Slow
Slow
“Oh my God, did you see who was walking in the lobby!”
“I heard, but I can’t believe it’s true!”
“Do you think she’ll sign my CD?”
Sam sighed as he looked over at Ethan. “Did they all have crack for breakfast?” he asked his friend. Ethan just smirked because the other girls - and Sam included Kevin in that particular grouping - were going gaga over something and he still, after a morning of listening to their whispers in the hall and between classes, had yet to figure out what they were talking about.
“Definitely. You’d think they’d never been in school with a pop star before though.”
“What?”
Ethan shook his head. “You know, Rina, the pop wonder?”
“Um, no. I don’t really do pop,” Sam admitted.
His friends all went silent suddenly and Sam looked around to see open eyes, stunned faces. Ethan cleared his throat as he nodded his head in the direction of the cafeteria doorway. “Looks like Dean does.”
Sam turned to the entrance way and saw his brother, smile lingering on his lips as he leaned in to say something to the pretty blond girl on his arm. She laughed and Dean was following after, all wit and charm and everything you could ask for, if you could keep hold of it.
Sam wished Rina good luck, because even after a lifetime of knowing his brother, he still hadn’t been able to hold on to him. Yep, good luck and rot in hell baby, because you’re got a snowball’s chance.
He didn’t think his heart could break any more but then Dean was walking closer to them and he knew, without a doubt, that Dean was walking her over to their table. A cruel twist of his lips and an almost smile on his face, Dean sidled up next to the table with Rina.
“Hey guys, can we join you?”
“Of course,” Sam said, fake friendliness readily available. He was a Winchester after all, and Dean wasn’t the only one that could bring out the charm when needed. “Why don’t you have my seat, Rina,” Sam offered, grabbing his backpack - and Ethan’s hand - and stepping away from the table. “Ethan and I were just heading up to my room. You know how it is. Just need a little… studying… before class.”
Dean’s eyes turned dark and he could see the way Dean’s hands clenched, all the while his polite smile remained in place.
“Yeah, I bet Ethan can use all the studying he can get, now that you aren’t helping me out any more.”
Sam nearly flinched at the accusation but Dean was the one who ended it, damn it! No matter that Sam might have been getting a little too comfortable with being a regular kid and forgetting about the hunt, he didn’t have to end them to show him. It was Dean’s own damn fault if his jealousy was still rearing its ugly head. He had no right any more.
“Exactly,” Ethan said as he pulled Sam with him. “Guess we’ll see you guys after class. Sam and I were thinking about going out to dinner this weekend, but maybe we could all hit a movie later?”
Sam could have kissed him for going with his charade and Dean’s eyes darkened even further as Ethan pulled him away.
They were almost to Sam’s dorm room when he finally let go of Ethan’s hand. “Thanks,” he said softly as he stopped in the hallway and got his room key out, opening the door to let Ethan follow him in. He threw himself across his bed and Ethan took a seat right there on the bed beside him. “You didn’t have to go along with it.”
“Well, what if I wanted to?” Ethan asked. “What if I’d really like to take you to dinner this weekend?”
“What?”
Ethan smiled as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly across Sam’s. Sam’s breath caught and Ethan’s smile brightened. “I’m asking you out Sam. You, me, dinner. Can we just see? You know we have a lot of chemistry. Let’s see where it goes.”
Sam wanted to say no. He didn’t want anyone else there with him, not like that. Ethan was a good friend, and yeah, maybe he would have been interested if this thing with Dean hadn’t happened, but it had. But he didn’t want to be alone, knowing that Dean was out, banging every girl he could get his hands on. Any guy too, now that Sam knew Dean swung that way. There would be no need to hide it.
“Yeah,” his voice was shaky as he answered. “Yes,” he said again, more confident. “Let’s do it then. Just … slow alright?”
“Yeah,” Ethan agreed with a small smile, brushing their lips together one more time. “Slow.”
On to Anatomy