Dean began acting strangely after the accidental kiss, his body always a fraction too close. He had become unbearably over protective, and Sam couldn't help but pull away. Space was nice and so Sam began to seek reasons to avoid heading home directly after school. The disadvantage to moving around almost constantly was the lack of friends. Amazingly the day Sam had began his new school another student had joined as well. A very cute German girl named Hanna was visiting America for two months. The foreign exchange student was in several of Sam's classes and he made it a point to sit next to her.
Sam couldn't help but like her, Hanna was petite and very shy. She always smelled lightly of cherries and a blush always seemed to linger on her fair skin. Sam had hit a recent growing spurt; at 5'6 he was the tallest boy in the freshman class. Hanna on the other hand was less than 5'0, the smallest girl in school. She was delicate and simple, everything that Dean was not. Where Dean's firm muscles had pressed against Sam during their kiss, Sam imagined his own muscles would press against her. With Hanna he would be the bigger one, the stronger one. There would be no physical competition, only love.
Sam had it bad for the girl, constantly staring and stuttering when he managed to speak at all. After a frustrating week of attempting to talk to the cute girl, Sam broke down and decided to ask Dean for help. Sam had witnessed Dean talk loads of girls out of their clothes; he was the perfect person to ask. Only…Sam was afraid not only of being teased but of hurting Dean. After all they had kissed, it had to mean that Dean thought something was going on, right? Still, Sam was desperate, and desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Dean?" Sam awkwardly shuffled his feet as he sat down on Dean's bed, his cheeks already burning red.
"Ya, Sammy?" Dean's voice was deep, his eyes clouded and hiding all emotion.
"I uh well there is this girl in school, she is an exchange student and I really like her but…" Sam couldn't help but hesitate as a flash of pain crossed Dean's features.
"But? What is wrong?" Dean forced himself to smile "You're a Winchester, your naturally gifted with the ladies."
"I choke up when I am around her, I'm just not sure what to say or do."
"Well I typically ask cute girls to help me study." Dean said with a slight smirk and a shrug.
"But…Dean you never study?" Sam knew he looked a little more than shocked, but his brother really wasn't the type to study.
"I do more um studying of their anatomy" Dean gave Sam a pointed look until he suddenly gushed "oh".
"So I asked her to help me with my trig homework? Dean, I really don't need help." Sam still looked slightly confused "She knows I'm good with math, I help her frequently"
"Dude you just answered your own question, you need to tutor her. Just ask her if she wants to do some studying together if she needs help again." Dean felt a bit like he was going to drown in the strong jealousy that began to swarm just under the surface of his skin. His entire body was engulfed in the urge to keep Sammy his and his alone, instead he forced a smile and headed out to get dinner.