#professor!sam

A/N: This is the last part to Teacher’s Pet. There WILL be a time stamp posted in a couple of days of Y/N and Sam’s first meeting. So watch for it!

"You got caught fucking a student of yours?" Dean asks before taking a drink of his beer. He and Sam were standing on the patio, frying up burgers for Ryanna's birthday. 

The events from the day before being the topic of conversation. "Yea, he walked right in while she was riding me."

"Daamn! Was she good at least?" Dean asks, wagging his eyebrows.

Sam huffed a laugh. "Dude, did you just ask that? Really?"

Dean's cheeks go pink and he clears his throat. "Yea, you're right. I wasn't thinking. Sorry."

Sam shakes his head and turns his attention back to the grill.

After a few minutes, Sam speaks up. "How are you and Bethany doing anyway? It's almost time, right?"

Sam looks through the patio door at his sister-in-law, his very pregnant sister-in-law.  She and Dean were expecting their fourth child, another boy.

By the sigh Dean lets out,  Sam already knows the answer.

"I swear Beth was not this cranky with John,  Charlie, or Ethan. If little Freddy doesn't make an appearance soon, I'm gonna need to move in here. I can't seem to do anything right.

"And don't even get me started on her disdain of her appearance. I never say the right things apparently. If I say she looks nice she cries; if I don't say anything, she cries. I just can't win, man!"

Sam chuckles at his older brother's rant. "I'm sure it's just hormones. It'll get better after she gives birth, I'm sure."

"She told me last week that I was going to have to start taking care of myself. Said I wasn't allowed to ever touch her again. Told me she was allergic to my dick because everytime she gets it, she swells up."

Sam can't help the laughter that bubbles out. He can just about imagine Bethany Winchester saying that. 

"It's not funny," Dean pouts. "It's not my fault she's so goddamned sexy and my boys are strong swimmers. I love fucking my wife." He shrugs as John and Charlie run by and both start chanting 'fucking'.

"Shit!" Dean exclaims as he sits down his beer. "Gotta go stop that before she hears it. I'll be in the doghouse for sure!"

After they all sit and eat and enjoy watching the birthday girl open presents, with help from her parents, John and Mary and Sam's in-laws leave.

Sam and Dean are sitting at the table when Dean brings up their earlier conversation.

"So, what's Y/N say about it?"

At that moment the patio door opens and the person in question steps out. 

"What do I think about what?" She asks as she sits on Sam's lap, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"Dean Shurley catching you two going at it," Dean supplies, wagging his eyebrows at her and smiling..

"Oh," she answers and can feel her cheeks heat up. " It was hella embarrassing! I'm sure he got an eyeful. But I showed him the marriage license and told him we weren't breaking the rules so there was nothing he could do."

"You carry your marriage license around with you?" Dean asks, confused.

"Hell yea," Y/N answers. "We screw so much in his office I knew we'd eventually get caught. This way neither of us would get in trouble."

"Smart," Dean says, clicking his beer bottle to hers.

"My wife is hella smart, " Sam says as he wraps an arm around her and squeezes. "By the way, in about 6 months you're going to be an uncle again."

You collected your things and stood, letting people past before you started making your own way to the door, smiling politely at people.

“Wait.” A few people glanced back, but his finger was pointed at you. Then he crooked it and beckoned you over. “Who are you?”

“I’m sorry?” you gave him a confused look.

He gave a slight shake of his head, studying you again. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“Now I’m just insulted. I mean, okay, I’m nothing special to look at but, come on.” He gave you a confused look. “I’ve been here all semester.” Now he looked doubtful. “I also take your World Religions class. Come on, Mr Winchester. Are you feeling okay? Did you get hit on the head?”

“What’s your name?”

“Jess.” There was a flash of something in his eyes, pain? “Albright?” you gave him a small smile. “I’ve been at this school for two years, you can check my file.”

“No-uh, no.. I just..” his face was scrunched up as he tried to wrack his brain for that name. “Religion, myth and lore? Why? I mean, this is a class on Vampires..”

“Dracula is a classic.” You shrugged with a teasing smile. “I like to travel. I like to know what I’m in for when I visit new places and new people. The traditions are fascinating. Beautiful, really. I’m also taking a few language classes.” you smiled at him. “Dads getting a little pissed about it, wants me in the family business, but I’m having fun learning.”

Half of his mouth pulled up into a smile and he let out a soft scoff. “Yeah, I know something about that.”

“Was there anything else, Mr Winchester? Because I really need to get going.” you pointed towards the door.

“Oh, no. Please, I’m sorry.” he stepped back and motioned towards the door. You smiled and started past him. When you were about half way to the door, he spoke again. “What languages are you taking?”

“Here? Latin.” you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “But I’m also learning Sanskrit. Or trying to..”

“Dead languages?”

“Hoping to find some interesting reads.” you sent him a wink. “See you next class.”

“Never thought I’d see you behind the wheel of a shitbox like this.” you chuckled as you dropped into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind you.

“Can’t exactly park the Impala out here and expect to stay incognito.”

“True. Hey, thought you said your brother was out of this life?”

“Sammy?” Dean looked over at you. “He is, why?”

“Looks like he’s raising the next generation.” You tossed your books onto Dean’s lap.

“What’s this?”

“From his classes. Religions, mythology and lore.. He’s teaching it all, Dean. He’s teaching them what they need to know and they don’t even know it.” Dean smiled to himself as he flipped through the notes. “He saw me, talked to me.” Dean's eyes shot up and over, the smile long gone. “Relax, old man. I fed him my cover. If he looks me up, I’m in the system.”

“Careful. Sammy isn’t easily fooled. He’s the smarter Winchester.” Dean muttered, closing the notebook and looking out over the parking lot as if afraid he’d been spotted too.

“He’s not. He knows what you taught him, what he learned in books. You taught me that shit too, Dean. You taught all of us.”

He tried to hide the smile that pulled at his lips and instead tossed your books back into your lap. “Just help me keep an eye on him. Don’t get fucking caught.” he pointed a finger at you.

“I won’t. Stay safe, Dean.”

“You too, kid.” Dean watched you get out, and head back towards the building. Once you were out of sight, he glanced back across to the other row of cars where he has a clear view of the Dodge Charger with plates in Sam’s name. Shifting lower in his seat, he got comfortable and pulled out the files he’d been reading all morning. Until he got a break in this case, he was going to keep an eye on his brother.

There was a pounding on your door, and you hurried over, looking out through the small peep hole before opening it. “Mr Winchester!” you gave a cautious glance back towards the kitchen. “ What are you-”

“Who are you?” You opened your mouth to answer, but he wagged a finger at you as he pushed past and entered into your front room. “Don’t bullshit me this time.” Once he was in the room, his back to you, he looked around before turning to face you as you shut the front door. “You’re not a damn student.”

“How’d you figure me out?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, you’re in the system. And it’s a damn good paper trail, but no one else can remember you before last week, either. The name wasn’t even in the damn system until you showed up in my class. You’re names not even Jess, is it?”

“What makes you say that?”

“I looked into that too. Jessica Gladyse Albright was barely 6 months old when she died back in 1982. Were you even born yet? Because I sure as fuck wasn’t.” He was glaring at you, angry. “So why are you here? Me?” You gave him a small nod. “What the hell do you want with me?”

“Relax, Sammy. She’s with me.”

Sam spun around to find Dean leaning on the doorway that lead to the kitchen. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, good to see you too, little brother.” Dean rolled his eyes as he pushed off and started into the room. “Been a long time.”

“What the hell is going on?” Sam looked between the two of you.

“You’re in danger.” Sam’s eyes settled on you when you spoke.

“She’s right, Sammy. Supernatural world finally remembered that I’m not the only living Winchester. And that the only thing I care about in this world is-”

“You.” you finished for him, and he shot you a look.

“Who’s she?” Sam pointed at you.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you held out a hand, not that he took it. Bringing your hand back to your side you sighed. “Real name this time, I promise. I’m from the Men of Letters.”

“Men of what?”

“He doesn’t know?” you looked at Dean who shook his head.

“We’ve got a lot to catch up on.” Dean licked his lips and motioned towards the couch, but Sam refused to move. “We’re legacies, but the American chapter was defunct. I started it back up.”

“Some of us can’t shake what happened to us.” Sam looked from his brother to you. “We can’t ignore what's out there. Dean took us in, taught us.” you smiled big and bright. “You should see the library, Sam. Everything there is to know about everything supernatural. The experiments they did…” you let out a soft sigh.

“You and dead languages is starting to make sense..” his eyes shifted to the floor as he processed. “What’s after me?”

“What isn’t.” you half chuckled.

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“Same thing today, Professor?”

“You know it, Y/N.  The coffee shop on campus never gets it right.”  You shook your head with a chuckle as you drew a random doodle on his cup and started working on his order.  

“To be honest, that’s exactly why I started my own coffee cart.  I was tired of overpriced coffee places screwing up my order.”

You watched as Sam pulled money out from his wallet.  He did the same thing whenever he paid.  Whatever change he got back, no matter the amount, it always went into your tip jar.  “Oh, did you guys ever hear back from that real estate agent?”

“Last week actually.  We’re working on a down payment for a small shop near the college.  Hakuna MaCoffee will eventually have a new home.”

“That’ll be sad day for me.”  You handed him his receipt and coffee with a confused look on your face.

“Why’s that?”

“No reason.”  He winks at you and then walks away without saying another word.  

--

You could see him out of the corner of your eye talking to another professor.  Sam glanced your way with a smile  and your stomach started fluttering.  Instead of standing there staring at Sam like a creep, you got to work on his order.  

Pouring the coffee into a to-go cup, you grabbed a marker and drew a sunflower on the side of his cup.  You rolled your eyes at how cheesy you were being, but Sam always brightened your day.  “Well good morning Y/N, I hope today is treating you well.”

“It is now that you’re here.”  You handed him his cup with a grin.  

“I bet you say that to all of your customers.”  

You winked at Jo as you started to hand him back his change.  “I’m afraid that’s reserved for the good looking professors that visits me every day.”

“Looks like I’ll have to start scaring away all these other professors.”

“Are you claiming me as your own Mr. Winchester?”  Your face was flushed and Jo was laughing into her hand at the two of you.  

“I’m not ready for that kind of commitment, sweetheart.”  He tuts as he places his change into the tip jar with a grin.  “Doesn’t mean I can’t come by enjoy the coffee.”

“I guess, until then you aren’t allowed scaring my other customers away.”  He winks and starts laughing to himself as he walks away.  

--

Sam was nowhere to be found.

You sighed as other customers trickled in slowly  You were leaning with your elbows on the metal counter and you were bored.  Today had been such a slow day.  The rain didn’t help any, and it certainly wasn’t helping your mood.  

“I’m cold, I’m wet and I’m just done with today.”

“Well that’s a shame, I was looking forward to having a cup of what my brother calls “the best coffee on campus.”

You met his gaze and wow, were his eyes green.  “How can I... “  You gulped nervously as the gentleman in front of you chuckled at your behavior.  “how can I help you?”

“Can I get a large black coffee and whatever Sam gets daily?”

“Sam, as in Professor Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’d be him.  Says he comes by here everyday, and now I’m starting to wonder if this coffee is that good or if it’s not just the girl running the stand.”

“He sent you to get his coffee?”  You looked down and noticed that Dean was also carrying multiple bags of food.  

“He has to lecture off campus in a couple of weeks, and he wanted to make sure everything is in order for his classes here.  Heaven forbid he eat something unhealthy.”  You chuckled and pulled out two large to go cups, and got to work.

“I have to ask, only because I’m curious, how did you get roped into being an errand boy for your brother?”

“I made the mistake of trying to surprise my brother when I went on my lunch break.  You see, I’m a mechanic and my shop is about 10 or 15 minutes away.”  Dean opens up his wallet and lays one of his business cards on the metal counter.  “Next time, I’ll call.”

“That sounds like a smart plan.”  While your back is turned, Dean grins and pulls a pen out of his pocket.  He flips the card over and writes out a string of numbers.  You owe me Sammy.  I know things haven’t been the same since she broke up with you, but you can’t let that hold you back.  

“That’ll be 6.50”  

“Oh wow, that’s way cheaper than what I thought it was going to be.”  You watch as Dean pulls out a ten from his wallet, and tells you to keep the change for being an awesome barista.  

“You two are definitely brothers.”  You chuckle to yourself as you lean across the counter to put the remaining 3.50 in your tip jar.  “I hope you enjoy your coffee.”

Dean tapped the business card in front of him before grabbing the cardboard handle of the drink carrier.  “Don’t lose this, okay?”

“I won’t.”  You thank him for his business once again, and as Dean is walking away, you try your hardest not to stare at his ass.  “Get it together, Y/N.”  

--

Fall shifted into Winter, and you sighed in frustration.  All that hard work during the fall, and they gave your building to someone else.  You were so damn close too.  All that work, and for what?  No, you shook your and started looking again.  You compared how much money you had saved up and all the other building listings, and sighed.  None of these were in your price range.  You’d need a miracle.  

--

The snow started melting and with Jo’s encouragement, you found yourself back on campus with your coffee cart.  Business was slow, but it was you needed to get out of the funk you were in.  You were working hard on an order when you saw a familiar face in line.  

“Hey, you’re back!”

You were genuinely surprised.  “You noticed I was gone?”

“Of course I did.  You’re my source of coffee.”  

Jo grinned as she made up Sam’s cup of coffee, and handed it to you once it was finished.  “Well, here’s your coffee.”  

He handed you two things before leaving.  The money for his drink, and an envelope.  “Wait until I’m gone to open that, okay?”

“Professor Winchester?”  He stopped in his tracks and looked back at you.  “See you after class.”  Sam smiles with a nod and makes his way towards the college.

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Risk @let-it-go-and-let-it-live

Rude Awakening @docharleythegeekqueen

Star-Crossed @just-another-busy-fangirl

Thank You For Being Quiet @jayankles

The Coach and The English Teacher @notnaturalanahi

Unapologetically Yours @samwincstr

What Are The Odds? @dancingalone21

Winter Dance @fictionalabyss

Yes, Professor? @unadulteratedstorycollector

Yes, Professor Winchester @luci-in-trenchcoats

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Jensen -

After All This Time @bringmesomepie56

Black Ice @iwantthedean

Graduation Present @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms

Professor Jensen @hernameiswhatt

The Substitute @luci-in-trenchcoats

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Sam -

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Adore @angelkurenai

A Masterpiece @fictionalabyss

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How Bad? @thran-duils

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