Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing in Kripke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure. No copyright infringement intended.

Synopsis: Sam Wesson is trying desperately to get home to his not so perfect life for the holidays, but when a freak snowstorm stands him in a tiny airport in Jackson Hole, Wyoming he may find a new reason to celebrate the season. Dean Winchester doesn't believe in miracles and he has never stayed in one place for more than a few months. But when he meets Sam Wesson during the most festive time of the year, he might just have found something worth believing in.

NOTE: This story focuses on un-related Sam and Dean as they find one another on a blustery Christmas night. It is a romantic Christmas story. Very light on the SLASH action, but it is there.

Rated T.

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Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, all grammatical errors are my own.

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Chapter One

Serendipity

Winter storms were a hazard of flying during the winter in certain areas. Jackson Hole, Wyoming was one of those tragically affected airports when the northern storms blew down. And as luck would have it, one of those storms with blizzard conditions had made its' way down from the cold northern regions of Canada. It had already put down eleven inches of snow and it was still falling in heavy sheets that blanked out the starry night sky. The airport was a small one, but catered to some of the richest people in the world. Private jets were a common sight in the valley surrounded by the Grand Teton Mountain range.

The area was home to many winter and summer homes for the uber wealthy. It was one such residence that had brought Sam Wesson out this close to Christmas. His firm was closing a huge deal to represent the growing startup. The young woman had wanted to meet at her cabin, since she was spending the holiday there with friends and family. Sam had only agreed as long as they understood that he had to be back in Chicago for the holidays. His son would be expecting him and Sam didn't like to disappoint Adam. The child had already lost his mother to a debilitating disease two years ago.

Sam's father had agreed to watch the nine year old while he attended to business. He hated to leave the energetic little boy, but sometimes being a senior partner in a large law firm didn't leave him with a choice.

Sam leaned against the counter; his expensive wool trench coat swirled around his calves. His sable hair fell forward and he brushed it out of his eyes. "What do you mean the flight is cancelled? It's two days until Christmas. When will it be un-cancelled?" The clerk smiled apologetically as she searched through her computer. Her red hair was pulled back in a French-twist and her hazel eyes were searching for anything that might help the upset traveler in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, sir. But there doesn't appear to be anything until tomorrow. The airline can offer you vouchers at one of several motels." She smiled again. "It's very picturesque. The snow is amazing this year."

Frustration soaked through Sam and he shook his head. "I'm sure it is. But I have a family I need to get back to and none of them are staying in those hotels." He wasn't rude, just honest as he held out his hand for the voucher. The disappointment was plain on his handsome face as he turned from her and grabbed his bags.

The trip to the hotel was short and he was so focused on trying to get cell phone signal that he missed the brightly colored lights that were strung throughout the small town. When his signal refused to cooperate Sam huffed and shoved the devious little device back inside his coat. And for the first time, he looked up. Garland was strung across the road and lights twinkled through the falling snow. The wind was just starting to pick up and the tiny frozen flakes were beginning to swirl in patterns of rising and falling waves.

The airport shuttle pulled up in front of a huge log cabin hotel complete with the biggest Christmas tree that Sam had ever seen. There was a rustic glow to the place that spoke of age and care. The huge entryway was trimmed in red and green. Several large trees were placed strategically around the shiny wood counter. A woman in a sleek Santa hat and expensive suit coat waived to get his attention.

"Mr. Wesson?"

Sam frowned. "Yes…" He answered slowly before setting his bags on the floor and pulling his black leather gloves from his long slender fingers.

"The airport called and said you were on your way. We have a room available, but I'm afraid it's an adjoining room and there's nothing I can do about that. The hotel is now fully booked thru the holidays."

"I'm sharing a room?" Sam asked, incredulous at the idea. His day was getting worse by the minute and his heart was aching at the idea of not spending Christmas with his little boy. He did his best not take it out on the woman in front of him. After all, it wasn't her fault the storm had decided to smack the western regions.

She looked surprised. "No. Not sharing a room. It's just attached to another room and…however...it does share the bathroom." The woman at least had the where-with-all to look chagrined about the revelation.

"Great." Sam muttered as he held his hand out for the key.

"Our handyman will bring your bags up in a few minutes." The woman called after him.

Sam thought that was a bit strange. Why wouldn't the bellhop just bring it up? When he saw the aged and bent old man that stepped up to show him to his room and he instantly understood.

The bellhop showed him to the second floor room and Sam had to admit that it was beautiful. There was an enormous king-sized bed and it was draped in soft red duvet that fell in gentle waves to the floor. The hotel had actually set up a Christmas tree in the corner of the room near an actual fireplace. Not one of the natural gas heating units, but an actual wood-burning fireplace. A large metal crate was settled beneath the mantle, filled to the brim with split wood ready to be burned in a merry dance of flame and heat.

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Dean Winchester stomped off the heavy snow that was clinging to his boots and his leather jacket as he stepped back inside the rustic, yet elegant, hotel. The bar had been a complete bust so he'd had a couple beers and played a few rounds of pool before calling it a night. The storm was really picking up steam outside and he shivered as the warmth from the enormous fireplace in the common room settled into his bones. Anna, the woman behind the counter smiled at him and he grinned back.

"Hey Anna. We full up tonight?" He sauntered around the counter and rolled up his jacket, tucking it under the long reception counter.

"We are now. Last guest just checked in. Matter of fact he left his luggage here if you want to take it up to his room?" She smiled a coy little smile and Dean threw on his most charming grin. He'd been debating on taking the woman up on the flirting she'd been doing over the last month, but he'd promised himself this time was going to be different. He wasn't going to start something he couldn't finish.

He grabbed his tool belt from under the counter and strapped it around his lean hips. "Sure. Which room?" Water dripped from his spiky blonde hair and he reached up wiping the melting snow from his face as he waited for further directions. He'd taken this job when his baby, a 1967 Chevy Impala, had needed new tires and an engine rebuild a month ago. He'd been working on the classic car when he wasn't needed at the hotel. The owner had been kind enough to let him park it in one of the garages generally kept for big wigs.

Anna's face fell and she looked slightly guilty. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and leaned seductively against the counter. He could see the infatuation in the young woman's eyes and he used it to his advantage. Hell, she hasn't worked all that hard to keep it hidden. He thought. "What did you do, Anna?" He asked playfully.

She pulled her lower lip between white teeth and shrugged her shoulders in feigned innocence. "I gave the guest the staff room adjoining yours…"

Dean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "You did what? Why?"

"His flight got cancelled and he didn't have anywhere to stay. I figured it was better than telling him we've been sold out for three months." She tried to smile as she waited for his response.

Dean pulled in a breath and then shrugged his own shoulders. "Guess I'm sharing my bathroom now, right?"

She nodded guiltily.

Great, that's all I need. A pissed off old curmudgeon of a guy that is being forced to share a bathroom with the help. That's going to go over great. His silent thoughts had him shaking his head as he grabbed the roller bag sitting near the luggage cart.

"Alright. Fine, I'm just gonna get this to his room before the old guy dies of a heart attack or something." Dean was already striding away in long ground eating steps before Anna could correct his mistake.

Dean carried the bag up the large curving staircase. His eyes drawn to the twinkling lights that wrapped around the mahogany banister along with beautiful garland that twisted around every single piece of wood. There were enormous poinsettia plants strategically placed along the steps adding a splash of red to the sea of green.

He took a deep breath before rapping on the door next to his and waiting as he heard shuffling on the inside. "Just a minute." A man's voice called.

Funny, you don't sound like an old guy. Dean thought just as the door was thrown open and his eyes were forced to travel up the bare chest of a man that was maybe thirty years old before landing on a face that would most women swoon. Water was still dripping from his freshly washed hair and it was traveling in tiny little patterns down his perfectly sculpted chest. Then the drop had to navigate the nearly Adonis looking abs before finally soaking into the white of the towel. The fluffy material was wrapped loosely around lean hips and very long legs. The guy had to be pushing six foot five and Dean found that he had to swallow his initial reaction. It wasn't often that he was caught completely off guard, but this was definitely one of those times.

He put on his best 'swagger' and pulled the bag in front of the man. "Your bag?" He asked with a cheeky little smile.

The guy smiled and something flip-flopped inside Dean when two deeply set dimples popped out. "Yes. Thank you." He reached out to take it and his fingers brushed, ever so slightly, over Dean's and there was a tiny little tremor that transferred between them at the touch. Dean pulled his hand away like he'd gotten burned when he saw the same confusion in the other man's eyes.

He quickly changed the subject. Although in hindsight, this wasn't much better than the touching. "I see you found the bathroom okay." Dean wasn't sure what to say now. He just knew that he wanted to talk to this guy more…a lot more. Something about his voice was like music to Dean's ears.

"I did. Thank you." The man glanced down at the blank nametag on Dean's shirt. "I'd thank you by name, but you don't seem to have one." There was a slight twinkle in his blue-green eyes and Dean couldn't stop the snort at the irony of that statement. You have no idea how true that is.

"Dean. My name is Dean." He held out his hand and waited for the man to return the introduction.

Warmth seeped into the taller man's almond shaped eyes as he extended his own hand in greeting. "Sam. Sam Wesson."

The handshake was strong and warm and Dean wondered when he felt his hand engulfed in the larger hand of Sam, just exactly how tall this guy actually was. "Sorry to hear you got stuck in Wyoming during Christmas, Sammy."

A slight frown worked its' way onto Sam's forehead. "No…just Sam. Not Sammy. 'Sammy' is a fat twelve year old. And I'm sorry about that too."

Dean couldn't stop his snarky reply. "Are you saying you were a fat twelve year old?"

Sam's mouth popped open and he closed it several times before Dean interrupted his lack of response.

"Cuz you're certainly not fat now." Dean couldn't believe he'd actually said it out loud. He'd been thinking it, but he hadn't planned on saying it.

Sam started to respond but was interrupted when a couple exited the room up the hallway from him.

The woman, who was now, walking by with her husband nearly tripped over a plant as she stared at Sam in abject appreciation. Her portly husband glared at the man standing in his doorway half dressed. Suddenly both Dean and Sam realized that one of them was standing in the doorway of hotel half naked. "Uh…I should get some clothes on." Sam said as he started backing into the room.

Dean nodded and took a step back. "Well, have a good night. And let me know if you need anything." He pointed at his blank nametag.

"Sure, I'll just ask for the man with no name." Sam shot back with a quirk to his lips.

"They'll know exactly who you're talking about." Dean responded with a smile.

Dean started stepping away and he missed the curious expression on Sam's face as he slowly closed his door. He couldn't help the small smile that was now pulling at his own full lips as he turned to the door next to Sam's and slipped inside.

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Sam pushed the door shut and laughed to himself before shaking his head. His cellphone started ringing and he rushed to grab the device before the signal disappeared again. A grinning little boy popped up on the screen with the caller ID.

Sam sank down onto the bed and swiped the 'answer' button. "Hey buddy. What're you doing up so late?" He knew that it was after midnight in Chicago and the little boy had likely snuck his phone under his sheets at his grandparent's house to avoid being caught.

"Hey dad. I just wanted to talk to you. When are you coming home?" There was a hopeful timber the child's voice and Sam felt his heart constrict at it.

"Oh buddy, my plane got delayed, so it might be a little bit before I get back." Sam's heart broke a little more at the silence on the other end of the phone. "Adam, I promise I'm going to do everything I can to get back to you by Christmas."

"That's only two days away, dad. And you can't control the weather." There was another brief pause. "I guess if we have to celebrate after Christmas that's okay."

Sam could hear his son trying to be mature about the whole thing. But he hated that his little boy was that 'mature'. Adam had suffered more loss in his short life than most adults do. The loss of his mother had been tragic for them both and Sam had done his best not to bring anyone into the child's life that wouldn't be staying.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and ran his long fingers through his damp hair. "I'm going to try to be there. I'm sorry, Adam. I shouldn't have left this close to the holidays."

"It's okay, dad. You didn't have a choice."

There it was again. The far too rational response and Sam knew that he had to be there for the holiday this year. He had to be.

A murmur on the other end of the line let Sam know that his child had been busted by his grandfather. "Uh dad, I gotta go. Grandpa says it's too late to be on the phone. Can you call me tomorrow?"

Sam shook his head at his father's strict rules. "Yeah kid. I'll call you. Tell grandpa 'hi' for me and get to bed."

"Love you, dad." Adam said as the line went dead.

Sam felt a distinctive burn behind his eyes as he pulled the phone away from his ear. "Love you too." He whispered as his hand fell into his lap. He hadn't really come to terms with Jessica's death. In fact, he hadn't dated since she'd passed away five years ago. Instead, he had focused on becoming a partner at his firm and raising Adam. Sam tossed the phone further up on the bed and grabbed the bag that Dean had brought up. He pulled out a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt before wandering back to the bathroom.

It never occurred to him to knock and he pushed the door open and stepped inside before he knew what he was walking into. Dean was standing at the vanity mirror in nothing but a towel of his own after having obviously stepped out of the shower. The steam was still billowing around inside the little room and Sam stumbled to a shocked halt.

His eyes drifted up and down the other man in a way that was wholly unfamiliar to him. Dean's blonde hair was lying loosely against his head and the eyes that lifted to meet Sam's in surprise were the color of a fir tree. Sam was fairly certain it wasn't even humanly possible to have eyes that shade of green. The brown towel that was hugging Dean's hips was hanging dangerously low and Sam felt a lump of something in his throat the sight. The golden skin above the towel was still dripping wet and Sam was finding it hard to pull his eyes away from the sight.

"I'm so sorry." Sam stammered as he shuffled back out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut before sinking against the opposite wall in embarrassment. He heard a sigh from the other side of the door and then a soft knocking.

"Sam? Open the door man." Dean's voice was deep and had a gravelly quality to it that Sam found very hard to ignore. He was pretty sure he couldn't handle seeing the man half-clothed at the moment. So he opted for talking through the door.

"No. That's okay. Just…I'm sorry. I forgot about the bathroom sharing thing." He said quickly. And I had no idea I was sharing one with you.

"Seriously, dude. It's fine. That type of thing happens all the time." Dean answered easily.

Sam pushed away from the wall and opened the door at that. He was still holding his own clothes and Dean wasn't wearing anymore this time than the last time...just the towel. "Really? You have strange men burst in on you in the shower and that 'happens all the time'?" He only realized what he'd said after it was already out and a rush of red raced up his neck and burned his ears in embarrassment.

"No. Not that exactly. But yeah, when you share a bathroom you're more likely to walk in on something...or someone." Dean just stood there all glowing skin and mostly naked, while Sam squirmed inside his own skin. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment in him and Sam was distinctly jealous of that fact. The man must spend a lot of time naked to be that comfortable with it. He thought in irrational irritation.

"Well next time try locking the door." He shot back as he stepped away and walked around the corner of his room, leaving Dean standing in the open doorway.

"Okay…would you like me to start that right now? Or should I wait for an itinerary?" Dean snarked. He didn't like the tone in the other man's voice and it brought out his sarcastic side.

Sam's head popped back around the corner. "Now would be good." He said quickly.

Dean frowned and then he did something that Sam would never forget. He bowed. The guy actually freaking bowed to him and pulled the door shut with a resounding 'click' of the lock. "As you wish."

Sam had no idea how to respond to that and he found that the more he thought about it the angrier he was getting. Where the hell does this guy get off being a jackass like that? He ground his teeth together and took a deep breath before grabbing a pair of jeans instead of his sleep pants and pulled them over his long legs. He wasn't going to get any sleep at the moment anyway. Might as well head down to the hotel's bar and see if he could get a stiff drink. Maybe he could drown the uncomfortable reaction his body had had to the perfectly perfect half-naked man on the other side of his thin wall…and locked bathroom door.

TBC…

Author's Note: I wanted to do a holiday romance and what better way to play with than with these two awesome characters. Please leave me a review if you want to see this continued. I am not abandoning any of the other stories, but I really wanted to do something different for the holidays. This isn't going to be heavy SLASH, but the elements will be there. Don't like it, don't read it. And don't flame it if it isn't your thing, the warning is at the beginning of the story and chapter in between.

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