"Alright I got a date, heading out!" Dean called over his shoulder.
"Wait wait wait!" Jet popped up from a mess of different wrappings and garbage on the couch, a game controller nested in his large hands and his hair a fuzzy mess from what Dean could only guess was one hell of a nap.
"What?"
"Where are you going?" Jet adjusted himself, a hand running quickly to flatten his hair.
"Charlie's diner, meeting Sam from the library." Dean shrugged, "Why?"
"Dude, bring me back a doggy-bag." Jet smiled, pointing a finger at his friend's face, "I love that place."
Dean grinned in return, he loved that he and Jet were so similar when it came to their tastes; hardly any arguments ensued between them unless it was something major. "You got it, man."
"Awesome, thanks pal." Jet dropped back onto the cushions of their rather run-down couch. Three bachelors living in the same space made a crazy big mess and, some how, they could all navigate it like professional explorers. It was proven in the fact that each and every one of them could wander out of their bedrooms half-drunk or hung-over and never once step on something or stub their toe or even trip. It could also be a shit-load of luck. "Have fun, m'ang!"
Dean couldn't help the stupid grin that continued to creep up his face, "Later, m'ang." He called over his shoulder as he strolled toward the door. 'M'ang' was a term they'd started using in high school, one of them had found it in a funny web-comic and couldn't help but mimic it. Dean remembered vividly the way Jet insisted that they call one another 'm'ang' instead of man or dude or whatever they used at the time. It stuck, mostly. Only the two of them dared call the other by it, often combined with a fist bump though they'd gotten pretty lazy with it.
"Hold on a sec," Gabriel walked over and leaned against the back of the couch, their other roommate.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned around, "Now what?"
"You can't just say 'I'm off for a date' like that, what's your pretty boy like?" Gabriel grinned.
"Pretty, can I go now?"
"No," Gabriel straightened up again and waved a scolding finger Dean's way. "Dirt man, give us some dirt."
"He's cute, alright? Blushes like crazy, nice hips and a gorgeous face. Puppy-dog eyes, you know?" Dean smiled, recalling Sam's features though mostly he remembered the beautiful curve of his body leaning against that desk.
"All physical, eh? You're screwed." Gabriel laughed, hopping over the back of the couch and dropping right next to Jet.
"What do you mean?" Dean furrowed his brow, curious now.
"I mean you met this guy in a library, you mook. He's not just gonna be some easy piece of ass to pick up." Gabriel glanced back again, "You're going to have to step up your game a little."
It was Dean's turn to smirk, "Did you not hear the 'blushes like crazy' part? He lit up after a simple compliment, a light touch here and there. I don't think he gets out much, or gets much in the ways of physical affection, I've got this one nailed."
Gabriel nodded, considering it. "Alright, let's bet on it." He looked at Jet, "Twenty bucks says Dean doesn't get any tonight."
Jet grinned wildly, "You're on, man." He looked over at Dean, "Text me about it."
Dean laughed, "Alright, I'll let you know."
'Dinner and a movie, that's all he thinks it is, gotta find a way to get him… Shouldn't be too hard.' Dean thought to himself as he drove down to Charlie's diner, a nervous twitch in the back of his brain. He grinned to himself, remembering the deep seeded blush in Sam's cheeks when he'd picked him up, and even more so during their conversation. The guy was fucking hot, Dean had decided after feeling the firmness of those hips, the delicate hipline and creases leading his fingers down into sensitive territory. Sam would be an easy fuck, especially considering that 'school boy' persona of his. 'I hope he didn't drive… That'll make going to the movie a little more complicated and impersonal.'
Dean arrived at the diner and casually walked in, glancing around he spotted the taller male sitting in a booth facing the door, a bright smile lighting his features, those hazel eyes trained solely on him as he walked over. "Hey, Sam." Dean grinned, not bothering to take a seat just yet.
"Hi," Sam offered a smile in return, his fingers laced together elegantly. He looked good; Dean wouldn't deny that, in fact it was the main reason Dean was talking to him in the first place.
"So what're you having?" He asked, tossing his leather jacket onto his side of the booth.
Sam pondered for a moment, he'd clearly been contemplating this before Dean had arrived and even more obviously hadn't come up with an answer yet. After a moment he shrugged, "Chicken Caesar salad, and a soda please." He nodded decisively.
Dean smirked, "Gotcha," he headed toward the counter, making a mental note that Sam was a health-nut.
"Wait!" Sam's sudden outburst caught him off-guard, he took a gander backward again just in time to catch a brief look of panic on Sam's youthful face. "Not diet, I don't like the after-taste."
Dean nearly laughed at that, "Of course, no problem." He went to the counter and grinned at the girl behind it. "Hey Anna,"
"Dean, what's up?" She smiled brightly at him, she'd been one grade behind him in school and they'd had some history. Though mostly Dean remembered seeing her working here, always serving him his favourite food. "I'll take a chicken caesar salad, two cokes, and three bacon cheeseburgers."
Anna raised an eyebrow at him, "Dean, are you going on a diet or something?" She joked, punching in the three cheeseburgers with a snicker.
"Nah, I'm here with someone," He nodded back toward his date, her eyes scanning up to see who it was.
"You're here with Sam?" She asked curiously, "That'll be eighteen, thirty six."
Dean placed a twenty-dollar bill on the table and slid it forward, this time it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her, "You know Sam?"
"Yeah, smart kid and straight as an arrow, well, you know, in the moral kind of sense." She handed the change over and leaned against the counter, "Yeah, he's quite the catch."
"You don't say…" Dean glanced back again, remembering the large book Sam had been trying to get at in the library. 'He did say he'd read it before, on his own time too.' Dean had to pause and reconsider the possibility of how easy this Sam would be. "So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate my chances of hitting that tonight?"
Anna snorted, holding back a full on laugh "Is zero an option?" She giggled.
Dean furrowed his brow, "Really?"
"Yeah, he's a high class high schooler." She shrugged.
"Wait, he's in high school!" Dean's jaw hung open briefly as he stared at her.
"Yeah, you can't tell but definitely in his senior year. Close to graduation, top of his class, very studious."
"I thought when he mentioned school he meant college or something…" Dean ran a hand down his face, looking back at his date again (who started to look concerned with how often he was being glanced at). Sam was still attractive; he was still a tall, toned, and adorable guy. Dean just hadn't considered the age thing; he didn't think there was a difference if there was one at all. "How old is he?"
Anna shrugged, "I'd guess seventeen or eighteen, not really sure." She handed the food over on a tray, "And before you go, what's with the three cheeseburgers? Your date eats salad and you pig out?"
Dean smirked, "One's for Jet, can I get a bag with that?"
She rolled her eyes, "Of course, here you go."
Dean snatched it and picked up the tray, "Thanks, see you later." He marched to their booth and put the food down, angling it so Sam's food was in front of him. "Dinner is served," he said with a happy sigh, sitting down in the booth.
Sam took his share and smiled, "Thanks," he popped the lid open and applied a small amount of dressing, mixing it up awkwardly with one of those plastic forks. "So… You've been here a lot?" he asked after a moment.
"Yeah," Dean shrugged, "I used to know Anna from high school, that and my room mate, Jet, and I come here for burgers a lot."
Sam nodded, peering down at Dean's three sandwiches, "And a lot of burgers, I guess." He chuckled.
"Well I'm not in the mood for fries today and they're just meant to fill you up the rest of the way so I figured a second burger would do the trick." Dean picked one up and smiled down at it, pleased.
"What's the third one for?" Sam ventured to ask.
"Jet, he asked for a doggy-bag." Dean shrugged, taking a rather large bite out of the first burger. They ate for a moment; Dean slipped his hand into his pocket, texting Jet.
Dean: Not gonna happen, m'ang. Morally straight and properly.
Jet: Awww Dood! I just lost $20!
Dean: Sorry man.
Jet growled and handed Gabriel the twenty, "Damn it…"
"Yes!" Gabriel grinned.
Dean looked up with another smile, "So, tell me about you?"
Sam glanced up from his salad, twisting his fork around in it for a second. "Sure, what did you want to know?"
"Well… What do you do? What's your passion?"
Sam smiled, considering it, "I plan on going into law once I'm done high school, looking at a free ride into Stanford."
"Like Stanford, California University Stanford?" Dean raised an eyebrow in surprised awe.
"Yeah," Sam laughed a little, his features brightening up, "I applied for it and it turns out I'm talented enough to warrant them paying for me."
"Wow," Dean grinned, "Colour me impressed. I wasn't exactly a 'good student' in school."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Jet and I were in the same classes together and my god," he laughed, "The shit we did! I mean I feel pretty bad for some of those teachers."
Sam chuckled, "I couldn't imagine,"
"Good." Dean snickered, "But it wasn't all fun and games like that, he and I barely passed at all. In fact I think we might have been pushed through, by the end of it." Dean paused, briefly remembering how frustrated they had both been. "It wasn't easy for us."
Sam rested on his elbows, leaning forward a little, "School isn't for everyone, it comes a lot easier to some people than others." He looked down at his salad again, "I got pretty damn lucky, I guess."
"Nah, I bet you work for it." Dean grinned, "Studious and all that."
"Well I do spend a lot of studying, that's true." Sam nodded, "But I haven't really had any trouble with people in school."
Dean shrugged, "People weren't entirely a problem, I had Jet and he had me, basically all we needed. That and a bit of luck and good humour for the teachers." He finished off both burgers in the time it took Sam to eat 70% of the salad. He wanted to ask Sam about the high school thing, about other people he may have dated but he wasn't sure, in fact he wasn't even sure what he was doing at this point. Sam was intelligent, very. He was going somewhere, and he gave off the air of having some class. "You surprised me," Dean admitted after a moment.
Sam looked up, a little shocked himself by the words. "How so?"
"Honestly, and don't hate me for this," Dean grinned, "I thought you'd be…" He found himself hesitating on that last one.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "What? Easy?" his tone didn't hint at amusement.
"Well, yeah kind of. You were acting like someone who'd be easy anyway, in the library." Dean shrugged, "But talking to you now I can tell you're far from it. Sam," he adjusted himself in his seat, surprised by the strange feeling in his stomach, "I want this to be more than just me being a creep, I'm sorry about that."
Sam's expression was skeptical but it softened, "Well, as long as your opinion changed." He smiled, that familiar tint staining his cheeks as he glanced away. "I'm okay with it being… more."
Dean tilted his head to look at Sam's face better, "You're so shy, why?" He teased.
"I haven't exactly… had a lot of luck with dates." Sam admitted quietly, "Or boyfriends."
"What happened?" Dean raised an eyebrow, honestly interested.
"Well… Mostly because I don't put out right away, I think." Sam shrugged, "And a combination of other things, not always a lot of time, parents give me a curfew, and most of the time they end up being interested in my brother." He rolled his eyes with that last one, "Little jerk."
Dean smirked, "Little brother?"
"Nah, older but only by a few months." Sam shook his head, "He's smaller than me though, and a lot more… Out going I guess you could say."
"Well I like you better," Dean pat Sam's hand.
"You've never met him," Sam laughed, "I doubt you'd say that after, you kind of seem his type."
"What's that mean? I'm a littler jerk?" Dean sneered playfully.
"Well… no… Just…" Sam scratched his head awkwardly, "I mean, you and him seem to have similar tastes, that's all."
"Better look out Sam," Dean took on a serious tone, his expression matching, "I think your brother might have a thing for you."
Sam snorted, quickly covering his mouth as he laughed, "What?"
"If we have similar tastes then he must like you." Dean shrugged, lifting his hands defensively, "I'm just saying."
"Right," Sam chuckled; he couldn't stop the dorky grin on his face.
"So," Dean glanced outside, "Did you want to see a movie today or would you rather just stay here?"
Sam looked at the time and considered it, "Well how about we watch a movie and then go for coffee again after, talk about it?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah but how often do people actually talk about the movie when they do that?"
Sam shrugged, "Not many, but we don't have to just talk about the movie."
Dean nodded, "Deal, so next issue, what kind of movie?"
"Doesn't matter to me," Sam shook his head.
"Of course not but once we get in there you'll complain and-"
"Okay! Action." Sam interrupted with a laugh.
"Awesome, though you don't have to pick action because you think I like it." Dean felt mildly concerned until he saw the unimpressed expression plastered all over Sam's face.
"What, just because I like to study you think I don't like action movies?" Sam stood, gathering his garbage, "Sorry to disappoint you but I do."
"Not disappointed at all." Dean grinned, getting up from his side of the booth and tossing the last cheeseburger in the doggy bag. "Let's go, did you drive?"
"No," Sam looked like he was recalling an annoying memory, if his scrunched nose was anything to go by.
"Right well let's get going," Dean was partially amused by Sam's face but he figured pointing it out might get him an angry stare.
The ride to the theatre was fairly quiet until Dean turned the radio on, a catchy pop tune starting up immediately. Dean scowled and changed the station as soon as he could, "Damn it, Jet." He muttered.
Sam only snickered at him, a cute smile on his face. "Don't like pop music?"
"Nope, classic rock's the way to go." Dean nodded to himself.
"You sound like my dad," Sam shook his head, his words making Dean cringe a little, considering their age difference again.
"So how old are you, Sam?"
"Turning 18 in May." Sam said proudly.
"Ah, well I'm 22 so the difference isn't so bad." Dean said, relieved.
Sam looked at him curiously, "You were concerned about that? How old did you think I was?"
"I honestly thought you were in college, when you said school and pulled that huge book off the shelf and everything." Dean found a decent parking space, close to the doors.
"Are you disappointed that I'm a bit younger?" Sam looked a little nervous, the giveaway was in his eyes.
"Not really," Dean smiled reassuringly, "It doesn't bother me, so don't worry about it." He looked Sam over, watching the relief settle in his features again. 'This kid has had some hard times with relationships… And he's not even an adult yet, what the hell is up with teenagers these days?' he couldn't help but think.
They walked into the movie theatre; Dean collected snacks even though they'd just eaten. Standing in the theatre Sam paused for a moment and pointed at one of the posters, "Dean, I know the movie I want to see."
Dean glanced over and saw the poster for 'This Means War', "Seriously?"
"What? Chris Pine and Tom Hardy are in it." Sam furrowed his brow.
Dean nodded, "I guess I did like Pine in Star Trek, alright fine let's go."
Needless to say they laughed throughout the film, it was a good balance between romance, comedy and action and in the end every body wins. Well, except the bad guy but they should never win. The movie ended without incident and they hardly talked about it by the time they reached the nearest open coffee shop.
"What did you want?" Dean said as he walked toward the counter.
"Vanilla bean…" Sam trailed off while watching Dean's face slowly contort in confusion. "I'll just… come with and order it."
"Good idea." Dean grinned.
They sat down again after getting their drinks, Sam's froofy and Dean's just black coffee. 'Salad and silly drinks, oh boy.' Dean laughed to himself, smiling at Sam as the teen sipped it casually. The conversation started on the movie and after about an hour or so they found themselves talking about their childhoods.
"Seriously, where the hell did you meet someone like Jet?" Sam laughed.
"Someone like Jet is a nice way to put it," Dean snickered, "That living tank and I have been friends since I was like... Five I think. We met in our backyards and just kind of hit it off."
"Just like that? Someone who's as rough-and-tumble as the guy you've been describing got along with you right off the hop?"
"Well he made fun of me first but after about an hour we were like best friends." Dean grinned, "And you kind of know where that's gotten us."
"Right," Sam smirked, "The fights and the 'I almost died' moments every day. He might not be that good for you, you know." Sam was joking of course, but Dean felt defensive for a moment.
"Him picking fights and getting us into trouble was the least of it, Jet saved our asses just as often as, possibly even more than he put them in danger. And he wasn't always the one who got us into the sticky situations, so that means he solved more problems than he made." Dean smiled, there was no way he knew how to explain his best friend to Sam, Jet was a person you experienced more than heard about. How could he describe the times Jet had taken a hit for him, nearly died for him, and was always there no matter what? It wasn't possible, not at their current relationship level, anyway. "But what about you? You have a brother, right? What's your family like?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "Ah yes, my brother. Well actually he's my adopted brother, you'd never know we were related just by looking at us." His smile faded a little, "My parents adopted him a few years after my biological older brother died. I feel kind of bad to say this but I don't really miss my older brother, I never knew him. He disappeared when I was one so…"
"So there's no point in feeling bad about it," Dean shrugged, keeping his face calm as he spoke, "You have a brother, adopted or otherwise, so just deal with the things you know you have. No sense in worrying about what's gone."
Sam nodded, "I agree." The smiled at one another when a sudden loud ringing startled them both, Sam recognized the tune and fished out his cell phone. "Crap…"
"What?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"It's my parents, one sec. Sorry." He turned away from Dean to make it a little less awkward, "Hello? Hi mom. Yeah I know it's past 11, sorry. ...I'm fine, really. Okay. ...Okay see you." He hung up and sighed, looking up at Dean guiltily. "My mom," he said again, just in case Dean hadn't heard.
"Got that, she want you home or something?" He joked.
"Yeah." Sam muttered sheepishly.
"Oh," Dean looked around, "Well I could give you a ride, where do you live?"
Sam fidgeted a little, "Could you drop me off a block away? My dad's kind of a… well he's a hard-ass when it comes to these things and I don't think he'd-"
"Appreciate his son in a gay relationship?" Dean finished the sentence for him, finding he knew where it was headed anyway.
"Yeah," Sam exhaled tiredly. "Sorry."
"It's fine, I respect the parent-rule thing." Dean got up and escorted Sam out.
Ten minutes later they were down the street from Sam's house, Dean parked and hopped out, walking around the car to Sam's side. "That was fun."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, I really enjoyed myself." He looked down for a moment then back up, his eyes meeting Dean's briefly.
Dean closed the gap between them and gently pressed their lips together, liking the feeling of the teenager as he gave in to the kiss. Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's back, hand finding its way into the shaggy brown hair to support his head. Dean waited until Sam relaxed, arms coming up and finding their way around Dean, hands landing in safe spots.
They made out for a few minutes, Dean finding it was all right to trail a hand down to the lip of Sam's jeans, hooking a finger into it. Sam's face heated almost instantly, pulling back a little. "Dean… Dean wait…"
Dean lifted his hands a little, innocently. "Sorry, figured I'd give it a whirl anyway."
Sam blushed and nodded, fishing out a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen, scribbling down his number. "Here," he offered it, "send me a message and maybe we can talk about going on another date?"
"I'd love to," Dean took the paper and shoved it into his pocket, "But first I'd like to ask you to be my boyfriend."
Sam's cheeks reddened further as he nodded quickly, "Yes," he said simply, mostly lacking the larger vocabulary he was used to having.
"Awesome, I'll see you later." Dean waved and hopped back into his car, taking off down the street.
Sam smiled, watching the man's taillights disappear around a corner and down the street. He sighed happily and jumped a little before running back to his house. Dean had been amazing, he was gorgeous and he was funny and he could actually talk to Sam. It was more than he'd hoped for, they had so many discussions and Dean had opened up to him. He smiled gleefully, trotting up the sidewalk; he noticed immediately that the Impala wasn't back yet. Of course, it was Friday night, there's no way Castiel would be back as early as 11:30pm on a Friday night.
"I'm home!" He called as he hurried inside.
"How was your date?" Mary smiled sweetly.
"Amazing," Sam smiled back before running upstairs.
Mary looked at John who only shrugged, "He's a teenager." Was all he offered her in response for Sam's hasty retreat.
Sam dropped into his bed and stared up at the ceiling, finding it completely impossible to wipe the smile from his face.
