Another Thin Line

The volume in the class grew higher and higher. Sam sat in his desk quietly, staring straight ahead at the board, taking in everything that the teacher wrote with an inhuman speed. The class around him had never seen a student quite as diligent as he, and made no efforts to hide their amusement. The cheerleaders snickered at him, the jocks threw things at him, and the rest of the class just followed along. The only one who didn’t seem to get any pleasure from tormenting him was the jock who sat right behind him. Something was off about him, but Sam couldn’t figure out what it was. He wanted to get out of school as quickly as possible, so he made no comments and pretended that their cruelty did not affect him.

After class, the jock that sat behind him caught up with him. “Don’t let those assholes get to you,” he said quietly, as though afraid that he, himself would be ostracized if heard talking to the strange new kid.

“I’m not,” Sam said, his voice carefully controlled. Somewhere, deep down, he was elated that someone was actually talking to him, rather than making fun of him. The jock took note of Sam’s tone and the way that he stared pointedly at the ground as they walked.

“I’m Seth, by the way,” he said, extending his hand. Sam took the hand timidly, hiding his eagerness better than he’d ever imagined that he could. The two of them walked in silence for a few seconds and then the one called Seth spoke again. “Why do you do all that work in Kearnal’s class?”

Sam looked over at him at last, trying to hide the incredulity on his face. It was at that moment that Sam noticed just how gorgeous Seth was. Seth’s dark green eyes looked into Sam’s and Sam momentarily forgot how to speak. “It’s a class,” he said, when he remembered how to talk again. “That’s kinda what you’re supposed to do.”

Seth had gone through this particular experience enough to recognize the signs. Sam thought he was hot. He couldn’t help himself. He had to go fishing.

“Right. So um… What’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Sam was quite taken aback by this question, but he kept up his pace. “I don’t have one.” They stopped in front of Sam’s math class.

Seth put on a face of mock disappointment. “Damn. I was hoping that I could steal her from you.” Sam laughed. “My girlfriend just dumped me so I’m uh…” He licked his lips, something that he knew drove at least the girls crazy (and it seemed to have the same effect on Sam). “On the market for someone new.”

“Really?” Sam asked, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Yup,” Seth said as he traced his finger up and down the wall next to Sam’s head, pouting. “Doesn’t really matter who. Could be a girl…could be a guy…I just want somebody…” Sam was captivated and Seth knew it. He reached into Sam’s pocket and grabbed his phone; he pushed a few buttons, waited a moment or two, and returned the phone to its owner’s pocket. “Call me,” he said. He flashed Sam a dazzling smile, ran his hand through his messy, dirty blonde hair and walked away. Sam’s heartbeat was gradually slowing down. He walked into the classroom just as the bell rang, still processing the strange events that had just transpired.

His pocket vibrated. He took out his phone and looked at the new message from Seth. ‘What’s taking so long?’ was all that it said. He laughed to himself and went to his seat. It was the first day that Sam did not pay attention in class. Instead, he spent the entire period messaging Seth, and he learned quite a bit about his new (could it really be possible?) friend.

After school was out, Sam had used well over a hundred and fifty of his messages, so he met up to talk with Seth face to face. The two of them met at the bike rack outside of the school. When Sam saw him, he looked even more amazing than he remembered. After a minute, Sam felt strangely light headed and Seth spoke at last. “A word of advice,” he said, smiling a lopsided grin. “Remember to breathe.” He laughed as Sam flushed a deep shade of red. Seth leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear, “You’re cute when you blush.” Sam blushed harder than ever and turned away.

A burst of air hit him full in the face and brought him back to the realization that they were outside. He looked around and saw that there was no one else around them. How long had he been staring? Seth took advantage of Sam’s dazed state and leaned in to kiss him. No sooner had Seth touched his lips to Sam’s than Sam jumped back as though he had been shocked.

“What?” Seth asked, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Sam said and turned to walk away.

“What?” Seth repeated and chased after him. “What wasn’t supposed to happen?”

“I’m not supposed to kiss boys,” Sam said sheepishly, his face burning.

Seth was reminded, rather forcefully, of a five-year old saying that they weren’t supposed to talk to strangers. He couldn’t suppress his laugh. “And who told you that?”

“My dad. And My brother.” He walked a little faster, but Seth grabbed his hand and held him in place. An electric current ran through his body, making his hair stand on end.

Seth backed him into the brick wall behind them. “But I bet your dad and your brother didn’t know that boys could kiss like this.” And he kissed Sam with a passion that most people only dream about. A chill ran up Sam’s spine and he knew that he would remember this moment forever. The addition of a tongue drove the Winchester boy to the brink of insanity. Just when he started to give in, the kiss was broken, and Sam was left rooted to the wall, his mouth hanging open slightly and looking as though his knees were about to give out. He looked at the passersby and found his voice.

“People are staring,” he said.

“Then let’s give them a show,” Seth said, and went in for another kiss.

“No,” Sam said, looking around frantically as though afraid that his father or brother might materialize out of the shadows on the street.

“Why not?”

Sam thought of the best excuse that he could. “I don’t know how…”

Seth laughed again. “You were doing pretty well a minute ago.” And he went in for another, but Sam dodged. Seth was not used to being denied what he wanted, so this new game intrigued him. He thought for a minute. “If you won’t let me kiss you, then at least agree to be my boyfriend.”

Sam’s face flushed deep crimson once again. “You don’t even know me,” he said, looking at the ground. His shy side was beginning to take over.

Seth took his chin gently in his hand and made him look up. “That’s the purpose of dating, to get to know you.”

“Actually, the purpose for dating is to find a mate.”

“I want you to be my mate.”

“But I can’t reproduce.”

Seth laughed once again. “Would you stop being a fucking brain for two seconds and just say yes?”

“But─” Seth silenced him with another mind blowing, jelly-leg making kiss.

“Just say yes.”

“Yes,” Sam said, not entirely certain what he was agreeing to. The only things that he knew for certain were that the person in front of him was wearing an intoxicating fragrance, and his boxers were suddenly several sizes too small. He opened his eyes and saw Seth and everything came rushing back to him. Before he could rescind his answer, Seth flashed another smile, took his hand, and the two of them walked.

Within minutes, they were in front of Sam’s house, where Sam insisted that Seth let go of his hand. He’d never had a boyfriend before, so he wasn’t exactly sure how things were supposed to go. He was, however, quite sure that if he walked into John Winchester’s (or Shelly Washington’s as the deed said) house hand in hand with another male, he probably wouldn’t see his seventeenth birthday. The two entered the house separately and immediately saw that John was home (and not in a good mood).

Empty vodka bottles littered the floor along with what appeared to be a portion of John’s clothing. There was creaking and aggravated grunting coming from the next room over. Sam knew what that meant, and so the two of them made their way towards the hallway.

“Dean?” Sam called.

“What?” Dean answered, poking his head out of his room.

“I was just letting you know that I’m home.” He noticed Dean eyeing Seth suspiciously. “And this is Seth. He’s a friend from school.”

Dean studied Seth for a moment longer and then his eyes shifted to Sam. “Come in here for a sec,” he said.

“But─”

“Now,” Sam threw Seth an apologetic look.

“It’s fine. I’ll be here.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Dean said, yanking Sam into the room and shutting the door. “I thought I told you never to kiss dudes!” Dean hissed, slapping his brother in the back of the head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit, Sam! You kissed him, it rocked your world, and now you’re scared shitless.”

“How do you─”

“Because I’ve put that look” he gestured at Sam’s face,” on a lot of girl’s faces.”

“Please don’t tell dad,” Sam said, his voice pleading.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Dean asked, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Give me one reason.”

“Because he likes me!” Sam said quietly, not wanting Seth to hear how desperate he was. “He said that I was cute, and when he kissed me, my head went round in circles.”

“He doesn’t like you, Sammy. He just wants sex!”

The door banged open and Seth barged in. Dean looked murderous. “I’m sorry, but that’s not true. I’m still a virgin!”

“Bull!”

“I am!”

“The way my brother tells it, you don’t kiss like a virgin.”

“I said that I’ve never had sex with anyone. I never said that I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Dean, please stop.”

They heard a crash from the living room and a high pitched screech. The three of them ran out into the living room and found a half-naked woman running at breakneck speed towards the door and John, a few steps behind her, pelting her with what appeared to be her own clothes. She grunted in mingled shock and pain when her pump collided rather painfully with the back of her head. She made it to the door, wrenched it open, and dashed out into the street in all her half-naked glory. John slammed the door behind her and then turned on his sons and their guest.

“Who the fuck are you?” John slurred, eyeing Seth. Sam thought he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Dean move a fraction of an inch to the side in an attempt to block Seth from John’s wrath.

“I’m Seth Brown, sir,” Seth said, stepping around Dean and extending his hand to John. John looked at the hand as though it was something slimy and disgusting slithering towards him. “I’m a friend of Sam’s,” he said, his hand falling several inches.

“A friend of Sam’s, huh?”

Seth nodded. “He’s in my English class, dad,” Sam said timidly, taking Seth’s wrist and attempting to pull him back. John’s eyes darted down and Sam let go as if he had been burned. John’s eyes narrowed as they focused on Seth once more.

“Are you fucking my son?” If Seth was at all taken aback by this question, he didn’t show it.

“Trust me, if I was fucking your son, he wouldn’t be standing here right now, he’d be lying on his back in my bed.” Fear gripped Sam and held him in a vice that threatened to suffocate him. To both Sam and Dean’s astonishment, John started to laugh. Seth laughed with him and a moment later, Dean joined in as well. Sam stood there, trying to laugh with them, but his discomfort was showing plainly on his face. “Seriously, though,” Seth said, his laughter dying away. “I’m not like that. I’ve got a girlfriend named Samantha. We’re just friends.”

“That’s good. Maybe you’ll rub off a little on this fairy.” He jerked his finger at Sam.

“Oh, I intend to,” Seth said, and he waved as John disappeared into his room. He turned on Sam and laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. “I need to get home,” he said once he’d composed himself again. He took Sam’s hand and pulled him over until they were out of sight of John’s door, and he kissed him once again.

“Hey! Hey!” Sam heard Dean call as his knees started to buckle again.

“See you tomorrow?” Seth said. Sam nodded. “Then see you then. Oh, and by the way,” he leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear. “Your name’s Samantha now.” And he turned and walked out the door.

When Sam turned back around, Dena was staring at him, slightly open mouthed. “What?” Dean did not say a word; he merely turned on his heel and stalked off to his room. Sam followed. “What,” he repeated.

“You were just making out with a dude!”

“I would hardly call that ‘making out’, Dean. It was a kiss.”

“It was still a guy!”

“He’s my boyfriend. And I told you before that I think I’m gay.”

“The way that you were just letting him stick his tongue down your throat, I would say that there’s no doubt left!”

“Dean, that’s not fair.”

“Why isn’t it? Thinking that you’re gay is one thing; actually letting another man touch you like that is something totally different. I told you before Sam that I’d help you if I could, but this is more than I bargained for. I have to tell dad.”

“Dean!” Sam cried, fear flooding his face. “Dean, please don’t!”

“I don’t have a choice, Sammy.”

“Dean, he’ll kill me!”

“No, he won’t.”

“Dean!”

Dean took note of the pleading in his brother’s voice and sighed. “You have until tomorrow morning to convince me not to.”

Sam nodded and left the room. He walked into his own room and was already hyperventilating, his mind running over all the horrible things that John Winchester would do if he found out. He paced the room for a little and his mind fell to one place…one item…one solution… He shut the door, stalked over to his bed, reached under his mattress and retrieved a very sharp razor blade. The steel glinted seductively in the light from the window. He rolled up his sleeve, and added several tiny cuts to the multitude of gashes that were already there.

Finally, with the blood flowing freely over his forearm, he could think clearly again.


I rather like this story. Let me know what you think about it and, pending responses, a Chapter two may be on the way.