Dean stood outside Charlie's Cupboard, staring at the special's board that boasted meatloaf and boysenberry pie in colorful chalky swirls. Someone had even attempted to draw a piece of pie, albeit badly. He peeked in the small diner window, noting the charming decor that looked more like a home than a restaurant. He spotted Sam sitting in a back booth, an older woman fussing with his hair while Sam attempted to duck out of her reach. Dean smiled and felt his heart constrict slightly in his chest. He couldn't remember the last time someone touched him with actual affection. Sure his Dad straightened his stance when target shooting and just a few weeks ago had grabbed Dean's hand to haul him up when a Wendigo had thrown him 10 feet, but that was about the extent of it.
He watched for a few more moments, stomach dipping slightly when he saw the woman say something to Sam and Sam's answering grin. Dean had never seen him smile and now he wondered why the kid didn't wear one all the damn time. His candy pink lips split over even white teeth and deep dimples were etched into his cheeks and Dean wanted.
Dean considered himself an equal opportunity slut when it came to sexual encounters. He liked both men and women. Well, mainly guys but girls seemed to be easier to get and since he wasn't anywhere for long enough, he didn't have time to forge relationships with guys just coming to terms with their sexuality. So his encounters with guys had mainly been quick and messy, in truck stop bathroom stalls while he hoped like hell his Dad wouldn't come barging in, and one time behind a movie theater.
He already knew that whichever way this Sam swung, the kid was special. He wasn't a brief encounter and Dean could feel the disappointment trickling down the back of his throat. No, that smart kid had a bright future, while Dean had a depressingly short life span as a hunter. He shook himself out of his dark thoughts, plastered a half assed smirk on his face, and walked into the diner.
The bell over the door jingled and Sam looked up reflexively, watching Dean walk toward him from under his bangs. The older boy hadn't gotten any less perfect looking since the last time Sam had seen him two days before. He moved with a confidence that Sam envied, like someone who knew exactly who he was and was comfortable with it. He wore faded jeans that hung off his hips, accentuating his slightly bowed legs. He had a faded Led Zeppelin tee shirt underneath his leather jacket, and when he slid into the booth across from Sam, Sam caught the scent of leather and spicy cologne. His mouth watered slightly and he felt his dick twitch in his pants and groaned inwardly. Sometimes, being 16 really sucked.
Dean said, "Hey Mr. Wizard, ready to unstupid me?" Sam frowned.
"Are you really that stupid cause I can't work miracles, despite you considering me a wizard?" He shot back. Well, this was off to a great start.
Dean sobered for a moment and said, "I dunno, apparently Mr. Cross thinks I need a kid to teach me math, so I can't say I'm the brightest crayon in the box."
Sam looked down at his book and mumbled, "Not a kid," feeling his face flush. Of course Dean would think he was just a stupid kid, not an equal or maybe, someone he could be interested in. Sam straightened his shoulders and said firmly, "You ready?"
Dean nodded and pulled a beat up notebook and his math text from his own bag. He showed Sam his latest calculus assignment and as Sam read over it, the woman who had been fussing with Sam's hair came to the table.
"Hi there," she said and smiled brightly down at Dean. She must be Sam's mom from her appearance. Her hair was the same chocolatey color and wavy, tied back into a ponytail. She had the same tilted eyes, although hers were more blue than Sam's kaleidoscope of colors. And of course she had the same dimples framing a wide smile.
"Hi," Dean replied, giving her his most genuine smile.
"I'm Jenny, Sammy's Mama, what can I getcha?"
Before Dean could answer Sam looked up and said in a tight voice, "Mama, don't call me Sammy, you know I hate it."
She chuckled and ran her fingers through his messy hair. "Sorry baby, bad habit. Now are you gonna introduce me or would you like to me cuff you upside the head so you remember your manners?"
Sam's face pinkened and he ducked his head once again, saying in a soft voice, "Sorry Mama. This is Dean, the guy I am tutoring for extra credit." Jenny regarded him carefully and Dean tried not to squirm. She was the type of adult he tried to avoid, one of those that could see right through his lies and stories. Which was dangerous with his lifestyle.
She spoke to him in a kind voice. "Well Mr. Extra Credit Dean, it is a pleasure to meet you. What can I bring you to drink?"
Dean ordered coffee and then asked her what flavors of pie she had. She laughed and said to him, "House rules, I always choose the pie flavor for customers, particularly Sam's friends."
Sam was steadfastly looking down at Dean's paper, not wanting Dean to see the flash of disbelief on his face. He didn't have any friends, so his Mama, who he loved more than life itself had just told a huge whopper of a fib to a total stranger so he would think better of Sam.
Dean chuckled and said, "Yes, Ma'am," and Jenny retreated from the table. He watched her walk away before saying to Sam. "You're lucky, man."
Sam's head jerked up. "How do you figure?"
Dean gestured to Jenny behind the counter, scooping out pieces of mystery pie. "Your Mom, she's real nice."
"Oh," Sam said stupidly, "Yeah, she's great. My uh-best friend, I guess. Which makes me sound like a huge loser." He looked down again and bit his lip.
Dean shook his head and put his hand on the paper in front of Sam, making Sam look up through his bangs to meet his eyes. "Not at all, dude. My Dad's all I got and he barely knows I'm alive."
Sam felt a flash of sympathy for Dean, but before he could say anything more, his mom was back at the table, placing a piece of pie in front of both of them, forcing Sam to move the papers over, and filling up a cup of coffee for Dean. She put a glass of milk down for Sam and when he looked up at her with the expression 'really?' she chucked him lightly under the chin and said, "No arguments, with the way you are growing, you need it for your bones."
Embarrassed once more Sam nodded and she walked away, leaving them alone with their pie.
Sam glanced up as Dean took a big bite of pie. When Dean's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned lustfully at the taste, Sam's dick went half hard. Awesome. He wasn't going to be able to get up for a while, and he scooted self consciously closer to the table in case it was in any way obvious.
Dean finished chewing and dug his fork in again saying, "This is awesome, what flavor is it?"
Sam shrugged and took a huge bite of pie, chewing happily. Mouth full he mumbled, "Straspberry. Strawberry and raspberry mixed. S'good, huh?" He washed the rest of the pie down with a huge gulp of milk and he noticed Dean was looking at him with an inscrutable expression on his face, his emerald green eyes dark.
Sam raised an eyebrow and swallowed. "What?"
Dean leaned over and wiped pie filling from the corner of Sam's mouth, causing a shiver to run down Sam's spine at the soft touch. Dean's eyes held his for a pregnant moment before he brought his finger up to his own full lips and sucked it clean.
Sam had never had a more erotic moment in his life and it just figured Dean probably wasn't aware that Sam was probably going to jerk himself sore at the image of Dean sucking on his own finger for the next week.
The moment passed and Sam shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure off his hardened dick in his jeans, and coughed slightly. "Yeah, well, so. Your homework." He gestured to the notebook in front of him.
Dean shoveled in another mouthful of pie and said, "Ok so how stupid am I? Can I be fixed, or is it terminal?"
Sam laughed and looked up at him. "It's really not bad, you are just missing a couple of steps in each equation. Problem is, with this sort of thing, one step missed means you are coming up with the wrong answer pretty much every time."
He turned the notebook sideways and tried to show Dean what he meant, but the angle was awkward. Dean shocked him by sliding out of his side of the booth and gesturing for Sam to move further into the booth so he could sit beside him.
Sam groaned inwardly as he shifted over, wondering what he had ever done to deserve the sort of torture Dean was inflicting on him unknowingly.
When Dean had wiped Sam's mouth, he hadn't meant for it to be so...hot. It was just an impulse and of course, stupid Dean couldn't control his impulses, especially when it came to Sam. He had seen Sam's hazel eyes widen and then darken when he had sucked the sweet, red pie filling off his finger and he had done a mental fist pump at the idea that Sam might be interested in him.
So, throwing caution to the wind and despite the lecture he had given himself earlier about Sam and how he wasn't a brief encounter guy, he had used the weakest excuse possible to move to sit scrunched next to Sam in the booth.
Despite Sam reluctantly making room for him, Dean's leg ended up pressed against Sam's and the heat from the other boy was making Dean hard, fast. Up close, Sam's hair looked so soft he wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through it, and he smelled like innocence, something Dean hadn't even realized had a fragrance until he sat down beside Sam. It was pie, and laundry detergent and probably some sort of scented shampoo that combined were completely appealing.
Sam shot a quick glance at Dean and Dean noticed he had a couple of moles on his face that were adorable. Everything about Sam was adorable and Dean felt a pull towards the other boy that he had never felt for anyone. It was slightly terrifying.
Sam coughed again and then brought Dean's homework between them. Within a few minutes he had explained Dean's errors to him in a way that Dean could actually understand and soon Sam had him redoing the equations on a different sheet of paper, with Dean only missing two instead of 15.
After an hour or so of practicing with Sam overseeing his work, Dean stood and stretched, reaching for his wallet, and smiling at Sam.
"Thanks, man. I gotta graduate or my Dad may weld a dunce cap to my head permanently. You totally saved me."
Sam blushed slightly and watched Dean take bills out of his wallet with a curious expression. "Nah, you are fine. Why are you taking out money?"
Dean stopped and said, "Pie. Coffee. These are things we pay for, Sam."
Sam chuckled and said, "Not here dude. My mom will have a fit if you insult her with actual money."
Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Yeah? That's a good reason to come back here every day."
Sam laughed and Dean put away his wallet, then starting putting his things back into his backpack. He hefted it over his shoulder and stared down at Sam for a minute.
"Thanks again Sam. It was cool of you to do this for me."
Sam waved him off. "Extra credit, remember?" But he was smiling and biting his bottom lip again.
"Yeah," Dean agreed. He hesitated and then thought fuck it and said, "So, how about you let me take you to a movie or something to pay you back?" His heart was in his throat as he watched Sam process the offer, his expression going from surprised to pleased to shy.
"Uh, yeah, I guess that would be cool," he stuttered out, face flushing again.
Dean smiled widely at him. "Awesome. This weekend. Meet out front of the Movieplex at 7, ok?"
Sam nodded, a wide grin on his still flushed face.
Dean couldn't resist. He winked at Sam and said, "It's a date, see you then."
He waved at Jenny and when he turned and walked to the door, he chuckled to himself when he heard Sam squeak, "A date".
Yeah, Dean thought to himself as he pushed open the door. A date.
