Whistling, Dean turned the key in the lock, "It's me Sam," he called out, just to reassure his young guest before walking into the living area.

The kid smiled shyly over at him over the laid table.

"I made some tomato soup with rice, " Sam said. "I wasn't sure when you'd be back and it's just as tasty reheated."

"You're an angel, " Dean grinned.

The boy's cheeks flushed pink. "I'm no angel. Probably the opposite."

But Dean just came forward and tousled his blond bangs. "So tomato soup? Hope you made a potful. I could eat a horse. Heat away. I'm gonna take a quick shower. Got the small of car grease all over me."

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"So, how did you pass your day?" Dean asked. It felt good to have someone to talk to, instead of an empty room.

"Just tidied up, and found some books to read."

"You like books?"

Sam nodded.

"I can get you plenty more. My boss' daughter is a real bookworm and her dad is always looking to give them away after she's fed up with them."

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When Dean had gone into the bathroom, Sam sighed. He was becoming used to being here, used to Dean. It was like having an older brother. Leaving would be very hard to do, but leave he must. He wasn't about to bring trouble down on the guy who'd let him into his home. Add to that, although Dave had a thing for younger kids, Dean was a good-looking guy. He didn't want him to be spotted by that douche-bag.

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On Saturday evening, Dean drove the Impala into the all-night diner's car park where he usually left her when he had a job in the area, then walked the couple of blocks to the client's apartment.

It was a luxurious condo, though Dean knew her family also had a Mc Mansion somewhere out in the country-side.

Not that he gave a fuck, He showed the women a good time, went along any fetishes they desired. Well up to a certain point!

So far he'd had nothing but excellent 'references' and it was getting to the point where he was being offered far more business than he could handle. There were only seven nights in the week, after all!

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Dressed only in a sheer dressing gown Mary Davidson opened the door, her attire giving Dean a quick reminder of her trim, firm body, though she was easily twenty years older than him.

"Dean, sorry about last time. Roger came home earlier than expected. Come on in."

She clasped a hand over his groin and grinned. "Hope little Dean wasn't too disappointed. I'll make it up to him tonight."

The woman was beautiful, her long blond hair a soft halo around her pretty face.

Dean felt his body respond to her nearness, he was a red-blooded guy after all. However there was something about this particular client which was especially arousing.

She paid well too, he grinned to himself as he followed her into the apartment. Paid for giving and receiving pleasure. Not bad for a second job.

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Dean knew the routine. She liked to undress him herself, running her hands over the smooth skin of his chest, undoing his jeans and cupping his genitals in her hand, before kneeling to take the hardening cock between her lips, and coaxing to it to its full thick length, causing Dean to shiver in anticipation, but as usual she'd stop before he came, standing and leading him to the bed, waiting for him to arouse her with his hands and mouth in before impaling her with his straining cock.

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It was after three when he left the apartment, a wad of dollars in his pocket, a skip in his step as he made his way back to the Impala.

He was almost considering leaving his day job. He earned far more renting himself out to the rich bored housewives than he did repairing cars, but he enjoyed working on them.

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Parking the car, he hurried up home. He hadn't told Sam what he did at night, just that he worked some overtime.

His instinct told him that the kid might not take it well, though Dean felt no embarrassment at what he did. After all, he was neither stealing or selling drugs, he gave a service and was paid for it.

Creeping into the apartment he shrugged off his clothes and hunkered down on the sofa bed, sleep quickly overwhelming him.