Anatomy
Anatomy
It was just a hook up. Dean told himself that time and time again. Get the pretty girl to agree to a date, or just a roll in the hay, a good time was had by all, and then he was on his way to the next pretty thing on the road.
Only they weren’t on the road. And not only that, but Dean had no inclination to look at anyone either. He couldn’t stop the pain he felt, thinking about Sam with someone else, the ache in his heart as he’d seen Sam walk away with Ethan twice now. He was playing his part and no one else needed to know it was just a part, just the persona that Dean Winchester put on at the drop of a hat.
Rina was perfect. She was all act but no action. She dressed like the perfect little school girl, talked like a slut, and nearly had a fit when Dean tried to feel her up. It was damn near flawless because he had no desire to get into her pants, but no one would know it. Rina made out like she was riding Dean more times than a fair ground carousel and Dean just grinned through it all as she worked up his reputation.
What bothered him the most about it all were their so-called friends who forced Sam to endure it all because Rina was apparently some mega-pop-star and they were so busy trying to get in her next video that they ignored the pain Sam and Dean were both going through. Dean could see the way Sam’s eye narrowed at Rina’s teasing touches and Dean had to do his best to bite his tongue the first time Ethan had come over to the table and took Sam’s hand in his, smiling straight up at Dean.
Sam, at least, knew when not to piss him off, because the only time Ethan had kissed Sam in front of him, Sam had pulled him away quickly enough, eyes darting to Dean’s as if he knew Dean was already cataloging just how many ways he could get rid of the body just on the school grounds alone.
The thought, and the forthcoming inventiveness, kept him preoccupied during the few times they actually sat together anymore. Dean finally got a break in the case. One of the girls who had died in the fire had kept a diary and it was at the school, a memorial to the girls who had been caught in the fire - though the real details were kept a secret - so a little theft and he’d be able to salt and burn the journal that he believed was keeping the girl there.
“Come on, Dean,” Rina breathed huskily into his mouth, his hands roaming over her back, slipping to run over her ass as the hall monitor walked past. “What is it your friends call it? Study time?” she giggled. It was mostly for show but he let her pull him away from the wall and towards her room - he could never take someone else into the bed where he’d first made love to his brother - and tried not to let his smile drop as he saw Sam and Ethan on the other side of the hall.
“Hell yeah,” he said, his voice rough and dark, though not for the reasons anyone else would have thought. “Maybe we can study some anatomy,” he mimicked from a conversation he and Sam had shared a while back.
And no, his heart did not break even more when he heard his brother’s voice, a harsh whisper as he passed, “you don’t take anatomy.”
On to The Other Side of the Door
It was just a hook up. Dean told himself that time and time again. Get the pretty girl to agree to a date, or just a roll in the hay, a good time was had by all, and then he was on his way to the next pretty thing on the road.
Only they weren’t on the road. And not only that, but Dean had no inclination to look at anyone either. He couldn’t stop the pain he felt, thinking about Sam with someone else, the ache in his heart as he’d seen Sam walk away with Ethan twice now. He was playing his part and no one else needed to know it was just a part, just the persona that Dean Winchester put on at the drop of a hat.
Rina was perfect. She was all act but no action. She dressed like the perfect little school girl, talked like a slut, and nearly had a fit when Dean tried to feel her up. It was damn near flawless because he had no desire to get into her pants, but no one would know it. Rina made out like she was riding Dean more times than a fair ground carousel and Dean just grinned through it all as she worked up his reputation.
What bothered him the most about it all were their so-called friends who forced Sam to endure it all because Rina was apparently some mega-pop-star and they were so busy trying to get in her next video that they ignored the pain Sam and Dean were both going through. Dean could see the way Sam’s eye narrowed at Rina’s teasing touches and Dean had to do his best to bite his tongue the first time Ethan had come over to the table and took Sam’s hand in his, smiling straight up at Dean.
Sam, at least, knew when not to piss him off, because the only time Ethan had kissed Sam in front of him, Sam had pulled him away quickly enough, eyes darting to Dean’s as if he knew Dean was already cataloging just how many ways he could get rid of the body just on the school grounds alone.
The thought, and the forthcoming inventiveness, kept him preoccupied during the few times they actually sat together anymore. Dean finally got a break in the case. One of the girls who had died in the fire had kept a diary and it was at the school, a memorial to the girls who had been caught in the fire - though the real details were kept a secret - so a little theft and he’d be able to salt and burn the journal that he believed was keeping the girl there.
“Come on, Dean,” Rina breathed huskily into his mouth, his hands roaming over her back, slipping to run over her ass as the hall monitor walked past. “What is it your friends call it? Study time?” she giggled. It was mostly for show but he let her pull him away from the wall and towards her room - he could never take someone else into the bed where he’d first made love to his brother - and tried not to let his smile drop as he saw Sam and Ethan on the other side of the hall.
“Hell yeah,” he said, his voice rough and dark, though not for the reasons anyone else would have thought. “Maybe we can study some anatomy,” he mimicked from a conversation he and Sam had shared a while back.
And no, his heart did not break even more when he heard his brother’s voice, a harsh whisper as he passed, “you don’t take anatomy.”
On to The Other Side of the Door