fandomhigh | Sexual Education [07/27]

"So, have fun this week with your toys?" Becky asked, smiling. "Sure hope so, 'cause it was to prep you for today's lesson."

She gestured to the table in front of her, where there was an assortment of items.

"Okay, first things first - tell all of us what you did with your toys this week. Then we're going to make one night stand kits."

She perched on the edge of the table, demurely crossing her legs. "So, you're all kind of dumb - or at least, you haven't proven that I don't have to spell things out for y'all. A one night stand is when you have sex with someone once, with no ties or commitments of any kind. Often there's alcohol involved."

Becky smirked. "A lot of times, it's fun. But sometimes you wake up and want to chew your own arm off because the other person is so ugly. ~~That's Coyote Ugly.~~ Either way, being prepared can't hurt."

"So," she continued, hopping off the table and passing around bright pink plastic bags, "today we're putting together kits. Take one of each of the things on the table. Ask me or one of your little friends if you don't know what something is."

"And!" she added happily. "Thank you to Sam Winchester for getting me information for this class. So much help, Sam. Here, have a gift certificate to the Sin."

Beaming, Becky went over and presented Sam with a voucher for a free night with any of the girls at the Sin.

If, of course, one took "presented" to mean "put it on the table without looking to see what he did with it."

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"Do you think she'd notice if I just didn't take it? Or would she get offended?" The fact that he was worried about offending a prostitute hadn't escaped him, really.

Dawn glanced over at Becky. "Maybe? And I don't think you want to offend her. She's really good friends with our archery professor."

"Oh god, I didn't even think about that." He glanced over at Becky, and then back at Dawn. "I guess I'd better take it. Hey, can you promise me something?"

"Sure," Dawn shrugged a shoulder. "What do you need?"

"Don't tell Dean about this? The last thing I need is for him to know that I've got a ticket for a free night of sex."

"...why would I tell Dean?" Dawn stared at him. "It's not like you guys talk about this...Oh my god, you don't talk about this kind of stuff, do you???"

She wondered if she should revisit the incognito plan.

"Talk about sex? Of course we do," Sam said, wondering if that was somehow the wrong response. "Not in explicit detail or anything, of course."

Dawn may have still looked a little hunted. Not to mention the extensive blushing. "How not explicit are we talking here?"

"Non explicit enough that I don't know anything about what you and Dean have done, except that you've spent the night together," Sam explained. "When I say we talk about sex, I mean that most of our conversations revolve around the fact that I'm not having any."

"We...didn't," Dawn whispered, not sure why she wanted Sam to know that so badly. "And why is it so important to him that you have sex? I mean, I cared when..." she abruptly remembered who she was talking to. "Nevermind."

"You didn't?" he whispered back, trying not to think about how relieved he suddenly felt. "Dean wants me to be happy and have some fun and lighten up. And I generally appreciate that, but if he finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it."

Dawn shook her head. They'd...but they hadn't...so Dawn didn't feel like she was lying to Sam. "It's nice that he wants that, but you know what you want, and he should trust you." She nodded firmly, brushing her hair out of the way. "I won't tell, I promise."

"Thank you," Sam said, sounding clearly relieved. "Now I just have to hope that no one else accidentally tells him, or Alec."

"Or the radio."

Sam's eyes widened. "Oh god. I didn't even think about the broadcast. I might be safe though - I don't think Dean ever listens to the radio."

"Oh, good. Then you'll be fine."

"Yes, I'll be fine. Everything will be fine." And maybe if he said it enough times, it would be true.

"Maybe you could raffle it off?" She suggested.

Sam shrugged, and nodded. "I could. I bet there are a lot of guys who would get better use out of it than I will."

"Or you could just wait until Alec's birthday?"

"What, and just give it to him? If Alec wants it, he's going to have to earn it."

"How would you make him earn it?" Dawn teased.

Sam gave her a playfully dirty look. "Not in any way that you're thinking right now."

Dawn grinned unrepentantly at him. "That's good. Because otherwise there'd be a return of the frying pan. You've got a head that should stay bump free."

"If you ever catch me doing anything with Alec, feel free to hit me, because I will have clear gone out of my mind, and it's possible that a blow to the head might knock me out of it."