They got back home and Bobby was waiting for them, "Hey how would you both like to go on a hunt this weekend?"
Dean dropped his backpack on the floor and grabbed a bag of chips, "Yeah sure, why on the weekends, why can't I go now?"
"Because you can't afford to miss anymore school, now do you both want to go or not? Its going to be big one, I think you both can handle it, huge haunting…old prison and a couple other buddies of mine. Teens have gone missing and we got to clear that place out, I need the help."
Sam smiled at Bobby knowingly, "You mean you need bait right?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "I don't like that one bit…Sam you are gonna be glued to my hip got it?"
"I can handle myself Dean I'm fourteen, geez you don't think I can do anything."
Dean looked angrily at his brother, "Maybe bring your new old man boyfriend in there, David McFeelyhands the history teacher," Dean paused for effect, "Oh wait, its not a haunted old school so there aren't any little kid ghosts for him to molest."
Sam flipped him off, "Screw you Dean, I can't go anyway I have a school function and I don't need a ride either, I'm getting one from a friends mom."
Bobby looked up from the computer, "Sam, what is Dean talking about?" Sam gave Dean the bitch face, "Bobby I'm just helping out after school. The new history teacher David has me help check over papers, I only did it one time so far. Anyway Bobby I have to go to that function, ok?"
Bobby shrugged, "Suit yourself, Dean you come with me."
Dean baited his brother, "Christ…Bobby you should see this guy, he kinda looks like me if I was an ancient nerd with bad taste in clothes and a hunch back but it kinda works for him since most of the boys are bent over a desk anyway."
Sam grabbed his backpack, "Screw you Dean, David is a nice guy, a good teacher and that's all." Dean waited for it, Sam turned back around and pointed a finger at him, "And another thing, David is handsome and that's why you are jealous."
As Sam stormed up the stairs Dean yelled, "Don't you mean screw David because I don't want any of what your selling baby boy." Dean chuckled after he heard the door slam shut.
Bobby rubbed his temples and then looked at Dean, he didn't want to get involved again but it was his job so he jumped into the frying pan. "Dean you got to stop teasing Sam all the time, he's a sensitive kid. I know you love him, why do pick on him all the time?"
Dean shrugged, "I don't know, this teacher bugs me Bobby…I don't trust the guy he is trying to get in Sam's pants."
"Dean do you even know that for a fact, are you a little jealous he is taking up some of Sam's time? You are so used to Sam being at your beck and call, mooning over you like a star struck girl I think you're pissed off about him finding another fella good looking, being fourteen and thinking for himself. Besides all kids get crushes."
Dean kicked the chair with his boot, "I never had crushes."
Bobby gave up and slammed his book shut, "That's because Sam was always your crush. Dean you never had to work for any of that, let Sam have his little kid crush and I sure that McFeelyhands guy is just impressed with your brother being so smart."
Dean pointed at Bobby and laughed, "Hah, you thought his name was McFeelyhands. Sam is hot, that's why he is nice to my baby is because Sammy is prime beef on the hoof and waiting for a breeding from some old bull."
Bobby stood up abruptly, "That's it Dean, one more potty mouth speculation about Sam without any proof and you can start cleaning the garage."
Dean got up and walked to the door, "I need some air." He started to run through the salvage yard between the old cars until he got to the center and dropped to his knees trying to catch his breath.
Dean looked around and knew he hadn't run far enough away from his troubles, he could still see the house and Sam sitting upstairs by the window watching him .
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Dean tried to be happy, when Sam got out of the Impala Dean gave it his all, "Hey no kiss goodbye?" Sam softened and got back in, looked around and kissed him quickly but Dean pulled him into a hug, "I love you Sammy, tonight you want to take a bath together…its been a long time. I think we might fit yet what do you say?"
Sam felt his brother brush his lips against the nape of his neck, "Please Sam I'm sorry baby boy." Sam pulled away and smiled, suddenly he looked five again all white teeth and dimples, "I would like that Dean, its a date. Dean, don't be mad at me, I promised to help out after school again."
Dean's muscles flexed and Sam felt it, "Please Dee I promised, I'll be a good boy." It would have sounded unusual coming from another fourteen year old boy but for Sam it came naturally.
Dean gave his little brother an out,"Only if you kiss me again."
Sam pushed a hard kiss on his brother's mouth, Dean grabbed his face and closed his eyes not caring if anyone saw them. Dean pulled away first, Sam left him breathless and it was wonderful. "I love you…I do Sammy, be good."
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Sam tried not to look at David but the teacher seemed to be looking right at Sam.
Sam couldn't help it, his dick was hard and he crossed his legs tight and waited for the bell. The handsome young teacher with the diopside green eyes set Sam on fire.
Tammy was done reading and went to take a seat, David pointed at Sam, "Sam would you come up to the board and read the next chapter to the class?"
"I…I can't."
David frowned at him, "Can't or wont?"
"Both."
There was a wave on murmurs and laughing around the classroom. "Well maybe you should just see me after class about that." David looked at him with an edge of anger.
The bell rang a short time later and everyone filed out, David shut the door and stood next to Sam, "So what was that all about, I didn't imagine you would be one to act out. Come up to my desk and I have things for you to file for me."
Sam looked up at him with desperation, he cock was still hard and he couldn't let him know, "I can't."
David pointed to the door, "Then you should go wait outside for your brother." Sam got up and held his backpack in front of him, "David will you still pick me up for the picnic?"
David instantly softened, the tall, gangly boy with the shy, deep voice plucked at his heartstrings, "Of course Sam, I have your address, I'll be there at ten tomorrow morning ok sweetheart?" It just came out, David wanted to take it back but it was too late.
Sam instantly broke into a smile, "Ok….honey." Sam hoisted up his backpack and ran for the parking lot. He sat on a bench and waited for Dean, his heart was racing for being so daring as to call his teacher "honey", Sam would hang onto the sound of David's deep voice calling him "sweetheart" until he fell asleep that night.
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From the time he was an infant Sam always craved more and more to make up for what he never had, a mother or father.
Now the things Sam needed could have been filled by his brother but Dean refused to do it. The sexual feelings that burned inside the boys loins always there wanting and needing or the craving for a kind word and praise was unbearable some days.
Dean always teasing, pulling way, calling Sam names and making him feel bad for wanting the same thing that he knew Dean also wanted. David was giving him that, softness, attention, flattery and saw Sam's potential. Dean smacked Sam's ego when he tried to be flirty with him but David allowed Sam that freedom of flirtation and fantasy.
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Early Saturday morning Bobby was hurrying to get ready before the hunt, "Dean get your ass down here." Dean was standing behind Bobby with his gear bag, "Damn Bobby I'm not deaf."
Bobby jumped, "I hate it when you do that, scares the crap out of me." Bobby went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled, "Sam get down here." Sam bounded down the stairs and tripped when he got to the bottom, Dean caught him, "Sam maybe I should stay home so you don't break your neck or something. I swear its like having a big, baby horse running around."
Sam was out of breath, "What Bobby? I said I'm not going." Bobby sniffed the air, "Is that…Sam are you wearing cologne?" Sam felt caught, he scratched the back of his neck and tried to act casual, "Yeah, I want to smell nice."
Dean grabbed him by the scruff and stuck his nose in the crook of Sam's neck and took a sniff, Dean whispered, "Why the hell are you wearing my cologne Sammy…don't lie to me." Sam pushed him, "Get off me, I said I'm going to a school function you jerk."
Bobby watched the brothers begin to square off and grabbed Dean by the collar, "We can stop and get breakfast on the way out, anything you want." The promise of food snapped Dean out of it, he positioned his bag and walked out the door.
Bobby pointed at Sam, "I smell bullshit instead of cologne, you keep your nose clean young man." Sam put up his hands and took a step back, "Yeah sure, like I'll get in trouble at school." Bobby patted his face, "Be a good boy for me Sam, I got Dean to worry about today."
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David pulled in and was driving a small, fuel efficient hybrid car, Sam was grateful Dean didn't see it or he would get a weeks worth of teasing out of it. David got out and stood by the car looking around at all the salvage. Sam watched him a moment before he went out.
The teacher was dressed in a tight grey t shirt and tactile shorts with lots of pockets, a kaki belt and leather boots. His short, dark hair was adorably messy and there was stubble on his face. David didn't bother to shave on the weekends. Sam's heart pounded and his palms felt clammy, he wiped them on his shorts and walked out to greet him.
David's face was beaming as Sam walked over, he quickly walked to the passenger side and opened the door for Sam. David watched his young fantasy get in, the long legs bent in the small car, "Here Sam let me adjust the seat," He leaned over Sam and reached under the seat between Sam's legs and moved it back, he was nose to nose with Sam, "Better?" Their lips were almost touching.
Sam felt a tremble through his body, "Much better David."
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The drive to the park took awhile, Sam kept sneaking looks at his teacher. David had a crazy idea, he wasn't an impulsive man at all but Sam brought out a side of him he didn't know he had, "Sam feel free to say no but would you want to go hiking with me instead? We can stop and have lunch afterwards and talk or something."
Sam didn't think about it, "Yes please, I wasn't looking forward to the picnic anyway…I'm not exactly popular." David frowned, "Then why bother to go?" Sam's voice was so low and soft he could hardly hear him, "Because you were going."
The teacher gripped the steering wheel tighter, "Sam you were the only reason I was going to help out. Ok lets do it, I have a cooler with bottles of water so we should be good to go." Sam was smiling at him, "I know where we can go swimming after, Dean and I go there to fish and swim all the time, It's a secret."
David knew he was going to hell for the next thing he did but he grabbed Sam's hand and squeezed it, "I can keep a secret Sam…can you?" Sam squeezed back, "Yes I can…promise."
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David pointed into the woods, "this park as a great set of trails for miles on end" David pulled out an SLR camera that Sam thought cost more than his car, "I always take lots of nature photos but maybe I can snap a few of you Sam." Sam walked around next to him, "Why would you want pictures of me? I'm nothing special."
Sam took his teachers hand as they walked along, the sun dappled leaves of the forest shook from the warm breeze. David didn't make Sam let go, he thought the day was just perfect, "That's where you are wrong sweetheart, you are incredibly special and you don't realize it." It felt like the two had held hands forever and it was a natural think between them.
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Dean was running through the old building toward the screaming, "Only a hunter would be dumb enough to run toward screaming…I wonder what Sam is doing right now…why was he all dolled up…what the…" Dean wasn't paying attention and fell into a hole in the rotted floor falling luckily into a laundry cart of moldy bed linens. He dislocated his shoulder and couldn't get out.
After his head cleared he yelled for one of the other hunters, "Little help here…can't get out, fucked up my shoulder." Bobby looked down into the hole with Rufus next to him, "What did you do a fool thing like that for son?"
Dean's head flopped back into the stinking, damp fabric and a rat was sitting on the edge of the cart watching him, "Yeah what are you looking at? I bet you're not the only rat I have to worry about today."
TBC
