Hugs Case

"Honestly Sammy, the swim team? Why do you want to try out for a pansy ass sport like that?" Dean says as they walk out of their suburban home in Lawrence, Kansas.

"It's not a 'pansy ass' sport Dean! Just drop me off at the try outs. You don't even have to watch me!" Sam exclaims climbing into the passenger side of their dads '67 Chevy impala.

"Argh, okay Sammy, but don't expect me to be happy about this. I don't want anyone thinking my baby bro is a wimp for being part of the swim team," grumbles Dean as he gets behind the wheel.

"They won't think I'm a wimp, Dean. Swimming is one of the most underappreciated sports in the world. Not only do you become super fit while doing it, it grabs the attention of every girl in the school."

"Pfft. Dream on Sammy. Girls don't think swimming is hot. Trust me. If they did, I would have been on the swim team years ago."

" Well you probably didn't realise this, what, smoking behind the bleachers with your druggie friend's dressed in your hand-me-down leather jacket? But girls actually like seeing a man dripping wet and half naked."

Dean looks at Sam with an eyebrow raised. "Hold on a sec... Are you telling me you're trying out for the swim team because you want to impress a girl?"

Sam clears his throat uncomfortably and looks out the window. "No Dean. Just... Just keep driving okay? We're going to be late."

Dean looks at him with lips curved up in a taunting smile. "It's Jessica isn't it?," he exclaims.

Sam drops the cell phone he was just getting out of his pocket onto his lap. He fumbles around with it before he steadys it and looks over at Dean with a bashful expression.

"Is it that obvious?"

Dean lets out a laugh. "I knew it! You're still pinning for her even after she's let you down, what, 3 times? 4?"

"It was only twice okay!? I still have a chance!" Sam replies embarrassed.

Dean rolls his head back in laughter before he looks back to the road with a smile on his face. "You're such a girl sometimes Sammy. You pine after Jessica like a puppy dog who wants cuddles.

Honestly dude, man up!"

"Shut up, Dean!"

"Alright, alright! Chill out man I'm just messing with you!," Dean says as he holds one hand up in defence with the other holding the steering wheel.

They drive into the schools parking lot and Dean finds his spot, speeding towards it.

"Do you always have to speed to that same parking spot? No one's going to take it from you, you know. Everyone's too afraid of what you'll do to them if they do," says Sam.

Dean shuts off the engine before looking at Sam mockingly. "They're too afraid of me? Well I wonder where they got that idea." Dean says rolling his eyes. He grabs the door handle and exits the car, Sam following suit.

"You know, if you started showing people the side of you that I see when we're alone, then people wouldn't find you so annoying to be around." Sam remarks subtly as he throws his sports bag over his shoulder.

Dean glances up at Sam with a curved smile as he lights a cigarette. "And what makes you think I want people to like me?"

Sam looks at him pityingly before retorting "You know what? Never mind. Go be with your loser friends and flirt with 90% of the schools population."

Dean looks at him slightly abashed "Dude what the hell! I don't flirt with everyone in the school." He huffs out. "Only the hot and interesting ones." He adds before taking a drag.

Sam shakes his head at him before making his way to the school's swimming pool. "Whatever. I'll see you later man."

Dean stops walking and looks towards Sam's departing figure. "Oh, fuck it. Wouldn't hurt to watch." Dean shrugs to himself before dropping the cigarette and stepping on it, changing his direction to follow his brother inside.

"Dean stop laughing!" Sam Barks.

Sam is in the changing rooms wearing bright blue speedos and a swimming cap. Dean is leaning against a locker a few spaces away coughing between fits of laughter.

"I'm sorry but honestly Sammy, what did you expect? You look like a moose without its antlers!" Dean says between his laughter.

Sam grumbles while fixing the cap over his shaggy brown hair. "You watch, Dean. I'll have Jessica's heart in no time."

"Keep dreaming, little bro." Dean says while flicking a leaf off of his black leather jacket.

Sam gives him one last annoyed look before making his way out to the try outs. Dean looks up as he walks out letting out a short chuckle. "Good luck Sammy." Dean whispers.

Dean looks around the changing room and realises he's all alone. He then takes out his phone before walking towards the door. He checks to see if Bobby had texted him about working at the garage this weekend. Without warning he walks straight into someone.

"Oi! Watch it!" Dean yelps as he steady's himself.

"Sorry I didn't mean to-," a low voice starts to say.

Dean looks up from his phone to see who the stranger was. His breath hitches as he takes in the person standing in front of him. A boy, around his age. Dark Hair. Lean body. Strong torso. Beautiful torso. Blue eyes. Stunning, stunning blue eyes. "Uh." Dean breathes out.

The Stranger looks at him with a confused expression. His eyebrows furrow in unison and his frown becomes apparent. "What are you doing here? You're not a part of the swim team." The stranger folds his arms over his chest and waits for a response.

Dean shakes his head before giving the stranger a flirtatious smile. "I hear you guys are the best looking team in the school. I just wanted to make sure for myself.