I would like to dedicate this very badly written ficlet to @corrupteddean who put this idea into my head:
This was intended to be pure smut then feelings got in the way, fucking brothers (pun not intended) never do what you want them to.
It feels like they’ve been at it for hours.
When Sam walked into his Introduction to English class the last thing he expected to see and hear was his brother in a pair of glasses introducing himself as their professor. It’d been a year since he last saw him, a year since he broke his heart and left him and their dad behind and came to Palo Alto.
All through class he wonders what possessed Dean to follow him, ‘maybe he’s actually possessed?’ After he left he thought he’d never see Dean again, he was sure his big brother hated him for never telling him about Stanford and turning his back on him, severing their more than brotherly relationship in the process.
It doesn’t take long after class to get an answer, as soon as the last student walks out, Dean shuts the classroom door and kisses him.