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The roar of the Impala jerked Sam out of his post-orgasmic doze. “Dean’s gone,” he said softly.
“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Horatio said. He ran his fingers through Sam’s sweaty hair. “He was in the hall watching us again. And if he was moving around the house then he probably saw John and Bobby too.”
“And it was just too much for him,” Sam said. “You’d think Dean had red hair with how stubborn and temperamental he can be.”
Horatio rolled Sam onto his back. “Do you want to rephrase that?” he asked as he picked up the lube.
“You wouldn’t,” Sam said.
“I wouldn’t what?” Horatio smirked as he slicked two fingers and slid them into Sam’s body. “I can’t until we get some toys, Sam, and then I can drive you crazy whenever I want.”
“You do that already,” Sam panted as his cock started coming back to life. “Can’t you tell?”
Horatio licked Sam’s left nipple and nipped it carefully. “I can tell I’m going to have to wear you out every night so you sleep better,” he said. He started thrusting his fingers. “Are you willing to give it a try?”
“You honestly think I’m going to say no?”
Horatio chuckled, his teeth pressing against Sam’s skin, the vibrations causing Sam to arch up a little. As Horatio sped up his pace, Sam wrapped his right hand around his erection and started stroking in time to the push into his body.
“Do you want another finger, Sam?” Horatio asked.
“Please,” Sam moaned. He cried out at the loss as Horatio added more lube to his fingers. When Horatio pushed them back in, Sam’s body clamped down trying to draw Horatio’s fingers further into him.
“Slow, Sammy, or you’re going to finish too soon,” Horatio whispered. He leaned up and captured Sam’s lips with his own. Horatio marveled at the taste of his lover as his tongue explored Sam’s mouth almost leisurely.
As Sam’s hips started thrusting, pushing his erection into his own hand and his ass back onto Horatio’s fingers, the lovers broke apart for air and just stared at each other until Sam came, crying Horatio’s name.
“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?” Horatio asked as he cleaned them up.
“I think so,” Sam smiled, his eyes already starting to droop.
“Sleep, Sammy,” Horatio said. “I’ve got you.”
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John and Bobby were up early the next morning and noticed almost immediately that the Impala and Dean were both gone. “Stubborn pup,” John sighed.
“No good calling him neither,” Bobby said. “I suspect he saw us last night, John.”
“I’m going to leave him a message anyway,” John said, phone to his ear. “Hey Dean, look, I know you’re shook up and upset right now. Take as long as you need to work things through. Sam, me and Bobby will be here whenever you need to talk. You’re still my son, Dean, and I’ll always love you.”
Bobby rubbed his lover’s shoulder. “We mighta been one shock too many,” he said. “Hearing that your dad is bi is one thing. Seeing him in bed with one of his oldest friends is another.”
“I’m honestly surprised Dean didn’t work it out before now,” John said.
“We must hide it better than Sam and Horatio,” Bobby said. “But, then again, we’ve had more time to practice too.”
“I just wish he hadn’t run,” John said.
“He’ll come back, when he’s ready,” Bobby said. “John, I think its time we head home too. Sammy and Horatio need some time and space to set up their house and get their lives back in order. And they don’t need us hanging around while they do it.”
John smiled. “At least I know Sam is going to be safe.” He glanced up when a dark-haired stranger walked in. “Yes?”
“You must be Sam’s dad,” the man said. “I’m Tim Speedle, Speed to almost everyone. Have H or Sam shown their faces yet this morning?”
“Nope, and based on the noises we heard from the room, they won’t be up for a while,” John said. “You’re the member of Horatio’s team that cooks.”
“Secretly, yes,” Speed said. “Actually, that’s why I’m here this morning. I was going through my books and found a couple of things that I had duplicates of and thought I’d leave ‘em for Sam.”
“He was telling us how you and your team accepted him,” Bobby said. “Means a lot to both John and me to know that Sam’s got friends here who know the truth about his life and still accept him.”
Speed snorted. “I’m still not sure what to think about the whole vampire thing, but I’m willing to believe the rest of it,” he said. “Especially after our ME found out about Sam and took him under her wing. She’s a mother hen of the first rate and takes in strays.”
“Like you, Speed,” Horatio said as he joined the group. “John, I’m sorry about Dean. I suspect he saw you last night. Sammy had a nightmare and I know Dean was at least outside our room.”
“That’s what we thought,” John sighed. “He’s too much like me at times, Horatio. I think we’re just going to have to wait for him to come back to us.”
“I’m with you on that one,” Horatio said. “Tim, what can I do for you?”
“I found some cookbooks for Sam,” Speed said. “And I thought I’d bring them over on my way to the lab.”
Horatio took the books with a smile. “He’s going to be asleep for a while yet, but I’ll make sure he gets these,” he said. “Tell Calleigh I’ll be in around noon today, please.”
“You got it, H,” Speed said. “Nice to meet you.”
“Does he always just walk in like that?” Bobby asked.
“Most of the time, yes,” Horatio replied. “He’s had a key since I moved in here and treats it like a second home. But as he and Sam get along so well, I’m not going to take it back.”
“Wise of you,” John said. “Horatio, Bobby and I were talking and I think we’re going to head out after lunch today. Let you and Sam start your life together without us hanging over your shoulders.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay a couple more days?” Horatio asked.
“We would, but then that could easily turn into a week, then a month and then where would we be?” John said. “Nah, we’ll take off today, much as it’ll hurt, but we’ll keep in touch with you guys.”
“If you’re sure,” Horatio said.
“We are,” Bobby said.
Three years later….
Dean stood in the back of the auditorium and watched. He’d received four phone calls over the past couple of months asking him to be there, but until the last one, he hadn’t been sure he was going to attend or not. Sam, John and Bobby had all called and left messages about what was going on. Dean hadn’t answered a call from any of them since he’d left Miami, the sense of hurt and betrayal still too deep for him to try and express it in words. But he listened to every message they left, no matter how long or short, if only to hear their voices.
While Dean had wanted to stay mad, time and distance had cooled his emotions a little and he realized that he really did miss his family. The problem was that he didn’t know how to let them know that, so he just stayed away. He’d hit Miami a couple times a year just to check on Sam and make sure that his brother was okay. Dean had been amazed at the changes in Sam every time he saw him. Sam had never looked so happy, healthy and relaxed when he’d been at Stanford and Dean started to wonder if maybe Horatio did have something to do with that. He still found the idea of two men together sick and wrong, but he was also starting to think that maybe he’d be able to overlook it if it wasn’t constantly thrown in his face and if it made Sam happy.
“Samuel Winchester,” the dean said, the microphone allowing his voice to echo through the room.
Dean watched as Sam made his way up and received what he assumed was a diploma. Dean had been on a hunt the day Sam graduated from high school and Sam never had the chance to graduate from college before he moved to Miami. He caught sight of a glint of gold on Sam’s left hand and frowned – it was a ring. That hadn’t been mentioned in any of the messages. Hell, Dean didn’t think it was even possible for two men to get married.
He shifted his position a little and saw that his dad, Bobby and Horatio were all waiting for Sam at the end of the ramp. Sam hugged all of them and then, to Dean’s shock, kissed Horatio. Dean didn’t think that would go over too well with the audience and was surprised when no one said or did anything.
With a small sigh, Dean continued his internal debate, the same one that had been running the whole way to Miami. The final phone call, from Horatio, had convinced him to come down. Horatio hadn’t said anything the others hadn’t, but there was something in his tone that had caught Dean’s attention and made him start thinking. He’d remembered what Sam said about Horatio losing his own kid brother. Dean didn’t know what he’d do if Sam was dead and didn’t know how Horatio dealt with the pain that loss had to have caused. That, really, was what had brought Dean to Miami. The tone told him that maybe he had a chance to make things right.
Once everyone had crossed the stage the crowd thinned a little as they moved into the reception area. Dean followed at a distance, Sam’s height and Horatio’s red hair making it easy for him to keep track of his family. He didn’t know what he was going to say when he finally caught up with them. He didn’t even know if he wanted to catch up with them, but finally he did.
“Dean,” Sam said warily.
“I’m proud of you, Sammy,” Dean said as he pulled his brother into a hug.
And, as Sam hugged him back, Dean realized that everything would finally be all right in his world.