A Potentially Dangerous Impression: SPN/HSM, Sam Winchester/Ryan Evans, R (13/?)
Title: A Potentially Dangerous Impression (part 13 of ?)
Author: sally_simpson76
Fandoms: Supernatural collides with High School Musical
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Ryan Evans
Rating: R
Word Count: 1197, this chapter
Disclaimers: The usual. I am in no legal or professional way associated with any of the assorted films, shows, studios, actors, etc. I do not pretend this story actually happened, particularly as it's about fictional characters.
Summary: East High is the scene of a bizarre string of cyclical unexplained murders. It's got to be a job for Sam and Dean, but only one of them can go undercover as a high school student.
In this chapter: Dean and Sam come to some sort of understanding about Ryan.
Huge thanks to zillah975 for sparing us from the awful working title "Of Wildcats and Winchesters."
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Our players: Sam Winchester, Ryan Evans, Dean Winchester, Sharpay Evans
"All right, all right." Dean rolled his eyes and pulled the pitcher of beer closer to him, then topped off his glass. "You've been doing that tight-lipped prissy fuming thing all evening. Just say it already."
"Just say it?" Sam echoed, and Dean could see that 'prissy' had really struck home. "Sharpay is Ryan's twin sister, Dean. His sister!"
"So?" The dish of bar snacks got pulled closer as well, and Dean began digging through it in search of anything unrelated to peanuts. "Do you think it's true what they say about these things?"
Sam blinked, his train of thought clearly derailed. "What?"
"These things," Dean insisted, and held up a mini-pretzel by way of example. "You know, that they're actually crawling with more germs than your average toilet seat?"
"Dean." Wincing, Sam grabbed for his paper napkin and tried to wipe any remaining crumbs from his mouth. "That's totally disgusting."
"Yeah, but it makes sense, you know? Because these dishes just sit out in the open air, where anyone can touch 'em, and you don't know if people even washed their hands or whatever." He raised an eyebrow at Sam's pained expression. "Hey, I know a lot about microbiology." Tossing a pretzel into the air, Dean tipped his head back and caught it in his mouth, easy. The hardest part was keeping himself from choking on his laughter when Sam looked like he was going to just... well, choke.
"I think I'll stick to the Buffalo wings." Sam rubbed a hand over his eyes, an old gesture which still put Dean on the alert, and fast.
"You sleeping badly again?"
"Huh? No." Sam shook his head, but the frown lines stayed put.
"You sure?" Dean shifted in the booth, trying to get a really good look at Sam's eyes in the dim bar lighting. "No nightmares, massive migraines, evil premonitions, nothing?"
"I'm fine, Dean," Sam insisted, and now he just had his usual exasperated thing going on. "I'm just...." He trailed off, and his mouth tightened into a frown again.
"...Oh. That." Dean nodded, like this was no news to him; and really, it shouldn't have been. After all, the signs were all there: new crush, souvenirs of a hot evening, but no let-up in tension the morning after. "So, um." Clearing his throat, Dean tried to work his way around the words that he really just didn't want to be dealing with at all. "You gonna see Ryan again?"
Sam shrugged, which might have been uncommunicative avoidance for anyone else, except that Dean could read Sammy like a book.
"Yeah, well. You should then, I guess. I mean, if he... which I guess he would, really. Except for, well, you know. And then there's the hat thing. I mean, seriously, green? But I guess that as long as... well, okay, sure. Whatever." Dean shrugged and knocked back a large swallow of beer.
Sam stared at him for a long confused moment. "What?"
And now it was Dean rubbing his eyes like he had a damn headache. "Fuck, Sam, you want me to spell it out? You have my blessing, go," he said, and made a shooing gesture with his hands. "Go have hot monkey sex with Mr. Debutante, Junior."
Unbelievable, Dean thought. Sam actually had the balls to look offended. "Dean, I don't need your blessing."
"I know that," Dean insisted, although really Sam could have been a tiny bit more grateful, or sensitive, or something. "He's cute, I get it. I saw the mouth thing, I know what you meant by that. And if he were a girl, I could totally see..." he trailed off thoughtfully.
"Yeah, about that," Sam cut in, and Dean realized he'd made a tactical error. "Dean, she's his sister. Don't. I mean, just don't."
"Why not?" Insulted - okay, more on principle than anything else - Dean shot a glare at Sam and then raised their empty pitcher at a passing waitress, signaling for a refill. Which he was clearly going to need in order to deal with this hypocrisy. "She's hot. And she can't possibly be any less legal than Ryan is, so don't you start that shit. But Sam, seriously. When I said I had a fantasy about hot blonde twins? This is not what I had in mind."
"Yeah, I'm so sorry to be deflating one of your many many fantasies," Sam muttered. He combed a hand through his hair and then looked up as the waitress brought a fresh pitcher of beer. "Thank you."
"Thank you," Dean echoed, flashing her a smile. She gave him a sassy grin back - who could blame her? - and he craned his head over his shoulder to check out her ass as she walked away. "Nice."
Watching him, Sam groaned.
"All right, enough. First you're pissed that I checked out Sharpay, now you're pissed that I'm looking at someone else," Dean shot back. "Seriously, Sammy. Make up your mind."
"My mind... might just be too fragile to deal with this right now," Sam replied, but Dean was relieved to see a hint of his usual grin there. Then Sam pulled back and gave him a penetrating look, which had the effect of making Dean just a tiny bit uneasy. "You sure you're okay with this? Ryan, I mean?"
Dean frowned. He drummed his fingers on the table. He looked away in search of the cutie waitress again, idly glanced over at the rowdy pool game going on in the corner, whistled tunelessly for a few seconds... and then eventually wound up right back where he was. "Yeah," he said finally, and massaged the nape of his neck with his fingers. "I mean, you know I don't get it. You know that, Sam," he said firmly, and this time he gave his brother that unyielding stare right back. "He's a guy. Why you'd want to be with another guy, when you already know he's got all the same working parts as you..." Dean shrugged. "I just don't see where's the fun in that. But honestly, I mean, dude. If you picked out an ugly girl? I'd be wondering the same thing, so... yeah, fine."
Sam watched him in silence for a long moment, and Dean caught the way Sam was trying to hold back the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. "So... that's your blessing," he said finally.
"There it is." Dean nodded and refilled his glass, watching as the beer foamed up to the rim.
Now the grin spreading across Sam's face was evil enough to make Dean more than just a little nervous. "And you totally agree with me about his mouth."
"What? Hey, no, I didn't say that," Dean protested, but Sam was shaking his head like Dean had already lost this round. "I said, I noticed what you were talking about. That's all I said! Not that I agree, not that it turns me on, none of that. I noticed, Sammy. I'm observant. That's all!"
"That's all you're admitting to, I understand," Sam said, and his soothing tone of voice sounded like he was agreeing, but Dean knew that was really no agreement at all.
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