"Why won't you tell me where we are going?" Sam asked his dad as they walked to the main part of the retreat.
"Because you will just try and run and with your growth spurt, I'd never be able to catch you" John chuckled.
"So it's something that I don't want to do?"
John just gave him a look and kept walking with Sam following by his side. In the week that they had been there, Sam felt more relaxed than he ever could have imagined. It was quiet at night and there was an endless amount of things to do during the day. Most of the time Sam found himself swimming and helping Jo when she was doing something that didn't require her to be behind employee lines. However today his dad told him that he was paying extra for something for Sam to do. It wasn't going to be something everyday more like 3 times a week or so, depending on the person teaching. When John had said teaching, Sam was instantly worried, but Mary had smiled and told him to calm down it wasn't going to be bad.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked, when his dad took a right, right before the walkway to the main building.
"Over here" And a few more moments, they came upon another building.
Walking into it there was a small sitting room kind of thing with a few couches, a small fridge and a chair. To the left there was a set of stairs which John walked up, Sam following and nearly turning and running when they got to the top. In front of them was a dance studio complete with wall of mirrors, sound system across from it and a suddenly pissed off looking Dean.
"Mr. Smith" John said, walking over to where Dean was standing, Sam following slowly.
"Mr. Winchester" Dean did his best to smile at him. "This is your son?"
"Yep Sam, this is Dean Smith"
"You signed me up for dance lessons?" Sam said, looking horrified at his dad. Not only was dancing something on his list of 'never gonna happen' it was with a man that for some reason hated him.
"Yes I did"
"Why?"
"Because at the moment you walk around like a new born giraffe and dancing will help with that and if you don't like that, it was all your mothers idea and you wouldn't want to disappoint her"
Sam gave his father an astounded look as John turned back to Dean. "So here he is and I'll leave you two to your lesson"
Glaring at his dads retreating back until he was down the stairs, Sam turned back around to Dean. The look of pained hatred on his face nearly made Sam take a step back. Opening his mouth to say something Dean cut him off.
"Now I am always up for the extra money that private dance lessons bring in, but I will drop your ass quicker than a hot pan if you think you can just mess around in here"
"I won't"
"And you better stick to that" Dean growled and looked at Sam's outfit. Jeans and a black tee-shirt.
"What?"
"Nothing, just seeing if you are actually ready for your first lesson or if I was going to have to make you change"
"Well?"
"It's good enough, but next time wear sweat pants if you even know what those are rich boy"
Once again Sam's retort was cut off, this time by Dean making his way over to the sound system and messing with it. A few moments later a slightly slow song came on that Sam though he recognized, but forgot it when Dean was back in front of him.
"Now your dad wants you to learn the finer points in slow dancing, so to start you will take the female position and let me lead, but watch how I move so when you lead you have somewhat of an idea"
In theory it should have been easy, have Deans hand on his side and their others hands together. Easy. Except that being that close to him was messing with his head and he lost count of how many times he stepped on Deans feet before just that song ended.
Growling again Dean stepped away from Sam and ran his hands through his hair. "Are you even trying?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure, because last time I checked, the floor was supposed to be stepped on. Not your partners feet"
Sam flushed but let out an exasperated breath. "Well maybe if my instructor didn't look like he would rather jump in front of a train than dance with me, I wouldn't be so nervous"
Dean took a slow breath and let it out. "Ok I'm sorry" And his face did lose some of the dick-ishness.
Stepping forward again, he grabbed Sam's hand gently and put it on his shoulder and then took his other one. The CD changed as he put his other hand on Sam's waist.
"Now, let the music flow through you, don't think about anything else but that" And he started leading the taller male gently.
By the time their time was over Sam had gotten the basic moves down and hadn't stepped on Deans feet again. The hard look never did leave the others eyes however and when Sam said good bye for the day, he just got a grunt in return.
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Their next lesson was basically the same, Dean leading and Sam trying to learn where to put his feet and how to move his body. The entire time Dean still kept the hard look and was even still a dick when he was correcting Sams mistakes.
On their third lesson it was Sams turn to try and lead however he didn't get it quite right and him and Dean ended up on the floor. Or rather Dean was on the floor with Sam sprawled over him.
"Son of a bitch, can't you do anything right?" Dean gasped.
"Ok that's it, I want to know what the hell your problem is with me and I want to know right now"
"Get off me" Dean said, trying to push at him, but didn't get far.
"No because I really would like to know if this is how you treat all of your students and if it is, how the hell you still have a job"
"It doesn't matter and it's none of your business"
"I think it is, since you have been an ass to me since the first night when I was helping Ellen and Jo peel potatoes, wait no I'm sorry it was after you realized I was a guest"
Dean didn't say anything but was glaring at Sam hard enough to start a fire.
"Because when you thought I was just some kitchen minion I think you actually smiled at me"
"It doesn't matter now get off of me"
"It does, now why?"
"Because it's against the rules"
"What?" Sam asked, confused.
Taking Sams moment of distraction, he rolled them over, pinning Sam underneath of him.
"It's against the rules for any of the staff to get romantically involved with a guest, other staff fine but not with the guests"
"Wait what?"
"Yea rich boy, from the second I laid eyes on you I've wanted you and even if by some miracle you were gay, I couldn't even have you so like I said"
"You want me?" Sam stuttered, mind still not catching up with what Dean was saying.
"Yes ok, so go tell mommy and daddy that you want out of the dance lessons with the big homo and"
The rest of Deans tirade was cut off when Sam surged forward and pushed his lips against his. Deans lips were pillow soft and opened almost immediately under the pressure of the others. Wrapping his arms around his neck, Sam pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Above him Dean let out a noise of pleasure over him, his hands hot on the skin of Sams side. When both of them were short of breath Dean pulled back, his eyes widening. Pushing himself off the floor, and Sam, he took a few steps back as Sam got off the floor.
"What the fuck?" Dean gasped.
"Did you not like it?" Sam asked, straightening his shirt.
"Not like…. Oh you have no idea, but you're…"
"A gay male who has been interested in you since I saw you talking to Mr. Singer about a prank war"
Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times then turned and walked over to one of the speakers and braced his hands on the edges of it. Sam took a few steps towards him, then stopped as he heard Deans rough voice.
"Our time is up"
"But" Sam started but was cut off.
"Go, I have another appointment in about ten minutes and I need you out of here"
"Yea" He said sadly and started heading to the stairs, he was almost there when he heard Dean speak again.
"See you tomorrow?"
"I don't have a lesson then do I?" He asked.
"You do now"
Sam smiled a little, still confused as why Dean was kicking him out. Looking down at his own body when he got down the stairs, he noticed his hard on. Oh, that makes a bit more sense.
~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~
Well I'm tired as hell and should be going to bed. So what am I doing?
That's right, writing
But I am headed to bed now and leaving this little chapter right here for you all
I own nothing
