair.

"Sorry. Uhm, kinda fell back asleep. I just need to get my shoes on. C'mon in."

Sam walked back to the living room. His mom had brought his shoes out along with his stuff. He sank onto the couch and slid his shoes on and tied them. "Are you sure you didn't run over me with your car or something?" he teased, looking up at the tall senior. "I ache in places I didn't know even existed. Help me up."

He ignored the look Dean gave him and waited for Dean to offer him a hand. When Deean did, he took hold of it and promptly yanked Dean down onto the couch, practically on top of him. Chuckling, he tsked. "You need to work on that center of balance of yours. It's all about leverage, I'm told."

What the hell was taking Sam so long? It was way too early for Sam to have already left for school, and besides, the younger boy wasn’t dumb enough to show up there alone. What if something had happened to Sam? What if Eric or someone else from the school had come by and…

Just when Dean was contemplating grabbing his lock pick kit, or simply breaking the door down, Sam finally opened the door. He couldn’t deny he was a little surprised by Sam’s appearance. His hair mussed and his eyes tired. Though the younger boy was dressed, Sam looked like he’d just woken up. Apparently he had. Dean didn’t know whether to feel amused or guilty for having obviously completely exhausted the younger boy yesterday.

Dean laughed softly at Sam’s accusation. Ok, so maybe he would have to take it a bit easier on the younger boy. Not work him so hard training and in bed at the same time.

He watched Sam putting his shoes on, and when the younger boy asked for his help up he raised an eyebrow. Worry beginning to win out over his amusement, only to find himself suddenly pulled off balance and landing on top of Sam. He’d barely managed to put his arms out on either side of Sam when he landed to keep from squashing the younger boy completely.

As he looked down into Sam’s amused eyes, so close now, Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. Then he shifted a little so he was resting comfortably between the younger boy’s legs and as he brought his mouth closer to Sam’s.

“So, what else do you remember from your training?” Dean asked, only half teasing, before kissing the younger boy.

He knew he shouldn't be teasing Dean like this, especially since he was already sore, but he just couldn't resist. Dean had looked all worried when he opened the door and then when Sam asked him for help up. Besides the pounding on the door had kicked some adrenalin into him and he felt like being a bit silly. They had lots of time before they had to be at school.

He grinned at Dean's chuckle. He wrapped his arms around Dean when the older boy kissed him. He tangle his tongue with Dean's for a minute then rolled them off the couch and shifted his hands to Dean's wrists so he had Dean pinned on the floor. "I remember how to pin someone," he said.

Looking down at Dean it was his turn to chuckle. He wriggled his hips teasingly. "And that if I move around right I'll probably give them a hard on."

He kissed Dean until he had to come up for air. "Okay, maybe the coffee was a bad idea, or the sugar I put in it was." Sam laughed.

Dean groaned softly into the younger boy’s mouth. Enjoying the way Sam’s tongue caressed his own and the way the younger boy’s arms wrapped around him. He was definitely looking forward to helping Sam take his mind off some of his aches and pains from yesterday. Though he couldn’t stop the small sound of surprise that escaped his mouth into Sam’s when the younger boy suddenly rolled them both off the couch, and the grunt when Sam landed on top of him.

He raised an eyebrow when Sam suddenly pinned his wrists to the floor then laughed outright at the younger boy’s teasing. Though the laugh quickly changed to a moan the way Sam wiggled against him. As Sam kissed him again, Dean slipped his wrists from the younger boy’s hold and his hands came to rest on Sam’s slender hips. Holding the younger boy to him as Dean arched beneath him, rubbing his definitely growing hard on against Sam.

“I think you should drink coffee every morning.” Dean teased back, his hands becoming bolder as they slipped from Sam’s hips to cup the younger boy’s ass instead. Squeezing the firm muscles through the pants Sam was wearing then traveling upwards, sliding underneath the younger boy’s shirt.

“Still sore everywhere?” He asked a little more seriously.

He could tell Dean was getting aroused. Sam was beginning to think all they had to do was practically look at each other to get a hard on. He let Dean 'escape' his 'hold' and moaned a little as Dean held his hips in place as Dean rubbed against him. That felt good, just like Dean's hands on his ass felt. He arched up a little into Dean's touch when Dean's hands drifted under his shirt caressing bare skin. Arching up made him grind his cock down against Dean's.

"…Yeah," Sam said. "Hot shower, aspirin, lotion…down there, it's all helped but," he bent his elbows and laid his body on top of Dean, turning his head so his ear was pressed against Dean's chest. He listened to the thumping of Dean's heart, "I still hurt. Guess I shouldn't be teasing you like this huh?"

Sam grew quiet, laying there, running his hand lightly over Dean's chest. Yesterday school had gone fine for the most part, but like yesterday morning he really didn't want to go back to that place.

"You've never sponsored anyone before they say. You don't walk with anyone, talk with anyone. How come you decided to sponsor me? You didn't want anything to do with me originally."

Dean echoed Sam’s soft moan when the younger boy ground down against him. Damn, but Sam could get him so damned hot barely even trying. Though when the other boy admitted that yes he was still sore from yesterday. Hot shower, Aspirin, and lotion? A soft laugh escaped the older boy even as he winced a little in sympathy.

“Probably not.” Dean admitted a little reluctantly, even as he laughed softly. That probably meant he shouldn’t be teasing Sam either. He didn’t want the poor boy’s dick to fall off, after all.

Sam didn’t move to get off him though. Instead, making himself more comfortable and Dean couldn’t say he minded. Well, his cock was complaining a little, but he told it to behave itself. Sam’s fingers continued to drift lightly over his chest, and his own hands mirrored the motions along the younger boy’s bare back beneath his shirt. The touch meant to be more soothing than arousing now.

Now that he was paying more attention, Dean could feel the tension in the younger boy’s muscles even though Sam seemed pretty relaxed at the moment. The muscles were probably tight from the workout and training they’d done yesterday. His fingers started to lightly massage along the younger boy’s back though when Sam spoke again, asking him why he was sponsoring him, Dean paused for a moment and then sighed heavily before continuing.

“If your dick wasn’t digging into my hip, I’d call you a girl.” Dean complained then he was quiet for a long time before he finally shrugged. “I don’t know. When I saw you walking down the street, those fuckers following you… I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Sam had to admit the light massage on his back felt good. Apparently he needed to stretch out more after the workout/training. That would probably help.

When Dean accused him of being a girl, he scowled. It was a fair question, dammit. He wasn't really sure he would get an honest answer, but he wanted to one all the same. If the reason was Dean lusted after him, Dean sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that. Dean wasn't going to tell him he was pathetic either. So what would the senior say? He really wasn't sure Dean was going to answer him when he finally spoke.

Sam almost made a crack about better late than never, but wisely didn't. It hadn't been Dean's job to look out for him and he was just freaking lucky Dean had even stopped for him. So. He did fall into the pathetic category. The damsel in distress.

"Yeah, kinda shocked me when you stopped. Wasn't really sure…didn't know why you did it. I figured…well, I hoped you were the lesser of the evils." Pushing himself up and looking into Dean's eyes he added. "Glad you were."

Giving Dean a quick kiss before finally pushing himself off Dean and slowly getting his feet under him, he took a moment to glare at Dean. "And I'm not being girlie. You sponsoring anyone is a big shock to everyone. I was just curious what made me different."

The lesser of two evils, huh? Dean frowned a little at that. Well, he supposed he couldn’t very well blame Sam for thinking that. Dean couldn’t help but wonder if that was still the only reason Sam wanted him around. Because he was the lesser of two evils. He might want to get into the younger boy’s pants, but he’d never force Sam.

The kiss Sam gave him was over far too quick and then Sam was pushing himself up and off him, and Dean couldn’t help but frown a little more. Guess he’d said the wrong thing after all. Damn it.

And all the while Sam was insisting he wasn’t acting like a chick. Then why was the younger boy giving him all the damned chick type questions and then based on his answer either putting out or not?

Dean huffed as he pushed himself up on his elbows, looking up at Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“What does it matter?”

Sam was surprised by Dean's annoyance. He apparently said something wrong, but, he reminded himself, Dean did seem to have a hair trigger when it came to getting pissed off, especially when it came to Sam.

"I told you, I was just curious," Sam said a little defensively. "You've got a wicked reputation. They beat the hell out of me, you'd been pretty pissed at me the night before, and then stopped to help. It just didn't make any sense to me and you kind of scared me. You confuse me, okay?" Sam sighed a little. "In a lot of ways."

Since he had upset Dean, Sam eased himself back to the floor. He didn't want Dean pissed at him. He rested his hand on Dean's thigh and rubbed it lightly. "Sorry, okay? Just don't…don't call me a girl." He was already whoring himself out, he didn't need the reminder. Not that he was really minding some of what—okay, maybe a lot of what—he and Dean were doing, but he didn't want to be called a girl.

Squeezing Dean's thigh he gave him a small smile. "You're here early and I'm sore. So…you got any ideas what we can do that won't make me more, uh, you know, sore?" He was proud oh himself. He didn't blush. Barely.

Yeah, Dean knew his reputation. All too well. But he still wasn’t quite sure why it mattered to Sam so much why he’d decided to help the younger boy out. Wasn’t it enough that he was helping Sam? Wasn’t it enough that he… liked… Sam? Why did the other boy have to analyze everything?

Maybe he’d just thought that by now Sam wouldn’t really care what other people were saying about him. Though if he was being totally honest, how long had they really known each other? Barely more than a week? For some reason it just felt like they’d known each other longer.

He supposed he couldn’t blame Sam… since this whole thing confused the hell out of him too sometimes.

When Sam eased himself back down onto the floor and started rubbing his thigh, Dean sighed softly.

“Sorry.” He apologized for calling the younger boy a girl, even if Sam was acting like one. But since the other boy seemed to get so defensive every time Dean teased him that way, he wouldn’t anymore.

Dean snorted softly in amusement though when Sam asked him if there was anything they could do that wouldn’t make the younger boy more sore than he was. Well… he supposed there was one thing he could do.

“Sure. Take off your shirt and lay down on the couch, on your stomach.” He told the younger boy, unable to keep from grinning when Sam blushed.

Dean just got too damned much enjoyment making him blush, Sam decided. He was going to have to figure out how to make Dean blush. He had done it before. The mischief in the senior's eyes made him suspicious but not necessarily in a bad way. He looked at Dean and then the couch and tried to fathom what Dean was up to.

He hadn’t put his coat on yet so he slowly undid his shirt and pulled it off, wincing slightly when his aching shoulders complained. Climbing to his feet he kicked off his shoes that he had just put on and pulled off his belt. If he was going to lay on his stomach he didn't want the buckle biting into his stomach. He set his shirt and belt on the chair and moved his bags out of the way.

After a moment of chewing on his lip he looked at Dean with one final suspicious look. With mock seriousness he scolded him. "No tickling. Or I'll find out where you're ticklish and make you scream like a girl." He smirked at Dean then flopped down onto the couch.

He turned his head so he could see Dean, cradling his cheek on his hands. "Okay, now what oh Jedi Master."

Dean merely grinned more at the suspicious look that Sam gave him. Sam didn’t say ‘no’ though, and Dean watched from his half reclined position on the floor while the younger boy stripped off his shirt, just like he had asked. The older boy’s eyes definitely lingering on Sam’s crotch while the younger boy took off his belt. Maybe he should have told Sam he should take his pants off as well. Though if Sam did that, Dean probably wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from caressing that perfect ass and teasing Sam’s cock till the younger boy came screaming his name... and the idea was to help ease some of the other boy’s discomfort, not make Sam even more sore.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t still admire though as he watched Sam kick off his shoes and move the things off the couch. Dean couldn’t help but laugh a little as well when Sam warned him not to try tickling him. Really, Sam shouldn’t be putting ideas into his head like that. Now that it was there he knew one day he was going to have to do it, just to listen to Sam scream his head off like a girl.

When Sam was finally laying down on the couch looking at him expectantly, Dean smirked and pushed himself up off the floor. Then, before the younger boy could protest, he climbed onto the couch with Sam, straddling the other boy’s legs. He let his weight rest on Sam’s thighs, pretty much pinning Sam in place and giving Dean full access to do pretty much whatever he wanted.

“Just relax.” Dean replied, rubbing his hands together to make sure they were warm before leaned forward and let them settle on Sam’s shoulders. He’d noticed how Sam winced a little when removing his shirt and figured this was the best place to start as he began a gentle massage. His fingers carefully kneading the younger boy’s shoulder muscles and his touch gradually growing firmer when he felt some of the knots relax.

Sam watched Dean get up, again admiring the grace and ease of movement the older boy seemed to have. The next thing he knew Dean was sitting on top of him, straddling his thighs. Sam grunted a complaint and twisted his head to look back at the senior. What the fuck?

Dean's grin and words didn't really lend themselves to Sam actually relaxing and he watched as the senior rub his hands together as if in anticipation. Shit. Didn't Dean get it when he said he was sore enough already?

He felt the shift in the young man's weight and Dean leaned forward. The touch of Dean's warm hands on his shoulders made him tense momentarily. Dammit his shoulders were sore…oh. Oh. Yeah. That felt nice.

Sam sighed as those strong hands began massaging his back. He winced as Dean found knots but he carefully, if determinedly, worked them out. Soft groans of appreciation slipped from Sam's mouth.

"Shit. God. That feels great," Sam murmured in appreciation. Dean seemed to know every sore and tender spot and worked on each area, easing Sam's aches. His muscles were beginning to feel like putty under the seniors skilled touch.

"Don't ever make me choose between a blow job and this," Sam mumbled, letting out with another groan, "'cause right now I'm not sure which feels better."

Dean couldn’t help but grin at the younger boy’s little sighs and moans of appreciation as his hands massaged down Sam’s shoulders to his back. He’d never really done this before, but he must be doing something right if the little sounds of pleasure Sam was making were anything to go by.

He wasn’t completely naïve to what he was doing though. Bobby had on occasion massaged his back, arms, and legs after a long work out or hunt. Especially when he was younger and still going through serious growing pains and his muscles tended to cramp up really badly, bad enough to bring him nearly to tears on more than one occasion. Christ, he was glad that was over. Sam probably still had a couple more years of growing yet though, so it was no real surprise the younger boy was feeling so sore after their workout yesterday. Dean definitely wouldn’t mind doing this for Sam after their workouts… not to mention finding other ways to help the younger boy relax.

His fingers moved down to Sam’s lower back and he couldn’t help laughing out loud when Sam said that this felt as good as a blowjob. Damn. Dean wasn’t sure whether to take that as a really good compliment to his massaging skills, or almost an insult of his blowjob skills.

Still chuckling softly, Dean leaned forward, nuzzling his lips over the back of Sam’s neck while he continued to gently massage the younger boy’s lower back.

“Oh really? When you’re feeling better I’ll have to give you another blowjob then, just so you can make an accurate comparison.” Dean whispered in Sam’s ear, grinning a little evilly and glad that the younger boy couldn’t see it as he continued, “I wonder how you’d compare it to a good rim job.”

Sam moaned when he felt Dean's lips on his neck. "Stop that. Dude, you practically only have to look at me and you get me hard," Sam half-complained, though a part of him really didn't want Dean to stop. He was feeling better. He was sure of it. So what if he was too damned sore to lose his virginity tomorrow night…no. No, he had to take a break today. Dean had to show him some mercy. And he realized suddenly what he'd said to Dean and felt the blush crawl up his cheeks.

Well, fuck.

So what it was the truth. Dean could get him hard without too damned much effort at all. But he didn't need to tell the senior that for chrissakes. Not that Dean probably didn't have a pretty good idea of that anyhow. He was anything but clueless.

"I have an idea," Sam offered, preferring to change the subject. Well, to give something else for Dean to think about at least. Sort of. "You could give me a blow job and then follow it up with a massage. Or the other way around. That way I can compare them fairly. I wouldn't want to…oh crap, yeah, right there….mmmm…" It took him a minute to get his mind back on what he'd been saying. He tried really hard not to imagine Dean giving him a full body massage. Yeah, probably the massage should come first. This could get intimate and get Sam all hot and bothered without out hardly any effort on Dean's part. "Mmmm," Sam moaned again. Damn was Dean good at this. After another minute he finally asked, "But what's a rim job?"

Dean couldn’t help but grin even more at Sam’s ‘complaint’. Oh yeah, he was definitely pleased by that. He was even more pleased by the hot flush he could practically feel spreading down the younger boy’s neck and back from his own admission.

He decided to take a bit of pity on the other boy though and returned to his original position, resting most of his weight on the back of Sam’s thighs ad he continued his massage down Sam’s back. He chuckled again at Sam’s ‘ideas’ and filed them away for later use. Letting his fingers linger on the spot that the younger boy indicated and enjoying the little moans that Sam was making in response.

Damn, his own dick was definitely reacting to the sounds that Sam was making. God, what he wouldn’t give to pull down the younger boy’s pants and let his dick rest between those firm cheeks as he rubbed against Sam’s ass. He wondered if the other boy would freak out if he mentioned it…

When Sam asked him what a rim job was, Dean raised an eyebrow. Christ, Sam really was innocent, wasn’t he? Dean laughed a little, preparing himself for Sam’s most likely ‘eww’ response as he explained.

“A rim job is when someone licks around and inside your asshole. It actually feels pretty damned good. We could try it sometime if you want.” He replied almost casually, grinning down at the younger boy.

If Dean could have seen his face, he was sure Dean would have laughed his ass off because he knew his eyes got big as shit.

"You have got to be…Dude, that's just gotta be…well, gross," Sam said. Talk about your serious 'eww' factor. Course Dean had gotten off on sticking his finger up his own ass and it sure seemed to be pleasurable to him. Sam had thought he might, well, explore that possibility, but he had been too tired to even think about it.

Shit, maybe he needed to read some porn or something. That had never really been his thing. Sure, he'd get the occasional girlie magazines, he had a thing for blondes, and enjoy the view, and he had seen some soft porn but it was girl on girl or girl on guy action. He had never seen the girls doing anything with someone's ass, not like that. Maybe it was a guy thing, something only guys liked. Would a girl do that for a guy? Damn, he was just just naïve about all this shit. He had thought he had it down. I mean, how hard was sex? But Dean was teaching him whole new things about his body that he just had never even considered. He couldn't help but wonder…Dean had been on the mark so far…maybe he shouldn't judge. But he didn't think he could ever do something like that. But he had kissed Dean after Dean gave him that unbelievable blow job and had tasted himself in Dean's mouth. He was still kind of ambivalent about it. It wasn't disgusting tasting. He didn't think of it as anything spectacular though. But licking someone's ass. No. You must really have to love someone to do that. He guessed if Dean wanted to do it to him…well, maybe. He'd have to think about that. So long as he didn't have to reciprocate. Hell, he still wasn't sure he could ever give Dean a blowjob without puking or something. He wasn't even real comfortable with the idea of even touching a guy's dick. And maybe, just a little, he wondered if he liked it, what that meant about him. Well, there wasn't anything wrong with him being bi, he supposed. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, it just wasn't something he wanted to be. Well, he would find out tomorrow night. God, he really hoped he liked having sex with a girl as much as he was enjoying making out with Dean. If he didn't…well, then…he guessed it was better to find out now than ten years into a marriage or something. 'Cause that would suck.

"…you can ask me again, after tomorrow night, okay?" Sam finally said.

Dean snickered at Sam’s reaction which was just as he expected. The younger boy thought it was ‘gross’, and he supposed he couldn’t really blame the other boy for that opinion. But then, Sam had never had it done to him so he had no idea how amazing it could feel. He was sure the younger boy would have a very different opinion if Sam would just let Dean show him…

Then again, maybe Sam wouldn’t have a different opinion. Sure, the younger boy had let him give him a blowjob, but Sam gave no indication that he wanted to return the favor. Hell, Sam hadn’t even touched his dick except through his jeans. Dean had a feeling that if he did give the younger boy a mind melting rim job that Sam would love it, but the other boy would probably never do it to him… and he wasn’t all that sure how to feel about that.

Dean didn’t think he’d ever had sex with a complete virgin before, and his male partners especially had at least been with other men before, so he wasn’t sure if Sam’s hesitation to reciprocate was ‘normal’ or not. All of his partners thought he was hot as hell, or at least none had said otherwise. They’d enjoyed touching him and getting him off just as much as they’d enjoyed receiving pleasure from him… at least… the ones he’d been willing for. There were definitely times when the person fucking him hadn’t given a damn whether he’d gotten off or not as long as they got what they wanted…

Dean shut down that line of thought pretty damned quick. Focusing all his attention instead on running his hands up and down the younger boy’s bare back, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him the reason Sam didn’t want to touch him was because he was forcing Sam. He’d never forced Sam… But what real choice did the younger boy have? Either let Dean fuck him or let Eric rape him? Was there really any difference? Not if Sam didn’t want Dean to fuck him…

He was a little surprised by Sam’s words. He hadn’t been expecting the younger boy to say anything more about it. Well, at least they’d managed to draw him out of his thoughts. This was why he didn’t like thinking so damned much.

“Sure.” Dean replied simply, sighing softly as he let his hand fall away from the younger boy’s back and he pushed himself off of Sam to stand. “We should probably get going.”

Sam had to admit to being a little disappointed when Dean stopped. The massage had felt really good. He heard Dean's sigh and wondered if it was because they had to stop and go to school or if it was something else. Sam glanced at the time. They still had a little bit of time and maybe Dean…well just because he was sore, Dean wasn't. But what could he do for Dean that wouldn't get him off to? Sam pondered and knew if he sucked on Dean's nipples and rubbed him through his pants…but just because he'd gotten Dean to come without touching him yesterday, that was because Dean was already hard as a rock. He'd have to finish Dean, touch him. It wouldn't really be fair to get him up and then not finish the job. And he just couldn't. He was going to have to pony up and do it at some point though. Maybe tomorrow night, when it was the three of them, when he had a couple beers in him and after he'd proven to himself he liked girls just as much as he liked Dean.

…as much as he liked Dean.

Well fuck. He couldn't deny it. Freudian slip and all that crap, even if it was only in his head.

He slowly pushed himself up off the couch. Jesus, his muscles were like Jello. And they sure did feel a whole lot better. After he regained his feet, he stepped closer to Dean, fisted his hand in the front of Dean's shirt and pulled Dean to him and into a kiss. His free hand went to the back of Dean's head and then he released Dean's shirt and put his hand on Dean's back. He kissed Dean long, slow, and thoroughly. He finally ended the kiss and pulled back a little to look into the senior's eyes.

"Just in case you weren't sure, I think you're hellacool. Thanks for the massage. Thanks for training me. And thanks for…teaching me things." He gave Dean a final light kiss. "Just so you know," he said.

It was taking Sam a long time to move, and Dean was beginning to wonder if he should be concerned when the younger boy finally pushed himself up off the couch. Dean mentally shrugged. Maybe Sam was just still sore and the massage hadn't helped as much as he'd hoped it would. In fact, the younger boy looked a little weak kneed and Dean wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign.

Before Dean could barely open his mouth to speak though, Sam was grabbing him by the front of the shirt and kissing him hard. He couldn't deny being a bit surprised by the sudden invasion of the younger boy's tongue in his mouth, but he wasn't about to complain. Slipping his own arms around Sam's waist and holding the other boy close as their tongues twined together.

When Sam finally allowed them both a chance to catch their breath, he couldn't deny he was a bit surprised by the other boy's words and found himself fighting back a blush. He didn't know what to say. Though he supposed he should be glad that Sam thought he was 'cool'. It was better than the other boy being afraid of him or… disgusted by him… or something. He just wished that Sam thought of him as more than 'cool'.

"You're welcome." Dean finally answered, giving the younger boy a faint smile at the final kiss. "Alright. Let's go."

Sam beamed. He could see the light blush hinted at in Dean's cheeks.

"How is it I always end up shirtless around you?" Sam teased as he put his shirt back on and shrugged into his school blazer. "Wow I've got a personal trainer, body guard, masseuse, and make-out artist all in one. I think you're getting the raw end of the deal. Then again," Sam finished, mischief in his eyes, "I'm the one who's raw."

After picking up his backpacks he headed toward the door. Once Dean stepped out, he followed, locking the door behind him. He threw his extra stuff in the back seat and slid into the passenger's side seat. He ran his hand over the leather seat. The senior kept his car immaculate, at least as far as the upholstery and such went. Then again, who would want to make out in a skuzzy car.

As they headed to school, Sam's gaze lingered on the empty warehouse as they passed it. His first blowjob. He'd never forget that.

"So tomorrow night. Uhm, what should I wear? How much money should I bring? What time are we headed out to the bar? Are we spending the night somewhere?"

Dean couldn’t help but laugh when Sam called him a ‘make out artist’, he’d certainly never heard it put quite that way before. Then he really laughed at the younger boy’s raw comment. He wasn’t really sure how to react to the other boy’s remark that he got the raw end of their deal since, though, since he had been kind of thinking much the same thing. Maybe he should stop thinking so much.

He followed Sam out of the house and they got in the car together. The younger boy was silent for most of the drive and then Sam began launching questions at him about tomorrow night.

Well, at least Sam was excited about it. Considering the first time Dean had mentioned it Sam had seemed rather reluctant.

“Dress casual. Jeans. T-shirt. Maybe a jacket. Nothing fancy. As far as money goes, depends on how much you want to drink first.” Dean said, giving Sam a grin. “If you don’t bring enough I can buy your drinks, don’t worry.”

When Sam mentioned if they were going to stay somewhere overnight, Dean decided that wasn’t a bad idea. It would probably be cheaper in general than paying by the hour. Would Sam want to stay out all night with him? It certainly seemed that way. Bobby wouldn’t suspect anything, he probably wouldn’t be happy if he stayed out all night on a school night but it wasn’t the first time either.

“We can get a room for the night, might be easier. What are you going to tell your parents?” Dean asked.

"Dean," Sam said, "I've never been in a bar before. I don't have any idea what drinks cost. Or hotels. I've got maybe thirty-five dollars. If I need more, we'll need to stop at an ATM. As for my parents, I asked Mom if I could stay at your place, that we had an exam we were going to study for. I've got to clear it with Dad yet, but he'll probably say okay."

Sam was quiet for a minute. Softly he asked, "Can you…can you show me some things, you know, before we go? Like I told you yesterday, I don't even…I've never even had any luck with getting a condom on. I mean, I've gotten them on but I'm not sure…it didn't seem like I'd gotten them on right. And can you tell me what a girl likes? I've made out, but never even got my hand down her panties. And can I…I know this sounds all kinds of prudish and shit but…can I be the one to have sex with her first? And then you can join in? I'm going to be all self conscious and nervous, even if I do have a few drinks in me. If you were watching the first time…I just want to go solo the first time. Then…then I think it would be cool if you joined us and …I can go out in the hall if you don't want me in there, but I think…I think a threesome would be…well, losing my virginity to a girl and getting to follow that up right away with a threesome? I don't think it could get any better. And see what you do to make her come? And I think…I think I'd be able to maybe…give you some of the stuff I know you'd like me to give you. I can see what she does to make you happy. Maybe she can help me, teach me. And you can teach me about women. I can't imagine a better way of losing my virginity. If…if that sounds okay to you?" he asked hopefully. Dean had said he'd find a girl to do them both, but he actually hadn't said they would do a threesome. Maybe Dean wasn’t even in to threesomes. But after having that first time to just be a with a woman, no distractions, just her, then to have Dean there as a follow up…yeah, that really would be a good evening. If he saw her touching him, then he thought he could.

He tried to forget stroking Eric's cock, of going down on Eric's cock in order to distract Eric so he could make his escape. But with a girl there, he hopefully wouldn't freak and have everything come smacking him in the face again. Knew you were a cock whore the second I laid eyes on you. This would be different. It would be Dean. Not Eric. And Dean wouldn't think he was a cock whore, right?

Dean rolled his eyes a little at Sam’s complaints that he didn’t even know what drinks cost in a bar. Which reminded him, he still had to make up Sam’s fake ID tonight. He’d just said he would pay for the younger boy’s drinks. It wasn’t a big deal. But if Sam wanted to pay for his own drinks, then they’d stop at an ATM before going to the bar. Whatever.

He raised an eyebrow a little when Sam said he’d already asked his parents to stay the night over his house that night. To study for a test… and that had worked? Well, as geeky as that excuse sounded, as long as it worked that was fine. Probably a good idea for them to just rent a room for the night then because then Dean could just pretend like he was taking the younger boy home and they could go to the bar instead. He wouldn’t have to bring Sam home afterwards, and Bobby probably wouldn’t be any wiser.

“Alright.” Dean replied, figuring that was the end of the conversation, but apparently it wasn’t. Dean sighed softly. What the hell? Why did Sam want to talk about this now just as he was pulling in to the school parking lot? Yeah, they were plenty early, but still. There were better times to talk about condoms and shit. Like maybe after school when he could actually show Sam. Or even at Sam’s house before they left.

Then Sam went on and on about what they might do tomorrow night in what order… Dean sighed softly and turned off the car’s engine and turned to Sam.

“Sam. I could explain to you for hours what a girl likes, but the reason why I suggested we get a girl together was so I could show you.” Dean paused, and decided he might as well be completely honest. “I also thought that maybe if you watched me with a girl you wouldn’t be so nervous about letting me touch you. But I don’t expect you to touch me during or even after if you don’t want to. Think about what you want, and don’t worry about making me happy. If you don’t want me there at all, that’s fine. I can make sure to find a girl willing to show you whatever you want to know. Anyway, just think about what you want and let me know tomorrow night when you’re sure.”

He was thinking too much again. He was talking too much again too he guessed. And he guessed Dean didn't get it. Obviously Dean was experienced having sex with either gender. He knew how to turn on either gender. Sam wondered if Dean had ever been unsure about anything. If he was, it was apparently too far back for him to remember what it was like. Then again, he also didn't seem to be the type that people made fun of. Hw was surely the tough kid, the one that no one messed with or they ended up with a bloody nose or a couple teeth knocked out. Where as Sam was the brain. When it came to school work and science, he was confident. He could talk to people, adults, about all sorts of things like physics and astronomy and politics and all sorts of other topics. But when it came to more intimate things like sex, he just didn't have any confidence about it and no experience. Well, very little experience. In the past day and a half he'd learned more about sex than he had learned in the past two years. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but he still felt so unsure about it all. He never figured he'd be involved in a threesome for his first encounter with going all the way and he never really figured on it being a one night stand. He also never figured he'd be with a guy. At all.

Confused barely covered it.

"Sorry," Sam mumbled. He didn't think he'd been 'nervous' about letting Dean touch him. He'd kissed Dean, Dean had jacked him off, given him a blow job, and gotten him hot just watching the senior jack himself off. That meant the older youth didn't want Sam nervous when he…butt fucked him.

Yeah. What did it matter? For all of Dean saying Sam didn't have to touch him, that was the deal, wasn't it? Dean protects him, teaches him to fight, and Dean gets to screw him. Dean was being considerate, trying to get Sam comfortable with the idea, but Sam figured if he told Dean hands off, his protection and training would probably end pretty damned fast. Well, he guessed it didn't really matter. Dean was giving him a choice about tomorrow night, but Dean really wanted them to do it together. He'd think on it, but odds were he'd just do it Dean's way. He didn't want the senior mad at him. Maybe…maybe he'd just let the older youth fuck him. Get it done and over with. He'd get use to it soon enough. Just like he'd get use to touching Dean's cock and sucking on it too. And…ugh…rim jobs. Yeah, he was really looking forward to that.

He gave his own little sigh. God, how had his life had gotten so fucked up in just eight days? He pushed open the door to the car, shouldered his backpack, and headed toward homeroom, feeling a whole lot less excited about tomorrow night than he had been.

Sorry? That’s all Sam had to say? And the younger boy looked like he’d just told Sam that he was going to kick his puppy or something. Seriously ,what the fuck? He told Sam that he didn’t have to be there at all. Sam could do it ‘solo’ if he wanted. Or he could show Sam what to do, but Sam didn’t have to touch him. He’d been completely honest with Sam… but it seemed like every time he was honest with the other boy Sam turned into a moody bitch.

Dean didn’t miss the brief look of disgust that crossed the younger boy’s features either as Sam sat there pouting.

When Sam got out of the car without looking at him and without saying another word, Dean felt his anger flare, but he held it back. He couldn’t stop himself from slamming his door a little before practically having to chase Sam down when the other boy started walking to his class without him.

“You know what, Sam? Just forget about it.” He said when he finally caught up with the younger boy. He didn’t just mean going out tomorrow night either. He meant Sam kissing him. He meant making out with the younger boy. If the thought of being with him disgusted Sam so damned much, he wasn’t going to force Sam to do anything more with him.

He had thought Sam actually wanted this, but he’d been wrong, or maybe he’d just been fooling himself. All Sam wanted was to not get the shit kicked out of him. Understandable. He would still look after the younger boy, he would still walk Sam back and forth to his classes, and Sam could still come to the salvage yard and Dean would train him to take care of himself. But everything else was done with.

Sam winced when he heard the door slam. Shit. He'd pissed off the senior. Dammit, he had to learn to keep his mouth shut. He just needed to do what Dean said, or asked him to do. He'd apologized for talking too much. For being a whiny nervous kid. So why'd Dean get all pissy?

He didn't like whiny. Okay, well, Sam could keep his mouth shut. Not quite yes sir no sir, but he could do better. He would do better. Maybe…maybe after training he could…he could try to jack Dean off. If Bobby wasn't there, they could maybe…shower together. That would be kinda nice. Not like in gym. He could run his soapy hands over Dean and get Dean hard so it wouldn't take much, he could just do it and get it done with and the older teen would be happy with him. Sam had liked everything else they'd done. Maybe he'd like that too. He did like hearing Dean make those sounds he'd made when he'd been working at Dean's nipples. Maybe the girl could give Dean a blowjob and he could work on other areas. He still liked his idea. Having sex with the girl, then Dean coming in and he could watch, and the three of them could have some fun. That would be good.

He started to smile at Dean when Dean caught up with him. Jeez, he didn't mean to walk so fast, he was just lost in thought and getting more excited about tomorrow night after all. It would work out fine. He just had to stop being nervous.

And then he saw Dean's face. The senior's words hit him like a two by four right between the eyes. Sam froze, staring at Dean. Forget it? Forget what? Tomorrow night? Their arrangement? Oh shit was Dean going to stop sponsoring him? Was he on his own again? …he wasn't going to get to kiss Dean again?

"I said I was sorry I was talking so much. I'll do better, Dean, I swear I will." Sam sucked in a breath, knowing he looked scared. He straightened and swallowed hard, trying to look more confident. "I won't complain about anything. Whatever you want. You just tell me what you want. Just please…" he couldn't help it and he knew it was pathetic and Dean would probably be even more disgusted with his weak whiny ass than he already was. "…please don't stop being my sponsor." He met Dean's angry green eyes, his own hazel eyes pleading, begging him to forgive him.

Dean stopped walking when Sam did, and at first he was a little shocked by the naked fear plain as day on the younger boy’s face, then he realized what Sam must think he meant. Shit. God damn it. Why the hell did they keep doing this? It was like they were having two completely different conversations or something in a different language and neither of them knew what the other was talking about.

“Jesus Christ, Sam, I didn’t mean…” The older boy started then stopped knowing he sounded irritated. Probably because he was irritated, at the situation more than Sam, but he knew the younger boy would probably mistake that too and Sam was practically groveling to him already. So he took a deep breath and let it out slow and began again.

“I didn’t mean I was going to stop watching your back, Sam. I just meant…” Dean rubbed his fingers through his hair, why the hell was this so hard? But he knew now he had to do this. What they’d been doing… it wasn’t right. Especially now with Sam promising to do whatever he wanted. That’s not what he wanted, damn it. He didn’t want a whore, or some kind of sex slave.

“It’s not about what I want, ok? It’s about what you want. I’m not trying to force you to be gay or anything so… let’s just forget it, alright?”

Sam practically held his breath. When Dean started to speak, it was pretty clear to Sam he had upset the senior even more and he felt a lead weight settle in his stomach. A day. They'd only had a day at school, and already Dean was sick of him.

But then Dean said he wasn't going to stop sponsoring him and that horrible weight melted away, but he could see Dean was still upset about something. Sam tilted his head. Dean had told him he didn't have to do anything he didn't want. He had said that a couple times. Sam just didn't really believe it. Just figured Dean was being nice and trying to make him feel more in control. He had patiently listened to Sam when Sam said he couldn't do something and said it was okay. But Sam was pretty certain Dean wanted him. Dean really liked Sam, liked him like a boyfriend sort of like.

Sam reached out and touched Dean's chest. "But I like making out with you. I like kissing you. I like making you excited. I don't…I don't want to give you up. Okay, maybe I didn't believe that you'd still protect me if I didn't put out. But I heard you this time. I just…shit Dean, I've barely known you a week. I'm just really…nervous I guess. I don't think it would matter if you were Michelle—she's this blonde cheerleader at my old school that I had the hots for—I just can't move forward as fast as you want me too." Sam smiled a little shyly then. "I really liked yesterday and the day before with you, though." His smile shifted to confusion. "Blowjobs, rimjobs, that sounds kinda gross, but going down on a girl, well, that sounds a little gross too actually. It's not fair to you that you're willing to do all this for me and I'm still building up my confidence to even try some of it for you.

"I really, really think I need to get laid by a girl, one who knows what she likes. Being with a girl, that's the world view I grew up with. Being with a guy never ever crossed my mind. But I've liked it so far. Me being all nervous, it's not just us both being guys." Sam blushed and sort of mumbled the next. "It's being intimate. With anyone."

He looked back up into Dean's eyes and took a steadying breath. "If you still want to go, I know what I want tomorrow night. I want to go the first round solo. Just me and her. Then I want you to join us. If you can't deal with me being slow to give back, okay, we don't have to do anything anymore. But if you'll give me a little time, at least let me find out if I like it when I finally get the nerve to do it, that would be good. Jesus, I don't even know if I'm going to be able to go down on a girl yet either."

Dean saw the fear fade from Sam’s eyes and was glad for that at least. At least the younger boy believed him. That Dean would still look after him, take care of him, and protect him even without ‘payment’. Oddly enough, he wasn’t all that disappointed. Well, sure, he was disappointed but he didn’t feel cheated or anything. Maybe his reasons for wanting to help Sam in the beginning were more than a little selfish, when Sam had ‘asked’ him to sponsor him… he’d been thinking with his damned dick more than anything… but it was different now.

He didn’t Sam to be his ‘whore’. If he really wanted random sex, he could get that anywhere and pretty much anytime he wanted. But Sam was different. Dean didn’t want it to be like that and if Sam didn’t really want him, then so be it. That didn’t change how Dean felt about the younger boy, and he wasn’t going to let a scumbag like Eric hurt Sam.

Though when Sam reached out to touch his chest and started telling him he’d liked it when… Dean frowned a little doubtfully. For a moment he worried that Sam was still just telling him what he thought he wanted to hear… but maybe not.

Michelle? Who… Dean’s eyebrows rose a bit in surprise and he didn’t know if he should be amused or offended at Sam comparing him to some blonde cheerleader chick. In the end had to fight back the smile pulling at his lips, amusement winning.

He understood. Sam wasn’t like him. Dean was used to one night stands. Flirt, fuck, and leave. But it wasn’t going to be like that with Sam. Hell, Dean didn’t even want it to be like that with Sam. He was just used to things happening a lot quicker and he’d mistaken that for unwillingness on Sam’s part. Dean couldn’t help but laugh when Sam said he still thought blowjobs and rimjobs were gross, but so did going down on a girl. Well, at least Sam was disgusted equally? He supposed he couldn’t really blame the boy. Maybe they should watch some porn before they went out tomorrow, just so Sam could get over his ‘eww’ factor before hand and not when he was actually with the girl.

Well, guess they were going out tomorrow after all. If Sam really wanted to do the girl solo… ok, that was fine. He’d give Sam the time to figure things out for himself and try to be more patient.

“Alright. I get it now. I can wait. Glad we’re at least on the same page.” Dean finally said when the younger boy let him get a word in edgewise. Yup, Sam still liked to talk. “We can still go out if you want, and you can do her first.”

Dean’s grin widened.

“I’ll make sure she goes easy on you. Completely vanilla.”

Sam sighed in relief when Dean's anger faded from his eyes though he wasn't really certain what Dean thought was funny about Sam having a crush on a cheerleader. If Dean saw her he would definitely think she was hot. Hell, Dean would probably sweet talk her into putting out in the first conversation they held.

When Dean confirmed he finally heard Sam about Sam needing to slow down, Sam felt like it mirrored him listening when Dean said Sam didn't have to do anything. Knowing he didn't have to do anything at all, that he could honestly tell Dean 'no,' made a knot in his chest he hadn't even been aware of loosen. He wasn't…whoring…himself out. Now, it was all up to him to do it or not. Maybe he would find that doing it with a guy just didn't really ring his bell. Maybe it would, but he could move at his own pace. He smirked to himself. Yeah, he had no doubt Dean would be encouraging him to put it into high gear, but that was okay.

"Just don't get frustrated with a little stop and start action okay? I might try and find I'm not ready to do something I thought I was. I'm not looking to tease you but…well, I just don't know, okay?

He furrowed his brow and Dean's final comment. "What do you mean, 'completely vanilla?' Is that a…good thing?"

Dean sighed a little when Sam asked him not to get ‘frustrated’ with some stop and go action. Well, that was something he wasn’t sure he could completely promise. He could promise Sam he wouldn’t get pissed off or anything, but any guy would get frustrated by a bad case of blue balls. Well, he supposed he should just resign himself to having many cases of blue balls in the near future.

“I can tell you’re going to give me the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.” Dean teased the younger boy, smirking a little. He hoped that Sam realized he was only joking, well, half joking anyway.

Then Sam was asking him what ‘vanilla’ meant, and Dean couldn’t help but laugh out loud and throw a companionable arm around Sam’s shoulders. Beginning to lead the younger boy along the path from the parking lot to the school since others were beginning to arrive and he wanted to get Sam into his class before it got too crowded. Besides, this wasn’t exactly a conversation he wanted everyone to be eavesdropping on.

“Oh, Sammy, what am I going to do with you? Haven’t you ever watched porn in your life? Vanilla means no kinky shit. No spanking or rim jobs required. Just straight up insert tab A into slot B, rinse and repeat, if you know what I mean.” Dean replied, grinning broadly.

Sam could tell Dean wasn't thrilled with the idea that Sam might be an unintentional tease, and he couldn't blame him. He'd try to make certain he didn't try something until he really was ready to do it. He blushed a little at the blue balls comment.

"I'll try not to," Sam told him, but then shrugged a little helplessly.

He let Dean begin to head them to class and leaned in just a little closer to his protector. He reminded himself they were essentially back in enemy territory.

He started to protest that he had watched porn, but it was soft porn and probably not much more than "M" rated movies he supposed. The love making didn't get real crazy or exotic in the couple that he'd seen. Watching Dean jack off had gotten him way hotter than the movies he had seen. Spanking? Why would spanking be a turn on? He sighed in frustration. There really ought to be a lovemaking class. Maybe there was a lovemaking for idiots book out there. Or Kinks for idiots. Because he sure felt like a naïve idiot about the whole thing. He couldn't stop the snort at Dean's tab A, slot B comment. That's pretty much what he had always figured sex was. Some fingering, some sucking on nipples, kissing and hickeys, and then the badda-bing badda-boom. He suddenly wondered if there was something sensual about every part of the body and started to ask and suddenly clamped his mouth shut. They were in the middle of the school campus. This was hardly the place to ask such a stupid question. Already some of the things they had been talking about, they probably shouldn't have been. He wondered if they'd get to make out at lunchtime, then remembered how sore he was. Well…maybe they could a little bit. Assuming Dean didn't get himself another detention. Sam was behind on his school work though. If Dean got detention he could maybe get caught up. Dean or homework….Dean! Sam thought a little gleefully. Yeah, he'd take making out with Dean over homework most any day. OF course, if he let his grades start to fall, there might be questions raised. No, he better keep up his grades. He didn't want any questions or any problems.

The teacher was already in home room and Sam looked up at Dean and nodded. "Thanks. See you." He gave Dean a small knowing smile, and his eyes clearly told Dean he'd really like to plant one helluva kiss on him. After making sure Dean got the message, he turned and walked into class, settling into a seat by the wall and near the door.

Dean was glad to see that Sam’s teacher was already in the classroom, not that he minded waiting around with the younger boy for the teacher to show up, but he thought it best not to test his teacher’s patience today. The last thing Dean really wanted was to spend the lunch period in detention again. Or even after school detention if the bastard really wanted to be a dick about it.

The look the younger boy gave him before he left made Dean want to lean in and capture Sam’s lips with his own in a long dirty kiss right in front of everyone. He would have loved to see the looks on everyone’s faces, but of course he didn’t do that. Not only would that definitely land him in detention, suspension, or even expulsion but it would surely get Sam in trouble as well, and Dean didn’t want that.

So Dean merely returned Sam’s too heated look with one of his own, which would probably get more than a few whispers going from anyone watching anyway, before he turned and left the room. Pleased to see the position that Sam took up before he left. The boy was learning.

*

The day went by pretty normally. Nothing really out of the ordinary happened. People got out of his and Sam’s way. Sam wasn’t bothered, he was sure the younger boy would have told him if he was, and they didn’t see Eric or his cronies anywhere at all. Not even in the hall, and Dean wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or a little concerned at that.

Of course he wasn’t so naïve to believe that the other senior had given up so easily, but Dean was glad that his message had apparently been understood by all the other students. Sam was off limits, and anyone who touched the younger boy would have him to deal with.

By the time lunch rolled around, Dean was more than ready to get off the school grounds for a while.

“Wanna get a burger or something off campus?” Dean suggested to the younger boy after meeting Sam outside his classroom before lunch.

Sam had actually been able to focus on the teachers in his classes. Well, except for the memory of the look in Dean's eyes when he left homeroom. That stuck with Sam like glue and did tend to divert his attention periodically from his studies and the teacher's lecture.

Nobody messed with him, no one even tried as they had the day before. As before, the students got out of their way and Sam had to admit, he liked the feeling. He knew it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with Dean, but that was okay. It still felt good.

A little unnerving was that Eric and his cadre weren't around. Sam could only hope that the young men had simply decided to skip school rather than be up to something…unpleasant. But really, was Sam really worth that much trouble? He wanted to believe Eric wouldn't do something vengeful or spiteful, but he'd seen what was below that friendly exterior. Black evil. And he definitely did not want to run into Eric and the others without Dean at his back.

His stomach was growling even before the lunch bell rang. He smiled when he saw Dean, but couldn't help but watch for Eric. At Dean's suggestion Sam made a face.

"Dude, you've ruined me when it comes to burgers. How about tacos or something? And off campus sounds good. Real good," Sam said, dropping his backpack off in his locker and walking with Dean out to the Impala.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh when Sam complained that he had ‘ruined’ him when it came to burgers and he couldn’t help but hope that he had ruined Sam for a few other things as well. For instance, if the girl agreed to blow Sam then the younger boy might decide he liked Dean blowing him better.

Damn it… he wasn’t getting jealous or something was he? How fucking girly was that? And over a friggen one night stand that was his idea in the first place. But Dean was only beginning to understand now how all his scheming could backfire on him. After all, Sam had already made it clear that he wanted to go solo when Dean had been really hoping the younger boy might want to do it together. What if after Sam popped his cherry he decided that he definitely liked women better and didn’t want to have anything to do with Dean anymore?

He’d already told the younger boy that they could stop, that he wasn’t trying to force Sam to be gay or anything, and he’d meant it. Sam had said that he… liked him… liked doing things with him, but what if that was just because Sam hadn’t been with anyone else yet? He had nothing to compare it to. Not to mention Sam was a horny teenager and nearly anything could get him off at this age without much effort.

Dean realized that he hadn’t answered Sam’s question yet and shook himself out of his thoughts, ordering himself to stop acting like a fucking chick. It wasn’t like he was Sam’s fucking boyfriend or anything, Sam could stick his dick anywhere he wanted, and the younger boy had every right to say no to him if that’s what he wanted. It wasn’t like Dean couldn’t find plenty of people willing to do him. But they wouldn’t be Sam…

“Taco’s sound good.” Dean finally answered, ordering himself once again to knock off the clingy chick thoughts. They were distracting him, and he couldn’t allow himself distractions. Not here. He couldn’t exactly protect Sam if he had his head up his ass. Just because no one had tried to bother Sam yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t. He couldn’t be distracted.

They made it to the car though without incident, and when they got in Dean felt himself relax a little.

“Got anyplace in mind?” Dean asked as he started the car and put one of his tapes in the player.

He liked Dean's laugh, just like he liked Dean's smile but was a little surprised at Dean's slow response. Maybe Dean didn't like Mexican? Sam didn't really care. Deli sandwiches, pizza, whatever. He would be fine with any of it. He glanced at Dean a little questioningly, waiting, and saw a strange array of emotions pass over the senior's face and it almost made Sam laugh. Now Dean was the one thinking too much. He had no idea what Dean was thinking about, though he suspected it was about him. His mind went all sorts of places as to exactly what Dean might be pondering and some of them made him all tingly at the thought. Then he reminded himself he was sore and that sort of put a damper on some of those thoughts. When Dean finally agreed to his suggestion, Sam smiled. He resisted the urge to tease Dean about thinking too much. He would have to remember it though, as fodder for future teasing.

When they got in the car and Dean asked him where he had in mind, Sam was still half pondering what Dean might have been thinking about. Mexican food. Estaban's was good and not too close and not too far from campus. It wasn't a place the kids from this school would probably go to, too low-brow and all that. It was in the direction of his house, a few blocks away from the warehouse where Dean had given him that mind-melting blow job.

"The warehouse?" popped out of Sam's mouth before he realized what he was saying and his eyes grew big and he flushed red. "Uhm, Estaban's. Near the warehouse," Sam said quickly, trying to clarify, but he couldn't deny the thought of grabbing food and heading to the warehouse sounded good. "Their tacos are really good," Sam added, but still felt the heat in his cheeks.

When Sam mentioned the warehouse as their possible destination Dean looked at the younger boy, raising an eyebrow and surprise. Seeing the expression on Sam’s face and how red the other boy was becoming as he rushed to clarify Dean couldn’t help bursting out laughing again.

“Estaban’s, alright.” Dean replied, still snickering a little as he pulled the car out of their parking space in his usual display of burning rubber and blaring music, sending several other students hurrying to get out of his way. Though once they were a little ways down the road, Dean let his hand drift across the seat between them to rest on Sam’s thigh. Much like that morning they had spent at the warehouse, but he simply let it rest there rather than rubbing or caressing Sam higher up. Reminding himself that he should behave himself because the younger boy was sore.

He had an idea where the restaurant was, though he’d never been there he was sure he’d driven past at least a couple times. Turning onto Nielsen street where the warehouse was, he gave Sam’s thigh a little squeeze, but that was all. As promised a little further down the road was a little nondescript restaurant with the name “Estaban’s” on a sign over the doorway. It definitely didn’t look like the sort of place most of the rich prep school kids would frequent, so he felt comfortable relaxing a little as he parked and turned off the ignition.

When Dean started laughing it made Sam's cheeks burn worse. Dammit, it wasn't fair that Sam was blushing ten times a day and he was lucky to get Dean to blush once. It was also pretty stupid that any little sexual innuendo had him turning all red with embarrassment. God, it wasn't like he was naïve…fuck. Yeah he was naïve. Naïve as hell. Eric had proven it. Dean had proven it. Hell, even Stacy had proven it. He finally just sank back into the seat and hooked his seat belt on, especially as Dean was making his typical exit. It was a wonder he didn't have to get new tires every month!

Sam felt Dean's hand on his leg and felt his breath hitch. Dean didn't do anything more though. Just set it there, like a girl and a guy might hold hands or something. Just having physical contact with each other. Sam didn't mind and let his legs fall open a little so he was within easier reach of Dean. It was nice, the physical contact. He was a little surprised Dean's mere touch usually made him start to get hard but yet he wasn't getting hard. A part of him was thanking God. Maybe they could touch each without him immediately getting a hard on for the young man. That would be nice. Of course, kissing Dean right now would be nice too…

He rolled his eyes at himself. Couldn't he sit with Dean for more than ten minutes without thinking about making out with the guy? He didn't touch Dean's hand because he knew if he did he probably would start running his fingers over the senior's hand, maybe encourage Dean's hand a little further over and a little higher and God dammit, he was sore enough. Still, he smiled, especially when Dean squeezed his thigh. He saw Dean's gaze searching for the restaurant and was about to point it out when it was obvious the senior spotted it.

When Dean took his hand off Sam's thigh to put the car in park and turn off the ignition, Sam immediately missed the comforting touch. Sam looked over at Dean. "They know me here. We get food here every couple weeks or so. So…" His gaze dropped from Dean's eyes to his lips, then reluctantly pulled his gaze back to Dean's eyes. "So we probably should behave ourselves."

Sam undid the seat belt and pushed open the door. "I see how come your biceps are like steel. Your car door is freaking heavy," Sam said, grinning at him then got out. He headed for the front door to the restaurant. "We can eat in or get it to go. You're choice. They serve pretty fast. If you've never had their tacos, you have to try them. They're great. Oh, and their sopapillas for dessert are awesome. They're served with a honey syrup."

He opened the door and walked in, his eyes scanning the place. Like he figured, no one from school was here and that made him relax just a little bit. He plopped down at a table. The server was there with water and menus immediately. Chips and salsa were there before Dean had hardly sat down. Sam immediately started munching on the chips. "Lunch menu is on the back," Sam said, flipping Dean's menu over for him. He already knew what he wanted, the Estaban platter with tacos and rice and beans and a sopapilla.

When Sam told him that he and his family ate here often, Dean nodded in understanding. It wasn’t like he was planning on making out with the younger boy at the table or anything, there was always a chance anything that they did might get back to Bobby or Sam’s parents through the grape vine so they had to be careful anyway. The bar Dean was planning to take Sam to was two towns away even, just to be safe.

Though he couldn’t deny when Sam’s eyes drifted down to his lips he kind of wished he could lean across the seat and capture the younger boy’s lips with his own. Dean sighed as Sam leaned away and open the door. Behave. Yeah. Easier said than done.

Dean snorted softly when Sam complained about his door and he got out of the car following the younger boy inside. Since Sam went to sit down at a table he decided they might as well eat here. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up the take out trash from his car.

He was a bit surprised, but in a pleasant way, when the waiter brought them chips and salsa right out. Dean grabbed a few himself and had to admit they were pretty good. Maybe he’d mention this place to Bobby, the older man liked Mexican food, and the prices were pretty decent he noticed when Sam turned his menu over.

Since he’d never been here before he decided to take Sam’s advice and ordered the same as the younger boy when the waiter returned, then he sat back munching on chips as he watched Sam across from him. Even though he was supposed to behave, he let his leg brush up against Sam’s underneath the table.

Sam was happily eating his chips when he felt Dean's leg. He gave Dean a good natured glare.

"You're incorrigible," Sam said, shaking his head with a soft laugh. He'd never actually played 'footsies' or anything like it under a table before. He reached under the table and leaned down a little so he could reach Dean's knee and promptly tickled the backside of it. He grinned when he saw Dean jump. Ah hah. A ticklish spot. Of course, he had the same ticklish spot which is why he checked there.

Sam straightened up, grinning. "I'll be sure to remember that spot," Sam teased. He stretched out his own leg and returned the favor. The tablecloths were long enough, he didn't figure anyone would really take notice. So long as that was all they did.

Tilting his head a little as he rubbed his leg against Dean's in mild retribution he asked, "So what's Bobby do with all those books he collects? I noticed he was taking notes on werewolves. At least I saw that written on a couple of the sticky notes when I walked by the desk. Does he write? Or do research for writers about mythical monsters? Or was he just indexing them or something? I'd love to look at some of his books if he'd let me. And if he's doing research or indexing them or something, I'd be happy to help if I get my homework done and have time. Mom used to tell me stories about shadows and demons and how they were defeated. I…have dreams sometimes and she'd always have answers for me on how to kill the things in my dreams." He smiled a little. "Always made me feel safer."

Dean couldn’t help but grin, pleased with himself, at Sam’s surprised look followed by the younger boy’s glare and calling him ‘incorrigible’. Yeah, he supposed he was, but what could he say? Sam made him horny as hell and he liked touching the younger boy. Dean was more than a bit surprised, though not necessarily in a bad way, when the other boy scooted down in his seat, and grabbed his knee.

At least it wasn’t all that bad until Sam started tickling him and Dean immediately sat up with a jerk. Damn it. The last thing he probably needed was for Sam to know just how ticklish he was.

“Bitch.” Dean responded to the other boy’s teasing with a glare at Sam’s far too pleased grin, though he was sure he sounded far more amused than annoyed, and his glare was ruined by the smile tugging at his own lips. Well, hell, if Sam wanted to play, Dean could certainly give as good as he got. Next time they were alone the tickle war would be on and he would enjoy finding every spot to make the boy scream in an entirely different way.

When Sam sat back up but he felt the other boy’s leg brushing against his own under the table Dean couldn’t help but smile more, enjoying the contact. Then that look passed over Sam’s face that Dean had begun dubbing the ‘curious puppy’ look and he knew Sam was going to start asking questions that he probably didn’t want to answer.

He was right. Though in hindsight they probably should have known better than to leave those kinds of books and notes laying out in the open when Sam had shown interest in them before. He was going to have to keep a closer eye on Sam and tell Bobby to make sure any hunter stuff was stashed better with the younger boy around.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly and reached for the chips again.

“Nah, he doesn’t write or anything. But Bobby’s always been interested in different kinds of mythology. You’d be surprised how different cultures describe the same creatures in different ways. Like werewolves. Some cultures say they turn into real wolves, others say they turn into half man half wolf, and others say how they don’t change at all except in personality. But all the myths have one thing in common, silver kills them.” Dean paused for a second wondering if he’d maybe said too much then he simply grinned and shrugged. “It’s pretty interesting actually. You’ll have to ask Bobby if you want to look at the books. Some of them are pretty old and valuable. He probably wouldn’t mind the help though.”

When Sam mentioned his mom telling him stories about how to kill demons and shit, Dean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow but then mentally shrugged. He’d always thought parents just told their kids not to be afraid of what was in the dark because it wasn’t real, but what would he know about that? Maybe some parents made up stories about how to kill monsters to make their kids feel better. Maybe that’s how all the varying lore about things like werewolves and vampires got started, most of it bullshit. Like werewolves turning into half men half dogs and vampires being killed by a stake through the heart.

"I'd be glad to help. I find that stuff cool. So many different legends and things. In Japan they have a vampire cat. And water spirits that can be helpful if you can swing the right deal, if you have something they want. And shadow demons. Mom knows all about that sort of stuff. Dad used to get on her when she would start telling me too many tales." He laughed. "I think Dad thought they'd make my nightmares worse."

Sam nodded when Dean mentioned the silver. "Yeah, mom always said silver was one of the best defenses against a lot of stuff. She even gave me a silver stiletto to keep by my bed. Told me if I had a bad dream to remember it was there in reach, and in my dream I could reach out and just have it." He seemed a little embarrassed. "I use to have a lot of nightmares. Sometimes….well, I guess that's really stupid and lame. Guess it was okay when I was like eight or nine, but kind of stupid now." He didn't add that he still had the nightmares, but mostly, they were of fire and a dark figure with yellow eyes. Sometimes they were of other things, but mostly just yellow eyes.

"I'll ask Bobby if I can look at his books and help. You get into those legends? Are there any monsters with yellow eyes? Human kind of, but yellow eyes? It was always a theme in my dreams. Probably saw it on a monster movie or something."

Sam looked up when the waiter returned with their food. He nodded his thanks. "Told you they were fast."

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised that Sam would be so interested in Bobby’s books since the younger boy had admitted freely what a geek/nerd he was. Dean really didn’t think that Bobby would mind too much the other boy taking a look at some of them, though they’d have to make sure to stow away the really ‘special’ books where Sam couldn’t find them. Most of the bastards at school thought that he and Bobby were demon worshipers. He certainly didn’t want Sam getting the same ideas about them.

Dean snorted softly when Sam mentioned a ‘vampire cat’ creature. He might have to ask Bobby about that one. The ‘helpful’ water spirits though were most likely demons of some kind and deals with demons always came at a high price. Shadow demons… that was actually a pretty accurate description of a demon in its true form. Nothing but black smoke and shadow.

Again, he couldn’t help being surprised yet again when Sam mentioned his mother giving him a silver knife to keep by the bed. But maybe it wasn’t so strange. Bobby had done much the same for him when he came to live with the older man and in Bobby’s home was the first time he had felt safe since he was three years old.

Dean began to shake his head, to tell Sam that he didn’t think it was ‘stupid’ to still have nightmares at the younger boy’s age. After all, Dean still had his own share of nightmares even now after all these years. So he could completely understand.

But when Sam said what he dreamed of… yellow eyes… Dean couldn’t help but freeze, his blood going ice cold. Bobby had tried to help him find the thing that had killed his parents when he was three years old. So far they didn’t have much success and Dean knew part of that was his fault. He hadn’t been able to give Bobby much to go on. Though the heat and smoke he had really only been able to make out one detail… yellow eyes…

That had to just be a coincidence though. Like Sam said, he’d probably just seen it in a movie or something as a kid. It couldn’t be anything more than that… The arrival of their food thankfully broke him from his paralyzed state, and he gave the younger boy a slight shrug before he started in on the food on his plate.

“Probably just from a movie, like you said.”

Sam saw the way Dean's breath seemed to catch when he mentioned 'yellow eyes' and frowned. Something flashed across Dean's face and he paled just a little bit. Why in the world would the senior freak over that? Maybe it was some monster movie, something that had given Dean nightmares too. Sure was a helluva a monster movie apparently.

"Yeah, well, if you figure out which one, you let me know, huh? I want to write the movie maker a letter and cuss them out for all my nightmares!" Sam said, trying to sound lighthearted about it, but honestly, the fact Dean had sort of freaked had driven a spike of fresh fear through him. God, he hated those nightmares. And it was a pretty sure bet he'd end up having one tonight now. Yeah, he'd like to throttle that movie maker.

Seeing the way Dean dug into the meal, he was pleased that the senior seemed to like the food. Eric would have never eaten in such 'a dump.' His loss.

Dammit. Why'd he have to think of Eric?

Sam rubbed his leg against Dean just a little bit, just to sort of reassure himself. He had Dean. Dean would keep him safe. And he liked Dean. There wasn't anything deep and dark underneath Dean's façade, at least, not when it came to him and how he felt about Sam. At least he didn't think there was. Sure, the senior was quick to anger and they seemed to miscommunicate a lot, and there was still that issue with that cell in the basement's basement….okay, he just was going to stop thinking dammit.

"You know if we eat fast enough, we'll still have some time before we have to go back to school," Sam said, licking some sour cream off of his fingers and grinning at Dean.

The food was actually pretty damned good, just as Sam had promised, and Dean was grateful for the pleasant distraction from the direction their discussion had taken. Though it wasn't Sam's fault, the younger boy couldn't possibly know how bringing up 'yellow eyes' would affect him. How it would bring back all the memories of fire and choking smoke. Of his mother's scream before he'd seen her dead and burning on the ceiling. His baby brother's cries as his father placed him in his arms, watching his father run into that inferno before he'd obeyed and ran outside to 'safety'. Standing there, watching his home burn down with his parents inside. Then when the ones who were supposed to help him came, all they did was take his brother away from him…

Dean felt the light brush of Sam's leg against his own and he looked up. The younger boy looked more than a little troubled even though he was trying to hide it, and Dean felt like kicking himself a little, knowing it was his fault. Sam had obviously noticed his reaction and he'd freaked Sam out, but Sam had just taken him completely by surprise, there was really no way for him to hide his reaction.

He gave the younger boy a slight smile, letting his leg rub against Sam's again. He couldn't help but return Sam's rather naughty grin at the younger boy's words and how the boy licked at his fingers.

"You are a damned tease, you know that?" Dean said then shoved about half of one of his taco into his mouth all at once.

He was glad when Dean smiled back and then when that smile turned devilish, it made Sam's stomach do a mini flip-flop. He broke into outright laughter when Dean shoved like the whole taco into his mouth.

"I warned you I was probably going to be one," Sam said, scraping up the refried beans with his spoon and eating them quickly.

Eating practically became a race for both of them and Sam was laughing through half of it, trying not to spit out lettuce and tomatoes and taco shells in the process.

He was still chewing when he dug out twelve dollars and tossed it on the table. "I'm paying for lunch," he said swallowing hastily and washing the last of the food down with his water. Seeing Dean was done, he stood, brushing his clothes free of chip remnants. "Let's go, Obi wan," Sam said and headed for the door, a bounce in his step. They didn't have a lot of time, but they had a little time before they had to go back to school. If he wasn't so sore and wanted to get a little less sore for tomorrow, he might suggest skipping out on the rest of the day.

Mentally he shook his head at himself. Him. Wanting to skip school. He never thought he'd see the day. Of course, that was before he had to deal with the assholes at Chalmers. And it wasn't like he wanted to make out with Dean the whole rest of the afternoon, but making out, and then just hanging out, and maybe making out a little more, then some training and some of Dean's burgers. Yeah, that sounded like a good day. A helluva lot better than sitting in classes the rest of the afternoon.

It was almost a shame to rush through eating the food because it was damned good, but it was also funny as hell when Sam began to shovel his food into his mouth almost as fast as Dean. They had to look completely ridiculous, their cheeks puffed out like gerbils shoveling all that could fit into their mouths at once. Not that Dean really cared. He was having the time of his life. When Sam started laughing, almost spraying him with bits of taco, Dean couldn’t help but laugh as well trying his damndest not to choke on his food in the process.

Dean shoved the last of his tacos into his mouth and reached for his wallet at the same time, but Sam beat him to it, throwing the money down on the table first. Dean only grinned around his mouthful of food and shrugged, putting his wallet away, and standing up. He didn’t mind Sam paying for their lunch, since he was probably going to be paying for Sam’s drinks tomorrow night.

He was glad that the younger boy seemed to be in a much better mood as he followed Sam out the door to the car. In fact, Dean was a little bit surprised he was in such a good mood as well. Considering the direction their discussion had briefly taken. Dean didn’t want to think about that right now though. All he wanted to think about was what they could do in the limited time that they had that Sam wasn’t too sore for.

As Dean walked around to the driver’s side of the car grinning at the expression on Sam’s face he almost didn’t hear the screech of tires. As if in slow motion he turned and saw the car speeding towards him, taking off the side mirror of the car parked behind his own. Even as he started to move he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get out of the way in time. He heard the shrieking of metal against metal and the crunch of shattering glass. The pain was almost an afterthought as he managed to throw himself over the hood of his own car to avoid being sandwiched between the two cars and landing hard on the asphalt.