Craving

Dean was leaning as far back from the spoonful of cereal Sam was shoving toward his mouth. Lips pressed together, he shook his head 'no.' What the hell... what made Sam think there was a single edible thing that he was going to actually enjoy? Or was it a form of torture? His eyes narrowed.

"Dude! It's Lucky Charms!" Sam told him, like that was going to make a difference. "It's magically delicious." Chuckling, he started to 'drive' the spoonful around in the air near Dean's face, making engine noises as he did. "Come on, open up..."

"Uh uh." The answer didn't come out clear since Dean still wouldn't open. He put his hand out against Sam's chest, trying to keep him away but more than conscious of the fact he shouldn't push him.

"Aw, come on." Sam pouted, giving Dean a deflated, sad look. "Pleeeease!?!? For meeee?" Sam tapped the spoon against Dean's bottom lip, backed the spoon up and did it again. "Beep, beep."

Dean gritted his teeth, then opened ever so slightly, just enough to take one piece of cereal and a bit of disgusting cow liquid. Pulling away, he made a face as he swallowed. "Fucking gross. I should be happy you're not what you eat."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "Dude, the look on your face is priceless. Oh, man, Lucky Charms is the breakfast of champions. I've eaten this since..." Sam blinked, "Well, since like forever. It's good stuff!" he huffed, "Not what you eat.... I'd love to be a Lucky Charm!"

"Jerk." Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Dean threatened, "one day I'm gonna make you eat raw meat or have a blood-shake or something." His eyes dropped to the sheet of paper on the table with a note for Sam, and he stretched to get it.

Sam stopped laughing abruptly at the mention of a blood-shake. His face fell, and he quickly averted his eyes to his bowl, shoveling a spoonful into his mouth. Not going there. Not even going to think about it. Wouldn't it freak Dean out to know that his supposed 'normal' boyfriend had drank blood... and not just any blood, demon blood. Sam huffed, as he thought about it. Yeah, Dean would call him the freak he was and probably run as far away from him as he possibly could.

Seeing a slip of paper there in Dean’s hand, Sam dropped his spoon in the bowl. "What is it? Is it from my aunt? She want to take me shopping?" Sam sighed, shook his head. "I'm so not going."

As he read, Dean's expression turned hard. "Got one thing right, you're not going." He shoved the paper toward Sam, and gave him a piercing stare.

Sam frowned at the look on Dean's face as he read. "Huh?" Sam quirked a brow, taking the paper as it was shoved toward him and reading it. 'Sam, I told Grandpa Wells you would tutor Kim in Math on Tuesdays and Wednesdays after school. Just go to their place on the Res. I thought it was the least you could do for a family friend.' Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair as he nodded, his face grim. "Yeah... I am," he said as he looked back up at Dean.

"You're not fucking going, Sam..." he growled, slapping his hand loudly onto the table. "You're not going there, you're not seeing her or her brother. I won't have it."

Sam looked at Dean with wide eyes, "Uh, what? You won't have it?" Frowning, he pushed up from the table, taking his bowl to the sink and rinsing it out, before he turned and leaned against the counter, hands braced behind him on the counter top. "Look, I understand that the Res. isn't somewhere I need to be with Trevor running around, but my great aunt wants me to do this and I'm gonna do it." He shrugged, "You and I can just meet afterwards. It's no big deal. And I'm not seeing her, Dean. If you read, it says tutor. Not screw."

In two strides, he was in Sam's face. "I don't care what your aunt wants, you're not putting your life in danger. I can't stand that... I won't Sam, if I have to fucking lock you up," he pressed a hard finger into Sam's chest, "I will, but you're not doing this. I get you're a hunter, I get you can whip ass... I do, but I'm not gonna stand here and let you get near a werewolf without me there. No fucking way. Not ever."

Sam raised his head slightly, his chin held at a stubborn angle. "Dean..." he shook his head, "You can't protect me from everything. There are some things even you can't control. And yeah, I have to. Did you read what she wrote? That's parent speak for, 'Do this or I'll be pissed at you and make your life a living hell', now maybe it's just me, but I don't think we need that happening, so yeah, for two hours out of my day on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, I'll be teaching some chick math."

"The fuck you will." Dean grabbed him by the jacket. "Listen to me..." he felt blood his pressure rise and his eyes go dark, released Sam abruptly and walked to the other end of the room, swinging around. "Did you lose your mind? Are you insane," he shouted. "That guy held your head under water. He could have killed you. And you're going to waltz on his land... get into his territory... what the hell are you thinking. No, you're not thinking, that's the problem here. You're not going Sam, you're not."

Sam barely moved as Dean grabbed him, only his eyes followed Dean's movements, and then Dean was across the room yelling and ranting. Sam sighed and pushed away from the counter taking a couple steps forward toward Dean, crossing his arms over his chest.

He licked his lips and tilted his head to the side, "Look, I get it, I do. But, what am I suppose to tell my aunt? 'Sorry, I can't go, Trevor tried to kill me in a jealous rage cause I'm not his, I'm Dean's and he could smell that we had been screwing around and well, yeah, he's a danger to me, so sorry. Thanks just the same though, Aunt Cathleen.' Sam gave a fake smile during his little monologue, which fell abruptly when he finished it as he looked pointedly at Dean. "You know I can't do that. And you know I'll be careful. The only reason Trevor got as far as he did with the whole drowning thing was cause I was smashed. I won't be drinking, Dean. I'll be stone cold sober. Totally different story."

"I'll tell her," Dean ground out. "I don't care what it takes, Sam. You hear me, I don't care what it takes."

Sam glanced down at his watch, then back at Dean, "Yeah, well, I got bad news for ya. Guess what today is. It's Wednesday. Guess where I'm supposed to be after school today." He sighed and shook his head, his arms falling to his sides as he walked toward the door. "We'll figure something out, but right now, we should get going."

"There's nothing to figure out." His eyes were hard as he kept staring at Sam, deep down knowing that nothing seemed to scare the teen. Nothing. "You go in there and I'm right there with you on the res... I don't care about their pack, I don't care about anything. I'm there." He whispered the threat, and it was a threat, because Sam needed to see how he felt... to be in his shoes, if that was what it took.

With that, he turned and started to head for the front door.

Sam swore softly under his breath and grabbed the arm of Dean's jacket stopping him. "Wait!" he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Is there... I dunno, a library near the Res, but not on Res land? Somewhere I could meet her, but you would feel better about?....Could be there too if you want to be."

Dean gave a stiff nod, "yeah." He didn't want Sam to have anything to do with any of them... anyone related to the wolf, but this was better than the first option... "Yeah, there is."

* * *

Sam sat in the library in a back corner table by himself, his backpack on the table in front of him as he leaned back in his chair watching the door for Kim to show up. He had driven to school alone in the morning, following Dean. From school, he’d called Kim's house and left a message with her Grandfather that he would meet her at the library instead of her place. The old man had been very thankful for Sam’s help and with as many ‘thank yous’ as he’d said, Sam couldn't help but feel a little glad he had insisted on doing this despite Dean's disapproval. He was a grown man and he could damn well take care of himself. Sure he had gotten into trouble before, but he'd been drunk and even then, he'd managed to get out of it.

Sam smiled as he watched Kim walk in. She was a short tiny girl with long black hair and a pretty, kind face, slim body and a grace that was... well, now Sam thought might be supernatural. "Hey!" he greeted her as he stood when she approached.

She didn't quite meet his gaze, looking at the floor instead as she sat down, causing Sam to frown, but he took his seat and pulled out his math book. "So, what exactly are you having problems with?" he asked her.

She wanted to warn him. Wanted to plead with him to go away, to not have anything to do with her, to get out of Forks... anything, but she couldn't. She couldn't because Trevor could be around. He was the one that had put it into her grandfather's head that Sam could tutor her. She knew there was a reason, and she knew her brother felt like he owned the nice, too-tall, teenager who she'd gone out with one time. She knew it because she wore his claw marks on her back... his warning to her that Sam was his 'mate.'

Licking her lips, she gave him a small smile. "English and math. My grades have been falling." Never mind that it was because of the recent changes in her brother, now that he was one of them... a wolf. But he was different. The others didn't scare her.

"English and math," Sam smiled as he pulled out his English book too. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry we can get your grades up again," he said seeing the sad look that drew the corners of her mouth down.

"Okay. Thank you." She pulled her matching book out, and pulled out paper and a pencil. Briefly, she told him where they were in her class and what she was having problems with. Soon he was having her write some answers, re-writes to grammatically correct the sentences in the exercise in the book. After doing a couple, she started to write something that wasn't in the books. This was her chance, maybe her only one to warn him. Her heart hammered in her chest. [i]Pleased don't look around and act like I wrote anything unusual. You're in danger. My brother, he's [/i] she scratched out the 'W', [i]dangerous. He is not right in the[/i]--, her pencil dropped to the ground at the sound of Trevor's voice.

Dark eyes looked at the pair of them. Sure he'd arranged it so that Sam would be tutoring her, but he meant for Sam to be in their house, where he would get him to himself. "Move away Kim, he is not for you."

Kim immediately moved, afraid he would look at her paper. If he did... she was dead.

Sam looked up at Trevor and quirked a brow, "I'm not for anyone. I was trying to teach her math and English." Sam looked back at Kim, "Come here, Kim, its okay."

She shook her head ‘no’. "We're just studying Trevor. Like you told grandfather we should."

"What are you doing off the Res?" His lips twisted into a smile. "Trying to get him for yourself?"

Sam looked at Trevor, eyes narrowing. He drummed his fingers on the table for a second before pulling to his feet.

"No. I don't want him. He doesn't want me, Trevor," she pleaded. Sam didn't know the danger he was in, challenging her brother like that. Her grandfather wouldn't listen. No one would listen, because werewolves were supposed to be guardians, to keep their people safe. But not Trev... not him.

"Go home," Trevor ordered.

Just as the werewolf started to approach the pair, Dean walked out from between the stacks and bodily separated him from the Sam and Kim. His eyes glittered, hard, cold, black. He bared his fangs, even as Trevor did too, staring back at him.

Sam sighed, "Dean, don't. Kim, stay there, we aren't done. Trevor, go to hell!" he bit out each sentence to each person.

"Him again." Trevor wrinkled his nose, his eyes blazing at the insult. "Has the 'cold one' bitten you yet? He will... you can't domesticate one of them."

"Get the fuck out of here," Dean snarled.

"I've marked him as mine. No one, nothing can take him away." Trevor looked at Sam. "One day you'll be under me, begging me for more... he can't give you that. You'll see."

Sam glared at Trevor, teeth clenched, leg jumping as his hands clenched into fists and unclenched over and over again. "You don't want to go there with me, Trevor. You really don't." Sam told him quietly, hazel eyes narrowed.

"Oh yes, I want to go there with you." Feeling his body start to shake, and knowing he couldn't keep in control of his shape for long, Trevor turned and practically ran out of the library.

"He's dangerous. Ask her to show you her back. Read what she wrote, I'm going to make sure he's really gone." Dean moved with such speed, human eyes couldn't track him.

Kim was trembling so hard, it took her a few minutes to realize the Cullen boy knew things. Things that he couldn't know unless he was invisible or... saw inside her mind.

Sam tore his gaze away from the library doors and looked at Kim, "I'm sorry you had to hear all that crap, Kim. You're brother's an ass. Sorry, but he is." Sam raised an eyebrow, "What did you write? What's he talking about?"

Turning the paper to him, she started putting her books away. "We can't do this. I'll just say you changed your mind. You should..." she looked around, afraid he might still be there despite what that other boy said. "... leave here."

Sam pressed his lips together as he read the paper, looking up at Kim as she spoke. "No, Kim. I'm not going to let some idiot like Trevor keep me from helping you. You need help, I'll help you... it's.... kinda what I do...helping people." he shrugged, a grin pulling at his lips. If you only knew how I usually help people.

He folded the paper in half and looked at her shaking his head, "No, he's not running me off either. I can handle idiots like Trevor, Kim. Believe me. I can handle an awful lot actually." He gave her a gentle smile. "We'll stop for today and next week maybe you can come over to the house, I can get my aunt to make us something to eat while we study. It'll be safe there. Okay?" he asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Trevor doesn't scare me and he shouldn't scare you either. He's... confused. I actually have a boyfriend and it's certainly not your brother." Sam chuckled. "I'll see you next week, okay, Kim?" he asked her giving her a wink as he released her shoulder.

She nodded, lying through her teeth. There was no way she'd put this brave boy into more danger, she liked him too much. "You shouldn't touch me," she whispered, knowing if she didn't get Sam's scent off her before she saw her brother, there might be hell to pay. The only good thing was that he wasn't spending as much time at home as he used to.

Sam sighed, nodding. "Yeah... I got it." he told her softly, head hanging. "Kim... does he... hurt you? I mean, it's just me, right?" Sam glanced back toward the doors starting to get nervous that Dean hadn't returned yet. Slowly, he looked back at Kim, waiting for her answer.

"No, but he gets very angry and one day..." Her eyes filled with tears. "He was always so gentle. Before the change. I can barely remember him like that anymore." Knowing that no one could really understand, she held the books to her chest and walked away.

Sam watched her go, sadly. He sighed softly and shook his head as he began to gather his books and papers. Maybe Dean was outside waiting for him. Maybe... hopefully...

* * *

Sam sat on his bed in his room, listening to the cell ring as he waited for his dad to answer. Dean hadn't been outside the library, he hadn't been anywhere, and it was getting late, still there was no sign of him.

"John Winchester."

Sam sat up in his bed, "Dad?"

"What's the matter, son?"

Sam licked his lips, "Nothing. Well, something. I mean, I found something here in Forks. Werewolves. One of them... he's threatened me and well, his family claims he's dangerously off. I'm not sure what to do, Dad. The guy's Grandfather is a friend of Great aunt Cathleen's. I can't just walk up to the guy and shoot him.... I mean..." Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I've never done one of these on my own either."

"You finished, rambling, son?" John asked him.

Sam grinned, "Yeah."

"Good. Calling me was the right thing. I can handle Aunt Cathleen and we can do what we need to. I'll be there."

"Really!?" Sam asked him.

"Boy, do you really have to ask?"

"Thanks, Dad. I'll, uh, see you soon."

"Alright. Sammy."

"Bye, Dad."

Sam closed his cell and looked out the window, pulling from the bed, he placed his cell on the night stand and walked to the window, "Where are you, Dean?" he mumbled softly, before turning to pace away.

A few seconds later, Dean dropped into the room behind Sam. "Right here." He dry scrubbed his face. "Bastard ran to the Res, and four of his pals were right there waiting. Did you talk to her."

Sam whirled around hearing Dean's voice, eyes wide. "You went to the Res.!?" he asked him, walking toward him. "What were you thinking, Dean!? You can't go to the Res., you know that!" Sam huffed, shook his head.

"Yeah, I talked to her. I told her I could handle her moron brother and that wasn't going to get scared off by him. I also told her that next week we'd meet and study here at the house. The kid was a wreck. She told me not to touch her when I put my hand on her shoulder. She's scared of her own friggin' brother." Sam tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, "Stay out of this Dean."

"I didn't cross the line, I didn't walk on their land," he corrected Sam’s misperception. "You can handle one of them." Dean had his doubts. "How about all five of them, Sam? I probably can't, and you think you can. Your confidence scares the shit out of me. You were actually to go there to tutor her. If..." He shook his head. "Just promise me. Promise me you're not going there either."

Dean knew that wouldn't be good enough, but he could guard Sam nights and the other Cullens could keep their eyes on him during the day when he wasn't with Sam. Whether he knew it or not, Sam was going to be protected from the werewolf 24 hours a day.

Sam nodded, "Good. Don't, Dean. Don't go anywhere near there. And yeah, I can handle it." he nodded, "All five if I have to." Sam hung his head, licked his lips, "I promise I won't go there....alone." he looked up, "It's the best I can give you."

Sam knew that when his Dad arrived they'd be going to the Res., he wasn't going to lie to Dean and make a promise he knew he'd just break later. He trusted Dean and he wanted Dean to be able to trust him. Which meant he couldn't break promises.

Giving a sharp nod, Dean accepted the answer. "This is your fault.... for being so damned hot. Wonder if this is how the rest of my life is gonna be... fighting off every supernatural thing that gets drawn to you." His lips curved up. "You know how he said you were his? Do I sound like an ass when I do that?"

Sam's lips started to curve up into a grin, a small chuckle leaving him as he rolled his eyes. And then Sam froze. "Don't." Sam bit out, shook his head. "I don't want you to have to fight every supernatural thing out there. Some things out there... they aren't worth fighting for me... you're better off just letting them take what they want." Sam mumbled as he looked away. "No, you don't sound like an ass," he answered, still not looking at him.

"Stop the mystery crap and spit it out." Dean walked over and made Sam look at him. "You keep saying things like you're not worth this or that, and that's bullshit. Now tell me what makes you think otherwise." He was the best thing in Dean's life. How could he even think he had a bad soul or wasn't worth fighting for? He was kind and smart and... hell, compared to himself, he was a godamned angel.

Sam narrowed his eyes, teeth clenched, "It's just true. That's all. Demons don't stand over your crib and...." he looked away, "they just don't do that to 'normal' people, Dean."

"And what?" He jerked Sam's jacked. "And what Sam? Whatever happened. Whatever that demon did to you... to your mother, it wasn't your fucking fault. They're not good people... they're demons, you know... evil." And yeah, a vampire could easily fall into that category but he wasn't going there right now. "You were a baby, a baby Sam... there's nothing you could have done, nothing you did wrong. This is on it, on the demon, not on you." He took a few heavy breaths. "Tell me... tell me."

Sam pulled away from Dean, took a step back, eyes narrowed. "You wanna know, Dean? Huh? You wanna know what kind of freak your boyfriend is? Fine!" Sam yelled at him. "That fucking demon stood over my crib and bled into my mouth! Yeah, you're not the only blood drinker here apparently." Sam huffed, shook his head at himself in disgust and looked away, "The thing said I was 'special', his 'chosen,'" he spat the words out like they tasted bad.

Sam slowly looked back at Dean, tears in his eyes, his voice quiet, broken, "So, now you know. Run, Dean, run. Run away from the freak with the demon blood." He turned away, "hell, I would."

From a vampire's point of view, nothing Sam said was all that sickening and creepy. "You would? You'd run?" Chuckling, Dean pulled him close, wrapping his arms around his stiff frame. "Let's see... the way you ran from your blood sucking vampire boyfriend who warned you a hundred times he might kill you?" He felt Sam shaking and held him tighter. "Whatever that things said... you're my chosen, now. And there's nothing wrong with you, nothing."

Sam sniffled, "That's where you're wrong. I've got this thing inside me and there's nothing I can do about it. No matter what I do, I can't scrub it out or wash it off." He drew in a shaky breath, "It's why I hunt. "Maybe if... if I help enough people, kill enough evil..." he shook his head.

Dean stroked the side of Sam's face and kissed him lightly. "There's nothing wrong with you," he said firmly, pulling away then.

Sam wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I said I wasn't gonna do this over that anymore," he muttered, looking down at his wet hands as he wiped them on his jeans. He sat down on his bed, looking at Dean. "I called my Dad, about Trevor. He's coming. He'll be here in a couple days I think. You can meet him."

"You sure?" Dean sat down too, wishing he could take the sadness out of Sam's eyes but knowing it had been there all his life and couldn't be erased in a single talk. "I don't mind being swept under the rug if you need to. You know, he'll know." He met Sam's eyes. "He wouldn't like this, wouldn't understand."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I know." He looked down at the floor between them and was silent for a moment before looking back up, "But, he's gonna wanna meet the guy," Sam chuckled softly before continuing, "that I stay in Forks for anyway. Might as well be now."

He grinned as he shook his head, "I almost feel sorry for him. 'Dad, I'm staying here in Forks and not hunting.' " Sam deepened his voice almost comically, "'What?!'" his voice went back to his level, "Yeah, Dad, I'm in love... with a vampire... oh and it's a guy." Sam nearly giggled as he let himself fall back on his bed. "The man's gonna have a heart attack."

"Yeah. How Carlisle reacted," he said dryly, his eyes tracking Sam.

Sam raised his head off the bed to look at Dean, "Your Dad?..." Sam licked his lips, "He was surprised too, huh?" Sam asked, grinning, then lowered his head back to the bed, "He's obviously not your real Dad, so who is he?"

"As good as. Nah, better." He sat back and crossed his legs at the ankles. "Carlisle saved me from mine. I don't remember much, just how bad his breath stank. What it felt like to have my head bashed into a carriage wheel. What the mud tasted like... felt like when I was drowning in a puddle. And then there was Carlisle." Shaking away ancient history, he met Sam's eyes. "He wanted a companion Edward's age. Guess I was lucky."

Sam had raised his head off the bed again, leaning up on his elbows, all traces of a smile had fallen away as he listened to Dean. "I'm sorry.... but I'm glad that Dr. Cullen was there to save you." he smiled softly, "And then I got to meet you." Sam frowned thoughtfully, "Carriage wheel... how old are you?"

"Probably sixteen or seventeen then," he shrugged. "Much older now. You know what I wonder? Why didn't I hit him back. Why didn't I stop him. I don't remember even thinking it was an option."

Sam frowned, "I meant now. How old are you now, cradle robber." he rolled his eyes and grinned. Sam looked down thoughtfully, "Probably for the same reason I've never punched my Dad." He looked back up at Dean, "We get into these yelling matches, and if it was anyone else, I'd of knocked them on their ass, but not my Dad. We just keep at it, yelling and screaming until either Uncle Bobby," Sam paused, "Well, he's not really my uncle, just a good friend of the family, either breaks us apart or one of us storms out of the room."

"Some things don't change, even in almost a century," Dean said, answering Sam's question. "We don't really fight. I guess with me able to read Carlisle's mind I always know why he's saying stuff. Even if we don't agree I find it hard to get angry at him." His phone started to vibrate, and he pulled it out of his pocket, flipping it open.

"Can't this wait, I'm busy sexing up my..." Dean laughed, seeing the look on Sam's face. "Hey Alice." He went quiet and listened to her for a while. "Are you sure? Can you tell when? Ok. Thanks." He snapped the phone shut, taking great care to make sure his expression didn't change. He didn't wanna alarm Sam, and he needed to think. God he really needed to think.

Sam shook his head smiling, "Everything okay? You realize they're all gonna think that that's all we do."

"You're the one who had her install the sex cams." Forcing a smile, Dean pulled the school papers over and started to shuffle through them. "Did I mention I was done with my parts? I think I can drop the whole thing off at the printers, if you're okay with it." Eyes still on the stack, he watched Sam from under his lashes. "You know how sucky the end was for Romeo and Juliet, because of their families? What do you think would have happened if he... if he killed someone in her family. Her brother, her dad... someone close. You think they'd have gotten together again? Ever?"

Sam looked at the papers Dean handed him, a smile tugging at his lips. "I finished mine about a week ago. Go ahead, you can say it, I'm a geek." He looked through the stuff Dean had given him, his lips pressed together thoughtfully. "I dunno... I was always taught family is everything. You kill for family, you die for family. Family always comes first." he shrugged, "So, if they were taught the same way, then probably not. I mean, that's kinda brutal, don't you think? It's supposed to be about love, not killing someone in her family." He sighed and looked up from the papers, smiling. "Yeah, it's all really good."

Dean memorized that smile even as his world pretty much went black.

* * *

Thursday was the worst day in Dean's life. He'd thought hard all night Wednesday, even when they were having web cam sex, his mind working on what Alice told him. At the end, he hadn’t found another way out. None.

He asked Alice at least three more times to look into the future, and it never changed. Bleak. Dark. Final.

It was also the hardest day in Dean's life. He had to act carefree and happy and to hide the truth from Sam. That boy’s eyes saw everything. Luckily he thought of Dean as a 'moody vampire' so that helped some.

That night, Dean knew he was a selfish asshole. He knew because he stayed with Sam the whole night long. He knew because he kept him up, talked dreams and day dreams and even dry humped again with a blanket between them. And Sam was so good, he didn't bring his throat close, he didn't move fast, he exerted the type of control that someone many times his age might not be able to. All because he wanted to be close to him. All because he didn't know.

And in the morning, he didn't insist on a shower together, even though Dean knew he wanted to make Dean's daydream come true. Both of them completely naked and close. Dean couldn't take the risk. It wasn't even just that, he'd been selfish enough as it was, he really shouldn't take anything new from Sam, not when he knew it was over between them.

At lunch on Friday, some kids made plans to meet up at night at the park. It was the first day of a three day jazz festival which would go forward rain or shine. When Sam asked him, in front of all his friends, Dean said yes. Sure he'd go with him. That he had something to do but he'd meet him at eight, on the dot.

He hated the thoughts running through other students' minds. They thought he would stand Sam up again. That Sam was better off with someone else... anyone else. That Dean would hurt him. He hated all that, but what really fucking burned him up was that they were right.

(A/N: Hope you're still enjoying the story. Comments much appreciated )