Author's Note/Disclaimer: Yes, I own John Winchester, Jason Gideon, and Bruce Springsteen and a Harley. . . Oh wait never mind, no those are just the wishful thoughts of a dreamer.
AU, even though the only thing that really makes it AU is that nobody has a problem with homosexuals in this world so they can walk around holding hands without it being weird or stupid people having conniption fits about shit that's not really their business
Just so some people don't get confused, Jason is Gideon, I know they don't call him Jason a lot in the shows so I thought I'd better clarify in case someone reads this and gets confused.
"Baby, we were born to run" John belted out the last words of one of The Boss's most popular songs over the roar of his Harley-Davidson, Road King Classic.
Jason was sitting behind him, his arms wrapped around John's waist, chin resting on his right shoulder as they rode to get some food, and hang round town.
Jason smiled, turning his face toward John's neck longing to nuzzle it in the spot where John's neck and shoulder joined, but he knew from experience that that wouldn't be a good idea while John was driving a car, let alone steering a motorcycle.
So he settled for holding on tighter, knowing John would understand his desire to be closer to him which he did.
When he slowed the bike down to a brake for the red light, John slid back in the seat, so that he was closer to Jason, touching more of him.
Still singing along with the Bruce Springsteen CD that was in the player he sang out "Got in a little hometown jam, So they put a rifle in my hands, Sent me off to a foreign land, to go and kill the yellow man, Born in the U.S.A, I was born in the USA".
Jason hummed softly in appreciation of John's strong and rough voice "Turn left up here" he said, giving John directions to the restaurant, John nodded in understanding and made the turn when he got to it.
They went a little further then Jason said "it's on the right up here".
They pulled into the parking lot of the little Chinese restaurant, John shut off the engine absent mindedly continuing to sing the next line in the song that had been playing.
"Yah can't start a fire, yah can't start a fire without a spark this Guns for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark" he crooned wrapping his right arm around Jason's shoulder as they walked into the restaurant.
Jason laughed softly and put his arm around John's waist, "One of these days I'm going to record you singing and send it in to one of those TV contests where you can win a recording contract" He said.
"Oh, oh don't even joke like that babe" John groaned after a second "I'd have to shoot myself, to save peoples eardrums, I can't sing"
"What!" Jason replied with shocked indignation, "Where the hell did you get that idea?"
John shrugged his shoulders "Around" he grumbled.
Jason stopped walking and looked at him for a minute "You've been around a lot of dumb-asses who think Justine Beaver can sing" he joked.
John looked up from staring at his shoes, his face was bright red a shy expression on his face, then he seem to realize exactly what Jason had said and he burst into a laughing fit, when his laughter subsided Jason pulled John closer "Personally, I love your singing, and wish I could hear you sing more often" he whispered before kissing him on the lips chastely.