A/N: They're still making out in the Impala...

Love Extra (Chapter 12) by frostygossamer

When Sam eventually allowed Dean to take a breath, Dean released the handful of Sam's T-shirt he had been clutching, leaned back in his seat and whistled.

"Whoo-hoo, Sammy. You SURE got out of bed on the RIGHT side this morning."

Dean was acting way too pleased with himself about all this. Couldn't he see how desperate Sam was feeling? Sam so wanted to be angry with the guy but every damn time Dean defused his very reasonable temper with that irresistible smirk of his. How was Sam supposed to get past that?

He growled softly. "You get me so freakin' riled sometimes, Dean. Does everything you do got to be a secret? Didn't you promise me there'd be no more assing around?"

"No assing around," Dean swore, holding up his hands. "Dude, there's one BIG difference between keeping secrets and surprises, dude. Life would be pretty damn tame with no surprises."

"Tame but stressless," Sam commented. "Man, you got me all wrong way round and upside down."

Dean snickered. "Love you upside down, Sammy. Fact is, I love you any position you wanna try."

Sam wasn't so easily smoke screened by the naughty images Dean put in his head. He had made his mind up to get Dean talking. The sexual innuendo could wait.

"Need more, Dean," he insisted. "You gotta spill the beans before I get off of your case this time."

Dean winked at him cheekily. "OK, dude. But first, gotta fill you in with a little back-story on what happened when I showed up for class."

"First day of class?"

"Uh-huh."

~X~

It had been well over a decade since Dean had graced any a place of education with his presence. It was just his luck that things didn't go as expected.

First off, the guy leading the class turned out to be a substitute. The scheduled instructor guy had dropped out at the last minute and left the class hanging. The college needed a last minute replacement and they wound up practically grabbing some schmo off of the street.

Still, as it turned out, the class went surprisingly well. Having really no idea how to lead a class of adult learners, the guy elected to go for a casual approach. He was only taking this one period, what harm could he do? He decided to fill in the hour with a bunch of hilarious anecdotes from his many years in auto-repair. There were stories about obstinate vehicles with minds of their own and tales of bull-headed and ridiculously ignorant owners. Apparently, he had had a lifetime of such things.

At first he seemed a little self-conscious standing in the front of class, the centre of everyone's attention, but as the hour progressed he relaxed and got really into it. The students lapped him up. By the end of the period, he had his students, down-to-earth working stiffs like himself, hanging on his every word.

When the class was over and the students started filing out of the room, the chick in leather-pants from the back row pushed through the exodus to grab his arm.

"That was awesome," she enthused, grinning. "I'd never have guessed you were a last minute sub, honey. I came along to audit this class expecting some dry-as-dust lecture on sparkplugs. You made the entire class come alive. Sweetheart, you're a natural."

She gave his arm a little squeeze and snuggled up to him.

"I work for the college," she explained. "You might call me the paymaster here. I hire and fire the part-time talent. Personal enrichment classes mostly. The guy who couldn't get his sorry ass in here tonight has basically always been a flake. His ass is dust. You want his gig you got it."

Of course the guy was flattered, so he said, "OK. I'm in."

~X~

Dean finished his explanation and turned to Sam in the shotgun seat with a grin that looked, to Sam, suspiciously proud.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Sam demanded. "Only YOU could go enrol in a class and wind up leading it. Am I right?"

It seemed totally off-the-wall, but Sam knew he should have guessed Dean would never gave that big a write-up to anyone but himself.

"You got me," Dean admitted.

Well, that explained a lot. Dean had been actually training people on this automechanics course not just showing up to act interested about stuff he already knew. Sam wondered why he had never thought of suggesting that himself. And then he remembered, it was the thought of students with naughty designs on teacher. They happened. Hell, he had been one of them.

He should have known Dean would make a great teacher. That was another thing he shared with Sam's ex. He knew how to inspire people. It reminded Sam of Mann when he was younger and more idealistic. Shame Mann had lost that over the years. He had grown cold inside while Dean was filled with an internal fire. Sam loved that about him.

"You wanna know exactly how it went down?" asked Dean.

Sam nodded. Dean seemed keen to bask in his moment of glory, and he had asked for the facts, after all.

~X~

When Dean entered the Advanced Vehicular Maintenance class and spotted that the amply bosomed lady he was later to know as Babycakes had an empty chair right beside her, he decided that would do for him. Before he could cross the short distance, however, his elbow was grabbed by an earnest middle-aged woman.

"Perfect," she gasped. "You're just in time. I was beginning to think I was gonna have to take this one myself. I may be 'Crafts' but this is a bit beyond me. Knitting and quilting more my thing."

Dean must have looked perplexed because her expression became more worried.

"You're the substitute, right?" she demanded, anxiously.

Dean took a breath, ready to deny her assumption, then he suddenly thought, "Why the hell not?" He probably knew more about this topic than the regular instructor anyways. Maybe he COULD give it a whirl. How hard could it be? The poor worn-out woman looked like she needed some a help and Dean was ever the hero. He couldn't abandon any female in distress.

"Sure," he answered. "That's me." That was the reckless kind of guy he was.

The woman sighed in relief. "Thank heavens," she said, glancing at her watch as she turned and rushed out of the room. "The rest of the class should be here anytime."

Dean flinched. Rest of the class? How many freakin' students had signed up for this damn class anyways? What had he innocently agreed to?

As it happened, Dean needn't have worried. As Sam had phrased it, he ACED it.

~X~

As he sat beside Dean in his lovingly repaired Impala, Sam's face was a picture.

"I've brought forth a freakin' monster," he remarked, feigning a groan.

Dean had to laugh, so he did.

"Dude, this teaching gig is a piece of freakin' cake," he chuckled. "Dunno why you guys make it out such a dark freakin' art."

"So you took the class," Sam summarized, amazed. "Didn't I hear you say teaching was as mug's game?"

Dean preened. "Not when the teacher is THIS freakin' awesome."

Sam shook his head. "Only you, man," he muttered. "Only you could go sign up as a student and wind up a professor."

"Dude, it was totally NOT my fault this time," Dean insisted. "The guy scheduled to take the class didn't show. I got kinda press-ganged into it. But it was a breeze. Had them hanging on my every freakin' syllable."

Dean's face was radiant with his newfound achievement.

"Oh, yeah?" asked Sam, now smiling. "Great feeling, huh?"

"You said it," Dean agreed. "So every Thursday I been leading that damn class like a pro. Eat your heart out, Dave freakin' Mann. Dumb muscle-brain, huh?"

"I never thought you were dumb, Dean," Sam said, patting his knee.

"Not YOU, Sam," Dean allowed. "But I seen the looks I got from your college buddies. They think I'm just some hot body you hooked up with. Man, there's so much more to ME than they'll ever know."

"I know it," Sam nodded. "You got plenty smarts, baby. All you needed was the nerve to get out there and swank it. And it looks like you found it."

"Hey, can't hide this kinda awesomeness forever," Dean agreed.

OK, so much explained. But what about the stacked 30-something rocker babe in the clingy outfit? What did she think she was doing getting all up in Sam's guy's face? Sam had to know.

"And the chick you called Babycakes?" he asked nervously. "Seemed to be getting pretty up close and personal with her."

"Oh, sure," Dean shrugged. "That chick likes to get pretty hands on with ALL the guys. Trust me, there was one guy taught needlework, she was the same with him. She's the money. Was only tryna keep her sweet."

"Sweet enough for pet names?" Sam demanded, suspiciously.

"Pet names? No, no. Chick goes by Babycakes all the time. Go figure. She was in some half-assed metal band and the name stuck. Ask anyone."

"Huh," mumbled Sam, not 100 percent convinced.

Dean smiled at him. "Jealous? Oh, Sammy, why'd I want a freakin' seven-at-best when I got a ten at home?"

He scooched over and planted a kiss on Sam's lips. Sam wanted to believe Dean. And what was more important he could see that Dean wanted Sam to believe him. That was some relief anyways.

"So you're not going anywhere?" Sam asked.

Dean gave him a strange look. "Not this week," he replied.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"NOW," said Dean, effectively ending the conversation. "You want breakfast? Or you want me to try and turn you right way round and downside up? Any which way you wanna go, big boy."

Sam exhaled, letting go the tightness in his shoulders a little.

"Wanna test the new suspension, huh?" he asked innocently.

"Uh-huh," Dean agreed. "Chevy handles real smooth. Let's see if I can handle you so good."

Sam sank back into the warm leather seat, lifting his ass to wriggle down his boxers.

"Sure, baby," he said. "Why not?"

He could do with a little release of tension.

Dean pulled off his jeans and straddled Sam's lap. He bobbed forward and laid a kiss on Sam's mouth, rolling his hips to rub their junk together. Sam hummed with the feel of him.

"God," he whispered. "I love it when you do that."

Dean smirked down at him, his eyes twinkling.

"And don't I know it," he said.

As Sam closed his eyes, he heard Dean open the glovebox and rummage inside for something.

"Put some in here for sure," Dean mumbled. "Ah, here it is."

"You keep lube in the glovebox?" guessed Sam.

"Now I do," chuckled Dean. "This baby's a sex machine."

Sam felt his lover anoint him piously and then gasped as his poker-hard member slid into the warm place that was Dean.

They gave the suspension a real thorough test that morning.

And it was fine.

TBC

A/N: OK, so Dean has explanations, but they don't explain everything... More soon.