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[Sep. 29th, 2009|04:51 pm] |
The move went...well..."well" that's better. I'm tired and not entirely thrilled about the house but it's growing on me slowly. Anyway, here's new Mikey
Title: Straight Talk.
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs Jared/Jensen
Rating :R
Words10,300/2,911,000
Warnings: Wincest,
Summary: Michael and Alex arrive at Auldbrass with Jared, Jensen, Ryan, and some scandalous news.
Notes::AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
Waiting for Michael and company to arrive was driving Dean crazy. It was like waiting for a kid to be born or for Sam to put dinner on the table. It hadn't even been a week since Dean saw him last but that week felt like at least a month. He understood that Michael had other obligations that were a priority in his life but Dean wanted to be selfish and he wanted him around all the time.
The week without him was really supposed to prepare Dean for June when Michael would be gone for a month but it didn't really do that. If anything it made Dean more nervous because he didn't think he could do it. Michael wasn't like the rest of the kids and as much as he trusted Alex, Dean was never going to be completely relaxed unless he was keeping an eye on him. He realistically knew Michael could take care of himself and Alex could do the rest but Dean still worried and impatiently waited.
During breakfast he was tapping his feet a lot and drumming his fingers which Mikey and Sam both asked him to stop doing. After breakfast he started pacing some but then Sam wanted help with the dishes so he had to stop. All Dean wanted was something fun to occupy himself with and luckily Jeremy came through like he always did. Dean was just about to change his clothes to throw pots for a couple of hours when Jeremy ran into the kitchen in a complete state of disarray. Mikey actually called him a hot mess but Dean begged to differ because he was just a mess that negated his inherent Winchester hotness.
Not only was Jeremy still in his pajamas which consisted of a pair of baggy pants and a paint splattered and torn t-shirt, but half of his hair was wild and bushy while the rest was perfect smooth and straight. Ollie nearly had a complete breakdown to see Jeremy with such unmanageable curls and Ethan and Evan were horrified at the mismatched pajamas. Dean sent all the kids out of the kitchen with James after that because clearly he had to protect them.
Apparently Jeremy had been up late "talking" with Aaron. He said that were just talking but Dean knew damn good and well that every self respecting queer wouldn't just talk when their bitch was in another state. Talking meant spanking it all night long or at least four times which Sam thought sounded like an appropriate number. That explained why Jeremy had slept so late but it didn't explain why his head looked like nine cats had been sucking on it.
Dean never really figured Jeremy for serious displays of dramatics but he was really upset and when he explained what had happened it mostly came out in mumbles and whispers while he pointed at the flat iron in his hand. Dean had no idea what the hell was going on so he just assumed Jeremy had used the flat iron to get himself off and now it and his hair by association smelled like butt. He was a little tempted to ask if that's what had happened but then he'd want to know if Jeremy had the iron on while he was working the back door for a little painful fun.
During the second explanation Dean sort of heard Jeremy whimper about his iron being broken but it was still a little unclear since he was practically sobbing. Seeing someone cry wasn't ever really funny, but Dean had to laugh about Jeremy crying over his broken flat iron, if that's what was going on. Sam obviously understood because he started to comfort Jeremy who whined a little more and showed off his broken toy and it's sad limp cord.
He actually sort of looked like Milo when he couldn't figure out how something worked. He had a few little toys where things had to fit in specific spaces and if he couldn't get it he'd become so upset and have to turn to Sam for help. Milo would hold up his little star shaped block and pout until Sam showed him where it went. He was great at that but unfortunately he had no idea how to fix a straightening iron and banging it on the counter was just making Jeremy more upset. Dean tried to fix it too, but his attempt was basically just him hitting the iron with a big heavy griddle which elicited more cries of anguish.
"Can I borrow yours!"
"I..I don't have one." Sam said. "I have one at home."
"Why don't you have one here!"
"It's South Carolina…" Sam said before he paused. "I could not shower for a week and still be the most glamorous person in the state."
"Dean?" Jeremy asked. "Did you bring your iron?"
"No! I brought my testicles though!"
"Dean…come on now. We all know you make yourself into a pretty girl each day."
"I so don't spend like twenty minutes each day with that contraption…whatever that is there…some kind of devil tool looks like…for devils…"
Jeremy and Sam were holding on to each other but they both took a moment to give Dean the shady side eye. Dean did spend a lot of time on his hair but that was only because Billy had given him a ridiculously expensive millionaire haircut and it had to be maintained. Some days Dean missed his short little spiky hair, but then Sam or Ollie would make sexy faces at him and he'd spend some time tossing his mane around like a magnificent stallion or at least a pony. Dean had considered cutting his hair short again a few weeks ago but then Sam pouted and Ethan and Evan freaked out since they liked to play chic New York salon.
"Did you really not bring your straightening iron?" Sam asked. "What if we go out to dinner?"
"It's South Carolina."
"What about for Thanksgiving?"
"I assumed I'd borrow Jeremy's iron so…"
"Corky."
"Excuse me?"
"Corky." Jeremy said again. "His name is Corky!"
"Uh…" Sam said before clearing his throat. "Why don't you and James take a ride to the Wal-Mart in Beaufort? You can buy a new one."
"Wal-Mart!"
"Now you done it." Dean whispered. "Would you use a straightening iron from Wal-Mart?"
"Well, no…" Sam said. "But then I'm so rich that an iron from Wal-Mart wouldn't work on me."
"And it'd burn out those highlights…"
"What'd you say!"
"Nothing." Dean smiled. "Jeremy, we'll order you a new one, it'll be at home when we get back."
"I need it now!"
"Why?"
"I…I just need it. I'm going to look online and see if I can find one…before Monday…"
"Oooh!" Sam whispered. "I see!"
"Shut up!"
Sam was always a little sharper so he was already dancing around the kitchen by the time Dean figured out what was going on. Jeremy was all upset because without his iron he wouldn't look his best and he had to look his best on Monday because that's when Aaron was arriving. Dean thought that was really cute and maybe a little sweet but like Sam, the big brother in him won out. Sam was dancing and giggling so Dean joined in which made Jeremy's face turn bright red.
"Hey!"
"Your boyfriend's back he's gonna wanna get a butt!"
"Hey now!" Dean sang. "McPriesty's back he's gonna further soil your reputation!"
"You guys are dicks!"
"Aww, do a want me to do a tappy tap and find you a new flat iron?" Dean frowned. "Baby brotha?"
"I would appreciate that because…"
"And then you can make yourself all pretty for a big stwong Awwon! He'll bust in here and sweep you off your feet and carry you to your room…"
"And gently lay you down on the bed." Sam said. "Gurrrrl! He gon break that ass in like a new pair of Pradas!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!" Dean yelled back. "Lemme tell you, when you go without for as long as you have all kinds of crazy stuff can happen. Sammy and I had a dry spell and when we got it on again I was a total top."
"And I was a power bottom." Sam grinned. "That was an awesome seven minutes."
"It's only been a week."
"That's like six years in gay." Dean nodded. "He's the top now and that dick is…"
"I really miss him."
"We know." Sam smiled. "We've noticed."
"You're not going to make fun of me?"
"Later." Dean shrugged. "In private."
Dean could have very easily kept on making fun of Jeremy with Sam, but he really felt for him. Two guys in love being apart was one thing but Jeremy was missing a brother as well and it just so happen to be a brother he had previously lost. Dean understood how much he was missing him and why he wanted everything to be perfect when Aaron arrived on Monday. Dean didn't have a straightening iron with him, but if he had to he was going to drive all over the place looking for the best one South Carolina had to offer.
"I've had this for ten years and now it's broken."
"Maybe you shouldn't use something for so long." Sam laughed. "You were straightening your hair when you were fourteen?"
"Sam, I'm really good looking." Jeremy said quite seriously. "It's important my hair is also really good looking."
"And a can't do it wit a curls!"
"You are a racist." Dean whispered before he turned around. "Hey, baby!"
"Did a say he don like a curls!"
Dean nodded very seriously and then took a step away from Jeremy because there was no way he was getting his ass kicked as well. Ollie had been ushered out of the kitchen with the rest of the kids but he came back and he was packing. He had a bucket that was filled with all his favorite products for making nice curls because if Jeremy was going to look busted up someone had to help him out.
"It's not that, it's that your curls are so utterly fabulicious that…"
"Wha! Don spit on a cupcake and say is fwosting!" Ollie screamed. "A shame, devil!"
"Help." Jeremy whispered. "Sam?"
"Don't drag me down with you, devil."
"Baby, what do you have in that bucket?" Dean asked. "Is that the Be Curly kit from Aveda that daddy got you?"
"Wit a hair potions!"
"I ran out last week." Sam said. "Beanie, can daddy use some of your…oh my…nevermind."
Ollie's jaw had pretty much just hit the floor because he was never ever going to help Sam with his hair. When it was rainy or particularly humid Sam's hair wasn't as straight as it normally was. It got a little wavy which looked a little too close to curly. That was the last thing Ollie needed because Milo had those sweet little baby curls and no one liked competition. Dean was actually a little surprised he wanted to help Jeremy but he figured he was only doing it because in his current state he was giving a bad name to people with a curls everywhere.
"Only when a blow dwy!"
"I promise."
"And not too much!"
"I just need a little." Sam smiled. "Thank you."
"Ya welcome, daddy."
Ollie gave Sam the little bottle of product he obviously didn't really want to part with before he grabbed Jeremy's hand and dragged him away. Jeremy looked panicked but he was in good hands. No one could style a head of curls like Ollie and Dean really did think that Jeremy needed to spend less time working on his hair. He totally got that he liked to look nice but the whole wanting straight hair thing was because of his myriad of mothers growing up. They all had curly hair just like Laura and Jeremy wanted to be different which was understandable.
It took Ollie a while but eventually he came back into the kitchen with Jeremy and presented what was clearly his best work yet. Jeremy even admitted that he liked it and everyone told Ollie what a good job he had done. He was Dean's son and always got a little embarrassed with lots of praise so he ran right out the backdoor to hang out with the rest of the kids. Jeremy went to join them to show off his hair and Dean resumed waiting impatiently.
Sam was just as impatient, but he had projects planned which included backing some delicious fudgey brownies. Dean really thought that maybe he should make Michael's favorite cookies, but Sam was quite insistent on making the brownies. Again Dean was a little slow on the uptake and it took him a few minutes to remember that a certain Oscar winner liked brownies with lots of chocolate. That particular Oscar winner wasn't Jared who was Sam's best friend, it was Jensen who was so totally spoken for. Problems always got worse if he ignored them so Dean had to make sure Sam knew that Jensen was his best friend and nothing was going to change that.
"You're ridiculous! You're a Ricky Ridiculous."
"Am I!" Dean yelled. "You want him to be your best friend."
"I do not." Sam laughed. "I'm just making brownies because the kids like them…if Jensen eats one and then gives me a kiss…well, that would be okay."
"Oh! You have a boy crush on him!"
"Dean, you're being ridiculous. Go put on your glasses."
"I don't wear glasses!"
"I bought you a fake pair." Sam smiled. "They're cute…maybe you could wear a cowboy hat too."
"How dare you!" Dean whispered. "When we were making out earlier were you even thinking about me?"
"Of course I was…seventy percent."
"Blasphemy!"
"He's just so cute!" Sam giggled. "So sweet and cute!"
"I…" Dean said before pausing. "Is that a new sweater?"
"I was cold this morning."
"Liar! Why must you test our love, Sammy?"
"My toe." Sam whispered. "Your butt."
"All is forgiven!"
"Thought so."
Dean hadn't noticed earlier but Sam was a little dressed up and very cute. That was pretty much how he rolled but Dean was sure the sweater really was new, his jeans looked a little snugger, and his hair was sort of perfect and bouncy. A toe in the butt had temporarily caused a ceasefire, but Dean wasn't letting Sam or Jensen go without a fight. No Hollywood pretty boy was going to steal his husband and no highlighted money bags was going to steal his best friend. Jensen was his best friend and that was that.
Unfortunately Jensen only stayed Dean's best friend until he arrived with Michael, Alex, Jared, and Ryan. Dean was all over Michael before he even went to see the kids and he got some of the best kisses ever. Sam kept trying to squeeze in, but Dean "accidentally" shoved him out of the way six or seven times. He'd have to wait his turn because Dean had missed Michael the most.
Dean made the rounds when he was done with Michael, but everyone's hugs weren't as tight or excited as they should have been. Things actually felt a little tense and Ryan looked extremely uncomfortable. He always had a lot of stuff going on so Dean just chalked it up to those things and didn't put much thought into it. He didn't think something was wrong as a whole until Michael and Alex went off to see the kids and Jared scurried out of the kitchen with Ryan to do the same. Jensen was left behind and he was standing clear on the other side of the room. Dean was behind the counter with Sam and Jensen seemed to be inching backwards even more to get behind the table and chairs.
Sam was flirting with him a lot and while Dean pretended to be annoyed it was sort of sexy. If things were different Dean totally would have encouraged Sam to sleep with Jensen because that was just hot and any man in his right mind would jump at the chance and apparently Michael and Alex were any men and had jumped. Jensen admitted it under his breath and then backed away some more until he was against the opposite wall. Dean stayed where he was and laughed because he had surely misheard.
"Again?"
"Dean, I…"
"What did you just say?" Dean asked. "I'd like you to repeat it."
"I slept with Alex and Michael last night."
"Come here."
"Huh?"
"Come here." Sam said. "Come see this."
"What…what is it?" Jensen asked as he walked over. "There's nothing…"
As soon as Jensen was close enough Sam grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed his face into the counter. Dean was really too shocked to say or do anything so he was glad Sam had acted first since what he might have done wouldn't have been so nice. He was actually thinking about killing Jensen, beating Alex, and then punishing Michael by taking away everything he had.
"Ow!"
"You slept with Michael!" Sam screamed. "What the hell!"
"It's not what you think!"
"Did you touch him?" Dean asked.
"No, no, of course not!"
"Did he touch you?"
"Couple times, I…Ow! Sam!"
"Tell me exactly what happened."
"You're really scary right now, Dean."
"Tell me everything." Dean ordered. "Right now."
Jensen sort of tensed up for a second and then he just went a little limp. Sam let him go though he obviously didn't want to. Dean was furious and his mojo showed it because he said everything and Jensen delivered with a ridiculous attention to detail. The description of his evening sounded like something Sam had written and he was well known for going completely overboard.
Because they were all leaving on the same plane Alex suggested Jared and Jensen come over for dinner. He was going to cook and then they could stay over since they were leaving early. Aaron even came over, but he had a very long day and called it quits after half a glass of wine. He was the only who did that though. Alex had just found a fabulous vintage and they just kept on drinking.
Somehow Jared and Ryan ended up falling asleep in the guest room while watching the masterpiece that was House of Wax, and Jensen went upstairs with Michael and Alex to help them pack. Dean thought that sounded highly dubious, but apparently he was helping Michael decide what to pack by telling him what looked cute on him. The last bottle of wine went upstairs as well and one thing led to another.
Jensen was sitting on the bed and it was so comfortable and he was getting a little sleepy. Alex was a little more tipsy, but he still offered a backrub which Jensen thought was very nice of him. Michael got in on it next and then they were all sort of lying together and there was a lot of heavy petting going on. The petting led to some making out and then Alex busted off in his britches. Jensen knew he was a bad man, but he didn't touch Michael inappropriately and he stayed dressed the entire time.
"You seduced our son!"
"Dean…"
"How could you do that to him?" Dean asked. "Totally inappropriate!"
"Dean." Sam said again. "I'm pretty sure my bunny man is the one that got seduced."
"Alex!" Dean hissed. "I knew he was going to try something like this, he's always been jealous of you."
"He only kissed me when Michael told him to."
"You son of a…" Dean said as he grabbed Jensen again. "Don't lie about my baby!"
"I'm not! He's a hoochie!"
"What!"
"Dean, come on, calm down." Sam said. "Let's just take a deep breath."
"I am calm!"
"You're holding a really large knife." Jensen whispered. "Really close to my face area…the general area of my face which is where I keep my handsomeness."
"You think I won't cut you!" Dean yelled. "That would make my whole day! I'll cut you right in your pretty face!"
"Ah!"
"Dean! You are not cutting someone's face with my three hundred dollar chef's knife!"
"Fine." Dean said calmly. "I'll get Jeremy to use his devil powers to psychically castrate him."
"Can…can he do that?"
"We'll see…oh, we will see."
Dean stabbed Sam's big knife into the cutting board and then went off to find Michael and Alex. Jensen got a few points for being honest about it, but Michael and Alex were in big trouble for running and hiding. They were going to regret that and Dean didn't plan on spanking them even if they were both very bad boys.
Sam loved to get his bake on, but it was sort of sad when he was doing it by himself. Normally Evan would be more than willing to help out, but he had been banned from the house along with the rest of the kids while Dean handled some very special big daddy business. The kids all thought that sounded terribly important, but they didn't know that Dean's daddy business involved screaming at Alex and Michael about being dirty in their pants. Sam had elected to not participate but it was like he was right there since Dean was yelling so loud. He was in Michael's room and Sam could hear every word from the other side of the rather large house.
The reason Sam chose not to participate was because he didn't really see any harm in a little drunken petting. Obviously Michael shouldn't have been drinking but Alex was always very careful about stuff like that. If they were having some wine with dinner it was only when they knew they weren't going to be leaving again. Michael knew to never drink when he was out and he was pretty responsible for the most part. He had his own money and his own house and it would have been very easy for him to get drunk fairly often and he didn't really.
Sam sort of saw the drinking as celebrating because he was off of school and about to leave for a fabulous week long vacation. He was okay with that and he trusted Michael enough to not worry that it was going to become a regular thing. Dean however was screaming about the scandal it would cause when they had to pull Michael out of Yale to send him to some fancy rehab clinic. It was a good thing the kids weren't inside to hear that especially when Dean yelled that they were going to get a discount by sending Michael to the same place they sent Jenny to dry up while hoping Perez Hilton didn't find out.
The other thing Dean was yelling about was monogamy and how people fooled around with their significant others and that was it. He sort of tried to make Michael and Alex feel bad for seducing Jensen while Jared was downstairs but that didn't really work. Jared had been absolutely honest when he said he didn't care. Sex was out of the question but if Jensen wanted to get rubbed down by some hot young thing and his sugar daddy that was just fine. Jensen loved Jared and he came home to him at the end of the day which Sam thought was a very enlightened way of looking at it.
That just made Dean yell louder because Jared being a slut for brains didn't mean that Michael could pet his wife. He was really pissed off and he wasn't cutting Michael or Alex any slack. Apparently the big problem, besides the boozing and molestation, was that Dean felt betrayed by all of them because they were his two best friends and his son and all three were to blame at least in part. Michael was probably the most to blame though which secretly made Sam giggle a little because his son went for what he wanted.
Unfortunately it wasn't all cut and dry and while Dean was yelling Sam was thinking. He was finishing up the brownies too, but most of his energy was devoted to thinking hard but not so hard that he gave himself wrinkles. Dean was pissed off and Sam understood why, but as always there was a little something else under the surface. He had screamed all his reasons from across the house, but Sam thought that maybe Dean was a little jealous. He didn't like thinking that but all the quiet reflection eventually convinced him it was true. Not only was he jealous, but Sam thought he was jealous of all three for three different reasons.
Dean was very honest about his attraction to Jensen so it was expected that he'd be jealous about not petting him. He was less open about his feelings for Alex, but that tended to be more towards a big brother thing and not in the normal way Dean was a big brother. He cared about him and that sometimes translated into intimacy, which was sort of the same thing Sam had going on with Anthony. Then there was Michael who had once upon a time just been a friend that Dean had really enjoyed flirting with. It was all very complicated but as always someone managed to trump Dean.
Sam understood Dean being jealous of all of them and it wasn't something he thought they'd have to discuss to death. Something that was probably going to come up was why Michael was so attracted to Jensen. Sam was too, so he got it, but it was different with Michael, very different. Sam saw Jensen Ackles, Oscar winner and president of the national "Gay and Glad!" organization. He knew that Jensen was Jensen, but he was pretty sure that Michael saw a chance to be with Dean and he had acted on it.
"Well, you can't hold it against him. Honestly who can ever compare to Dean?"
"Gabe?" Sam said as he looked up. "What are you doing here?"
"Forgive me, I knocked several times."
"Oh." Sam whispered. "Hi."
"Hello, Sam."
Sam hadn't heard a thing but then he was pretty lost in thought. Gabe did make an excellent point, no one could compare to Dean. No one had ever taken an interest in Michael when he did, and no one was there for him like he was. Sam had tried so hard but he wasn't as comforting as Dean and he had the rest of the kids to worry about. Michael was so incredibly damaged when he came to live with them and Dean stayed by his side constantly until he was okay. It was really amazing that Michael's attraction wasn't more obvious because Dean had pretty much saved his life even before he came to Connecticut.
"You can just…pop in if you want."
"Thank you." Gabe smiled. "How are you?"
"Good, great…Oh, I signed up for a scrapbooking class next month with mom!"
"That sounds fun."
"Yeah, we have like a million pictures, I thought that would be kind of cool."
"I'm sure you'll enjoy the process and spending time with your mother."
"Mmhmm." Sam nodded. "Can we keep up the small talk?"
"No."
"That never works." Sam sighed. "Whatever's wrong it has to wait until after Thanksgiving. It's too important to Jason and James."
Sam didn't care if Gabe was there to tell them hell's army was marching up the driveway. If that was the case he was going to go outside and politely explain the circumstances before offering sweet treats if they'd wait a few days. Enough shit was already going on and Sam couldn't deal with much else and expect Thanksgiving to still be perfect. It was going to be the first one James had with his new family and like Michael's last year it was going to be Jason's first real one. Nothing was going to get in the way of that if Sam had anything to do with it.
It was also their first Thanksgiving in South Carolina and Sam was looking forward to it. He got that the world didn't stop turning just because he wanted to have a nice meal with his family and friends, but just for once he really wanted it to. It didn't seem like he was asking for much either because it was Saturday and Thanksgiving was just a few days away.
"Nothing's wrong." Gabe said. "Not really."
"Then you just showed up to keep me company?"
"Not really." Gabe said again. "Sam, we'd appreciate it if you kept us in the loop."
"There's a loop? Loppy loop."
"I thought we had an understanding that you weren't to engage this person in New York."
"Um…we did." Sam smiled. "I didn't do anything."
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't do anything. Jenny and Justin were having dreams and then James said Joe was just gone."
"Joe?" Gabe asked. "How did you find out his name?"
"We didn't." Sam shrugged. "We just needed to call him something. Why did you think I did something?"
"Because people don't just disappear. He's not dead, he's just…gone."
"And what do I have to do with that?"
"Sam, you're the only person strong enough to make someone disappear like that."
"I find that hard to believe."
"No." Gabe said. "You don't."
"I think you're a little bit racist. I'm sort of ashamed to call you my friend."
"And I find it hard to believe that two award winning writers don't know what that word means."
Sam sighed and then made a very obvious display of rolling his eyes. Normally Gabe was pretty one dimensional and he wasn't a big fan of facial expressions, but Sam saw something he liked and something that was also a little alarming. When he rolled his eyes as hard as he could Gabe cracked a little smile. It wasn't much but the corners of his mouth did pull up some and Sam saw just a touch of the pearly whites.
Since Joe had first been mentioned Sam had been thinking he'd most likely have to take him out one day. He was also pretty sure that he was the only one who could since that seemed to be how things were working. Sam didn't know everything about Joe, like what his real name was, but he was working with the theory that pre-coming out day he wasn't much of a big deal. After a little sip of the Sammy sauce he had certainly beefed up and someone pretty buff would have to make him gone for good. That person wasn't Jeremy or Aaron who were incredibly strong, it was Sam who was apparently some kind of superhero but really all he wanted to do was bake and maybe have seven or eight more kids.
"What do you think happened?"
"I just told you, I thought you handled it."
"I didn't." Sam laughed. "You asked me not to, so I was waiting."
"James said he was gone?"
"Gone, just…well poof and he's gone."
"I have to say this whole thing has me very curious."
"Why is that?" Sam asked. "Shouldn't you be a little more omnipotent."
"Probably."
"Why don't you just ask God?"
"That's not as easy as you'd think."
"Of course it isn't." Sam sighed. "Why would it be?"
Gabe made a full on expression again and Sam was a little tempted to see if he was feeling okay. That was twice in a matter of minutes and just to be on the safe side Sam made him sit down in case he passed out from overexertion. It certainly seemed like talking to the big boss would solve all their problems but Sam wasn't the least bit surprised that sending a message to God's MySpace wasn't an option.
Apparently Gabe was thinking of other options because he got strangely quiet and began to stare at nothing. Sam thought about doing the same but staring at nothing wasn't going to get the brownies done. The kids and Jensen were patiently waiting and Todd had said his tiny baby wanted one as well. Belle said she needed at least three and then another for their tiny baby so Sam had to get them done.
The silence with Gabe wasn't really awkward even though it went on for a good five minutes. Sam actually felt comfortable not saying anything, like it was the right thing to do. He realized how true that was when he took a moment to think about how very few people ever saw angels let alone had them in their houses. It was sort of special and Sam was just a little bit honored and no longer annoyed like he had once been by Gabe.
They were still being quiet when Michael and Alex sulked into the kitchen and then right out the backdoor. Dean was right behind them and he looked ridiculously hot in all the most wonderful ways. He was all puffed up like a big man and he was a little sweaty too. It was sexy as hell and Sam bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying filthy things in front of Gabe.
"He totally jacked Jensen off through his pants. Had his hands all over that cock."
"Dean!"
"Okay." Dean sighed. "He didn't jack him off per se, but apparently he touched him right in the wiener. You know what his excuse was?"
"What?"
"He thinks he's hypoglycemic! Sup' Gabby?"
"Hello."
"Go Wildcats!"
"Excuse me?"
"Dean." Sam said as he shook his head. "Can we not talk about this in front of…you know."
"No, I want to. Listen to this. My son, who I tried to raise right, totally felt up my best friend while he made out with my other best friend. I feel like I just got ass fucked three times in a row."
"Your son is twenty years old and engaged to be married." Gabe said. "He got into a relationship with Alex that progressed very quickly. They're going to spend the rest of their lives together, don't you think it's better for Michael to experiment with someone he trusts that loves him."
"Say what?"
"Wait a minute." Sam laughed. "The angel's down with the threesome?"
"No one was hurt and considering what other young men Michael's age are doing I'd say one indiscretion with a friend isn't that bad."
"You are a racist." Dean whispered. "A bad man! I'm a little ashamed to call you Sam's friend right now."
"I think he has a point…"
"Of course you do." Dean sighed. "Maybe I do to."
Gabe apparently wasn't just good with the staring and talking himself in circles, he had actually just said something that made a lot of sense. Michael was young and he was already in a serious relationship that was hopefully going to last him the rest of his life. He probably wanted to sow his wild oats a little and Sam had to give him credit because Jensen totally would have poked him if it came to that. Michael hadn't let that happen though and really there wasn't much wrong with a little drunken touching especially since Jared didn't care. There was still the matter of why Michael has chosen Jensen, but Dean looked like he was calming down some so Sam didn't want to bring it up just yet.
"Good advice."
"Thank you, Sam."
"You have some experience with stuff like this?" Dean asked. "With your own ki…"
"Dean."
"What? You…you said you have a son, right?"
Expression number three on Gabe's face was one of sadness and confusion. Technically he didn't have a son, but whoever he was shacked up in did. Sam had told Dean so many times to not bring it up, but he just had to. Not only did he want to know for the sake of knowing, but he wasn't going to trust Gabe completely if he was keeping a father away from his son. Sam thought it was best they not ask because the one time it came up, Gabe spoke of his son in past tense. Sam didn't want Gabe to have to talk about it and he sure as hell didn't want Dean talking to someone that had lost a child.
"Colin."
"That's nice." Dean said before he sat down. "Sammy floated that a couple of times when Amy was pregnant with Beanie."
"I remember." Gabe smiled. "He's…he'll be five in January."
"Do you still see him?"
"Everyday."
"He's with his mother?" Dean asked. "Your wife?"
"My parents. She…my wife…"
"Gabe?"
"I'm not supposed to remember." Gabe whispered. "You make me remember."
Sam's brownies still weren't in the oven but for some reason they didn't seem so important anymore. Dean was working his ass off to get just a little information out of Gabe and he was succeeding. The whole possession thing was really foreign to Sam but he was pretty sure that Gabe and the body he was in were two completely different entities and there shouldn't have been any crossover. Remembering looked like it pained him some, but at the same time talking about his son made him happier than Sam had ever seen.
"There was an accident in June. They were coming back from the grocery store and the other driver wasn't paying attention. It was quick for her, that's what they told me. I believe it, she was gone without any pain."
"And Colin?"
"He was hurt badly and the doctors said it would just be a matter of time, so I prayed."
"He's okay now?" Dean asked. "They helped you?"
"Yes."
"But only if you helped them." Sam said. "Right?"
"Yes."
"That's fucked up." Dean said. "They save your son and then you can't see him anymore?"
"I see him, he doesn't see me, but one day he will when my debt is repaid."
"When does that happen?"
"When I'm no longer in the service of you and your family, Sam."
"Then go. Go, right now. Just let him go, we'll be fine without any help from any of you. Just go home to your son and…"
"Sammy."
"Just go take care of him. You can go. We don't need you."
"It's not that simple." Gabe smiled. "You do need me."
"You can pop into another body." Sam said. "I know you can."
"We need this body."
"Why?"
"Because we do. I'll be in touch."
"Gabe, don't…"
Sam didn't even have time to blink before Gabe was out of there. He just left a cold wind in his wake and an ache in Sam's stomach. He had really convinced himself that Gabe and his friends weren't like the angels he had dreamt of, but they were. Sam knew they didn't have to step in to save Colin, but they had just so they could get something back which just wasn't fair. Not seeing the kids or not being able to interact with them would have been torture for Sam and he had no idea how any father could do it. It had to be even worse for Gabe since he had come so close to losing him.
"Why was uh…" Dean said before he paused. "Why was he here?"
"He thought I took out Joe."
"Does he know anything?"
"Nope."
"Let's go um…let's go outside with the kids."
"That's a good idea." Sam smiled. "Your best yet."
"I thought so."
Sam took Dean's hand and walked out the backdoor to join everyone else outside. It was a gorgeous day that was just brisk enough for light jackets and snuggly hats for the babies. The kids and Jensen all wanted to know how much longer they were going to have to wait to get their brownies and Sam told them they'd have to wait until dessert because something more important had come up.
Dean was exhausted and he hadn't done much of anything besides yell for a little bit and listen to a story. He probably would have been less exhausted if he ran a marathon because he could handle physical exertion, but listening to Gabe's story was a little harder. Dean ached all over and though he tried his hardest he couldn't get close enough to the kids. He had hugged all of them and let Ethan sit in his lap for a while but it was like they were on the other side of the country.
Having Michael and Alex back along with Jared and Jensen proved to be too stimulating for the kids and they didn't want to stay still. They wanted to run around and play which left Dean feeling even emptier. Luckily Mary and Milo weren't really much for running so Dean got to hang out with them or at least one of them. Mary got nice and comfortable in Dean's lap, but Milo had to hang out with Sam and pet him right in the sweater. They were both wearing blue sweaters which Dean thought was awfully cute and Milo definitely approved of it since he was happier than usual.
Sam was being pretty quiet which Dean appreciated because when things got a little scary there was nothing better than being together and not talking. It was comforting to just have Sam around even when he wasn't saying anything. He was even comforting when he wasn't doing anything, though he was gently stroking the back of Dean's hand with his knuckles which Milo couldn't see and therefore wouldn't yell about.
The silence went on for a while until Dean finally had to break it because he could handle one problem at a time. He didn't do so well when he had a bunch of them piled up and he figured the smart thing to do was deal with the easiest thing which was Michael. He was an adult and capable of making his own choices. On top of that he realized he hadn't used his best judgment and he promised to never do it again. Dean felt that he had done his job as a father by telling Michael what he thought of his actions but there was still something nagging him that he had to talk about with Sam.
"Sam, this thing with Michael and Jensen…he only did something because he looks like me, right?"
"Um." Sam said before he sighed. "Jensen is very handsome, polite, and an all around great guy."
"But?"
"But if he didn't look almost exactly like you Michael and Alex would have slept alone."
"You think Alex was maybe thinking about me too?"
"He'd be crazy not to."
"Michael definitely was though, right?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I'm positive of that."
"I'm totally scrumptious."
"Bwah!" Milo yelled. "Dahdah."
"Agreed." Sam laughed. "You okay with that?"
Dean sighed and then shrugged because he didn't know what to say or how he really felt about it. It had come up before and he was always a little flattered but it never really seemed like something Michael had a problem with. It wasn't like he was crying alone in the shower and singing songs about unrequited love which incidentally Dean had never done himself. It wasn't until Jensen got groped that Dean started to wonder if maybe it was more than just admiration and a little hero worship.
Michael was off in the distance with the kids and they were running him ragged. Dean could see him stopping every so often to catch his breath and he obviously needed a little break. Instead of letting things sit stagnant Dean decided the best thing to do was to have a mature talk with Michael in order to find out how he felt. He wasn't going to judge him or shame him in anyway, he just really wanted to talk to make sure he was okay with everything.
Because Dean had been in big daddy mode all day the kids didn't put up a fight when he called Michael over. They didn't know what happened and hopefully they never would, but they knew something was up. They were just smart like that and in Michael's absence they all ran back to John who could no longer sit on the sidelines. Charlie grabbed Justin too who had been going strong with all the kids for about a week and doing much better with Craig as well.
"I'm gonna sleep tonight."
"Alone I hope." Sam whispered. "Or are you and Alex going to a swinger's party?"
"What's a swinger's party?"
"You poor thing." Dean laughed. "Last night was as sexually adventurous as you'll ever get, isn't it?"
"There might be costumes." Michael said before he paused. "More costumes. Dad, are you mad at me too?"
"What?" Sam asked. "Neither of us are mad at you, Michael. I actually think you showed a great deal of restraint. If it was me…well…Jensen might have arrived here in two separate pieces."
Michael laughed pretty hard at that and Milo did too because as Dean suspected he was obviously a top, either that or he wanted to get rid of Jensen which was also a valid life choice. Dean sort of hated that Michael thought he was mad at him because he really wasn't. He was a little disappointed in some bad judgment but that was it. He had made a mistake and everyone made those eventually. Dean had and Sam had and John even went and did a demon up the butt so maybe Michael wasn't that bad at all considering.
"This is becoming a habit with me." Michael said. "Like with grandpa having kids popping up and Jeremy being a devil."
"What's a habit?"
"Making really bad choices."
"Twice." Dean laughed. "Getting drunk and yelling in the snow, and now this thing with Jensen."
"And Jason."
"Look behind you." Sam said. "We just thought that was a bad choice, we were wrong."
Michael had just sat down but he turned and then was about to jump to his feet again. The kids were all still running around, but as Dean's son Ollie was the shortest and he tired the quickest. He was also Sam's son and wasn't going to let something like being tired get in his way. He had instructed, or more likely, ordered Jason to carry him around so he wouldn't have to run. Maybe a week or so ago that would have been something Dean wouldn't have let him do but he was fine with it because Jason had proved he meant no harm to anyone especially the kids.
"He doesn't know he shouldn't be holding him, dad, it's not…"
"It's fine." Dean smiled. "He watched the babies for a little while yesterday and went for a walk with Mikey and Charlie. Don't think that we have any problem with him being or that we still don't want him around. We do."
"We do."
"Really?"
"He's holding the baby." Dean whispered. "Come on."
"Waaaahhhhhh!" Mary bellowed. "Anbwah!"
"You are the princess!"
"And this one?" Sam asked. "A perfect prince?"
"I'd call him a butt blocker. Every time I want to get a butt he's in the way."
"Mahn!"
"Yours?" Dean scoffed. "Hardly!"
Milo pursed his lips and then held on to Sam extra tight which just made Dean give him kisses. That didn't go over so well with Milo who started to yell just as loud as he could until Mary reached over and hit him. She was really started to be a completely no nonsense princess and Dean loved that someone was on his side. Normally Milo would just start crying so that Sam would coddle him some more, but he was a fighter and slapped Mary right back. She didn't bother retaliating, but Dean was almost positive he saw just a little bit of a twinkle in her eye which coincidentally made Milo back off before burying his head in a soft nest-o-Sam
"Aww, baby." Sam frowned. "I'm going to take a bath with you later!"
"And we wonder why he's still single." Dean sighed. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you a little more."
"Dad, you really don't have to. Nothing is going to happen ever again. I promise."
"Not about that. I'm not going to tell any of you how to run your lives. I told you what I expect and that's all I'm going to say about it."
"Okay, but I'm not gonna do anything."
"We know." Sam nodded. "We trust you."
"But…I do have to ask why Jensen?"
"He's just so funny and nice. Good lookin'."
"Lookin', eh? Were you thinking about him last night?"
"Who else would I…Oh."
Dean really wanted to make a joke in order to lighten the mood some but for once in his life he thought it might not be appropriate. Michael was obviously under the impression they weren't going to discuss his reasons why he chose Jensen and when he realized they were he seemed to panic a little. He had been pretty relaxed especially after hearing Jason really was welcome, but just as quickly he tensed up and turned just a little red in the face.
He looked ashamed which he shouldn't have been. It wasn't like it was Mikey who had feelings for Dean because he had always been just his son. Michael was Dean's friend first and then his son which blurred the lines of their relationship some. It did make things a little weird, but Dean was ever going to regret that he was friends with Michael first or that he had spent a few weeks joking inappropriately with him over the phone and through email.
Besides looking ashamed, Michael also looked very apologetic. Dean didn't really get that either until he followed Michael's eyes which were fixed on Sam. That was actually a little cute since he was seconds away to apologizing to his daddy Sammy for sexualizing what was essentially his property. Sam was going to be a lot like Jared when it came to that because he completely fine with people looking and admiring Dean. If they tired to touch there'd be hell to pay, but looking was okay.
"Don't look at me like that." Sam said as he nudged him. "Trust me, I completely understand."
"I don't think either of you do. I don't know how you could."
"Trust me." Sam said again. "I can."
Sam didn't just sound like he had an idea of what was going through Michael's head. He sounded like he totally understood everything before it was even said out loud. There was a little moment between him and Michael that Dean didn't really get, but it seemed to relax them both. Sam was really okay, but it did wonders for Michael who sighed a little and then let his shoulders droop down some. He was trying to get comfortable and Dean took that as a good sign.
"I don't wanna run off and get married."
"Okay." Dean smiled. "I assumed as much."
"And I do love Alex and I think he's sexy."
"In a geeky sort of middle aged way." Sam said. "Agreed."
"But sometimes when we're together, I just feel like…I feel like Mikey must on Wednesday. He doesn't need a chaperone at Julliard, none of the other kids have them. I feel like maybe Alex is chaperoning my life and I don't need that either. I want him to tell me no sometimes and I wanna be challenged."
"Like us?"
"Yeah."
"Finally." Sam whispered. "Someone who realizes I don't get everything I want."
They all laughed together again and Michael relaxed a little bit more. Dean really got where he was coming from because Alex was a little too accommodating sometimes. Dean was the same way, but every once in a while he had to put his foot down which was completely expected of him. Sam got a lot of what he asked for, but he gave just as much and when Dean had a problem with something he said it and they talked. That was always in private so most people just assumed that Dean caved in to Sam's every whim which wasn't true at all. He was at about ninety percent and Sam sometimes talked him up to ninety-five, but when it came to things like building a two thousand square foot addition solely as closet space Dean had to say no.
"So that's a big part of it. I like that you both challenge each other and even if you fight it's still okay at the end of the day. The other big part is…well…"
"Go on." Sam said. "It's okay."
"No, it's not, dad."
"Is it because I'm so nice?" Dean asked. "Because I'm a nice guy? A Friendly Freddy if you will?"
"What? No."
"Oh…I see."
"No, dad, you are, but…"
"Because I do such good stuff and I saved Jeremy?"
"Um, well, I do appreciate that, but it doesn't do much for me…in that way."
"You're hot Dean." Sam said before muttering. "And denser than daddy Sammy's brownies."
"Oh! Right, right! I'm hot! That gets you all hot and bothered, I get it. Makes your pompoms all fluffy."
"Yeah, I…"
"That turns you on. Further enrages the fire in your valley."
"Dean, I think he gets it, can you…"
"Gives you a boner." Dean said. "Makes you want to get a…"
"Wabah!" Mary yelled before covering Dean's mouth. "Bwahbahdah, dahdah."
Dean tried to eat Mary's fingers but she was too quick and gently slapped him before withdrawing her hand. Honestly Dean was hoping that Michael was attracted to him because he was a nice guy, but being hot wasn't such a bad thing. At first he was feeling a little objectified but then he had a moment to think and things made a little more sense. Dean was smart and funny. He was a nice guy and he did help people, but those were all things Michael could be proud of in a father and he obviously was. Those things had probably helped foster a little crush, but Dean's stunning good looks and rockin' bod had obviously kept the fires burning.
"I'm sorry."
"Michael, it's okay." Dean laughed. "Really. I get it."
"Do you really? Both of you?"
"I do."
"Me too." Sam nodded. "And we all known Jensen's been dying to get a piece-o-Winchester for a while now."
"He couldn't have made a better choice."
"Hardly. He didn't even touch me."
"I would kill him dead." Dean said. "And made sure no one brought him back for shits and giggles."
"Oh, dad, don't joke about…oh, you're serious."
"As a blow dryer." Dean whispered. "Now go talk to him and make sure he knows he can make eye contact with you without me killing him."
"Are we okay?"
"Always."
"Dad?"
"You know we are." Sam said. "Always."
Sam leaned forward and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek and Dean did the same. In a perfect world he just would have been their son after they adopted him but the world was far from perfect. He had been a friend first and Dean knew first hand that sometimes people had no control over their feelings. If that was the case he wouldn't be sharing his life with Sam which would have sucked more than anything else in the world. Dean was glad he couldn't stop loving him and he was even glad that Michael loved him in any way he wanted to. It was even secretly a little gratifying since Sam had been bragging about Milo and Evan being his boyfriends. Dean had Ollie and Michael so he wasn't doing so bad either. He had John too but that was like bringing a grenade launcher to a fight after school near the flagpole.
"What was that about?" Dean asked after Michael left. "You understand?"
"Yes."
"What happened with you two?"
"That's none of your business, Mr. Winchester." Sam said. "We had a moment."
"Tell me, Sammy." Dean laughed. "I might need to know."
"You have to promise not to freak out or obsess about this."
"When have I ever done that!"
"Dean."
"Fine! I'll try my very best. What is it?"
Sometimes Sam got a funny look in his eye that always made Dean nervous. He obviously wanted to say whatever was on his mind, but he was afraid to. Dean made it easier on him by scooting over some and then completely ignoring the look and shove Milo gave him. It seemed like Sam had maybe shared his secret with Michael or at the very least Anthony because that look in his eye was familiar. Dean tried to make it even easier on him by reading his thoughts but loud pop music was blaring inside Sam's head which meant he was working his ass off to keep his thoughts private.
"Remember that night in Caribou?" Sam asked. "In Maine, when we…wow, I just realized that's the dumbest question I've ever asked."
"Second dumbest. You asked me to marry you once."
"Couple times if memory serves."
"What about Caribou?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Dean, and please don't question me about it once I tell you."
"I can't guarantee no questions, but I'll try."
"Okay." Sam sighed. "When you told me you loved me, that you had feelings for me…if I…if I hadn't felt the same way…shit."
"Sammy, we've been together for nine years, you can tell me anything."
"If I hadn't felt the same way I would have slept with you anyway."
"Oh…" Dean whispered. "Why?"
"You gave up everything for me, Dean. Your childhood, your everything. You went without so I didn't have to. You kept me safe, you were a father, a brother, and a friend all at the same time and never complained about it once. How the hell else was I ever going to repay you for that?"
"Sammy…"
"I'm sorry." Sam whispered. "I didn't mean to…"
"Hey, hey, it's okay, Sammy, come here."
Milo never really liked Dean moving in on his territory but with Sam crying he didn't say or do anything. He was kind of looking up and watching while Dean pulled Sam close but he stayed quiet and so did Mary. She was watching too and again looked like she was trying to understand. She couldn't understand it though and even once she was older Dean doubted she'd really get it. No one would really get it except for maybe Michael and he had to come at it from a completely different angle.
"I did feel the same way, Dean."
"I know that, Sammy. I've always known that."
"But if I didn’t, I would have still slept with you."
"I can live with that and not freak out." Dean laughed. "You think Michael wanted to pay me back with sex?"
"I think growing up like he did he didn't think he had anything else to offer. I think before he left Alabama he knew he was going to do anything to stay with us."
"Oh, I flirted with him and he saw an opportunity."
"And maybe he was preparing himself for that and eventually realized having sex with you wouldn't exactly be unpleasant."
"Well, we're all very complicated, aren't we?"
"Totally." Sam sighed. "I'm very emotional lately."
"It's been a rough, long day. What do we do about Michael?"
"Nothing. I punished him already."
"You what?" Dean asked. "You punished him for touching Jensen in the wiener? What's next punishing the kids for good grades and hygiene?"
"You're damn right I did." Sam said as he sat up. "He knows to ask permission before touching my things."
"I…"
"We have to set boundaries. Today he's touching my Bunny's wiener and tomorrow he could be wearing my shoes."
"How'd you punish him? You weren't too hard on him were you?"
"Well." Sam smiled. "Let's just say that he'll think twice before he invites anyone else to his bedroom, and I'm still the best brother there is."
"Oh, because you punished him and now I don't have to?"
"Hardly." Sam said before he nodded into the distance. "Check it out."
Pretty much everyone was outside so it took Dean a second to follow Sam's eyes. They were fixed on Jeremy who had emerged from his guest house with a full head of beautiful, dark brown, shiny, pin straight hair. He ran right to Michael and was flipping his head all over the place to show it off which Ollie didn't appreciate either. Michael probably appreciated it a little less because he punched Jeremy in the stomach, knocked him down, and then instructed all the kids to pile on top of him for tickles.
"Sammy! He just jacked off Jensen, it's not like he took my car for a joy ride!"
"He's gotta learn!"
"You made him give his straightening iron to Jeremy? Dude, harsh."
"Just for the weekend." Sam said. "Aaron went to pick up a new one today and he's bringing it on Monday."
"Remind me to not piss you off."
"You like it when I get pissed off."
"Eh, guilty." Dean sighed. "I sort of miss Aaron. I haven't been molested in a really long time."
"Well, that won't do."
"It's not the same when you do it, Sammy." Dean frowned. "You never get the catholic guilt right and you encourage me to tell dad after it's over."
"Oh, gimme another shot."
"Fine!"
"Call me Father Winchester."
"Sammy…"
"Blessed is the fruit of thy womb." Sam whispered. "Lead us directly into temptation and deliver us from sex with people not in our immediate family."
"Nasty!"
"You love it." Sam said before pausing. "Dad! Come get these penguins."
"Dahbwahdah!"
"It's okay baby." Sam said. "Daddy just needs a few minutes to make sure this altar boy isn't as dirty as he looks."
"I'm very dirty. Not in a jacking off a guy in front of the future husband kind of dirty, but still."
"What is it?" John asked as he walked over. "You want me to beat him off for you?"
"No, I can do it." Sam said. "Can you watch the babies for a while?"
"I suppose so. Come on you two. You're far too young and impressionable."
Mary and Milo both put up a fight but eventually John tickled them until they let go. Dean was finally alone with Sam for the first time since they woke up and the privacy was nice because he really needed to confess all of his sins before being punished accordingly and hopefully repeatedly. |
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