The guy who precedes the storm - Chapter 8
Dean had been teasing him all morning. Sly little winks and evil, half grins sent Sam’s way. He even had the nerve to pinch Sam’s ass in the classroom when the teacher’s back was turned and no one was looking.
Much to his chagrin he couldn’t stop grinning either - he was so badly whipped! He couldn’t keep his head out of the clouds long enough to answer any of the questions Mr Taylor was hitting him with and for him, that was unusual.
He couldn’t believe Dean wanted him too. He didn’t know why he ever thought he could waste time in denying his growing feelings for his roommate.
He was lost in a particularly clear daydream starring a hotsexyneedy Dean and featuring, in glorious technicolour, all of the hotsexyneedy things that he was going to do to him later back in their room and now he wasn’t concentrating on his notes either. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he dragged himself back forcefully to real life and looked back to see what the last thing he wrote was.
YOU DON’T BELONG HERE
Sam reared back from his desk in shock, pulling away too fast and falling on his now toppled chair suddenly and painfully. His heart pounding in his ears, he swore he could hear that girl from the bathroom and her awful laughter. His eyes scanned the room frantically, looking for the source, looking for something. He could sense everyone was staring at him and with no thought or direction he ran straight out the door, not looking back.
Dean caught up to him in the next corridor but Sam didn’t see him, looked straight past him his eyes wide and shocked.
“Sam! Dude, what just happened?” Dean grabbed at his arm and when Sam hit out at him he knew he had to calm his new lover down. In one fluid motion Dean pressed him against the wall, hard. “Tell me what is going on man or I swear to god I’ll beat it out of you!” He was scared for Sam and he didn’t handle fear very well.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” Sam panted letting himself fall against the shorter man feeling equally ashamed and stunned at his outburst and his flight from the classroom. He bit his lip and Dean caught the movement and registered it as uncertainty and a sign that Sam wouldn’t tell him anything if he kept pushing him for reasons aggressively. Sensing Sam was calming Dean let him go and looked directly into his eyes.
“Please Sam, I’ll believe more than you think.” Dean could see Sam hesitating and he did the only thing that felt right at that moment and gently cradling the younger mans face leaned in to kiss him. Hoping it would get Sam to open up. He was floored when it had the opposite affect as Sam dodged the kiss and blushed to his ears.
“I don’t think we should do that in public.” Sam said and Dean stared at him as though he thought he was nuts. “Y’ know, they might kick us out the school if one of these people see us” Sam whispered.
“Sam, there’s no-one here but us.” Dean said. Sam could see Dean giving him worried glances as though to make sure he hadn’t hit his head in the last five minutes and Sam wondered the same thing back.
“Dean - please don’t kid around. There is someone walking right past you now.” Dean spun around and even though to Sam’s eyes a boy walked within a meter of them both, Dean’s eyes didn’t seem to rest on him at all.
“Stop joking around. He’s right there,” Sam had reached out to the passing guy but dropped his hands repulsed as the boy turned towards him and Sam felt his world crumble. The boy’s eyes were completely glazed - inhuman and dead.
“You are not supposed to be here.” The boy whispered and Sam moved away unable to accept or even begin to comprehend what was happening in front of him.
He turned back to Dean who wasn’t staring at the guy but at him with a stunned look on his face obviously believing Sam had gone crazy. And maybe he had - Sam just didn’t know anymore.
Sam pushed himself away from a clearly shocked and disbelieving Dean and with quiet purpose he turned and went back to his room more shook up than scared. He didn’t understand it. He felt so shaken that it seemed as if the school should be falling down all around him but it wasn’t. Everything was carrying on, as normal and he didn’t know how to deal with this obvious breakdown he was having.
Dean had followed his shaken roommate closely and when they arrived back at the room he encouraged Sam to sit down which was really all he could do as his legs felt like jelly
“Do you think I’m goin’ crazy Dean? Seeing people that aren’t there?” He sounded so blown away Dean smiled gently.
“Yeah maybe a little but not from this. I’ve seen weirder.”
“You keep saying that but what’s weirder than your roommate seeing things?” Sam looked up at Dean, his eyes blurred, his heart on his sleeve. To Dean it looked like the younger man had accepted a sentence of being completely insane. Dean sighed and bit his lip, wondering whether to tell him.
Eventually he sat opposite Sam on the other bed. “Okay, I’ll show you something that might go someway to explain all this, but you better not freak out, or I will kick your ass!” Dean raised his arm as if to demonstrate said kicking. Pausing he looked straight into Sam’s eyes to make sure he had his roommates full attention and then … vanished.
Sam jumped backwards off the side of the bed with a sharp intake in breath. Desperately looking around the room as if he’d find Dean hiding somewhere but there was nothing and Sam went straight past concern to phase two - complete panic.
“DEAN!” he shouted half irrational, half pleading.
“No need to shout I’m right here,” that familiar cocksure voice floated across the room from where Dean had last been sitting. Sam reached out to where Dean used to be and felt a warm hand cup his own hand, guiding it to the side of an invisible but warm face.
At Sam’s hesitant touch Dean reappeared and was watching Sam warily not taking his hand away from Sam’s as if in some act of defiance not to let go of him.
“You … you …. you turned …. you can become ….. invisible,” Sam stuttered in complete disbelief and almost awe.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not unless I really am crazy and this is all my imagination.”
“It’s not.” Dean whispered.
“Jeez”
Much to his chagrin he couldn’t stop grinning either - he was so badly whipped! He couldn’t keep his head out of the clouds long enough to answer any of the questions Mr Taylor was hitting him with and for him, that was unusual.
He couldn’t believe Dean wanted him too. He didn’t know why he ever thought he could waste time in denying his growing feelings for his roommate.
He was lost in a particularly clear daydream starring a hotsexyneedy Dean and featuring, in glorious technicolour, all of the hotsexyneedy things that he was going to do to him later back in their room and now he wasn’t concentrating on his notes either. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he dragged himself back forcefully to real life and looked back to see what the last thing he wrote was.
YOU DON’T BELONG HERE
Sam reared back from his desk in shock, pulling away too fast and falling on his now toppled chair suddenly and painfully. His heart pounding in his ears, he swore he could hear that girl from the bathroom and her awful laughter. His eyes scanned the room frantically, looking for the source, looking for something. He could sense everyone was staring at him and with no thought or direction he ran straight out the door, not looking back.
Dean caught up to him in the next corridor but Sam didn’t see him, looked straight past him his eyes wide and shocked.
“Sam! Dude, what just happened?” Dean grabbed at his arm and when Sam hit out at him he knew he had to calm his new lover down. In one fluid motion Dean pressed him against the wall, hard. “Tell me what is going on man or I swear to god I’ll beat it out of you!” He was scared for Sam and he didn’t handle fear very well.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” Sam panted letting himself fall against the shorter man feeling equally ashamed and stunned at his outburst and his flight from the classroom. He bit his lip and Dean caught the movement and registered it as uncertainty and a sign that Sam wouldn’t tell him anything if he kept pushing him for reasons aggressively. Sensing Sam was calming Dean let him go and looked directly into his eyes.
“Please Sam, I’ll believe more than you think.” Dean could see Sam hesitating and he did the only thing that felt right at that moment and gently cradling the younger mans face leaned in to kiss him. Hoping it would get Sam to open up. He was floored when it had the opposite affect as Sam dodged the kiss and blushed to his ears.
“I don’t think we should do that in public.” Sam said and Dean stared at him as though he thought he was nuts. “Y’ know, they might kick us out the school if one of these people see us” Sam whispered.
“Sam, there’s no-one here but us.” Dean said. Sam could see Dean giving him worried glances as though to make sure he hadn’t hit his head in the last five minutes and Sam wondered the same thing back.
“Dean - please don’t kid around. There is someone walking right past you now.” Dean spun around and even though to Sam’s eyes a boy walked within a meter of them both, Dean’s eyes didn’t seem to rest on him at all.
“Stop joking around. He’s right there,” Sam had reached out to the passing guy but dropped his hands repulsed as the boy turned towards him and Sam felt his world crumble. The boy’s eyes were completely glazed - inhuman and dead.
“You are not supposed to be here.” The boy whispered and Sam moved away unable to accept or even begin to comprehend what was happening in front of him.
He turned back to Dean who wasn’t staring at the guy but at him with a stunned look on his face obviously believing Sam had gone crazy. And maybe he had - Sam just didn’t know anymore.
Sam pushed himself away from a clearly shocked and disbelieving Dean and with quiet purpose he turned and went back to his room more shook up than scared. He didn’t understand it. He felt so shaken that it seemed as if the school should be falling down all around him but it wasn’t. Everything was carrying on, as normal and he didn’t know how to deal with this obvious breakdown he was having.
Dean had followed his shaken roommate closely and when they arrived back at the room he encouraged Sam to sit down which was really all he could do as his legs felt like jelly
“Do you think I’m goin’ crazy Dean? Seeing people that aren’t there?” He sounded so blown away Dean smiled gently.
“Yeah maybe a little but not from this. I’ve seen weirder.”
“You keep saying that but what’s weirder than your roommate seeing things?” Sam looked up at Dean, his eyes blurred, his heart on his sleeve. To Dean it looked like the younger man had accepted a sentence of being completely insane. Dean sighed and bit his lip, wondering whether to tell him.
Eventually he sat opposite Sam on the other bed. “Okay, I’ll show you something that might go someway to explain all this, but you better not freak out, or I will kick your ass!” Dean raised his arm as if to demonstrate said kicking. Pausing he looked straight into Sam’s eyes to make sure he had his roommates full attention and then … vanished.
Sam jumped backwards off the side of the bed with a sharp intake in breath. Desperately looking around the room as if he’d find Dean hiding somewhere but there was nothing and Sam went straight past concern to phase two - complete panic.
“DEAN!” he shouted half irrational, half pleading.
“No need to shout I’m right here,” that familiar cocksure voice floated across the room from where Dean had last been sitting. Sam reached out to where Dean used to be and felt a warm hand cup his own hand, guiding it to the side of an invisible but warm face.
At Sam’s hesitant touch Dean reappeared and was watching Sam warily not taking his hand away from Sam’s as if in some act of defiance not to let go of him.
“You … you …. you turned …. you can become ….. invisible,” Sam stuttered in complete disbelief and almost awe.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not unless I really am crazy and this is all my imagination.”
“It’s not.” Dean whispered.
“Jeez”