Dean, Sam could tell, was one of those guys you hated to love. He had tanned skin, freakin' gorgeous eyes and a mouth that he would seriously kill for. And Dean knew it too. He could tell from the mocking grin openly crossing his face as he watched Sam check him out.
"So what's your room number, freakishly tall person?" Dean started to move and Sam felt himself follow without question.
"Dorm room 27" Sam answered, he knew every room number he needed by heart. He wasn't going to be late again from now on.
"So you do speak!" Dean exclaimed. He slapped him on the arm happily.
At Sam's confused look he clarified. " Dude! You still haven't told me your name!" Dean was still laughing when he blushed.
"It's Sam. Sam Mckay."
"Well Sam, welcome to your new home. We're roommates. Figured as much since everyone else was paired off." Dean took him into a room and he whistled softly.
The room was half the size of the classroom that Sam had just been in. It held two beds, one cupboard and there was barely enough space left for two doors in the corner of the room to open. One of those doors he had come through the other led to a bathroom. At least they had some luxuries and didn't have to shower with the rest of the guys.
Dean took everything in stride as he walked in. Another feature of a guy you hate to love, Sam could tell he automatically fitted in everywhere. Dean flopped on one of the beds, eyes closed as he sighed.
Sam found his eyes drawn to Dean's midriff, where his shirt had hiked. He blushed to his roots as Dean eyes opened at that very second catching Sam staring. He coughed to cover his embarrassment and sat down on his own bed sorting through his stuff, not really concentrating on it.
He knew Dean was watching him but refused to look up. He wasn't gay. He knew that but what was it about this guy that set his heart racing every time he was in view.
Maybe he was tired. Yeah that was it, he was tired and should go to sleep. He had been traveling all day. He got out his pajamas and looked at them before looking up into Dean's wolfish grin. He was so changing in the bathroom. God! Since when had he turned into such a girl?
Sam was on edge, over tired and was struggling to find sleep. He tried to relax hoping sleep would finally overtake him and it was in this state of half unconsciousness that Sam heard the door close so softly that part of him wondered if he had dreamed it.
Turning over he found Dean's bed was empty. What compelled him to follow Dean he wasn't sure but he guessed it was curiosity and a vague worrying thought that he had better follow him otherwise they were both gonna get into trouble.
It was great to be out in the night air. He'd always loved nighttime more than the day; he loved the darkness, the silence and stillness of it all. His older brother had always joked that it was because he was a hunter in a past life. Some part of him had to agree.
It certainly came in handy when he wanted to track Dean down. He followed him through the maze of corridors. Going past most of the patrols without alerting them. It turned out though that Dean was a better hunter, as Sam was suddenly slammed against the wall, his mouth covered so he couldn't cry out.
"Why did you follow me…?" Dean's rough voice growled in his ear. Finally he took his hand away from Sam's mouth, the fierce look on his face daring Sam scream. Sam's eyes widened as Dean still had his forearm pressed against his throat as well as the shorter mans body being flush in all other parts he didn't want to think about. Even more so when Dean looked ready to kill him.
"T' keep you out of trouble I suppose." Sam said, too tired to lie and just wanting to go back to bed anyway. "Why are you out of bed in the first place?"
"I have something I gotta do alright and it's none of your business!" Dean said fiercely and immediately regretted it when Sam's face took on an expression close to that of a wounded puppy. Dean sighed deeply as he realized that maybe his roommate really did have his best interests at heart and just might not be incredibly nosy like he had thought.
"Look Sam, just go back to bed." He sighed and he let Sam go.
"I can't!" Sam tried before he was cut off.
"Why not!"
"…Because… I don't remember the way…" Sam said a little guiltily. Dean looked like he was going to hit him and Sam felt every one of his muscles tense in response.
"Fine, come on then. There's no avoiding it." Dean said finally and through gritted teeth. Sam opened his eyes again to see Dean walking back the way they came and grinned. Thankful that Dean wasn't going to leave him to find his own way back.
Dean didn't leave again once they got back, just sank into his bed after he removed his trousers and lay there, in his black T-shirt and boxers. Despite the questions he had buzzing in his head Sam fell asleep almost immediately and dreamed of someone stroking the hair delicately off his face and burning a kiss onto his mouth. He just smiled for the rest of the night.