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“I told you, no. You’re not going, and if you don’t stop whining about it, you will be sorry. Trust.”
Sam knew that tone, and he lost a little bit of his nerve, but he piped up again anyway.
“What if you come with me?”
“To a high school Halloween party, Sam? Seriously?”
“What? You could be my date”, Sam replied, doing that biting on his bottom lip and eyelash-flutter thing that made Dean completely insane. Before his brother could interrupt, he soldiered on. “Nobody here knows you. We wouldn’t be the only gay couple at the party.”
“We are NOT a gay couple, Sam! What the fuck?”
“Fine. We wouldn’t be the only people at the party who regularly engage in sexual relations with someone of their same gender. That better? Or, you could be not my date. You could be a friend of mine from another school that I brought with me. Whatever. Just…come on, Dean. Please?”
“Oh, all right, you big baby. I’ll go with you, but if there’s anything going on there I don’t like, we’re leaving. I don’t want you hanging out with kids who get drunk and high when they’re sixteen.”
“You got drunk and high when you were sixteen”, Sam shot back, with just a tiny bit of righteous indignation, because he didn’t want to suddenly lose this battle he’d just won.
“Whatever. I said I’ll take you. Don’t even try to get me into a costume, bitch.”
“Fine, but I’m wearing one, jerk.”
Three days later, they pulled up in front of Sam’s friend’s house, where there were kids already spilling out onto the front lawn, music blaring and clearly no adult supervision. Sam led Dean inside and introduced him as “my friend Dean” to a couple of the kids he knew from school from behind his Michael Myers mask. Things seemed ok, Dean spotted a few kids with beers and snagged one for himself. There were some couples making out in corners or on sofas but nothing too out of control. He relaxed slightly as he watched Sam laughing and joking with other kids, having a genuinely good time.
Coming back from filling his plastic cup at the keg, he spotted Sam just outside the back door of the house. There was a curvy brunette dressed in…what the hell was that supposed to be? Little Bo Peep, he realized, though he was sure that in the story, the girl didn’t have half her ass and most of her tits hanging out of her clothes. As he stood back watching her talk to Sam, she began moving past all personal space boundaries and then actually held out a hand and started running it up and down Sam’s arm, looking up at him with a clear intention to get even closer. For his part, Sam was just standing there, having pushed his stupid mask on top of his head, with much more of a “deer in headlights” expression. But he wasn’t moving away from her. He didn’t shake off her hand.
And that was the end of the “this is my friend Dean” portion of the evening. Dean grabbed a can of soda, walked out the door and handed it to Sam, sliding his arm around Sam’s waist and saying “Gonna introduce me to your friend, babe?”
The poor girl practically jumped three feet backwards and stammered out something about not realizing Sam was there with someone. Sam instantly said, “This is Kayla, she’s in my history class. Kayla, this is Dean, my, uh…”
“Date”, Dean supplied. “I’m his date. Didn’t mean to startle you, Kayla.”
“It’s ok, I was just going back inside”, she said, eyeing the two of them with undisguised ‘hot gay boy sex’ pictures racing through her mind.
Sam laughed and leaned closer into Dean’s embrace. “Thought you didn’t want to be my date.”
“Yeah, well, can’t have girls feeling you up right in front of me, Sammy. She was looking like you were her lost little sheep and she was going to take you home.”
“Only go home with you, Dean, you know that.”
Dean kissed him full on the mouth then, not caring in the slightest what anyone saw or didn’t see. “You’re going home with me now, Sam. Gonna remind you why I’m the only one you go home with.”
Sam flushed and shot him a bright smile before he pulled his Myers mask back on. “Let’s go, then.”