Title: So Close and Yet So Far

Chapter 1: So Close, So Far

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys or the movie this plot is based on. Just for fun.

Reality: Alternate, based on the film Casablanca

Summary: In Paris two young men meet on the backdrop of an impending war. Dean thinks he is in love and doesn't care about the consequences.

Notes: If you encourage me I may continue...Enjoy

Dean really didn't know why he had been so lucky to find Sam in Paris. It was something he didn't really dwell on, for if he thought too hard he would think too far into the past. He wasn't too proud of his past. He was in Paris and he was only thinking one day at a time.

He looked across the table through the smoke heavy air of the side-walk café at the young man who might have fallen in love with. He had always hidden his feelings for his own sex, experimenting only a few times before the partner decided to leave for either a girl or another city. Not until Sam did he ever think about walking down the street and using the word love to describe his feelings. Sam smiled back at him, his hair was cut in such a way that his bangs would fall into his face. It gave Dean a reason, an excuse, to touch Sam in public or he would have made him cut the hair a long time ago. His eyes had laugh lines and his smile broke over almost too perfect white teeth, he was about four inches taller then Dean but five years younger.

"Franc for your thoughts?" Sam said smiling and throwing a coin into the air. Dean caught it easily and smiled back.

"In America it would be a penny." Dean said trying to avoid his lingering doubts by changing the subject. He played with the coin not looking at Sam.

"I don't mind being overcharged." Sam smiled, his hand came from under the table to press against his thigh squeezing tightly, encouragingly.

"I was just wondering…" Dean began looking into Sam's evergreen eyes, he could get lost forever in them. "Who am I to be so lucky to find you waiting for me? What did I do to deserve you?" Dean asked waiting for Sam's reaction to his questions.

Sam didn't disappoint his face showed five or six different emotions almost at once. Sadness, regret, trust and love were the ones Dean recognized. "You mean why isn't their someone else?" Sam asked pointedly. His eyes wandered away from Dean's face and Dean suddenly felt chilled. "That's easy, there was someone and they are gone."

The way Sam spoke with the emotions so openly in his words Dean couldn't resist moving his hand into Sam's and squeezing it trying to comfort him. Sam smiled meekly as if he knew what Dean was trying to do. Dean frowned at Sam's reaction.

"I'm sorry I forgot our promise of no questions." Dean tried to change the subject, to distract Sam from his painful memory.

Sam looked back at him with a suggestive smile. "I'll just have to punish you later for the mistake." Sam smiled turned too innocent. His hand had moved from Dean's thigh to the heat radiating from between his legs. Dean's eyes went large and then closed as his mouth opened with a silent moan as Sam used the palm of his hand and kneaded it into Dean's growing 'problem' between his legs. Then too quickly the hand was gone and Sam was innocently paying for the meal and getting up walking down the street with nothing but a small smirk on his face and a short glance over his shoulder at Dean. Dean couldn't get up fast enough to follow his lover back to their apartment.

Break

"My German is a little rusty what are they saying?" Dean asked with concern as they listened to the loud speaker coming from the van down on the street below.

"They will be here by the end of the week. Dean you must go, with your record…"

"I'm already in their black book," Dean smiled leaning back on the couch they had been sitting on.

"Dean please if they find you…" Sam was worried about him.

"I'm not leaving without you Sam. We will go on tonight's train, the 9 o'clock out of here to the coast." Dean said formulating a plan in his head.

"We don't have any money." Sam said a little too quickly, too eager to give an excuse, but Dean didn't notice.

"I'll sell the impala."

"No you can't you love that thing it's a classic." Sam objected.

"Exactly, I will get top bill for it, we will have more then enough to get across the Medi into Africa from there a short hop across the pond to America." Dean said too optimistically, almost out of character.

"I will have to meet you at the station, I have a few things I have to do before we leave." Sam said his voice distant and sad.

"All right 8:30 at the station, don't be late." Dean stated at the time not paying attention to Sam's words.

Break

"Last call for the 9:00, last call, All aboard." The voice rang out over the constant patter of rain on the pavement and the roof covering half the platform. Dean looked out through the crowd trying to find the familiar face through the black and grey umbrellas and raincoats. He couldn't find him. Finally Bobby came back, he had gone to check and see if Sam was still at the apartment. Bobby pushed a wet piece of paper into his hand and then pulled him towards the train. Dean struggled to read the note as he was pulled up onto the train by Bobby.

Dean,

I must never see you again. You must believe that I loved you and I wish you the best of luck.

Sam

Dean felt his stomach drop out, he felt like he had been shot and punched and choked all at the same time. As he stood on the train and watched the city disappear he felt like he could not breathe like something was holding him down under water. Bobby finally was able to get the note out of his fist and threw it away. Dean swore never to think of him again, never to speak his name or remember the time they had in Paris. He turned towards the future with a bleak and pessimistic outlook on life. He would never give himself over to those heartfelt emotions ever again, he would only look out for himself and no one else.