Gals, loving the feedback but as if it wasn't obvious from the start I'm what you could call "big boned" LOL. I'm not dissing thin girls but c'mon who doesn't sometimes wish she looked like Daneel? I rest my case.
I've written fics with the guys hooking up and have even managed Sam rocking wheelchair sex so yeah, I was up for a challenge. The natural order of things would be for a gorgeous man to sleep with a beauty Queen but I'm tossing that out because I think we should all be in with a shot with a Winchester! What's the deal with shagging idiots just because they can fit a certain dress size?
There have been references in other fics I've done about one of the tricks Dean uses when hustling so I decided to really show Stanford what Badass is made of…start feeling sorry for Sam, NOW! This is the last chap and it's the most nudity you can possibly get from one Winchester. There's sex, hustling, posing and ah well, you'll see…it's what you've come to expect from LoA!! It's mammoth at almost 13,000 words so take a moment to get the tunes, chill out and let your mind run wild
Although not released at the time this is set I have one anthem; 'Big Girls' by Mika. Download, listen and feel great! You'll also need 'Rock You Like a Hurricane' and 'Paradise City'. xxx
"Ow! Quit poking me!" Dean yelled.
"Well hold still for two seconds and I won't." Sam stood back in exasperation as his brother rubbed at his eyes and blinked furiously. "Ya know, all that Rambo bullshit I had to listen to when you fired a bullet into my back and look at you now crying like a big baby!"
"I'm not crying!" Dean growled. "I never had to wear contacts before; it stings." Bracing his shoulders he tilted his head back and remained still. "Ok, I'm ready."
Sam sighed and held a hand to his forehead attempting to hold him steady. "Well it helps if your eye's open dude." He waited patiently as Dean cautiously opened his right eye and moved with lightening speed to insert the lens.
Dean was still blinking as the contact settled into place. "It feels weird." He said wiping at it with the heel of his palm.
"Well it'll feel even weirder when people start freaking out about your laser eyes. C'mon we have to put in the other one before Jess gets back from class." Sam slapped at his hand. "Stop rubbing it'll irritate them more!" He chastised as though he were talking to an unruly child. The second one took less effort but Dean still put up a fight before finally adopting a normal facial expression.
"How do they look?" He shrugged his shoulders and loosened his neck muscles.
"They're a bit green but the chicks'll love it." Sam put the evidence away in a bag and pushed it to the back of the cupboard under the sink. "You can keep them in for twenty four hours and you can sleep in them but then I'll swap them for a fresh set."
"You need a hand shaving?"
Dean glared in his general direction. "I think I can find my chin on my own after twenty six years."
"Fine," Sam opened his bath bag and handed him the razor and put the foam down. "There're some band-aids in here too, just in case." He chuckled.
"I don't get why I have to make so much effort; she's not my girlfriend."
"No, she has higher standards. I just don't want her thinking my brother's a hobo on top of everything else ok?"
"On top of what: a devastatingly handsome yet tragically blind felon?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Something like that."
"What're you gonna tell her about the bullet wound?"
"I was kinda hoping she wouldn't notice."
Dean made an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Is she blind too?"
"No. I already have to come up with the cash for a new car and I don't wanna piss her off even more."
"The '87 Taurus? No problem, I have five bucks in my wallet."
"Look, I can make a fortune hustlin' like this, so we can get the money just leave it to me."
"I have a lot of work to catch up on I can't be hitting bars with you every night and I don't want you to cause any trouble."
"Since when do I cause trouble?" He asked innocently. "Don't tell me you brought me to college to hang out here listening to emo music while you and your geeky friends play scrabble."
"Hey, this isn't like the movies where it's all naked sorority girls and parties every night: we actually have to study."
He made a face. "How are we even related?" He muttered as Sam flipped off the light and walked out. "Where are you goin'?"
"To start dinner." He shouted.
"He cooks too…what a loser." Dean said to himself as he started to lather up his face.
"Sam is that you?" Jess called from the hallway as she saw the lights on and heard the voices.
Dean froze as he sat on the counter drinking his beer waiting to meet the mysterious Jessica for the first time. Up to now he felt relaxed in Sam's apartment and he had painstakingly shown him where everything was so that he would be as comfortable as possible in the new surroundings.
Suddenly light footsteps ran into the kitchen and Jess squealed as she jumped onto her boyfriend. Dean rolled his eyes and drank some more as they made some disgusting noises and moaned gently.
"I missed you…" Jess murmured.
"Alright, get a room."
Jess hopped off Sam making him wince slightly and sighed for a second before turning to Dean. "Is this…?"
"Yeah, this is my brother Dean."
He slid off the counter and stepped forward a little awkwardly. She noticed something was off but couldn't figure it out so moved slightly towards him. "It's nice to meet you finally."
Dean's hand shot out at chest height and she jumped back. Sam huffed and shook his head knowing his brother had done it on purpose. He slapped Dean's hand back quickly. "No groping, she's not a light switch."
"Worried she might enjoy it?" He winked with a cheeky smile.
"Shut up." He turned to his girlfriend trying to remain patient. "Dean had a bit of an accident at work and he can't see. It's only temporary so I told him he can crash here until he's better."
"Oh my God, that's terrible."
Dean nodded solemnly. "I know, but I don't wanna be a burden. I just want you to carry on as normal and forget I'm even here. So you feel free to walk around naked all you want and if you happen to brush up against me then really…I won't be offended."
Jess's eyebrows shot up. "Err…"
"Dean!" Sam warned. "Just ignore him, avoid his hands and don't move any furniture, he's perfectly capable of fending for himself."
"I'm very agile." He explained spinning the empty beer bottle in his right palm before tucking it upside down in his jean pocket like a gun.
"Well you certainly seem to be coping well with it." She said sussing him out finally. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need; Sam's had to put up with my sister a few times."
"Sister?" Dean's interest was aroused as well as everything else.
"Don't even think about it Dude, she's sixteen."
"Are you gonna let me have any fun?"
Sam turned to his girlfriend. "Those kids you want? Believe me; a week of babysitting my brother will put you off ever wanting to have a toddler around."
"Hey!" Dean was pretty insulted but even more stunned by the fact his brother had talked about having kids with this chick, maybe it was a lot more serious than he had at first thought.
"Should I start childproofing the place?" She laughed feeling comfortable with the pair already.
"Only the liquor cabinet and your underwear drawer." Sam smiled as he grabbed them all fresh beers and nudged Dean's arm to show he was just kidding.
"Quit showin' off man." Dean growled. "In a weeks' time I'll be famous on this campus."
"Oh God, what have I done?" Sam muttered as he stirred the chilli on the stove.
Sam was exhausted as he turned off the bathroom light and went to the bedroom in boxers and a tee. Jess frowned at him as he closed the door and climbed into bed with a casual smile. He tried not to notice that she was naked and expecting to make love and was reluctant to remove his tee-shirt even though he really wouldn't say no to some action himself.
His smile was a little stilted as he reached over to switch off the bedside lamp.
"What are you doing?"
"Turning out the light."
"Since when were you shy?" She raised her eyebrows at him demanding an answer.
His mind tried to think of a reasonable excuse but for once it refused to comply. Damn…"Just don't freak out ok…it's no big deal."
"What isn't?" She started to worry as she pulled the sheet up around her breasts and sat up.
Sam sighed and removed his shirt wincing slightly but hiding it well. The wound in his torso had been left uncovered to breathe and was now a hard black scab in his side. It was small but with the perfect symmetry of the hole and the scorching around it, it wouldn't take a genius to work out what it was. Jessica's hand flew to his side brushing lightly over the injury before she looked up at him in shock. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Depends…" He retorted lamely.
"Oh my God you got shot?!" Her voice rose. "How? Why?!"
"Can't we just enjoy being back together and discuss this tomorrow?"
"And give you time to make up a story I'll buy? No chance, start talking Sam."
He gave her a weary sigh. "Look, it's not going to help you to tell you everything, you'll just worry and there's no need but I have to explain some of it I guess." He turned to her and took a breath. "My Dad and Dean, they're not mechanics and Dean wasn't hurt by a 'rogue air nozzle'." He smiled to himself remembering Dean's own stupid and implausible lie.
"So what do they do? Why do they need guns and since when do you have one stashed in the closet?"
"I could shoot almost before I could walk, it's how I was raised." He didn't want to start telling Jess about Demons and ghosts; he may want to protect her but to bring her world crashing down seemed cruel. "They're kind of like bounty hunters."
Jess stared at him for a long moment and then started to laugh. "Bounty hunters, you're kidding me?"
Sam shrugged. God if she didn't believe that then he dreaded to think what she would say to the truth. "I know…crazy right?"
"So how did Dean really get hurt?"
"Gun flash." He hated lying but was he really going to tell her Dean slept with an immortal druid who cast a spell on him? "He'll be fine but I had to complete the job for him and that's how I got hurt. It's no big deal."
"Getting shot is no big deal?" She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Wait, have you been shot before?"
"Yeah, the scar on my leg; I didn't get it falling off my bike."
"Wow, you think you know someone…"
"Look, I'm not like them now…it's why we don't really talk. I have you now and college, but I couldn't just walk away from this, he's still my brother."
"So it's over? You're not going to be doing this again right?"
Sam smiled. "It's a one time thing. As soon as Dean is better then he'll be on his way and things'll go back to normal."
Jess wondered what normal meant now and realised how little she knew about her boyfriend. All of a sudden she wasn't in the mood for sex and sat up leaning over Sam to switch off the lamp and settled back on the bed curling into his side quietly.
Things had been tense between them all for a couple of days with Jess preparing for an exam and spending most of her time in the library mainly to avoid them. When she saw Dean she seemed a little wary but he was slowly wearing her down and could tell that she was gradually getting used to him.
Sam was busily trying to catch up on the work he had missed but didn't want to leave Dean alone too much. It was getting harder to concentrate however as Dean listened to his head banging, drank beer, ate them out of house and home and generally climbed the walls like a caged animal. Finally it had gotten too much and Sam had stormed off to find a quiet place to study leaving his brother to his own devices.
Dean couldn't keep track of time and was rapidly starting to lose it as he couldn't even watch the TV or look at nude photos for distraction. He was even getting sick of his usual tunes. If he didn't get out soon he was going to go mad.
Eventually the front door opened and Jess gratefully returned having completed a four hour exam. She frowned when she entered the living room which was a mess of pizza boxes and empty beer bottles. Dean was bare-chested and doing push ups on the floor. He could tell it was Jess from the scent of strawberry shampoo that preceded her before she walked into a room so he sat up and pulled on his tee shirt.
"Hey, how did it go?"
She ignored the mess and flopped down onto the couch. "Good I think but my brain hurts."
"What do you study?"
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Christ, my brain hurts just at the thought. I bet you have a field day with Sammy."
"What's that mean?"
"Nothin', ya know what you need?"
She eyed him with a smile knowing exactly what was on his mind. "A drink?"
"I was going to say a game of Jenga but ok, you twisted my arm." He grabbed a seat next to her and slapped her thigh. "C'mon, Sam's got me on lockdown and I'm goin' crazy in here."
"Do you promise to behave?" She teased.
"Scout's honor." He nodded sincerely.
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Cos you know me? Seriously though I won't cause any trouble I just need to blow off some steam and there's only two ways I know to do that."
"Yeah, what's the other?"
Dean smirked. "Gimme five minutes alone with your erogenous zones and I'll show you."
"Five minutes huh?" She had to laugh and wondered not for the first time how this man could ever be related to Sam. "You shouldn't flirt with me."
"No, I shouldn't." He slapped his wrist. "But point me in the direction of a room full of college girls and I'll get off your back."
"I'm going to regret this aren't I?"
Dean smiled. "Some girls get in-laws, you just got out-laws instead; let me show you how a real Winchester parties."
Dean shrugged and frowned. "Deal." He answered finally holding out a hand which she shook with a smile.
"Wait!" Dean shouted making Jess pause immediately with her hand on the door as he "glanced" over the flat roof. "We need to just take a moment."
They had both showered and changed. Sam hadn't returned yet but Jess had tidied up the apartment and left a note. She had wanted to call but Dean had stopped her knowing Sam would go apeshit at the thought of his girlfriend out on the town with his blind and horny brother.
"What now?" She asked exasperated.
Dean took a deep breath slapping the Impala's roof. "I just want you to know what she means to me."
"What the car?"
Dean almost gagged. "She's not just a car."
Jess laughed. "Okaaay, I'll bite, what is she?"
"The love of my life." He stated seriously. "Just as I wouldn't disrespect Sam by manhandling you I want you to know that no one messes with my Baby."
"I'm a really good driver."
"Maybe with a Ford, but she's a vintage beauty and the only woman to have ever driven her was our Mom."
Jess frowned at the mention of her name. "Alright, I'll look after her, I promise."
"I trust you." He said finally. "Now get in and take me to a bar."
Jessica drove carefully and after a few minutes of tense silence as Dean listened to the shifting of the pedals he finally relaxed and put on some music. "So where are we goin'?"
"I think Shooters is the best bet, there are people in there all the time and there's a jukebox and stuff so it should keep you entertained."
"Sounds great." Dean sighed in satisfaction dying to taste something more powerful than the Bud light his useless brother had been buying him.
When they arrived Jess found a parking space not far away and suddenly grew nervous as she locked the car and went to join Dean. "How do you want to do this?" She had never been around a blind person before and after watching Dean move around their place she didn't consider him as such.
Dean sidled up to her and swung his right arm over her shoulders. She tensed immediately as he slipped on his shades. "Does that bother you? It's a little less conspicuous than holding on to you. I could always hold your hand…"
Jess gulped and wondered what it would look like to other people when they walked in. "No, it's fine as long as you're comfortable I guess." She shrugged and slid her left arm around his muscular waist feeling like she should be wearing a scarlet letter.
"Good girl. Ok, just walk at a normal pace and let me know when there's a kerb or a step and we're good." Dean smiled. "When I need to go to the John I'll let you know."
She froze. "What?!"
Dean laughed. "I'm kiddin', jeez!"
She hit out at him with her free hand and exhaled in relief. "I'm already regretting this."
Dean tightened his arm around her feeling fantastic as they crossed the road together. Sam would more than likely kill him but Dean deserved to have some fun after all that had happened and he intended to enjoy every second.
"Kerb." She said quietly as Dean moved seamlessly beside her. "Ok, we're here." She opened the large heavy wooden door and made sure he was through before letting it swing close with a thump behind them.
Despite the fact that the warm sun was still shining outside the interior of Shooters was dark and already busy as the campus rarely slept and partying could take place at any time. Her heart fell into her stomach as all eyes moved to the newcomers and several people Jess knew almost choked on their drinks as they saw her with the guy who looked like a cross between James Dean and the Terminator. "Oh God."
"What?" Dean paused with her and took off the shades suddenly grateful for the contacts.
"I dunno about you but that always happens when I walk into a bar."
"This is where I met Sam, everyone knows us."
"Don't worry having a bad rep is better than no rep at all."
"I hate you already."
"I'd be shocked if you didn't. You can tell anyone who asks about my eyes, I don't mind."
"Really?" She said relieved again that he was more understanding than he at first seemed.
"Sure, I don't want my brother to look like a dick to his friends…and I don't wanna get beat up either."
Jess moved them between the tables and got to the bar. "There's a stool here."
"You sit; a real man always stands at a bar. Ok, what are you drinkin'?"
"Well, I've recently been entrusted to look after the love of your life so I'll stick with a coke."
"You can have one beer, she would understand."
"That's very noble of her." Jess left him to order when the barman frowned at them both and asked Dean what he wanted.
Suddenly her arm was tugged and she turned to a girl called Marnie. She wasn't a particularly close friend but they knew one another. She was petite with long straight black hair falling to her waist. Most guys considered her a babe and she knew it. "What the hell?" She stared. "Did you break up with Sam?!"
Jess smiled. "No, everything's fine with us. This is Dean, Sam's brother."
He turned at the mention of his name and Marnie looked him up and down. "Wow." She said softly.
"Hey." Dean nodded as he grabbed a little haltingly for his beer and took a long refreshing drink.
Another student joined them, a guy this time. He was called Tom and was in some of the same classes as Sam. "So you're Sam's bro?" He asked in a thick California accent that had Dean imaging surfboards, sunblock and low IQ's.
"Guilty." Dean held out a hand but the other guy ignored it making Dean frown and lower it slowly.
"I'm Tom. So you make a habit of walking around with your arm around your brothers' girlfriend?"
Dean smiled thinking it was pretty cool that Sam's friends stuck up with him in his absence. "Call it care in the community; I tend to bump into things if someone doesn't gimme a hand." Dean raised his eyebrows and pointed at his fixed gaze waiting for them to catch on.
"Oh man, sorry I had no idea dude that sucks!"
"It's no big deal."
"I feel like a total dick."
"Well, I'm sure you don't look like one. Seriously forget about it."
"Cool, ok." Tom grimaced at Jess who smiled and sipped at her beer. Dean had a way of making people feel at ease sometimes and as awkward as his blindness was to him he knew it was sometimes worse for those around him so he tried to make light of it.
Dean made short work of the beer and then followed it with a whiskey chaser, he asked the others what they wanted and bought another round.
"Damn!" Tom muttered at the speed with which he drank. "Are you adopted?"
Dean laughed. "Nah, we found Sammy in a cabbage patch when he was a baby, kid's been stalkin' me ever since."
Jessica laughed but Marnie continued to stare at Dean in admiration. Jess let her get away with it as Dean remained oblivious and she was only embarrassing herself and no one else.
"So what do you do?" Marnie finally managed to speak.
Dean was glad he couldn't see Jess' face as the lie slipped from his lips. "I have an auto shop."
"Isn't it a bit hard to fix cars when you're blind?" She asked.
Dean didn't seem bothered by her tactlessness and leaned on the bar casually. "Cars are like chicks; you have to listen to them to find out what's wrong and only the softest touch and the right amount of lubrication will keep them tuned up."
Jess sputtered into her beer and laughed disbelievingly at his lack of shame as Tom nodded in awe at his smooth tongue. Marnie suddenly wished she was a sports car with a broken carburettor and tried to think of something clever to say.
"Does anyone actually fall for that line?" Came a husky female voice from behind him.
Dean turned towards it. "You'd be surprised. Dean Winchester." He introduced himself standing up straight.
The new girl eyed Dean with suspicion. "Amber."
"Sweet Amber?" He asked.
Dean frowned and shook his head. "It's a song."
"Metallica, I know. She rolls me over till I'm sick?"
Dean smirked. "She deals in habits, she deals in pain, I run away but I'm back again. You know it?"
"I'm a fan."
"What are you drinkin'?"
"So have you seen them live?" he asked.
"Only three times."
He raised his eyebrows impressed, as much as he loved the band and had bought tickets he had yet to see them live. "That's really cool I always seem to miss them on tour."
Marnie looked at her friend and cursed the fact that Dean was talking to her so easily. If he could see a thing she knew he would be paying her more attention. Amber wasn't a bad girl to drink with and in all truthfulness she was entertaining, funny and all the guys were attracted to her wild spirit but none of them would actually flirt or heaven forbid sleep with her. She looked less like a groupie and more of a roadie and Marnie hung with her because the men came flocking but she offered no competition.
Jess sat back and watched the trio in interest as time moved on and it grew dark outside.
It was obvious that Marnie was on the prowl and from what Sam had told her about his brother she would be his type but all his body language and focus pointed at Amber which Jess was more than happy about.
Amber was a cool customer and could shoot guys down as soon as look at them but it was all a defence mechanism to hide her massive insecurities. She was a good looking girl but she was tipping the scales and covered her body with lots of black loose clothes that didn't do her any favours. Although not a goth she had pale skin and wore smoky black eye make up. There were two things about her physically that got attention other than her size and that was her mammoth chest and her bee stung lips which were always slicked with Vaseline. Her hair was an amazing auburn colour and she had gotten her name for the colour of her eyes which had not changed since the day she was born.
"We need some music." Dean announced suddenly. "Amber, you gonna impress me?"
"By guessing what music you like? At least gimme a challenge." She responded poking a finger at the ACDC shirt he was wearing.
He handed her some coins for the jukebox. "We'll arm wrestle later."
She grabbed one of his biceps and squeezed it firmly. "Yeah, as soon as I kick your ass I'll go out and start stealing candy from little girls."
"Think you can take me?" He smiled. "I might surprise you."
"And I might smother you." She took a couple of dollars from his open palm and walked off.
"Ouch. Shot down in my prime." Dean shook his head and turned as Tom stared at him.
"Dude, she's like that with everyone."
"So I shouldn't be offended?"
"You should be scared cos if you carry on talking to her like that she might take you up on it."
Dean shrugged. "Not seein' the problem."
Tom leaned close. "Dude, she's like a really…"
"Nice person." Jess shot him a look telling him to back off. "What he's trying to say is that only a real man could take her on."
Dean smirked. "I'm not stupid and I have a great sense of personal space so I know exactly what you're both tryin' to say."
"And it doesn't bother you?" Tom stared once more and then glanced over at Amber who glared back angrily mouthing 'What?!'
"Hey I'm just sayin' a whole lotta woman needs a whole lotta man to satisfy her."
"But she's huge!" Marnie was exaggerating now and it pissed Jess off as it was borne out of jealousy.
"That's really out of order." She told the girl.
"It's true; she's like a fourteen at least."
Jess shook her head in shock that it was a woman she would have to shoot down to defend her friend. "Hmm fourteen's a good number for you when you wanna get an IQ test or measure your feet."
"My feet are a seven!" She answered lamely.
"You think you're a contender?" Dean smiled loving the jealous vibe and he would be willing to give the girl a shot if she could come up with one interesting thing to say in the next twenty seconds. He waited along with everyone else.
Instead of a dry retort or a sarcastic comment all he got was total silence and that bored him. He could bet this girl was gorgeous but that barely mattered to him when she had nothing to say.
"Rub a lamp sweetheart." He said throwing another whiskey down his neck.
Tom's mouth fell open in shock at the fact that Marnie had lost out to Amber with the coolest guy in the room. Ok he may be blind but still…
Jess smiled at him proudly as she watched Dean over the rim of her glass whilst Marnie stalked off in anger.
"That's my cue." Tom said as he finished his drink.
"Where are you goin'? We're just getting warmed up." Dean said.
"Hey, I'm not proud Dude and now you're not cock blocking me I'm in with a shot." He put the glass down and ran out after the hot girl.
"I love college." Dean laughed ordering more drinks.
A couple more hours passed before Sam eventually arrived at Shooters and made his way over to the bar. He had to shout over all the roaring in the corner but the barman eventually heard him ask for Jess.
"She's over there with your brother." Jeff pointed over at the crowd. "Man, that dude is so cool!" He shouted before going to fill more drinks orders for the baying students.
"Oh my God." Sam muttered to himself as he made his way to the crowd of frat boys and sorority girls who were all waving money in the air. He dreaded to think what state Dean was in or what he'd been up to but he seemed to be fulfilling his promise of becoming famous on campus because Sam knew without a doubt there was only one man who could draw them in like this.
He caught glimpses of conversation as he pushed his way through the throng.
"You know he's blind right…?"
"God he's hot…"
Sam's scowl grew more intense, this was the story of his life. He had finally made a life for himself and in one night Dean could totally overshadow it without even trying.
When he got to the front he saw Dean was standing six feet away from the dart board and had a semi-circle of girls around him like a cheer team. He had three darts in his left hand so Sam knew he hadn't started yet. 'Rock You Like a Hurricane' was blasting out of the speakers and everyone was chanting Dean's name. Sam wasn't impressed, Dean had been throwing darts with a blindfold on since he was a kid and he'd seen it a million times before. He rolled his eyes as Dean raised his hands to silence them.
"Salt!" He shouted licking the back of his hand and holding it out as Jess sprinkled the salt. Dean licked his hand again. "Shot." Someone took his right hand and placed the glass in it watching with a laugh as Dean threw it back and staggered slightly. Sam's head shook knowing it was all part of the act. Dean grabbed a wedge of lemon and sucked on it. "Ahhhh." He sighed shaking his head. "Ok, here we go."
The trick was someone took Dean to the board where he touched the centre before moving back with his arm in position, with his strong aim it was hard to miss even without being able to see. With a little practice Sam could have made the shot but he wasn't half the showman his brother was and silence descended on the crowd as Dean threw the dart and scored his first bullseye making everyone scream.
Dean paused again and a girl Sam recognised as a Varsity cheerleader moved forwards. "I have the salt." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear as she gently placed the inside of her left wrist to Dean's lips. He looked a little surprised then held it lightly as he slowly licked the pulse point. She smiled happily as she handed him the next shot of tequila.
"Should I ask where you hid the lemon?"
"It's in my cleavage." She answered attempting to be cute and failing miserably.
"Oh man." Dean cleared his throat and could imagine this wouldn't be doing Amber's self esteem any good. He'd spent a few hours in her company and she was a really cool girl who knew she was on a promise. As much as he wanted to he couldn't do that to her.
Dean leaned into the girls' neck and inhaled deeply. "Chanel 19: Melanie right?" He plucked the lemon from where it nestled between her breasts and gave her an apologetic smile. "Maybe next time."
Sam's eyes widened slightly and he folded his arms as he now watched Dean with interest rather than anger. What the hell was going on with him?
Dean made the next shot with no problem and everyone cheered again. He paused again and all the girls were itching to get their hands on him. "Amber?" He growled. "You're my good luck charm…last shot's the hardest so c'mon over girl."
Sam glanced over at Amber who was scowling in the shadows. "You don't need luck you need an AA sponsor!" She shouted back as all eyes turned to her and she blushed slightly. Christ.
Dean's feet were planted to the ground and he waited patiently for her to come to him. "I can wait here all night." He said as some of the guys started to chant her name and the girls at the front wondered how they had suddenly fallen into a parallel universe.
"You can wait until Christmas Dean but I'm not being your bitch."
A large "Ooooh" erupted from the guys who were standing on chairs and even on the pool table.
"You gonna make a fool of me in front of all these people?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
"You're doing a pretty good job of that yourself."
Dean actually laughed out loud and Sam couldn't believe it. Jess finally went over to her friend and said something in her ear which made Amber look at her for a second.
"Don't leave me hangin'." Dean shrugged as he fiddled with the last dart.
"Here's the deal." Amber said loudly. "You help me out with a class project and I'll help you with this shot."
"Deal!" Dean shouted too drunk to care what her major was.
Everyone cheered again as she walked over and grabbed the props. She had on a low cut black shirt and Sam laughed to himself as she lifted her ample left breast and licked it effortlessly before shaking some salt onto it. It was something none of the skinny girls would be able to manage and the guys were all suddenly in awe of her.
"You ready?" She asked.
Dean closed his eyes as she gently lowered his head to her chest and he licked up the salt pausing a moment to feel the warm and soft flesh on his cheek. It was an amazing feeling and it was all he could do not to touch them. He raised the shot she handed him and took a deep breath before he drank.
"You're about to lose the respect of everyone in the room." She told him quietly.
"Ya think?" Dean said with a smile. "Or maybe I'm just opening their eyes to something incredible."
"It's your funeral, kiss me if you dare." She said as she placed the lemon wedge between her plump lips and waited.
Dean's hand moved over her rounded shoulder and found her chin. He could smell the tangy scent of lemon over her natural perfume and moved closer. You could have heard a pin drop and everyone leaned forwards as his mouth moved over hers and sucked the lemon before wrapping his lips over it to meet with hers. When he stood back the wedge was now in his mouth and almost as an afterthought he moved his shoulders and threw the last dart which hit target joining the other two.
"OH MY GOD!" Someone shouted.
The crowd was in a frenzy as Dean kissed her briefly again. Amber was no one's fool and if he thought this display made her look good he was sorely mistaken. She would be the envy of every girl in there but she knew she would also be a laughing stock that only a blind man would want her.
As Jess went to collect the money Dean had made to buy her a new car, the crowd dispersed and Amber pushed him away.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"You're pretty sure of yourself."
He shrugged. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Meet me in the Wellesley Building room four oh two tomorrow at three and don't be late."
"Class project remember. Oh and one last thing Dean…"
"I'm no one's pity fuck." She told him as she walked away.
Dean spent a restless night sleeping on the couch and an even more restless morning dealing with his hangover. Jess had gone to class but Sam had the morning free and had cooked him a big breakfast he barely had the stomach to touch.
"You really like her?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged as he rubbed his contact-free eyes. "She was cool and I didn't mean to hurt her." He muttered as if that was explanation enough.
"Most girls are grateful just to be with you Dean but she's different. When a guy like you shows interest then she's gonna know why."
"It wasn't a bet."
"Almost…I challenged you to find the good in someone without considering her looks. It counts I guess."
"Ok." Dean sat forward. "I know she's big but she's hot right?"
"What do you class as hot? Someone who has the same interests as you loves the same music and generally speaks your language?"
"Don't do that...just tell me."
Sam sighed. "It's not for me to say."
"I thought you said she would love to have me as her first? I mean I pictured some desperate spinster with puppy fat not some she-devil with tits like a…" His hands made a frustrated cupping motion.
"What?" Sam stopped typing and looked at him.
"They're like these huge pillows that you could just get lost in."
"You wanna have a naked pillow fight with Amber?"
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "Please just tell me something about her man."
Sam didn't have an unfaithful bone in his body and hated gossip but he figured this was ok. "Between you and me?"
"Amber scares the shit out of me but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought of resting my head between those things. They're unbelievable and that mouth?" He whistled softly.
Dean nodded. "Thanks."
"I'll get you to the class at three, I'm sure you can work your charm."
"You got any idea what this project is?"
"What does she study?"
"No idea, Jess didn't say."
"You got any painkillers?"
After another struggle to get Dean's contacts in they eventually made it to Wellesley Hall with five minutes to spare. Amber was waiting on the steps and looked shocked when they turned up.
"Wow, you came."
"Not yet but it's still early." Dean said getting a nudge from Sam.
She rolled her eyes and stood up gathering a pad and some pencils into one hand. "You want to hand over custody now?" She looked at Sam.
"What time should I come back?"
"Dude, this isn't Kramer versus Kramer, cut me some slack." Dean shifted uncomfortably.
"I'll call you." She said to Sam before frowning at Dean.
"Ok, I'll be back later." He said walking off taking one last look over his shoulder.
"So what torture are you inflicting on me this afternoon?"
Amber took his hand and linked her fingers through his. "The step's right here, it's the first of errr…thirty." She counted quickly as he followed her slightly impressed she wasn't dragging him around like a child. "It's a life class and our models out sick."
"Say again." He paused.
"I'm an art major and you're our life model; nude obviously."
Dean's hand left hers and he started walking back down the steps. "Call Sam back." He said sticking his hands in his pockets.
"So it's ok to want me to get naked but I can't see the goods before I buy?" She asked following behind.
"How many women have seen you naked Dean?"
He took a deep breath and remained tight lipped. "Sorry, is Stanford suddenly all female they're are guys in your class too right?"
"No but what does it matter who's looking?"
"It matters…I don't want dudes starin' at my package." He shouted.
"Their interest is purely artistic."
"I saw you last night and you're not scared of a crowd and besides, you have a beautiful body so what's the problem?"
He turned to her. "Why did you walk away from me last night?"
"You knew it was goin' somewhere and backed out. I want an honest answer to a simple question."
She took a second. "I know that if things were different you wouldn't want to be with me and you'd be in Marnie's dorm right now bouncing her against a headboard."
He smirked and inclined his head. "You think that little of yourself?"
"Pretty much, that's not your problem though."
"I know you've got issues. You think I don't?"
"You only want me 'cos I don't want you."
"That's bullshit, of course you want me, you just don't feel worthy."
"Maybe that's true but you're an arrogant bastard for even suggesting it."
"It's the truth but it doesn't make me want you less."
"You're so full of shit and I can't allow myself to be used like this."
"But if I'm willing to expose myself to a class full of chicks and shirt lifters then you'll get naked with me?"
"Why do you want me, be honest?"
"OK. You're a really cool chick and you make me laugh but I'm a boob man, always have been and always will be. I'm gonna be getting my sight back and when I do, the first thing I wanna see is those babies preferably wrapped around my ears. Honest enough for ya?"
Amber laughed. "Brutally. Ok so I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Dean rolled his shoulders and thought for a second. "Ok, but none of this abstract bullshit where I have my dick coming out of my left ear!"
"It'll be tasteful I promise. Shall we go?"
"Lead the way."
"You see how the curve of that muscle blends into the gentle 'V' above his groin?" The teacher said in a voice that sounded to Dean like she was high. "A little more subtlety Damien…that's beautiful….the charcoal will work with you, just rub the testicle gently."
"Is there a Union for this?" Dean asked suddenly.
"Don't speak." The tutor moved over to him and placed a hand over his mouth as he reclined on the couch. "Just let the artist be at peace."
"How about lettin' the model warm his piece? It's like a freakin' freezer in here."
"It's summer." Someone said.
"Not to little Dean it ain't; I'm embarrassing myself here." He heard Amber give a throaty chuckle but bet it was her that turned off the air con. "That's better, just give him a chance to get his groove back and then start talking about perspective and length." He said as he shifted slightly.
"Relax." The tutor said again in what she probably thought was a soothing voice.
He made a face and muttered to himself. "Relax? I feel like that chick out of Titanic."
"We're so used to examining the intricacies of the female form that we should take advantage of this fine male specimen whilst we can."
"Specimen?" He asked feeling more like a lab rat.
She ignored his outbursts as she moved through the room. "Alright class, I want you to drop what you're doing and grab your sketch pads and have a closer look."
"What?!" He sat up quickly.
"We're going to do a rapid series of twenty second sketches whilst Dean moves for us."
"Seriously woman, what planet are you from?"
She moved forward again bringing with her the smell of sandlewood and if he wasn't mistaken pot. "You have an amazing physique; like a Rodin." She ran a hand down his arm making the hair rise on the back of his neck. "Allow us to study your beauty."
Dean rolled his eyes yet again glad they were blind to the prying eyes. "No photos…" He grimaced. "and I don't prance like a ballerina ok?"
"Have you been to Le Louvre in Paris or the Tate in London?" She asked him suddenly.
"Have you ever been to the Hooters in Buffalo?"
"No." She responded dreamily.
"There's your answer."
"Think of yourself as a Greek God in the first Olympiad. That's the mood we're going for." Amber spoke up as she removed a CD from her bag and replaced the classical crap they were currently playing. 'Paradise City' by Guns and Roses suddenly shot out of the speakers and Dean raised his eyebrows as the tutor covered her ears.
"What is this?"
"His inspiration." Amber smiled. "Rock it Dean...twenty seconds for each pose."
He took a deep breath as they all stood around him poised with their pads raised. He flexed his arms over his head clasping his hands together and could hear the scribbling as he listened to the music and counted down the seconds. Paper tore and flew as he lowered his arms making his biceps bulge.
"Stunning." The teacher was rocking her head as she moved around them. "Move!"
Dean couldn't believe he was doing this as he turned his back to them and put his hands on his hips making all the muscles in his shoulders stand out.
"Look at that butt!" Damien squealed.
"Again!" She shouted as Guns and Roses continued their tune.
Dean stood side on and pulled a pose like he was throwing an imaginary spear and held it. They didn't have enough time to draw his features just the hard lines of his body so he was free to sing along and bob his head. It wasn't his favourite tune but Axl certainly kicked Beethoven's ass. He continued to move and felt less self-conscious as the song continued and he flexed each muscle group in turn.
When the class was finally over he sat unembarrassed on the edge of the couch as Amber handed him his jeans and he shrugged them on.
"Wow." She said simply.
"I work out." He shrugged.
"It's not that," She said sitting next to him as everyone else cleared up. "With enough hard work I could look generic like those other girls but being myself and unashamed of it takes a lot of effort Dean. You walked in here like a blind man and you're walking out like a God and it's nothing to do with what you look like because your personality oozes out of every pore right now and it's almost tangible; regardless of looks, your charisma is out of this world."
He paused and let the buttons hang loose. "Sam said he'd teach me a lesson in tolerance, I guess he was right."
Amber tried not to be offended but it was tough when someone you liked so much was being so honest. "He thought you'd learn a lesson by screwing me?"
Dean turned to her. "I prefer to say banging but yeah." He held her hand before she could move. "Look, I won't lie and feed you some bullshit. What this boils down to is two people who want each other right?"
"I don't care about the general population, do you?"
"No but if you saw me…"
"Alright, stop!" Dean's hands went to his face. "We're not talkin' about this any more cos it's just depressing me. I don't give a fuck about what you look like, because you do it for me and I just wanna go to bed with you so can we please just make that happen sometime soon?"
Amber sat up in shock. "You're serious?"
"D'ya want me to spell it out in morse code?"
Amber stared at him and knew he meant it and not as a sick joke or a bet. "Ok, I believe you but..."
Amber had gone through more pain than someone like Dean could imagine and just looking at him broke her heart. She knew he was on loan until someone hotter came along or he got his sight back and realized what he was doing, but she made the decision to trust him for the time being and worry about the tears later. "It's my first time…"
Dean smiled as he took her hand in his. "You totally hit the jackpot baby!"
As soon as Amber got Dean back to her dorm they paused at the door just taking a moment and he really didn't know what the fuss was about. She was definitely larger than most of the girls he had been with but it wasn't like the fire department would have to remove any windows if she fainted. As soon as he got a hold of her he was happy with the way she felt under his hands and couldn't wait to get going although he also knew he would have to take it slow.
Amber led Dean through the door but then caught herself as he remained there. "You're too good at this and I forget." She went back to him and showed him where the furniture was placed as well as the tiny shower and toilet. "My bed's here." She stated. "I think my roommate went to a party."
"You have a signal?"
Dean coughed. "So she knows not to come in if you're doin' stuff?"
"Never needed one before." She shrugged uselessly.
Dean smiled then took a breath. "Maybe you should pop a chair under the door knob or somethin'."
Amber looked at him and tried to wish her nerves away. "Oh ok."
"Are you sure about this?" He gave her one last chance to back out before he lost it entirely. "If you are then we need to set the mood with a soundtrack and maybe some ambient lighting."
She laughed again and led him to the bed where he sat down "Bearing in mind I'm a total virgin what are we going for music wise?"
"What have you got?" He smiled as he removed his boots perfectly at ease and lounged back on the bed.
"Right she checked the CD's and called out; Metallica obviously, Massive Attack, The Cranberries…" She threw that one over her shoulder when she saw the look on his face. "I guess Dido's out then?"
"Does she chill you out? Hey, go with what works for you, I can move to anythin'." He smiled.
"Ok." She rummaged in the dresser and found some condoms and coughed. "She has some...."
He got it right away from her awkwardness. "Check the date on them; if she's a Freshman she's probably had them since tenth grade."
"You're such a cynic, yet so right." She laughed as she placed the chair under the door and went back to the bed. She sat on the edge next to him and he immediately sat up removing his shirt as he did it.
"Don't worry, I always carry some."
"Oh God." She sighed as she looked at him. "I guess you do this a lot."
"Nah, I like to fill them with water and throw them at Sam." He was trying hard to put her at ease. "Relax…" He said as the girly tunes filled the small room and he reached up to brush at her hair gently. His hand moved down her neck and went to her cleavage which was almost up to her chin. Her flesh pimpled immediately under his touch and she exhaled as he reached up with the other hand to unfasten her shirt. "You ok?"
"Yeah." She let the thin fabric fall from her rounded shoulders and paused waiting. Instead of heading for the prize Dean laid her down next to him and leaned over her resting up on one elbow.
"Ok, this is somethin' I haven't done before."
She frowned as his right hand moved over her forehead and brow. "Don't frown; you'll get a line there." He said softly making her smile as his fingers found her long lashes and the contours of her straight nose and pressed the little button on the end. "Cute."
Her breath quickened when his index finger slid over her cupids bow and moved over her mouth flicking the bottom lip gently. His thumb rubbed over her full lips and they parted slightly. Leaning down he cupped one cheek in his palm and touched his lips to hers. This was more foreplay than he was used to and he was surprised he found it such a turn on as the kiss deepened and she finally relaxed sliding her arms around him. His lips trailed down her neck distracting her as his hand wandered to her back and found the bra clasp. He could usually flip them open with a flick of his fingers but this one had four double hooks. Jesus he thought, excited rather than repulsed by the idea of major engineering being required to contain her massive breasts.
She flushed slightly and he could actually feel the heat in her neck as his lips moved over her pounding pulse. "I got it." He told her as he moved his other hand leaning back slightly to remove the garment. He took a breath and his hand paused in reverence. Finally his palm reached down and his breath actually caught. He knew a lot of guys who would think that more than a handful was a waste but Dean wasn't one of them. "Oh my God!"
Her hands flew to her eyes in embarrassment causing the boobs to close over his right hand trapping it. "They're amazing." He leaned down again needing to find out if they tasted as good as they felt and they did.
He had been with a few girls who had implants and without exception they were all horrific no matter how beautifully done. He could remember one occasion where he had actually heard the saline sloshing around as the girl moved and he had never encountered anything that could banish an erection quicker. Ambers' were all natural and he could imagine playing with them forever. "I never wanted to see so bad since this happened." He smirked as his tongue moved over a nipple.
She laughed and the sound was music to his ears as she watched him and felt comfortable enough to stroke a hand through his hair as he murmured happily. He remembered himself before he could get too excited though and realised he had a job to do too. Standing up reluctantly he quickly unfastened his jeans and stepped out of them.
"Wait." She sat up. "I just wanna look at you for a minute."
"You been doin' that all afternoon."
"Yeah but this time it's just for me."
Dean linked his fingers through hers as he let her look at him in his fully aroused state. He placed her hands flat on his chest in invitation and she let them roam over every muscle from his shoulders down to his abdomen before moving to cup his tight butt. He moved forwards slightly and her nipples brushed his hips making him literally stop breathing. She watched the effect that had on him and moved forwards a little more until Little Dean was nestled between them. Pushing them together with her hands she massaged him gently yet rhythmically.
"Holy cow….you sure you never did this before?" He was loving it because it was something very few women could do which made it a rare and beautiful thing to him. "Stop…or I won't be able to hold on."
She frowned as he lay her back down and removed the rest of her clothes quickly. Amber was shy but she needn't have been worried as Dean gave all her lumps and bumps the same attention he had shown her boobs. He was glad to feel that she was as ready as he was and kissed her gently as they moved further up the bed and lay down together. "You ready?"
Amber retrieved the note from under the door and laughed as she hopped onto the bed.
"What is it?"
"It's from my roommate. Says she heard what happened and to 'go for it girl.'"
"You roomin' with Oprah?"
"She's a bit of a dork." She said trailing a hand over his chest. "Can you stay?"
"I think Sam would be pissed if I called him now to pick me up so yeah." He shrugged with a smile as his stomach growled. "I'm starving though!"
"Well, you came to the right place."
"What you got?"
"I have snacks but if you're really hungry I have a hob, I can do pasta."
Massive tits and she eats real food? What had he been missing all these years? "That sounds amazing."
"Carbonara or Neapolitan?"
"Surprise me." He folded his arms behind his head and sighed happily as she got up and started to clank around in the small room.
"My mom's a real believer that food is love." She explained. "I never bothered to try to diet."
"She sounds like a wise woman. Ya know along with sex and beer food is the best thing in life and should be enjoyed."
She smiled over her shoulder at him but couldn't help but wonder if he would feel the same when she failed to draw the same admiring glances he did.
After a shared bowl of pasta and a couple of beers they decided to combine all three of Dean's great loves and really go for it. The bed was a mess but they were laughing like kids as they drank beer off one another.
"Oh, I have a good one." She laughed getting up again and grabbing a can. "Squirty cream."
He wrestled the can from her making her scream and it disappeared quickly under the sheet emitting a hissing noise. She sat back with a red face as he threw the sheet back. "I already got the cherry," He said. "You get the banana."
Amber never expected her first time to be great or even all that good, everyone who had ever mentioned the experience to her seemed to class it as painful, embarrassing and quick but she had learnt more in one night with Dean than a decade of reading Cosmo. She imagined that most women who spent the night with him sat up and watched him sleep as it was pretty hard not to. Suddenly inspired she got up quietly and grabbed her sketch pad and started to draw feeling a little like a pervy voyeur as she pulled the sheet back slightly.
In little more than an hour she had enough sketches to possibly create the best work of her short life and she felt on fire. She had always had confidence but it was the kind of false bravado that she recognised in Dean and knew was invariably the result of a lot of knock backs. She knew this wouldn't last long but felt proud of the fact that after only her first time with a man she already felt she was the best that she could be.
Her thoughts screeched to a halt as Dean jerked violently and sat up so suddenly that she dropped her pad.
"Sam?" His breath was coming quickly and he looked scared.
She froze for a second as he cocked his head. "It's Amber."
His breathing wasn't slowing down and he looked confused. "Where am I?"
She took a seat next to him. "In my dorm room, should I call Sam?"
Dean finally seemed to wake up and shook his head rubbing at his eyes. "Shit." He exhaled. "Bad dream, I'm ok."
She didn't know whether to touch him or not and felt embarrassed. "Are you sure?"
"God, my head hurts." He pressed the heels of his hands to it and scrunched up his eyes. "Can I take a shower? That might help."
"Of course. Here…" She helped him off the bed and took him through to the bathroom turning on the taps letting the water run cool. "Ok." Dean got under the water and she left the door open so she could keep an eye on him. She was really worried as he had turned from the playful stud she knew to an ashen quivering wreck overnight. She made a decision and went to get her phone to call Sam and get some coffee.
Dean's sick. I'm scared. Pls come asap Amber
Sam left class halfway through when he got the text and ran almost two kilometres across campus to the dorm where Amber lived. Jogging down the long corridor ignoring the girls in bathrobes he found her door and knocked.
He walked in and saw Dean on the bed wearing just jeans. His hair was wet and he had his head in Amber's lap as she pressed a cold cloth to it soothingly.
"Migraine or something, he hasn't spoken in a while." She said looking terrified.
Sam dropped his book bag and sat on the other side of the single bed taking his brothers' shoulders and moving him so that he was now in his lap. "Dean." He said softly touching his face. "Open your eyes." Dean shook his head with a grimace. "Close the curtains." He told Amber. "I think the light's hurting him."
Amber did as he said and the light was immediately dimmed.
"Do you have the contacts in cos they have to come out?" Dean finally opened his eyes reluctantly and Sam moved quickly to remove the lenses as he winced.
Amber gasped when she saw Dean's bloodshot yet white eyes. "Oh my God, is he gonna be ok?"
"I don't know. I don't suppose you have any drops?"
"Yeah somewhere, my roommate has contacts too." She got up and rummaged frantically through the bathroom cabinet finding them and passing them to Sam.
Sam administered the drops but judging by the state of his brother it was like putting a band aid on a full thickness burn. He cradled his head in his lap and wondered if he should call an ambulance.
"I can just see flashes." Dean said suddenly in a croaked voice. "I think it's comin' back."
"You think you can walk?"
"I'll get you home so you can rest. You have a car right?" He asked Amber.
"Yeah, I'll bring it round."
"Thanks." He said as she grabbed her keys and phone before leaving them alone.
"Hey, this is a good thing Dean." Sam told him as he grabbed his discarded tee shirt and looked at it. "Whipped cream? Ewww what have you been up to?"
Dean actually smiled. "You want that mental picture?"
"Not really." He laughed as he helped Dean to dress then put his boots on before sliding the shades over his sore eyes. Amber called a few minutes later to say she was waiting. "C'mon." He grabbed Dean's arm and held him steady as they walked slowly out and finally made it to the car. Sam took a seat in the back with his brother lying across him. "Good night then?"
Amber smiled in the rear view mirror. "You ever known Dean to have a bad one?"
"Nah…so what was this class project?" Sam was more relaxed now that he was there and he knew Dean would probably soon get his sight back.
"He was the nude model for my art class."
"You're kidding?" Sam laughed gleefully.
"Not so freakin' loud."
"Ahhh Dean." He didn't know what to say but he loved his brother so much sometimes no matter how annoying he could be. "That's classic."
Finally they arrived home and Sam manhandled Dean out of the back. He staggered slightly and Sam handed the door keys to Amber as he bent down and threw Dean over his right shoulder.
When they walked in Jess came out of the kitchen wondering what all the commotion was. "What the hell happened?"
"I didn't break him if that's what you're thinking." Amber answered defensively. "He's got a migraine or something, it's pretty bad." She was reassured now that she was no longer alone dealing with it.
Sam glanced up on his way to the bedroom. "Jess, can you get a bottle of water and throw some salt and sugar into it?" She disappeared and Amber went to pull the sheets down on the bed as Sam lowered Dean onto it with a grunt. He took off his boots again but Dean removed the rest of his clothes as Jess walked in and paused in shock.
"Well it's official." Sam shook his head. "Everyone in Stanford's seen you naked now."
"Worried you don't measure up?" Dean crawled under the sheets and rolled onto his side.
"Hardly." Jess muttered with a laugh and a tap on her boyfriends' ass. "Here." She handed the water to him. "Should I get some soup or something?"
"No, I think this'll do and plenty of rest. Hopefully when he wakes up he'll be as good as new."
Amber suddenly looked scared and backed towards the door. "I should be heading back. Feel better Dean."
"Thanks." He groaned as she left.
Jess carried on with her day leaving Sam in the darkened room watching his brother. She had never seen him act like this before and it was yet another side of him that she was discovering. Watching him care for his brother and refusing to leave his side despite the fact he had a paper due was pretty amazing and if she was going to be honest a total turn on.
Sam spent the entire afternoon sat on the other side of the bed struggling to read in the dim light casting occasional glances at Dean who hadn't moved since he fell asleep. He had been through the ringer in the last couple of weeks and needed the rest more than anything. Sam just prayed that when he woke up he would be able to see something and wouldn't be in so much pain. He sat watching him for a minute and remembered all the times when he was a kid and had been ill with only Dean to look out for him. John was rarely around and it had fallen to his big brother to get him through and although he probably thought he'd done a crappy job Sam couldn't disagree more. Even if Sam had a cold Dean kept him from school and would watch over him like he had smallpox. He was pretty awesome and this was the first time Sam had ever been able to pay him back.
Dean stirred finally and his tongue moved over his furry mouth. "I need water."
Sam reached over for the glass and lifted his head gently as he fed him the water. "Here." When Dean was done he fell back onto the pillows with his eyes still closed with a frown marking his brow. "You have a bit of a temperature, how does your head feel?"
"Like Tico Torres is poundin' on it."
"You haven't opened your eyes."
For Dean to admit that they must be in agony. "There's no light…"
He slowly opened them blinking rapidly before shutting them. "There's somethin' but it's just…"
"It's ok man, you sleep. I'm not leaving ok? I'm right here."
"Thanks Sam." He muttered before he drifted back off to sleep.
Sam finally left the room when Jessica came back that night. "How is he?"
"Same." He sighed. "I'm gonna give it a couple of hours and then take him to a hospital."
She looked worried. "You think it's that bad?"
Sam huffed. "He's been stabbed and shot more times than I can count. If he's in pain it must be bad so…"
"I'll make you something to eat hon; you look shattered."
"I'm ok." He smiled taking her in his arms kissing her gently. "I told you my family was crazy."
She looked confused. "Dean's not crazy he's just unique and he really loves you, it's nice to see."
He thought about it for a second. "It's nice having him around, I guess I forgot how much he meant to me."
"I know you missed him but this is gonna change everything, and I think that's great and I can't wait to meet your Dad."
Sam smiled. "I think he'd like that. Listen, I don't want you to sleep on the couch so why don't you go to a friend tonight?"
"No way, I'm staying. If something happens I wanna be here." She told him before tightening her arms around him and looking up shyly. "He might be my brother too one day."
Sam smiled thinking it was true and loved her for it.
Dean sat on the hood of the Impala next to Sam outside Wellesley Hall and enjoyed the sunshine. "I wanna say thanks."
Dean shrugged. "I know I've messed up your life and dragged you all over the country but you've been great. When I made that call I didn't even know if you'd come, and now I don't doubt you for a second."
"I have a different life now but you'll always be my brother, nothing will ever change that. When you need me I'll be here."
"Alright, don't start cryin' dude I was just making a statement."
Sam smiled across at him. Dean hated emotion of any kind and avoided it where possible. They both looked up as the front doors opened and students began to file out. Dean watched them all with interest and saw several girls pause on the steps as they caught him sat on the car. He frowned but none of them looked like they fit the bill.
Sam remained silent as he also clocked each face coming through the door. Suddenly he slapped Dean's arm and stood up. "There she is…with the Stanford sweatshirt."
Dean lifted his shades and narrowed his eyes. He could see pretty well now but the sun still hurt his eyes although he could deal with that. "She really shouldn't cover those things up; it's a crime!" He stood up too and waited as Amber paused on the steps looking at him.
"I'll leave you to it Romeo, don't leave town without a goodbye." Sam slapped his arm again, waved at Amber and walked off with his hands in his pockets.
She slowly managed to make her way down the steps and Dean watched her with a smile.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighbourhood…"
"That's cheesy even by your standards." She looked at her feet.
Dean cleared his throat. "Look, I wanted to say thanks for what you did."
"I didn't do anything."
He ignored the comment. "I'm leavin' town tomorrow but I wanted to take you out to dinner first."
He shrugged. "I have no idea cos I haven't been on a date in years but…"
"There's a name for people like you Dean." She laughed.
"Hot?" He tried.
"What? Are you kidding?" He laughed and people turned their heads at the sound. "I love it…." He tried to calm himself. "Ok, I appreciate a woman who likes her food and I enjoy your company." He laughed again as he considered that she could be right.
"You don't have to buy me dinner just to have a look at my tits."
He sighed. "Maybe I wanna sit at a table with a woman who eats more than salad."
"Chubby chaser!" She teased.
"Maybe I do wanna look at them for a few hours..." He tried to look into her eyes as he spoke.
"Chubby chaser…" She sang with a smile.
"What have you done to me woman?"
She shrugged looking at her sweatshirt and jogging bottoms. "I'm not changing."
"Did I ask you to?"
"Let me check my diary." She opened a random notebook as he shook his head with a smile. "I think I can fit you in between Brad Pitt and George Clooney." She raised her shoulders and tilted her head.
"Damn that poor bastard Clooney; always gettin' my leftovers."
"Yeah, he hates you too. So where are you taking me then?"
"What, McDonalds is shut?"
He laughed. "Get in the damn car or we'll be here all day." He opened the door for her and walked around the hood shaking his head. After all this time he finally had his relationship with his brother back on track and his Dad wasn't far behind. He knew he would be coming back to Stanford on a regular basis and suddenly hoped that Amber would be available for his next visit. He didn't know what had happened to him but the last few weeks had been a revelation and as he slid into the drivers seat to go on his first date since he was eighteen he realized that having to live blind had made him open his eyes to a lot.
Alright so that's your lot for a while chica's. I am posting on live journal as thepantyhamster...it's where I'll put the more "juicy" stories from now on as I don't want to offend anyone here. I am editing my other stuff to put there eventually too but I look forward to hearing from you xxx