You're Not Gay. I'm Just A Really Good Kisser.
"I'm gay."
I don't know which one was worse, hearing Sam say that he was gay the first time or the second time, but what I did know was that he was wrong. I mean, hell, as his best friend, wasn't I entitled a say in this? I knew, Sammy. Like the back of my hand. He was like the brother I wish I'd had and so to see him here, looking so proud of himself for thinking something that clearly wasn't right... it bugged me.
Sam wasn't gay.
Sammy was just different. He was just more reserved is all and I know that if he had kissed a girl at that party, that he wouldn't think he was gay right now. Hell, that's why I offered to kiss him. I wanted to show him that he really wasn't gay and that whatever he was feeling was just a phase that all guys go through.
Problem was, he liked it.
And hey, not to sound cocky or anything, but come on, why wouldn't he? I was a great kisser. Had tons of experience doing it, and I should've known that kissing him would be a bad idea- that giving him my all wouldn't scare him off but only lure him in further. Cause now my best friend is stuck thinking that he's gay when I know that deep down, he really isn't. Not because I was a homophobe or because I felt uncomfortable with the possibility of Sammy being gay, but because I knew everything about this boy, and being gay is not one of them.
"So what does that mean now? You gonna start wearing pink and swaying your hips when you walk?" I yawned, leaning against the locker next to Sam's as he pulled his school books out from his.
He scowled. "You're an idiot."
"What? I'm serious." I kinda was.
He shut his locker. "No, Dean. I'm not gonna be doing any of that shit. Look, me being," he lowered his voice, "gay doesn't change anything. I'm still the same guy from before, I just like dudes instead of chicks." Even that sentence didn't sound right coming from him. "Don't give me that look. I thought you'd support me no matter what." His voice wavered a little at the end, like he was actually worried that I wouldn't support him and he'd be left on his own, but I wouldn't do that to Sam. I cared about him.
Even if he was acting like an idiot right now.
"No, no. I still am. I'm just trying to imagine you taking it up the butt."
Sam choked on his spit, face flushing red as his eyes flashed to mine in horror. "W-what?"
I rolled my eyes, starting towards our class. "Puh-lease. You're so not a top, even I can see that."
"S-shut up. You don't know anything." He huffed, glaring at the floor for a moment before peeking towards me. "Besides, isn't imagining me with another guy a little gay of you?" He smirked and I wrinkled my nose, punching his shoulder lightly.
"Another reason why I can't believe you're gay. Your gaydar is so off."
Sam grumbled under his breath and followed me into class, sitting beside me and watching the teacher with his normal nerdy focus while I was focusing on more important things.
Helping Sammy see the truth.
Clearly making Sam try and get girls didn't work, but what about the other way around? There were plenty of girls here who'd throw themselves at him, it was just a matter of finding them. I smiled a little, peeking over at Sam from the corner of my eye.
Don't worry. I got you, Sammy. By the end of this week, you'll be set straight again, and the next words out of your mouth on this topic will be:
'I'm not gay.'
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Was the Dean chapter a good touch? Or should I just stick to Sam? Sigh. Tough decisions
-Cooki
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I'm Not Gay
FanfictionDean is determined to set his best friend straight and Sam is more than willing to let him, because 'I'm not gay' is easier to say than 'I love you'.
