Warnings: Masturbation, swearing, some smut

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, or Jo. :P No beta, all mistakes my own.

Chapter 4

Dean sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. After taking another swig of his beer, finally finishing it, he stood up to stretch his arms. Paperwork can wait for a few. I can't friggin concentrate anyway...He headed upstairs to his room to take care of his...issue he's had now for a little over half an hour. He wasn't getting anywhere, his mind seemed to drift back to a certain long chestnut hair and brown eyed man, hence said his former...issue.

Opening the door, he headed straight towards his unmade bed, pulling back the sheets and duvet the rest of the way. He got comfortable and laid down, his hand immediately shoving its way under his boxers.

Wriggling his hips, he slipped both off in one go and laid his head back against his pillow. He slid his shirt up, and thought of the sexy college boy, with his pink lips waiting to be kissed, his long lean legs that seem to go on for miles, his hair, which Dean definitely would have to run his fingers through just to see how soft it really is, and of course, those eyes he gets lost in. He lazily stroked his cock and a small grunt left his mouth, thinking of Sam. Some days, they are a mix of blues and greens, whereas other days, they seem to be chocolate colored orbs. He continued to pump his hard cock faster, every now and then his thumb digging into the slit, spreading pre-come and elicting a moan from deep within his chest. He thought of pressing a desperately whining Sammy up against his tiled shower, thrusting into his hot tight and pert ass, whispering filthy words in his ear, as Sam mewled, clenching hard around his dick, and splattering his cum on the white walls. Yes..Sammy, god the sounds you make just for me, so sexy, so beautiful like this...Dean thought with a muffled growl, his head thrown back, his back arched in pleasure, as his body tensed and hot spurts of cum painted his stomach, a broken plea of Sam's name on his lips as he came down from his orgasmic high. "Sammy...fuck.."

Soon, Dean thought hopefully, trying to slow down his racing heart.

xxxS&Dxxx

Monday morning, a sleepy Sam rested his chin comfortably on his palm, waiting for his instructor to arrive with today's lesson. He smiled, dreamily staring off into space, only one special man on his mind.

"Sam." Jo said, slamming her books on her desk on purpose, snapping a startled Sam from his lustful thoughts. "Mornin'." She grinned, quite proud of herself as she sat down next to him.

He scowled. "Jo."

"Why the frown?" She asked, but already knowing.

He just grunted in response.

"H-Hey Sam."

Sam looked up, his gaze falling on Scott's? Tyler's? Or was it Brian's? uneasy face.

"Hey, what's up." Sam smiled politely, shifting in his seat.

"So there's a party this weekend? You going?" The guy asked nervously, shuffling his feet, staring at the ground.

"Yeah, why?"

You're so oblivious, Sam, god...He likes you...Jo scoffed from beside him.

"Really?" his blue eyes snapped up to look at Sam. "G-Great! So..I was wondering if ou'd want to go with me? We could go toget-"

"He isn't interested. He's got a date." Jo deadpanned from beside them, absentmindingly filing her nails in boredom, it seemed.

"O-Oh." The guy muttered, visibly shrinking in on himself, and his face fell.

"Jo..." Sam pressed, upset at the face that she spoke for him.

"Dean." Was all she said.

"R-Right. She's right. Dean, yes. Him. He's my date." He tried to answer smoothly, and fuckingshitdamnit how could he forget Dean?! "Sorry, man."

"Right, ok, then." Tall guy said in a displeased tone, and he sauntered off.

"Bye now, loser." Jo whispered rudely, waving her fingers.

Sam slumped, ashamed. "I c-can't believe I missed that..." He pouted, and crossed his arms across his bulk chest.

"It's ok. I forgive you." Jo stated sweetly, patting his arm in reassurance. "I gotta look out for my boys. Sean. Or...hmm..Dam?"

"Huh?" He stared at her.

"Oh nothing. It's just your ship name...Wesmith...Smisson?" She continued to mumble to herself.

"S-Ship name?"

"Yeah. I ship you both. It's Sam, you, smooshed," and at this she dramatically clasped her fists together, "and, Dean, like this."

"I'd like to smoosh against him sometime..." Sam said shamelessly under his breath, his face flaming as he shifted in his seat.

"I'll tell him you said that!" Jo said cheerfully, clapping her hands.

"Wait! No! I didn't mean it that way!" He protested.

"Of course you did, Sam! It is ok to want things!" She argued to the beet red student.

"Let's start, class." The instructor boomed, rushing in the large classroom, and placed his briefcase on his desk. "Today's lesson is Love."

Sam gulped. Shit.

xxxS&Dxxx

After learning about love and the emotions of the brain, Sam felt he was more into a cluster fuck than before. All he thought about was a particluar sexy and smart lawyer. Do I love him? I barely KNOW him. I do feel SOMETHING. Lust? Probably. Ok, fine. Definitely. Attraction? Check. Love? Sam pondered over and over in his mind as he gathered his belongings, zipping his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Geez, Sam, if you think any harder, your head will explode." Jo deadpanned, drapping her shoulder bag across her chest comfortably.

"Hmmm?" Sam hummed. "'M not thinking..." He fibbed as he trailed behind her, going down the stairs.

"Dean?"

"I was not thinking about Dean." Sam rushed out, lying again.

"No! Look! Dean's here!" Jo hissed quietly, grabbing Sam's arm, pinching his skin with her red nails.

He winced in pain. "Huh?" His head snapped up, and, sure enough, Dean fucking Smith stood at the door, looking as flawless as ever. His eyes scanned the room, like he was looking for someone in particular. He cleared his throat and set his breifcase down to fix his tie.

"Who is he here for?!" Jo whispered. "Oh my GOD, what if he's here for YOU?!" She said giddily.

His eyes landed on Sam's and for a moment, time stood still. Sam swallowed as he saw Dean's smile. His heart beat wildly in his chest. What if he IS here for me? God, he looks handsome as ever. He thought, his hazel eyes raking over the older man in appreciation.

"Dean! Hey, how are you?"

Sam's head snapped at that voice, out of his trance, and he saw the professor walking over to chat to Dean. His shoulders slumped in defeat. That's what you get for wishful thinking...Damn it.

"Sam, I'm-"" Jo started to protest, noticing her friend's crestfallen face.

"Don't." He barked out. "Let's just go to work." He mumbled out, clearly depressed. Work. Great. Dean'll be there...He tensed his jaw, and continued to head downstairs, towards the door, purposely avoiding Dean. He felt sick, his jealous nature kicking in, but omg I don't usually GET jealous what the fuck is WRONG with me, upsetting his stomach. And to think I actually HAD a chance...He scoffed with a worried Jo Harvelle trailing behind him.

"Sam! Wait! You're going to fast!" She gritted out, trying to keep up with the taller man and his octopus legs.

"Sammy."

Sam immediately halted at that tone.

Dean. Fuck.

He turned to see Dean looking at him in concern.

"Dean! H-Hi! What are you doing here?" Jo asked cheerfully.

Yeah, why ARE you here? Definitely not for me. Sam thought hastily. He wrapped his arms protectively around his torso, suddenly feeling small, embarrassed, and just fucking wishing the god damn floor would open up right about now, swallowing him whole, never to be seen again, putting him out of his misery, indeed.

"See you soon, Dean." The professor said, giving Dean a friendly smile and a pat on the back.

Again, Sam gritted his teeth, his glare at the teacher deadly.

"Yepp, have a good day, Tom." Dean replied with a grin.

That smile should only be for me. Sam thought selfish.

Dean quirked an eyebrow at Sam's obvious distressed face. Why is he giving his teacher a death glare? "Jo. Sammy. How've you guys been?"

Sam snapped his eyes back to Dean, and he automatically relaxed his entire body, his shoulders definitely less tense.

"We're ok. Matt and I have been planning the party. You still coming, right, Dean?" Jo questioned.

"I wouldn't miss it." He answered lowly, his gaze never leaving Sam's face. "You going, Sammy?"

Sam gulped. He felt hot, and said, "Mmmhmm."

From behind them, a huff could be heard, and they turned to see that guy that's oh-so-interested in Sam giving Dean a dirty look. "You're Dean? Figures..." He muttered under his breath as he walked away with a scowl.

"Problem?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowed at the student.

"Nope. I'll see you later, Sam." He nodded leaving.

"Yepp." Sam nodded.

Dean stared at the offensive guy with a displeased face until he heard the door shut.

"Dean, w-what are you doing here?" Sam asked outright, his arms folding across his cgest protectively again. He was afraid of the answer, to be honest. He did NOT want Dean to be here for his snooty professor.

"Well, Jo here," He started, pointing to a deer-caught-in-headlights-look on Jo's face, "told me you guys take classes here...so uhm I figured I could take you to work? Give you a ride?" He questioned more than stated, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Sam's hazel eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment he couldn't breathe. Oh my god... "Sure." He squeaked out.

"Ok! Great! you ready to go then?" Dean asked, with a genuiene smile and picking up his breifcase.

Sam frantically nodded his head and his eyes turned to find a smirking Jo, and he hurried to follow the handsome wealthy man, his face tomato red.

"You're welcome, yet again!" Jo chuckled, shoving him with a delivish grin.

Thank you indeed, Jo! Sam thought, internally freaking out.

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