Sam Tells a Dean Story.
“When I woke up, he was in the kitchen fixing cereal and milk for breakfast. He looked exhausted, hon. I thought the worst. My paper was on the table. There was an explanation on how she had misread it and the ‘F’ was scratched out and there was a big, red ‘A’ on it. I jumped him about sleeping with her to get my grade and giving her more power over all of us. He just stared at me and walked out.”
"Oh Sam," she whispered.
“It gets better, Sarah. I got to school and when I got to her class, she looked horrible, worse then Dean did. That made me feel sick....Dean and her. She made no passes at any one...just taught the class. She asked me to stay after class. Everyone stared at me. I knew what they were thinking. She waited until the last student left and walked to my desk. She sat on the desk in front of me and turned sideways. She apologized. I must’ve really looked confused. I know I was. She said I could go. I got to the door and I couldn’t help it, Sarah. I asked her what she and Dean did last night.”
She said nothing, just waiting for him to continue.
Sam was silent for a moment. “She, uh....she said. that....that Dean....well... he took her...Dean took her hunting.”
Sam laughed, "Yeah. The area was having trouble with an incubus. Dean heard about it but wasn’t sure how to draw one out. He’d called Bobby who told him they went after women. He figured since she was so crazy about sex she might attract one. He got rid of a demon that night and she’ll never forget it. I doubt she chases after her students any more. I got the story out of Dean when I got home and apologized.”
"I'd say he handled it the right way," she told him. "NO child needs to be preyed upon like that and for her to feel the attentions of a predator, I think it helped put that into perspective. Maybe more rapists and the like should be handled that way."
“Yeah, he did, Sarah, but what would he have done after telling her was unattainable if that demon hadn’t existed? He sometimes says things he shouldn’t say. It’s just Dean. He was trying to pull her off me. Thing is he’d been through too much already between those guys at the pool hall and Dad without her being added to it. It could have gone badly for him. It didn’t, but it could have. That’s what I mean. Dean will say what he thinks. He wasn’t bad about before the other, but he got that way. I think it’s bravado. I just wanted you to understand him a little better. Let’s go to bed. If you’re making ornaments and stuff tomorrow, you need rest. Dean won’t be here to cut stuff until evening.” Sam reached down and took her hand and pulled her to her feet, drawing her towards the bedroom.
She went with him, yawning deeply as the tiredness hit her.