A/N: New story:)
In this one Sam and Dean are trying to finally get their white picket fence and keep hunting which is, of course, not that easy. If you've read my other stories then you know there'll be a lot of romance and drama!
Thank you for reading!
"Sorry, I don't get it." Sam stated, looking at his brother in utter disbelief as he tried to process the words he had just said. "Explain this to me one more time. You're saying..."
"Claire and I are seeing other people, yes." Dean ended the sentence, scratching his head nervously. He had finally confessed to his little brother that he had sex with other women and his wife didn't mind.
He cleared his throat nervously, Sam's reaction was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable. Sam had already grown suspicious during their current hunt when he caught him flirting with the bartender and Dean had had a little too much to drink which was the only reason why Sam had gotten Dean to confess in the first place.
Now they were sitting in one of the booths at the bar, Sam obviously still paralyzed. At first, Dean had been kind of relieved to get this off his chest and not having to keep this secret from his brother any longer. But now Sammy was sitting across from him, staring blankly at him with an undefinable expression on his face. He took a sip from his bottle of beer, waiting for Sam's reply.
"Sammy...? Come on, say something." Dean said quietly when Sam kept silent. He knew he wouldn't approve, but secretly he hoped his brother wouldn't at least judge him.
Sam shook his head briefly as if to gather his confusing thoughts and then looked back at Dean with a frown."So, Claire knows that you're sleeping with other women when we go hunting without her?"
"Yeah." Dean confirmed."We've talked about everything and came to the decision that this would be the best for us."
"And she's really okay with that?" Sam asked in disbelief and Dean nodded."Yes. She's sleeping with other men, too. We have an arrangement. Everytime we're away from one another we're allowed to do whatever we want. It's been great so far." He watched how Sam started to shake his head again at his explanation.
"And you're okay with that? Knowing that your wife may or may not be with some guy while you're on the road?" He asked unconvinced, knowing how jealous Dean had gotten in the past.
"Yeah, I know it's...weird, but..." Dean said, licking his lips as he searched for the right words."I can honestly say I'm okay with it. Because she's mine and she'll always be with me, I know the sex with other men doesn't mean anything to her. And Claire knows that my flings aren't a threat to her. After all, I always come home to her."
Sam saw the satisfied smirk appear on Dean's face and he was surprised. He could tell that Dean seemed genuinely cool about it yet he couldn't believe it. "And here I thought you two had finally worked everything out." Sam said, concern evident in his voice.
"We have. Sammy, things between us have never been better. This arrangement solved all our problems, we're not even fighting anymore." Dean reassured, needing Sam to know that him and Claire were both happy.
They had been driving each other crazy for five long years, constantly fighting and breaking up, spending months separated form one another and miserable before making up and getting back together again. They both knew being hunters it would be difficult, not to say impossible to be in a relationship, so they were too scared and insecure to give it a chance. Nevertheless, they couldn't stay away from each other and kept coming back, as if they were addicted. Until one day, they finally realized it was worth all the pain and heartache; they decided to take a risk and spontaneously got married in Vegas while they had been on a hunt there. Poor Sam, had witnessed Dean and Claire's ups and downs through the years and he had thought that they were finally getting it together. But Dean had just proved him otherwise.
"How long has this been going on?" He asked and Dean smiled, relieved to hear his brother's voice sound normal with a tinge of curiosity, but not disgust. "Ever since we got married."
"So, you've been having sex with other women this whole past year now?" Sam asked appalled."How come I never noticed you sneaking around?"
"Hey, I've tried to be as discreet as possible and I gotta admit I haven't been hooking up on every hunt. I'm too tired most of the time, but if want to I can get laid whenever I want without feeling guilty." Dean said nonchalantly and Sam sighed."I should've known there was something going on, you and Claire...you've been getting along too well." He stated and Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, well I didn't mean to hide it from you or anything, I just didn't know how to tell you or whether Claire would be okay with you knowing. But since you saw me with the bartender today..." He trailed off, smiling sheepishly.
"Right. I've noticed that you've been acting weird lately, but didn't figure this would actually be the reason..." Sam said slowly and then his gaze drifted to Dean's left hand."Is that the reason why you're not wearing your wedding band on hunts? So that you can get laid?"
Dean nodded and grinned before continuing. "Well, we knew we would be at each other's throats in less than a second if we didn't come up with a solution. So, Claire suggested we could see other people while being away from each other."
Sam raised an eyebrow, baffled."It was Claire's idea?" He couldn't believe it. Sam knew Claire and this sounded not like her at all. She never let another woman so much as look into Dean's direction.
"Hey, I was just as suprised as you." Dean laughed, a glint appearing in his eyes."My woman's a genius. She knows exactly what I need." He winked at Sam and took another drink from his bottle.
"But...but why didn't you try to make it work after you got married?" Sam wanted to know, completely forgetting about the fact that they needed to get back on the road. Their latest job was done and they wanted to drive back home to Claire. Sam knew his brother missed his wife and didn't like being away from her. At least, he had thought so until now.
They had been at the bar for over an hour now and Sam couldn't help, but ask more questions and make Dean spill everything. Sam found himself getting more and more confused; he refused to understand why his brother and sister-in-law prefered to be in that kind of relationship, why they would want to keep it casual. Did they really think that that way they could get rid of their problems? Somehow he felt that there was more to it, but he wasn't quite sure. Yet he tried not to be dismissive if Dean and Claire were both content. But they were married for God's sake! Dean's next words forced him to focus on his brother again.
"Hell, Sammy we've tried! And it didn't work, nothing worked. You know us very well, we both want our freedom. I need to be able to come and go as I please, you know we can't settle down and live like normal people. And Claire's been hunting all her life practically on her own. She's used to do whatever she wants without asking for permission or having to explain herself to someone and I get it." Dean spoke quickly, his voice hoarse. He wanted to get those words out as fast as possible."Remember how we used to fight all the time? We would accuse each other of infidelity, 'cause we know how lonely it can get on the road. We were constantly jealous and scared that the other might be cheating. Now we don't have that problem anymore."
"Okay, I understand." Sam replied quietly after a minute."I'm just a little shocked I guess, but if you guys are happy..."
"We are. But we also have rules that we both agreed on. We're not telling who the person is that we're having sex with, but we're also not keeping secrets."
"Okay, glad it's working out for you guys. But I think I'll need time to get used to that." Sam looked at his watch, noticing for the first time how late it was."Do you wanna get on the road now or stay another night and try your luck with the bartender again?" Sam demanded annoyed, giving his best bitch face and making Dean laugh. "Hell, no Sammy. I definitely wanna go home."
"Then we should leave, it's already dark outside." Sam said, but Dean didn't move."You know Sammy, our little deal has a certain effect on my wife." Dean leaned back in the booth, a dirty grin appearing on his face."Whenever I get home after a hunt Claire's all over me as soon as I walk through the door, jumping me on the spot and - "
"Stop!" Sam exclaimed in horror, grimacing."Seriously, Dean. I don't need to hear that. We should get going anyway."
"Sammy, you've no idea. Claire loves telling me everything." Dean continued to tease his little brother. Sam had turned so serious after their talk and he couldn't help it. "Talking about our little trysts really turns her on. Our sex is so fucking great, I can't even - "
"Dean, keep your sex stories to yourself, please." Sam jumped up from his seat, not willing to listen to his brother any longer. He quickly headed for the exit and left the bar, knowing Dean would follow. Dean chuckled and got up, throwing some money onto the table before heading outside. He got in the Impala beside Sam, smiling brightly. He couldn't wait to get home to his wife.
Dean unlocked the front door, opening it quietly and walking in. The house was dark, surrounded by dead silence. It was in the middle of the night and it had taken them a few hours to get there.
Dean smiled when he saw the salt line, relieved that Claire was so careful and didn't take risks. He closed the door and locked it up, before bending down to fix the line again. It was peaceful, everything seemed to be alright yet he walked into every room to check every window sill and only when he had made sure that the house was definitely safe he allowed himself to relax. He took off his jacket and boots, leaving them in the hallway and finally stepped into the bedroom. He checked the window, seeing the salt line was still intact there as well and then turned to the bed.
When he saw Claire lying in bed and breathing quietly, he was suddenly very glad that Sam had ruined his hook up with the bartender. He didn't need to nail some random chick at a bar when he had such a beauty at home. He hated leaving her and he missed her like crazy whenever he was away from her.
Dean walked over to the bed and cautiously sat down on the edge. He decided to stay a while with Claire at home and ask her to come along with Sam and him when they found the next case. He knew she would say yes.
Claire had gotten tired of being constantly on the road and decided to cut back the amounts of hunts she went on, so she found a normal job and moved into her grandfather's old house. She knew she could never give up hunting though, so she still did a few hunting jobs every now and then. When she told Dean about her plans of settling down their conversation had quickly turned into a fight and ended with a break up. But they got together again and married shortly after.
Dean quickly realized - in utter disbelief - that they finally had a home, a place to return to after every hunt. Claire was his home and there was no place he would rather be.
Dean smiled at the thought and gently ran a hand through Claire's light brown hair. He really didn't want to wake her, but he just couldn't wait until morning to talk to her again. His hand travelled slowly over her collarbone and further down to her chest, slipping over the silky material of her nightgown.
"Baby - " Dean said quietly, but was cut off when Claire grabbed him by the collar of his flannel shirt, pulled him onto the bed and straddled him.
"Holy..." Dean choked out as his back connected with the mattress and Claire landed on top of him."Wow, that was hot, sweetheart." Claire looked down at him confused and then let out a huff when she recognized him.
"What the hell, Winchester?" She exclaimed."Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I thought there was a perv in my bedroom. Why are you pawing me in my sleep?"
Dean grinned up at her innocently."Sorry, babe. I just wanted to wake you, bad idea." He should have known how dangerous it could be to wake a hunter.
Claire sighed, slowly recovering from the shock and moved to get off Dean, but he held her back."Whoa, where are you going?" She chuckled and leaned her head on his chest, feeling Dean stroking her back.
He was back, he had come home to her. The thought that some day he may not return to her was constantly torturing her; no matter how hard she tried to ban it from her mind it kept haunting her.
"Where's Sam?" Dean heard her suddenly ask, voice thick with concern.
"Sammy's alright, don't worry. He just wanted to stay the night at the motel."
"What? Why?" Claire leaned up to look at him and saw the expression on Dean's face, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Seriously?" She accused, trying to look stern."I'll give him a call and tell him to come home. You and I aren't going to have sex tonight."
But despite her words she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Dean tangled his hands in her hair and kissed her back, parting his lips and gently sweeping his tongue over her bottom lip, seducing her to open up to him. Claire sighed and deepened the kiss, letting Dean's tongue caress hers and started to unbutton his shirt.
Without breaking the kiss, Dean sat up and she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He slipped his hands under her practically nonexistent nightgown, running them up her thighs and over her hips. Claire shuddered under his touch, feeling his cool calloused hands on her skin.
She pulled away and cupped his face, smiling softly at him. She could see the signs of exhaustion, even though he tried to hide them from her. "You need to rest, honey and I've work tomorrow. We have to stop."
"You weren't kidding, huh?" Dean said when Claire finally climbed off his lap. He got up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Claire noticed that he was wearing his wedding band. It made her ridicuously happy that he had put it on before coming home and a stupid smile crept upon her face.
Dean examined Claire's short thin nightgown and frowned."What's with the hot piece you call a nightgown, have you been with someone?" He asked with a smirk, but Claire could tell that he wasn't only being playful. He wanted to know whether she had had sex with a guy while he had been gone.
She stepped over to him and ran her hands over his naked chest and down to his jeans with a dreamy sigh before starting to unbuckle the belt."No reason, baby." When she had undone his jeans she pushed them down his hips and Dean stepped out, kicking them aside."Just so you know, I would never wear something like that for another man. My husband is the only one who gets to see me like that."
Claire wrapped her arms around his neck and Dean pulled her in before softly kissing her forehead."I missed you, Claire."
"I missed you, too. It's been eleven days."
"You counted?" Dean teased her and Claire glared at him, blushing a little."Shut up. Now go call your brother and then get in bed."
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled and left the bedroom.
After assuring Sam that it was safe to come home, Dean went quickly to the bathroom before getting in bed next to Claire. She snuggled up to him, already half asleep and he pulled her closer. A few minutes later he heard Sam walk through the door and when he was sure that his little brother was lying in his bed, Dean closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep.