Chapter 14

Sam and Andy sat on the floor of Samuel Colt hall trying to paint in between the lines of the banner they were creating for Open Day. Open day at Maple Bay College was a big deal. It was held annually on a Saturday and it was compulsory for all students to attend. It was the day where anyone could walk around on campus, check out the classrooms, school equipment and take part in the carnival set up on one of the school's fields. It was held to attract new students. To convince parents that Maple Bay was the only choice for their child's education. The parents of current students were always highly involved, it was their chance to experience the daily lives of their teenage children and of course meet the highly paid and qualified teachers; to inquire about their dear prone to exaggeration or out right lying children.

Sam's parents loved open day because Sam's teachers would always tell them how wonderful and smart a kid Sam was. So unlike the other student body population Sam had always enjoyed orientation day, he got told how great he was and then got to enjoy a day of rides and junk food at the carnival, what wasn't to love?

'Dude what the hell are we doing here?' Andy demanded.

'…painting the banner?' Sam offered.

'Exactly! It's fucking chick's work man. I feel like a pansy. Shouldn't we be doing some heavy lifting or something?' Andy asked.

'You could go help Sarah cut out stars and cover them with glitter?' Sam offered and gestured toward the long table in the centre of the hall, where some students were forced to sit and decorate stars to stick to the walls of their once manly hall.

'Poor girl, they've forced her to regress back to kindergarten. She's even wearing a god damn sticker that says "My name is Sarah" like they don't know she can speak English. All they have to do is ask her!' Andy ranted and went back to painting before he stopped, stared at the brush and threw it aside.

'Why are we even making this fucking thing? Everyone knows the art kids were forced into making this year's banner. What the fuck are we doing making another?' Andy asked Sam.

'We're making another because in today alone you destroyed class 8A's diorama, lost the class photos for five separate classes and messed up the programming of the senior IT class project.' Sam stated 'The banner is their form of Andy intervention.'

'Well it's a waste of my fucking time…and I don't appreciate that cynical tone of yours either.' Andy growled.

'What's with the "I hate the world and everything in it" attitude?' Sam asked.

'Open day is tomorrow dude! I just know I'm gonna get nailed for something. My mom's a fucking drill sergeant everything has to be perfect and nothing ever is.' Andy explained.

'He whining about his mom again?' Sarah asked and sat down beside Sam.

'Yep.' Sam answered and dabbed his paintbrush in the paint container.

'Who'd have thought I'd turn out to be a lesbian?' Sarah pondered.

'What?' Andy gaped.

'Well clearly you have no balls and a sad excuse for a penis so I must be dating a chick?' Sarah shrugged and Sam erupted in laughter.

'Easy for you both to be so damn relaxed you're both brilliant. Look at my gene pool and what I have to work with,' Andy pouted 'And take off that damn sticker it's demeaning to us all.'

'Poor baby,' Sarah spoke but still, however, took off the sticker 'Sam's gonna have a rough time of it tomorrow and you don't see him complaining.'

'…ah why would I have a rough time of it tomorrow?' Sam asked.

'Well…because of Dean,' Sarah whispered.

'…yeah?' Sam asked still confused.

'Your parents are going to see him tomorrow aren't they?' Sarah asked.

'Well yeah, but they've met him before.' Sam shrugged.

'Yeah but you and Mr Winchester weren't doing the horizontal mamba last time…or diagonal…however you two go at it.' Andy added.

'That's gotta be awkward,' Sarah agreed.

'I…guess. I didn't really think about it.' Sam realised.

'Dude, it's gotta be weird for the coach as well, meeting the parents of the student he's fucking.' Andy empathised and Sarah scowled.

'It's more like meeting the parents of your boyfriend…only they don't know he's your boyfriend. I wonder what Mr Winchester is going to say to them?' Sarah pondered.

'Hi Mr and Mrs McQueen I'm Mr Winchester your son's assistant coach/teacher I'm also the guy who's shoving his dick up Sam's ass every night. He's quite a tomcat well done of that front, looking at you both it's obvious he must have got that skill from your Mrs McQueen. Good for you Mr McQueen.' Andy joked and Sam shoved him. Andy fell to the side and stuck his hand in the paint in a blind reaction to keep his balance 'FUCK!'

Sam and Sarah burst into laughter as Andy stared at his purple hand before wiping it off on a white dishcloth. Sarah looked up from Andy and spotted coach Winchester come up from the stairs leading under the hall.

'Well speak of the devil,' Sarah shoved Sam's arm and nodded toward Dean. Sam looked up and watched as Dean approached Sam's biology teacher, who was supervising the star and glitter students. Dean was talking to him and gesturing a lot which meant he was arguing something. The biology teacher replied and Dean did that really adorable and very hot thing when he ran his tongue over his lips as he thought about what the other teacher was saying.

'Dude, quit swooning it's lame,' Andy snapped him out of it.

'I was not swooning,' Sam argued and turned to look at Andy just as Dean noticed him from the glitter table.

'There were practically stars in your eyes man,' Andy mocked 'If this were a movie there'd be soft music playing and you'd be having flashbacks of all the tender moments you've shared in the past.'

'Please, if anyone's smitten here it's you. You're the one that went all bitchy emo kid when you were separated with Sarah for a month.' Sam argued.

'And still I'm not the one making goo goo eyes at the assistant coach.' Andy stated.

'I am not!' Sam denied.

'Dude admit it! You've got it bad. The swooning, the goo goo eyes and the sighing? You're all a quiver with love.' Andy said and placed his hand over his heart.

'I am not a quiver with love!' Sam shouted.

'Hi Coach Winchester, did you want something?' Sarah spoke up.

Sam and Andy froze and slowly moved their gazes up to see Dean standing over them with a smirk on his face.

'Crap.' Andy spoke 'How long have you been standing there?'

'I heard everything.' Dean confirmed. Sam turned white and panicked.

'I'm really not a quiver with love!' Sam swore to Dean. Sarah giggled but then stopped when Dean shifted his gaze to her.

'Sam, can I see you in my office please?' Dean asked.

Sam was instantly rock hard. Sam bit his lip and nodded. God he loved it when Dean got al commanding.

'Sam's gonna get punished,' Andy whispered and made a whip cracking sound.

'Andy let Sarah finish the banner. You're now on glittering stars duty.' Dean ordered and Andy paled.

'Oh please don't make me,' Andy begged.

'You're time's a wasting,' Dean stared him down.

Andy dropped his brush and walked over to the glitter table mumbling about best friends, secrets, betrayal and murder by slow asphyxiation with glitter and glue. Dean turned around and paced toward the stairs with Sam trailing behind him head downcast. Sam looked up only once to see Andy glaring daggers at the biology teacher who was pinning a "My name is Andy" sticker on the bitter teen's shirt. Dean led Sam down the stairs and gestured toward the office.

'Go on in, I'll be there in a second.' Dean ordered.

'Yes sir,' Sam nodded and walked into the office. After a moment or two Dean entered and shut and locked the door behind him. Dean turned around and was pushed back against the door with Sam tonguing the shell of his ear as he rubbed Dean's cock through his pants.

'Sam-,' Den groaned as he hardened beneath Sam's now expert and demanding touch.

'Yes sir?' Sam asked, breathing hot against his neck.

'Not what I brought you here for,' Dean managed as Sam unzipped his pants and forced his palm inside both pants and boxers. Dean moaned and flexed his hips.

'Can't help it sir. I need to please you,' Sam whispered and stroked Dean 'Please tell me that I please you. I'll do whatever you want, whatever you ask me.'

Dean's cock jerked in Sam's fist. All the sirs and pleading were making Dean too hot to still be wearing clothes. Dean shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Sam immediately began to suck and nip at the golden skin before him, still stroking Dean steadily. Sam applied pressure to the slit of dean's cock and Dean smacked his head back against the door, using all will power not-to-fucking-come.

'What do you want?' Sam asked and kissed his way back up Dean's chest 'Please sir, tell me what to do.'

'Oh fuck Sammy,' Dean husked 'S-suck me,'

A huge almost feral grin swept across Sam's face as he dropped to his knees. Sam pulled down jeans and boxers and eyed Dean's hard cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world that Sam had killed for it and was now going to fulfil his need for it. Sam didn't start slow. He opened his mouth and took Dean in to the base. Dean cursed and couldn't help but buck into the wet, slick heat. Sam bobbed his head and sucked and licked. Dean's toes curled and his back arched. He began to thrust and then he was fucking Sam's mouth with abandon. Sam looked up at him, keeping up the appearance of the innocent schoolboy so willing and needy to please his teacher. Fuck Sam looked like he loved it more than Dean and that made something snap inside of his teacher. Dean pulled out of Sam's mouth with a pop and a loud mournful moan from Sam. Dean grabbed Sam and hauled him up. He ripped open Sam's jeans and turned the boy so he was pressed up against the glass window which was of course tinted to so no one could see a damn thing about what was going on inside. Dean yanked down Sam's school pants and revelled in Sam's long moan as he pressed his bare ass into Dean's hands. Dean was already soaking in Sam's spit there was barely any resistance when Dean pushed inside of him. It was hard, fast and desperate. Sam was keened and begged whilst Dean plunged deeper and faster whilst kissing at the skin on Sam's back. Sam's hot breath was visible on the window, as they both lost themselves. Sam thrusting back on Dean and screaming silently as Dean fucked him, licking the sweat hungrily from Sam's neck.

Dean came inside of Sam and stroked out Sam's orgasm until it coated the wall, the window and part of the door. Dean pulled out of Sam with a wonderful noise that made Sam shiver. Dean did up his pants and slid down the wall. Sam followed and sat beside him.

'I forgot what I was going to say,' Dean stated.

'I forgive you,' Sam sighed in the afterglow.

They both sat there for a while breathing deep and getting back their strength.

'Don't think that hot role playing sex is going to make me forget about you goo goo eyes.' Dean smirked.

'Oh shut up,' Sam shoved him. Above them the heat and sweat from their bodies left a camouflaged picture, almost completely invisible to the naked eye, of Sam pressed against the glass and Dean's hands braced either side of him.

Sam woke up to the sound of his mother ordering the family about downstairs. Finally she strolled into his room with his specially dry cleaned uniform, all a glow and excited, as she told him to get ready and that the entire family will be leaving to go to Sam's open day in half an hour. Sam took a long hot shower and dressed. He was doing up his tie when his cell phone erupted in Kansas's "Carry on my Wayward Son". Sam picked up the phone, pressed answer and held it to his ear.

'Hello?'

'We have a serious problem,' the voice on the other end spoke.

'Dean? You called me on my mobile?' Sam glowed.

'Yeah, because we have a serious problem!' Dean spoke slowly as though Sam was an idiot or from a foreign country.

'What problem?'

'…I have nothing to wear,' Dean spoke quickly. Sam laughed so hard he had to sit down.

'Hardy-fucking-ha,' Dean cursed.

'…you're serious? What's wrong with your suit?' Sam asked.

'I leant it to John this weekend for his visit to the insurance company,' Dean admitted.

'Well that was pretty stupid,' Sam snorted.

'Hey! I thought I'd wear my other suit today but I forgot that, that one has a spaghetti sauce stain on it so now I have nothing to wear and oh my god I've become my mother and are now too gay to handle…fuck I need coffee. This is why I've got to have fucking coffee in the morning or else I become a fucking bitch.' Dean ranted.

'I see, and how does you not having a suit become our problem?' Sam asked.

'Because I'm meeting your fucking parents today,' Dean pointed out.

'Yeah…along with a hundred other parents.' Sam agreed.

'Yeah but I'm not fucking their kids am I? It's supposed to be some sort of tradition that when you meet the parents you're supposed to wear a suit,' Dean continued.

'Yeah but they don't know we're dating Dean, I don't see how it really matters, they're not going to care what you look like.' Sam shrugged.

'That's what the boyfriend always says and then shows up with a really hideous tie and next time you'll be talking about me or introducing me to them when they do know I'm fucking you and all they'll be able to think about is, "Oh yes it's the man with the fugly tie"!' Dean snapped. 'Oh thank fuck the coffees ready.'

'Well I'd lend you one of my suits but I'm pretty sure you'd look like a kid dressing up in your father's suits.' Sam joked.

'Fucker. Shit that's good coffee' Dean mumbled 'Wait, would that make you my Daddy? Sam I didn't know you had a "who's your daddy" kink?'

'How did I ever find you charming?' Sam asked.

'You didn't, you just liked my cock.' Dean spoke.

'Dean!'

'You're right, coffee's kicking in now, I promise to behave…I'm feeling relaxed already.' Dean sighed.

'Good…so what are you going to wear? Think you could get your suit back from John?' Sam asked.

'Nah, insurance company is out of state, he's at a motel somewhere probably screwing one of the maids.' Dean shrugged.

'Gross, too much info Dean,'

'How do you parents feel about torn up jeans that may or may not have car grease stains on them?' Dean asked.

'That's not funny!' Sam huffed.

'Oh come on, I hear the rugged look is in now anyway?' Dean smirked 'or else I could wear my really tight leather pants with the ass cheeks cut out of them?'

'…you have a pair of those?' Sam spoke over the lump in his throat.

'I wore them in my young hot clubbing days. Scored a lot of action in those pants,' Dean reminisced.

'Which you're not going to talk about,' Sam growled.

'Course not,' Dean smiled knowingly.

'But you're definitely going to show me when we're at your place, alone, with three to four hours to ourselves,' Sam added.

'Three to four hours?' Dean inquired.

'It's leather and your ass Dean, I want three to four hours…and photos.' Sam stated and Dean laughed.

'Sam!' Ellen called out from downstairs 'Hurry up honey,'

'I am Mom!' Sam shouted.

'Fuck!' Dean cursed.

'What! What is it?' Sam asked.

'Nothing, just realised why I didn't need my suit today in the first place,'

'You are not going naked Dean!' Sam made clear and Dean laughed.

'Relax Sammy, I've got everything under control,' Dean assured.

'I highly doubt that,' Sam mumbled.

'SAM!' Ellen called out.

'Hang on a sec,' Sam told Dean and then hurried down the stairs to see what his mother was on about when he spotted his father in the living room sitting opposite his grandmother in animate conversation.

'Missouri came to your last open day, isn't that wonderful of her?' Ellen beamed and then looked Sam up and down 'Sam you've barely got your clothes on will you hurry up!'

Sam walked back onto his room and dropped to his bed face white as a sheet. Fuck! He was screwed. After the last conversation with Missouri Sam did a bit of subtle digging just to find out how much Missouri knew about Dean, so he knew not to give anything away she didn't know yet. Sam discovered that while Missouri was painfully aware of the depth of Sam's feelings and that it was another man that was the source of those feelings she did not know what that source's name was, nor how old he was, or what occupation he had. So Sam figured that at the time he was in the clear. However, Sam had seen his grandmother at work, getting Sam on his own might allow him to keep Dean's identity from her but as soon as Missouri met Dean she would pick up on his feelings toward Sam, she'd put two and two together and then they were screwed.

Sam picked up his phone and held it to his ear.

'Change of plans, don't see me today,' Sam instructed.

'What?' Dean frowned confused.

'Don't see me today, if you do see me run very, very far away and then hide,' Sam pressured.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Dean asked.

'Nothing…just…try to avoid my family today okay…please?' Sam begged.

'What's wrong Sammy?' Dean asked concerned.

'…My grandmother's coming,' Sam stated.

'Oh…is she one of those scary over affectionate cookie baring grandmas?' Dean asked.

'Definitely not,' Sam snorted.

'Oh, so she's the really strict kind that walks around with a riding crop and whips you if you misbehave…if so do you think we could borrow the crop for a while?' Dean teased.

'She's nothing like that, and there is no riding crop!' Sam became frustrated.

'So she's one of those really rich and really homophobic grandma's and you need to pretend to be straight so she doesn't cut you out of her will and you kiss a over a hundred million dollars good bye?' Dean asked.

'Dean those are all very harsh stereotypes and I'm officially confiscating your TV.' Sam practically stomped his foot in annoyance.

'Then what's the problem?' Dean asked.

'…you're not going to believe me,' Sam sighed.

'Don't be stupid, tell me what's wrong.' Dean comforted.

'…she's psychic,' Sam confessed 'My grandma's psychic, and while I don't think she knows that you're my teacher I'm afraid that if she sees us both together she'll know and then tell my parents and then we'll be fucked.'

'…Sam did Anson make you take drugs?' Dean asked.

'What?' Sam gawked.

'Did he make you eat any weird mushrooms or smoke a really funny cigarette? Is the room spinning right now? What date is it Sam?' Dean fired off questions.

'I'm not high Dean! I'm serious,' Sam swore.

'Oh so you're just crazy then?' Dean clarified.

'Dean…it doesn't really matter what you think just…please try to avoid seeing us today.' Sam pleaded.

'No promises Sammy,' Dean spoke 'Anyway I gotta finish getting ready. See you at school,'

'No Dean wait I can't see you at school my grandma-!' Sam was cut off by annoying beeping tone that told him Dean had hung up.

'Fuck.' Sam pouted.

They pulled up the front of the school and Sam hurried to help his grandma out of the car.

'You know you really didn't have to come Gran,' Sam assured.

'Don't be stupid, I wasn't going to miss your last open day, it's my last chance to meet those important in your schooling life,' she patted his arm 'And quit worrying, it's gong to be a fine day. I can feel it.'

Sam smiled encouragingly back but inside he was still panicked. They approached the school together, Missouri held his hand while his mother and father walked ahead of them, his little brother walked closely beside Ellen and Missy trailed at the rear with a sneer on her face. Obviously not her idea of a Saturday well spent. She looked up at the banner hanging from the archway of the front of the entrance.

'Argh! What a terrible banner,' she remarked. Sam looked up completely surprised to see his and Andy's banner hanging from the entrance. Sam had to admit, it really wasn't any good at all.

'That's adorable,' Ellen awed 'It was probably made by the primary school kids.'

Sam groaned and hung his head while Missouri covered her laugh with a cough.

'We can't be brilliant at everything Sam,' she spoke in his ear.

'So Sam,' Caleb spoke up 'Why don't you lead the way? Show us where your classes are and introduce us to your teachers?'

Sam nodded and headed down the corridor, keeping an eye open for an incredibly handsome Assistant coach that may or may not be naked. He had to keep Dean from meeting Missouri at all costs.

By midday they visited all of Sam's classrooms and spoken to every one of Sam's teachers. As usual they had nothing but wonderful things to say about Sam and his parents were on cloud nine. They were talking a little too loudly about Sam's accomplishments when they were interrupted.

'Mr and Mrs McQueen?' the family turned to address the Vice Principal, his son standing slightly behind him.

'I was hoping to see you today, I have some matters about your son I would like to discuss with you,' he spoke gravely. Sam and Caleb both tensed simultaneously. Sam had told his father everything about the past football incident and had barely stopped his father from making a scene and requesting the dismissal of Walker from the school. It probably wouldn't have had much of an effect but sometimes Sam wished he had just let his father react however he wanted.

'Perhaps we could discuss this somewhere more private?' Caleb offered, indicating the rather crowded hallway they were standing in.

'I think here's a good a place as any,' Gordon gave a cruel smile.

'Of course,' Ellen smiled ignorant of the current situation 'What is it about Sam that you wanted to discuss?'

'Firstly his disrespect for this school and his fellow students,' Walker crossed his arms and Ellen's smile fell 'As well as his sanctimonious manner of strutting around the school, because of his grades and position on the basketball team.'

'My son does not strut! Mr Walker,' Caleb objected.

'That is debatable. What's more, your son has no respect for authority and in possession of a foul temper. Not a month ago, your son started a fight with one of this school's finest students and used his position on the basketball team to escape appropriate punishment.' Gordon continued.

'That's not how I heard it,' Caleb stepped forward.

'That's enough,' Missouri stepped forward 'Thank you for your time Mr Walker,'

'I'm not done yet ma'am.' Gordon continued.

'Oh yes you are,' she stated 'Have a good day sir.'

She took Sam's arm and walked the family away, all tense and angry.

'Pay no attention to him,' she spoke 'he's not speaking as an educator. He's too caught up in his own problems to empathise with others.'

'You handled that very well Gran,' Sam was in awe, he had barely hung back from taking a swing at his vice principal.

'That man's just lucky I don't have my spoon,' She shook her head and Sam laughed.

So far Sam had been fairly lucky, despite the Gordon incident and a very awkward moment when they had run into Jess and her family (Mrs Moore had glared at Sam through the entire conversation). Sam hadn't seen a single glimpse of Dean all day and let his guard slip a little. Throughout the day Missy's mood had gotten darker and darker. By one o'clock people were visibly keeping three feet from her at all times, Ben was getting restless as well, so Sam suggested they go to the carnival. His parents seemed a little disappointed but Ben practically squealed.

'What about Coach Bobby and that Assistant Coach? We haven't spoken to them yet?' Caleb asked.

'We can find them later, besides, you talked to Coach Bobby last week Dad,' Sam reminded him.

'Well…yeah but Missouri hasn't met them,' Caleb added.

'I'm sure we'll see them eventually, and I am hungry. How about you Ben?' Missouri asked.

'Can I have a hot dog?' Ben asked his parents with a whine.

'I want a meat pie!' Missy added.

'Alright fine but after lunch-,'

'And rides!' Ben interrupted.

'And a few rides, we go see Sam's coach.' Caleb ordered.

'Okay,' Ben sang and ran off toward the music and the tents.

They walked passed the rides with Ben listing all the things he wanted to do after he got his hot dog. He was up to ride number eleven with Missouri spoke to him in hushed tones.

'So when am I going to meet this boy of yours?' Missouri asked. Sam went bright red.

'I don't even know if he's going to be here today Gran,' Sam lied.

'Don't you lie to me Sam McQueen,' She scorned 'You're together now aren't you? You and this boy you love?'

'Well…yeah,' Sam dug his hands in his pockets 'But it's kind of complicated.'

'I want to meet this boy today Sam,' Missouri made perfectly clear. Sam spotted Andy walking out with a burger from one of the food stalls and thanked god for his fucking awesome timing. Sam waved and called him over. Andy grinned and hurried over to them.

'Hey Sam, Mr and Mrs McQueen and co.' Andy nodded in greeting.

'Hello Andrew, is your family here?' Ellen asked.

'Yeah they're still up at the school I think,' Andy shrugged.

'Andrew Gallagher!' Missouri smiled 'I remember two years ago you were just skin and bones, hadn't grown into your ears yet either. Let me take a good look at you,'

Andy puffed out his chest and struck a pose.

'Yes well, it's what's on the inside that counts dear,' Missouri patted his cheek and Sam laughed.

'Oh I don't care what the DNA tests say, she's definitely your grandmother,' Andy gaped.

'So what are you doing out here?' Sam asked 'I thought that by now your mom would be tearing you a new -,'

Missouri whacked him on the shoulder.

'Not in front of your brother and sister!' she scorned and Andy chuckled.

'Turns out Anson handed in his final biology essay late and went down from a B to a C because of it. So he's the one coping the self righteous lecture and I get to eat rubbish. It rocks being the good twin,' Andy sighed.

'More like the lesser of two evils,' Sam snorted.

'Crap!' Andy suddenly exclaimed making Sam jump 'What time is it?'

'Half passed one,' Caleb spoke as he checked his watch.

'Awesome! Come on Sam, you're gonna want to see this,' Andy grabbed Sam's arm.

'I'll catch up with you later!' Sam shouted to his family as Andy dragged him away.

'Where the hell are you taking me?' Sam asked.

'You'll see,' Andy spoke cryptically and hurried them along through the crowds.

'Hey dude, what was with our banner over the archway?' Sam remembered 'What happened to the art kids one?'

'Well I didn't want to do all that work for nothing did I?' Andy growled 'So something sort of happened to the art student's banner.'

'Oh Andy, you didn't trash it did you?' Sam frowned.

'Oh come on, it was really an accident anyway, just turned out well for us. Turns out I'm a huge spaz when I'm stressed out. Not my fucking fault.' Andy defended himself and they pushed through a gathered crowd to come up front of the "Dunk the Teacher" tank.

'What the hell are we doing here?' Sam asked 'Oh please tell me we're dunking Mr Walker?'

'Nope even better,' Andy rubbed his hands together as Jo stepped forward and greeted the audience. She made a band kid give a drum roll as the teacher was revealed.

'Oh fuck,' Sam cursed as the name was spoken and Dean came out from around the side of the tank, wearing his work shirt and board shorts.

'I had to glitter stars for half a fucking hour yesterday,' Andy smiled wolfishly 'it's payback time bitch.'

Dean climbed up the tank and sat on the dunking stool.

'You're going to get pretty wet there coach, you might want to take your shirt off. Don't want to catch a cold from wet clothes later,' Jo suggested into the microphone and Dean shrugged off his shirt and threw it out to the side, playing to the crowd. Sam wanted to throttle Jo as her eyes ran over Dean's body, but he found himself doing the exact same thing. Oh god, he looked so good. All golden skin and freckles under the sun. Sam groaned and used his untucked shirt to cover his cock poking at his pants. Andy took one look at him and laughed.

'Figured you get all hot and bothered to see your boy half naked and soon to be wet,' Andy grinned.

'Shut up Andy,' Sam begged and ran his eyes over every muscle.

'Who wants to step forward and try their luck?' Jo asked.

Being the self conscious generation not many people stepped raised their hand, so when Andy stuck his up enthusiastically pumping it in the air he was naturally chosen. Andy stepped forward and then did Dean notice Sam standing in the crowd. His grin span doubled in an instant and Sam couldn't help smiling back. Dean gave Sam a wink before turning his attention to Andy as he was given three baseballs and placed to stand at the marker.

'Still sore from yesterday huh Gallagher?' Dean stated.

'Would any man if he were made to glitter stars?' Andy snapped and threw the first ball…it missed by a long shot and people booed.

'Careful there Andrew, temper will throw off your concentration,' Dean teased.

'Suck H2O coach!' Andy stated and threw the next one, which only missed by a little bit.

'Come on Andy, you're making me look bad, what kind of coach am I if you can't hit a simple target?' Dean sighed.

'Yeah well the ball's a lot bigger in basketball!' Andy retorted.

'Excuses, excuses,' Dean shook his head. Andy threw the next one, and it bounced off the side of the bullseye, close but no cigar. Andy kicked at the ground and stepped away in defeat.

'You're hitting the gym straight after practise next week Gallagher, need to work on that arm,' Dean taunted and Andy shot him the finger. Jo asked for any more takers, no one stepped up. If an almost undefeated basketball player couldn't hit a fucking target, what use were the rest of them.

'McQueen!' Dean shouted 'Step up and prove that I'm not a complete and total failure as a coach!'

Sam's eyes bugged open and he gawked a little. The crowd, knowing of course who the captain of the basketball team was, shouted in excitement for him to have a go.

'Come on Sammy, let's see if you can handle me,' Dean baited.

'Sammy?' Andy asked Sam of the nickname with a smirk. Sam let out a sigh and stepped forward and crowd whooped excitedly.

'Oh I can handle you,' Sam swore.

'Alright!' Jo shouted 'We've got the Basketball team Captain versus the equally if not more impressive Assistant Coach.'

Sam took one ball from the three he was offered.

'One's all I'll be needing thanks,' Sam spoke as he locked eyes with Dean.

'WOW did you hear that folks!' Jo played to the crowd 'He's confident!'

'You think you've got enough balls to pull this off?' Dean spoke with a double meaning and the crowd laughed at his joke.

'I guess we'll find out,' Sam spoke and focused on the target.

'Don't psych yourself out now Sammy, choking would be very embarrassing.' Dean folded his arms. Sam kept his mind on the target, took his stance, wound back his arm and pegged the ball toward the bullseye. It hit dead centre and Dean went crashing into the pool. The crowd went nuts and Dean surfaced with a huge grin on his face. Once the crowd had settled down a bit Dean got out from the tank, and walked over to him, towel around his neck.

'So what's my prize?' Sam asked flirtatiously as Dean reached him, eyeing the water running down Dean's chest. Feeling the familiar tug of his stomach and hungry hardening of his cock.

Dean opened his mouth to make a remark but was interrupted.

'Well that was quite a show,' Caleb suddenly walked over to them with the rest of his family in toe. 'Distracted us from our place in queue for lunch.'

Sam turned white as a sheet as Missouri locked eyes with Dean.

'Knew I could count on Sam to restore my impressive coaching reputation,' Dean smiled politely at Sam's family, and quickly shoved on his shirt.

'Oh please, I was brilliant before you ever got here,' Sam teased and hoped it was an appropriate thing to say for a student. Dean chuckled and ran a hand through his wet hair, messing it up in that really sexy way he always has it. Sam bit his lip and tried not to notice how gorgeous Dean looked in the sun, freckles dancing and eyes seemingly a much brighter green. Sam stopped staring long enough to realise his family was staring at him and waiting.

'Oh yeah, sorry, ah this is D- Mr Winchester, our Assistant Basketball Coach,' Sam cursed his slip up 'He's our gym teacher now as well.'

Dean nodded in greeting.

'Nice to see you all again,' he smiled.

'Likewise,' Caleb spoke politely.

'So tell us,' Ellen spoke up cutting to the chase 'How's our Sam been doing his last year here?'

'Oh ahh,' Dean looked at Sam and the locked gazes for a moment, and that usual smile he has when he's around Sam spread across his face 'He's been doing wonderfully. Playing some great games and doing well in class. Always getting involved…sometimes he may muck around a bit with the guys…but that's to be expected in eighteen year old delinquent teenagers.'

'That's wonderful,' Ellen beamed.

'Did you expect anything less?' Dean gave a laugh 'He's a special one.'

Sam looked down to hide his blush, and looked up only when his mom said they were going to go get lunch and thanked Dean very much. His family left and Sam let out a sigh, only when he looked up did he notice Missouri was still there.

'Sam McQueen,' she glared at him. Sam groaned and dug his hands in his pockets.

'I know, spoon right?' Sam offered.

'Don't you give me cheek boy!' Missouri crossed her arms.

'You told me you were fine with it though,' Sam pointed out while Dean was standing there completely confused. Sam looked around and was increasingly grateful the show was over and there was no one around, everyone apparently in line for food.

'I was fine with you dating another student, a boy you really cared about. I, in no way condoned you dating a teacher!' she scowled, only then did Dean realise what was going on and turned white.

'The thoughts that were running through your head boy, I ought to wash it out with soap,' she continued.

'Holy crap,' Dean gawked remembering Sam's conversation with him this morning.

'Don't get me started on you young man!' she turned to Dean 'What could you be thinking, getting involved with one of your students. It's not responsible as an older man and as an educator.'

'Gran please, it isn't his fault. I wanted this as much as he did!' Sam interrupted.

'Don't apologise Sam,' Dean spoke up and Sam panicked, no one ever stood up against Missouri. Sam prayed he didn't say something stupid.

'I know, that you're right. I know that I shouldn't have acted on my feelings, but I did and I'm glad I did. Because I-,' Dean cut himself off 'I believe that this…what Sam and I have is worth the risk as well as your disapproval. Even if you tell Sam to stop seeing me, even if Sam walks away, it'll still be worth it.'

'Dean,' Sam whispered and stared at his lover in wonder.

'Why would I do something like that?' Missouri asked him. Dean opened his mouth but nothing came out and he looked at her confused.

'I understand what you both feel and what you're going through just…things can turn bad for you both…I want you to remember what you just said to me. For what it's worth, I won't tell anyone and I support you both.' Missouri expressed.

'Then what was all that lecturing stuff on me dating a teacher?' Sam asked.

'I just wanted you to realise how very stupid you're both being,' Missouri frowned and put her hands on her hips 'I'm going to go get some nachos, do you want anything?'

Sam shook his head.

'Alright then, you should put some dry clothes on before you catch a cold,' she told Dean before she turned around and walked away.

Dean came out of the back of the food stall with two hot dogs in hand.

'It pays to be the teacher, you don't have to wait in line,' Dean grinned and handed Sam his hot dog.

'Thanks,' Sam took a large bite out of his lunch.

'Don't know why I got you one, after you told your grandmother about us, little snitch,' Dean mumbled and walked ahead. Sam rolled his eyes and hurried after him.

'Dean I already told you…I swear to god that I didn't tell her anything,' Sam walked along beside him.

'That's right I forgot, your grandmother's a psychic,' Dean spoke sarcastically 'Does it run in the family? Do you know what I'm thinking right now?'

'We're not related by blood, she's the closest thing I have to a grandmother and I'm the closest she has to a grandkid…we kind of adopted each other,' Sam shrugged and Dean chocked.

'I'm sorry I had some soppiness stuck in my throat,' Dean spoke sarcastically.

'Fuck you,' Sam bumped Dean with his shoulder 'Besides I don't have to be psychic to know what you're thinking.'

'Oh yeah?' Dean challenged.

'You're so damn predictable. Only ever got one thing on your mind,' Sam teased.

'Hey I'm not the one your grandmother threatened to wash their mind out with soap!' Dean recited.

'Oh so you believe me now?' Sam asked and fought off the blush.

'I'm open to the idea,' Dean shrugged and then challenged Sam's psychic theory again, 'If you knew she was psychic wouldn't you try to hide those kind of thoughts from her?'

'I tried!' Sam threw his hands up in the air 'All god damned day I tried not to think about anything like that and then you had to go and get yourself god damn shirtless and wet, and then the sun was hitting you freckles and then you smil-.'

Sam cut himself off when he noticed Dean's huge smirk.

'You totally are a quiver with love aren't you?' Dean teased.

'No! Don't be stupid.' Sam looked away.

'Oh I am never gonna let you forget this, getting all hot and bothered for me in front of your grandma. Not that I can blame you cause I am one seriously hot piece of ass,' Dean bragged.

'…I hate you,' Sam swore as he threw his napkin in the trash, finished with his lunch.

'Nah you're crazy about me,' Dean argued as the continued to walk through the carnival, people to caught up in their own stuff, and overwhelmed with the loud cheesy music to hear or care about Sam and Dean's conversation.

'So when do I get to meet your parents?' Sam asked and surprised Dean with the topic change 'not that I want to, just that it seems only fair now that you've met mine.'

'Actually, you already have.' Dean confessed and stopped Sam in his tracks.

'…what?'

'You've already met my parents… sort of.' Dean shrugged 'You want to hear the whole angsty dark story of my past?'

'Ah yeah, if you're okay with telling me?' Sam nodded.

'Okay, well my mom raised me in this really small town in Texas, filled with the kind of people who were born there and cursed to live there forever you know? Anyway, I never knew who my Dad was, my Mom was awesome and everything but kind of a slut in her younger days,' Dean expressed.

'I see the resemblance,' Sam stated and Dean gave Sam a little shove.

'She died when I turned 15 and I had to go live with my asshole drunkard of an Uncle. My grandma, who died a couple years ago, wanted to take me in but could barely take care of herself at that age so the state handed me to the alcoholic prick that lived in a fucking trailer park,' Dean continued.

'Sounds rough,' Sam sympathised.

'It was for a while, till I figured that no way was the asshole going to pay for when I had out of state basketball games so I had to get work myself with a guy I knew was a friend of my mom's, and John put to me work straight away at his and Guenther's auto repair,' Dean continued.

'John was a friend of your mom's?' Sam asked surprised.

'Yep, and he taught me everything about cars there was to know, kicked my ass a couple times when I did that really stupid teenager shit you'd never get into. Kept me on the straight and narrow. Clearest memory I have of those teenage years is when my uncle got real drunk one night and slugged me a couple times, came into work with one hell of a shiner and John lost it when he found out who had done it. Beat the hell out of my uncle and took me out of his hands.'

'He took you in?' Sam asked surprised.

'Yeah, became my guardian and everything, still got paid for my work at the shop though.' Dean continued 'Then had a little health scare when I turned nineteen, doctors thought I might have bone cancer or something, so they had to investigate my family history cause they're the best candidates for stuff like that, so they asked my Grandma who my father was and John and I were shocked to find out that he was my Dad the whole time Dad.'

'JOHN'S YOUR DAD!' Sam gawked.

'Yeah,' Dean shrugged.

'The guy who hates me and walked in on us naked in bed together? He's your father?!' Sam exclaimed.

'He doesn't hate you, he's just being overly protective that's all.' Dean shrugged.

'My boyfriend's father hates me…my boyfriend's father installed my car's sound system and hates me.' Sam stated to himself in shock.

'He doesn't hate you Sam, he just hates that you've put me in a position where I could lose my job that's all,' Dean shrugged.

'Oh that's all, I guess that's okay then,' Sam growled sarcastically 'Wait a sec, then why do you call him by his first name?'

'Well by that time I already saw John as my father figure, and we didn't want to make it all awkward with the 'Dad' title so we just kept things the way they were.' Dean explained.

'What about that health thing?' Sam asked.

'It was just a scare. Turned out it was just a reaction to something; nothing as huge as bone cancer…or whatever the hell it was they thought I had.' Dean continued.

'Why didn't you tell me John was your father?' Sam suddenly turned his shock into anger and directed it at Dean.

'…because I didn't think to?' Dean shrugged.

'Your Dad probably thinks that I hate him, if I knew he was your father I would have been a hell of a lot more polite, oh shit I drank in front of him when I was underage. Oh fuck! He knew I was underage and we were fucking.' Sam panicked.

'Dude calm down, he doesn't care about any of that shit. Being yourself impresses him a hell of a lot more than that false polite sincerity crap.' Dean swore.

'Great that means he hates me for who I am and not the fake extra polite sincere me,' Sam droned and Dean grinned.

'You're real cute when you pout Sammy,' Dean chuckled.

'Not pouting,' Sam argued.

'You are, and it makes you mouth look really tempting,' Dean leaned in a little closer and Sam's heart beat quickened.

'Dean, too many people,' Sam whispered. Dean indicated for Sam to follow him and they hurried around to the side of the school, Dean pushed Sam into the garden and up against the wall.

'I don't care if he approves of you or not,' Dean whispered against Sam's lips 'If anything you're too good for me. I'm the one tarnishing you.'

'I love every second of it,' Sam whispered in return and caught Dean's bottom lip between his own. Dean pressed their bodies together and they lost themselves in the kiss. They were so wound up in each other they didn't notice Walker as he stopped dead near the wall of the garden, his cigarette dropped forgotten on the damp soil. Nor did the boys notice the clicking sounds as Walker activated the camera on his mobile phone.