Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest! But Unrelated Sam/Dean, but Weecest! Sam is underage in this! Language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Schmoop and sex is included.

If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.

Plot: Sam is working on a Valentine's Day project and Dean just has to find out what it is. How will he react if he finds out it's really for him? Will he break his Sammy's heart?

Or will he give Sam what he's always wanted…his heart?

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(Sam, 15, Dean, 19)

Sam had gotten Dean to run him to the craft store earlier that week. Dean had been curious but his little brother was being secretive and not saying word as to why. He blushed when asked why and Dean had smiled fondly at him. So cute when he did that, so innocent!

Sam ran in and told Dean to stay in the car. Dean put up hands in mock surrender, smiling and reassuring him he would stay in the car. He emerged soon after from the store, clutching a plastic bag. Dean could see construction paper, scissors, glue, and some doily looking stuff. Now he was really curious! What was Sam up to with those supplies?

In the days that followed, Sam would only work on his project when Dean was out and hide it quickly when he came in. Not letting him see it, even when Dean wheedled and tried to see it. He was told he would see it later, when It was done. "It's a special gift for someone." Sam said blushing and not able to meet his gaze. That had been the last time they had spoken of it. Now days later, he noticed the shavings and left over scraps in the trash can, Sam must have finished his project, now to wait and see what it was.

Maybe it was for some girl he liked…good for him! Dean thought proudly, his brother getting a girl, he liked that thought. Sam deserved that and more. He was a handsome boy, a true Winchester. All Winchesters were good looking, it was a terrific gene pool, Dean thought proudly.

So he waited.

No girls came by, strange. Sure, they flocked to Sam like moths to a bug light but…none seemed to keep his eye.

His eyes found Dean's in the hall at school and got a smile from his big brother, which in turn made Sam smile back widely. His eyes shined so wonderfully in these moments, his dimples showing full force the way Dean thought made him beyond handsome and closer to godlike. Sam was gorgeous, he just didn't see it.

The girl came up to Dean now, grinning wickedly. Dean looked away from Sam to look at her, then let her tug him into a closet to make out…again. She was his girl of the day, Sandy or was it Sally? He never got the names right so he gave up on trying; he couldn't bring himself to remember any girl's name for too long; they just weren't important enough to him to remember. Unlike Sam, who he never forgot and never could. He always remembered Sammy.

Then he remember what day it was. Valentine's Day. She must want to be his valentine. He let her think it as he pressed her into the wall, kissing her hard and let his hands roam under her shirt now.

But knowing she really wasn't his valentine. He would never have one of those. They moved around too much to let him have that. A real person to love for a while, to call his valentine. He didn't get that and neither did Sam, not really. He wished with all his heart that Sam could get that. He wanted him to have that!

Dean had been so busy with the girl that he had missed Sam's face falling unhappily as he looked away from him and missed the pained look he gave as they went into the closet.

They drove home that day in silence and Sam was quiet, not at all like himself. He stared out the side window and Dean could have sworn he saw tears in his eyes a couple times, too. He asked what was wrong but Sam said nothing. They both saw through this lie and Sam just clammed up on him now. Going in to lay on his bed and working on homework now.

Dean sighed and asked about his project, did the person like it that he had been giving it to. Sam got silent for a while then said in a barely audible whisper, "No. They didn't want it." He kept studying now and Dean could tell he was hurting. He tried to hug him and Sam pulled away.

"I'll be fine. I guess I just hoped that someone would love me back for once." Sam said sighing, "I was wrong."

Dean soothed him as best he could but knew he had to shower for his date with what's her name tonight. "When I get home tonight, we'll do whatever you want, Sammy. I hear there's a fair on the boardwalk tonight, we could do that." Sam just shrugged. "Sure, Dean. Go shower, we wouldn't want you late for your valentine's day thing."

"Sammy…" Dean had caught the bitterness in his voice, the jealousy. Sam wanted what he had, he wanted Sam to have it, too. How could they not want Sam's valentine? Not want his heart? Sam's heart was pure, and good and so full of love; how could they throw just that away!

"Just go…okay? Leave me alone!" Sam said crying a little now. Not looking at him.

Dean reluctantly did as he asked but resolved to cheer him up when he got done showering. Sam might just need some time alone to deal with his broken heart. Dean wanted to find the girl that had done this to him, broke his brother's heart after he had put so much work into that valentine for them, and pound her into the ground for making him cry like that!

When he came out, Sam was at the table, still studying. He was reaching for his bag when he saw it in the trash can, all crumpled and smashed. He carefully pulled it out, not caring when his towel fell off. Only concerned about this paper. He carefully smoothed it out to find the most mushy valentine he had ever laid eyes on, but still opened it to see who she had been. Then got a surprise he had never expected.

There were little Impalas, and guns, and sports stuff, pictures from magazines he had glued inside it. Right above, 'You make my engine rev, Dean. I love you! Be my Valentine?' He misted up, clutching the suddenly not-so-girly valentine in his hand, glancing at Sam. The valentine had been for him. Sam loved him and he was guessing from what he said earlier and how he had reacted said it was definitely not in a brotherly way.

He had wanted to give his heart to Dean, like in a boyfriend kind of way. And it turns out, Dean didn't find this offensive. Sam deserved to have someone love him back, to have someone take that loving and gentle heart of his and treasure it. He could do that.

He redid his towel now, and went over to Sam, setting the valentine of the table in front of him. Sam stared at it through teary eyes. "I know I'm wrong to feel this way, don't rub it in! I can't help how I feel. I love you and…" He wiped the tears away, still not looking at or making a move in Dean's direction yet. "Don't you have a date to get ready for?" He said bitterly again, jealous the man he loved would choose someone other than him…again, like he always did.

"Yeah, I do. Got to take him to that fair on the boardwalk, maybe hold his hand and kiss him a little, if he'll go with me?" Dean asked kneeling now, so he could look into Sam's eyes. He leaned up and kissed him gently now and felt Sam kiss him tentatively back, hand cradling his neck and chin tenderly, "Be my valentine, too, okay, Sammy?"

Sam stared at him with wonder and happiness now, hazel eyes soft with love for Dean now. "You mean it?" He couldn't believe Dean wasn't freaking out, "It's not wrong to be together that way?"

"No, Sammy, it's not wrong. It's incest and Dad would so not understand but he doesn't have to. This is our thing, me and yours. I'll love you forever if you let me." Dean said and smiled. "You're my valentine, too."

"I'll be your valentine, too, Dean." Sam said blushing and wrapping arms around him, kissing him again, this time deepening it momentarily and Dean melted into the brief kiss like he had never done before. Then he held Sam close to him and called the girl, whose name he still couldn't remember, even at gunpoint. Sally? Sandy? Sienna? It had an S in it, he was fairly sure. Either way, he called off their date and hung up, leaning in to kiss Sammy one more time.

Sam's hands brushed his body tentatively and Dean stayed still letting him touch him as much as he wanted, savoring the wonder and reverence his face as he did this, like Dean was a sacred thing and he was worshipping him this way. "I…I like your body." Sam said softly, blushing again, burning red and looking so handsome as he did it. Or so Dean thought.

"It's yours, if you want it. My heart, too. All of me, I'd let you have it all if you wanted to have me as yours now." Dean vowed and sighed as Sam smiled into his eyes and nodded. "I want you to be mine forever, Dean." Sam said softly, arms encircling Dean's waist now, pulling him closer until their faces fell into each other and their foreheads touched for a while. "I love you so much." He smiled now, dimples blinding Dean momentarily.

"We can hide it when Dad's around, but when he's not, I'll be your boyfriend, okay?" Dean said and Sam nodded happily. Dean reluctantly left his arms and dressed finally. Soon they were headed to the boardwalk and they played several games, bringing home several useless stuffed animals for Sammy, they made him smile so happily Dean had kept winning them for him.

They gave the toys to the owners of the motel, who had a couple kids that would like them. Then they headed back to their room, and cuddled close on the bed, kissing softly and letting it deepen until they were moaning and lost in each other. Their groins and bodies rubbed now, sliding against each other harder as they kissed now. "Sammy…I love you!" Dean cried out softly as he came from their touching this way.

"Dean, I love you, too!" Sam gasped as his first orgasm hit him and fell into it. Dean watched him feel the greatest pleasure he had ever known, his first orgasm; first time cumming at all. Then he reached lower down Dean's body and grasped him, stroking him tentatively. "Can we do…more?"

Dean fought through the haze of desire engulfing his brain and found his self control, small and dying but still there, and clung to it for dear life. Now anchored, he sighed, "I can't make love to you, Sammy. You're too young…" But, damn, the hand job was good and his control was slipping! Sam looked hurt and he rushed to make himself better understood, "We should wait until you're 18 but…" He had a thought and it wasn't a horrible thought really. A really fantastic feeling thought to be honest, "You can make love to me."

"I can?" Sam said in surprise and stopped stroking him.

"Yes, but…" Dean blushed and smiled, "It's my first time, too. So…we need help." He recalled the gay guys down the way had looked at him the other day. "I'll be back."

"Okay." Sam said confused.

Dean knocked on their door and they answered, naked. He had interrupted their sex, good. He needed their help. "Hello?" They saw who it was. "Can you come back later? We're a bit…busy." The man leered at his lover and Dean chuckled.

"Have you…have you started yet?" He blushed. "I'm about to do that, too. And I don't know what to do, so either you can come to our room and do it, or…I could watch you do it here." He held up a hundred. "I just need to know what do and I want to watch, either way."

"Oh." The man at the door said and thought about it. "Isn't he your brother?"

"Adopted. We adopted him when I was five. Not related really but…we're in love and he's too young, but I'm not, so I want him to do me. Which is why I'm asking you to help me." Dean said, "Please?"

"Then shouldn't he be watching, not you?" The man asked and Dean knew he had a point. Would Sam consider going down here or…

"That's why I suggested you come down there." Dean said and the man nodded. Kid was unusual to say the least but…

"Dan, you think we could teach them, let them watch in their room?" Steven asked his lover and the man came to the door, let him in. Dean handed them the hundred. They gave it back. "We're not prostitutes and this is a special thing to you, right?"

"Yes." Dean said softly and sighed. "Will you?" Dad was in another county on his demon hunt with others. He'd be gone another couple days at least. Knowing Dad, he'd take his time and be thorough. Better add another day to that. "You do your thing and we'll watch."

"Okay, we'll go down there. Give us a minute to dress." Steven said and shrugged. Kid had guts and he was so damn earnest! They'd do it.

"Thanks, room 3. Knock twice then wait and then two more times so we know it's you." Dean said and looked at them hard. "We won't let you in if you don't. And don't try to hurt us. We'll kill you if you do."

The men revised the earnest and upgraded it to deadly serious, too. He looked dangerous right now. They had a feeling he wasn't what he seemed to be, not a kid at all…something far more dangerous.

"Sure. Be right there." They said and he left grinning. "Thanks!"

He ran back to his room and told Sam what he had done, so excited he had thought of it!

"So they are going to have sex on that bed and we'll watch, then I do what they did. Is that right?" Sam asked, not a bad plan really. He could see it working. "Do we undress or…"He didn't want them to see him naked. Just Dean got to see him that way!

"We should but…" Dean didn't want them seeing Sam naked either. "Cover up, okay? I'll get the robes we got last time and we can wear them."

"Good idea." Sam said relieved. The robes were huge! They would hide their bodies well.

"So you'll do this?" Dean asked and Sam nodded smiling.

"Yes, it will work." Sam kissed him again, and Dean melted into it. Then someone knocked on the door. Twice, paused, then twice again. He slipped a knife into his pocket. Dean did the same. Then they opened the door. Once inside they fixed the salt line, offered them a soda with holy water in it and watched them walk through traps. So far so good.

"So, you are…" The men said to Sam who held out a friendly hand and smiled. He was one sexy guy! No wonder his brother wanted him. Damn, he looked good! If only he was older, they'd invite them to their bed but as it was. No dice.

"Sam. Sam Wilcox." Sam lied and they smiled, he had such sexy dimples!

"So, we'll take this bed and you sit on that one. We'll start slow and explain stuff. Is that what you were thinking?" Dan said and they nodded. Eyes serious, ready to study them and learn already. Kind of creepy really. They were like the microbes on a slide and these guys just were…studying them very clinically detached. One hand in a pocket each while they held hands with the other one.

Okay, no inviting these to their bed later if they met them; they were too scary. And creepy.

Now the men undressed, kissing and touching, moaning softly. Then Dan lay on the bed, and Steven sucked him until he came, crying out and arching. Then Dan sucked Steven, got him hard but stopped. Steven put Dan onto all fours and ate his hole, making the man cum from just that.

Both Winchesters agreed they were going to do that and moved closer to get a better view. After seeing how it was done, they stood there and watched from a closer proximity. Both so hard it wasn't funny from what they had already seen.

Then Steven lubed up fingers and explained what he was doing and showed them how to open the hole more and to find the spot inside him that felt good to Dan. Then he put on the condom, lubed himself up and worked into him slowly, holding the cheeks apart.

Both boys nodded and watched some more. Now it was really creepy! Their eyes were so cold and yet so full of desire, too. Learning and wanting at the same time.

He moved slowly, explaining the discomfort and burning, that it could hurt the first time if you weren't gentle about it. Dean would need to really relax to make this work. Now Dan moved and thrust back onto him and he fucked him, starting slow and upping the tempo gradually, moving a hand to the other man's shaft and stroking it, explaining how it would feel best to do. Then they got harder and deeper, faster now and they came hard with soft cries and moans. Steven came inside Dan and Dan came all over Dean's bed, spurting everywhere.

Then they fell to the bed, panting and spent for a minute, dressed and smiled at their flushed faces, and hard shafts under their robes. Yeah, these two boys were going to be just fine. They smiled again and said they hoped it helped and left. Dean fixed the salt line and locked the door again, folding his bedspread down to cover the cum on it.

"You ready, Sammy?" He asked, standing by his bed and Sam nodded, joining him there. "We'll do this on my bed, Dad won't understand finding cum on your bed if he finds it. I'll say I jacked off a lot or had a wet dream. If he sees it all, he's probably just crash on your bed when he gets here anyway."

"Good idea." Sam said and asked, "Can't I just stand while you suck me? And then I'll do you then get on the bed after you get like they were. Okay?"

"Okay." Dean said and knelt there, undoing Sam's robe and stroking him softly, "You're so big, Sam. Wow! All mine from now on, right? Not even when we're not boyfriends around Dad, I can share you with other girls on platonic dates but those kisses and this shaft are mine, and mine are yours. Can we do that, please?" Sharing Sam was so not on the menu anymore. No more!

"All yours, Dean. No kissing or touching anyone but you that way. Promise." Sam said smiling softly. Then moaned when Dean began sucking him, awkwardly at first, figuring how to get him into his mouth right and then using his tongue, lips, and hand the way the others had done. Sam came screaming and almost blacked out from that orgasm! Then he got his knees and sucked Dean, like he had been sucked and soon Dean was close to cumming and came, almost passing out, too. Then Sam sucked him hard again and stopped.

"You weren't supposed to make me cum right then, Sammy…" Dean teased and sighed happily, "But, damn, that was good! We should do that more, uh huh." He kissed Sam with swollen lips and they got lost in the kisses for a bit. "Wait here, I'll get on the bed. I'll grab the lube they left us." He got it off the nightstand and got into position. Then Sam went behind him and smiled, eating his hole like the other had done and Dean moaned loudly, fucking back onto his mouth now. "So good, wow!...More, please!" He cried out loudly and worked him open after he had made Dean cum from him eating his ass this way alone. Then he used his fingers to stretch and work him to where it felt good. Dean cried out in pleasure at how great this felt. Then Sam put on the condom and lubed it, and worked into him, stroking him to cumming now, loving the way Dean came for him! Then slipped in all the way as he came crying out and then moved slow.

He worked his hips to find that spot in Dean while he also worked him to where it felt good, and soon Dean was thrusting back and arched up onto his knees and gripped the headboard with a loud cry of "There…more!" Sam moved closer and ran hands over Dean's body and pinched and rolled his nipples just to see what would happen, and moved lower, stroking his shaft softly then harder, leaning down to kiss his neck and tugged on his nipples and roll them at the same time as he moved slowly inside him. He looked at those broad shoulder and kissed them, biting them and leaving marks. Not caring if Dad saw them. "Want to be your boyfriend, all the time! Not just when Dad isn't here. You're mine now! Fuck that dating others, no! My boyfriend!" Sam stated as he moved faster now, upping the tempo and taking him harder and faster now, going deeper and hitting that spot all the time now.

He was close and he could feel it but…something was missing. He withdrew and took off the condom, lubed himself up, and thrust back in, working up to that tempo again. Now they were moaning that it felt better this way, so many more sensations! "Yours! Always…boyfriend…not brother…fuck that feels great!...no dating others!...no touching anyone else…kisses ours….yes….so close….cumming…feel it…So intense!" Dean moaned and arched, Sam quickly put a condom on him to protect the bed and still stroked him, and they came together, crying out and feeling other orgasms behind them coming out as well.

Sam fucked him through all them for almost two hours and they screamed as they came every time. Then Dean removed the condom and hid it in the bottom of the trash can. They cuddled naked under the blanket, spent and barely able to move. Sam cuddled back into him and Dean wrapped his arms around him, Sam's covered his, and Dean kissed and sucked a mark into Sam's neck, kissing it lovingly when it was obvious and not able to be missed. He buried his face into the crook Sam's neck and sighed happily.

"He's going to see the marks." Sam teased and Dean laughed.

"Don't care." Dean said, "You may not be fucked yet but this means you're mine, anyway, understand?" He growled jealously. "This binds you to me. The rest is just other stuff we get to do."

"Yes, this made me yours. I'm your boyfriend now, Dean." Sam teased and smiled happily, "My Valentine."

"My Valentine, too." Dean said kissing his sexy ear and whispering, "I love you, Sammy, and I will until my dying day."

"Then marry me." Sam said softly and smiled at Dean's soft surprised sound. "When I'm 18, you and I will take off, get married. With or without his permission. Will you marry me, Dean? Let's just get engaged right now."

"You mean be your fiancée and not your boyfriend?" Dean asked, and smiled, liking that idea.

"Yes." Sam said. Hoping he'd say yes.

"Yes, I'll marry you…when you're 18. But for now, we're engaged." Dean said and added. "I get a ring, you cheap bastard you." He teased and saw Sam was blushing.

"I'll get you one." Sam said and Dean sighed happily. "Really soon."

"I'll keep you to that promise, baby." Dean said and Sam chuckled.

"Baby?" Sam teased, "We into the pet name thing already?"

"Damn straight, how about 'honey', 'sweetheart', 'pookie'?" Dean teased and laughed. "I'm especially fond of 'Pookie'."

"Baby is fine, the others will get you hurt, my fiancée or not." Sam threatened and they both chuckled again. "You're all I want now, Dean. Nothing else matters but us."

"I know. I feel the same." Dean said then added, "When you're sixteen, we could leave Dad. If we had to. Hunt together?"

"What about school?" Sam asked. He wanted to finish high school and to make sure Dean did, too.

"Oh." Dean hadn't thought of that. He had just thought that being with Dad was going to be hell of a strain on their relationship. "Never mind."

"We could…move into Bobby's? Tell him the truth and see if he'll let us be together." Sam suggested.

"That could work. We'd have to talk to them though. Tell the truth." Dean said worried. Honesty, oy! When had that ever worked?

"Or if they don't accept us, we leave, be together, like you said before. School isn't as important as our relationship now." Sam said and sighed, "Don't want to lose them, but won't lose you either."

"Never will." Dean said and cuddled in again. "We're going to Bobby's soon, I can tell. Dad is getting that 'I need to have someplace to sleep that isn't a motel room' look. He also misses him; they're lovers, you know, him and Bobby? They try to hide it but…I've heard them."

"Oh, that explains a lot." Sam agreed, the empty bed, the strange looks they gave each other when they thought the boys weren't looking, the accidental touches, the hand holding in private. "I should have noticed."

"Yeah, if it weren't for that damn demon, I think he's stay with him forever. They're in love, like us." Dean agreed, "We should tell them then."

"Yes, we should." Sam agreed and now they slept, "Love you, Dean."

"Love you, too." Dean said and knew no more.

Neither heard their Dad come in and fix the salt line. He watched them sleep, saw their tousled states and love bites and marks, and sighed. They looked so happy! He would talk to them in the morning.

He went to his bed and fingered the velvet box. And called Bobby.

"Bobby?" he said.

"John? Are you okay?" Bobby looked at the time and winced, it was three am.

"I'm…fine. I was missing you and it's Valentine's day and …Happy Valentine's Day, baby." John said and teared up, "I killed the demon tonight."

"You did?" Bobby said happily and grinned.

"Yeah, figured out who he was after and Daniel helped me. We used the Colt; Daniel is keeping it safe. He's gone." John said, "I just dropped him off an hour or two ago."

"That's great! So does that mean you'll live with me now? I miss you here." Bobby admitted.

"On one condition." John said grinning.

"What condition? I'll do anything." Bobby said and waited.

"Marry me, be their Father, too. I know you love them." John said and held his breath, "I got the ring already…"

"Yes, damn it, yes! Fuck, I'll marry you anytime you want me to." Bobby said and they smiled now.

"We'll be there by day after tomorrow. I'll give you the ring then." John said happily. "A home base, I like it."

"A Home, baby, your home and theirs. Not just home base but our Home." Bobby fixed that idea. This was his home. Not some place he returned to once in a while, he belonged here! He lived here, all the time!

"Our Home." John amended, "Pushy old coot."

"But your old Coot, you sexy devil you." Bobby teased. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too." John said and yawned, "See you soon."

"See you sooner." Bobby said and hung up, falling back onto his pillow, happy. Marriage, to the man he loved. Two years worth of hiding it and sneaking around. Two years with the most wonderful man he had ever known. Now his husband. He loved that man and damn he wanted this. He loved those boys as soon as he had seen them, too. His family, no one else's!

They would be here day after tomorrow; he would make it special when they got here.

Starting with their favorite dinner and maybe a candlelight romantic one when the boys were in bed?

He liked that plan.

And got started on making it reality.

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John made his bed when he got up and went to brush his teeth.

The boys woke up, saw the unused bed and made love. When they heard the shower running, they almost stopped but didn't. They kept going until they came crying out together and cuddled for a bit. Dad took long showers so that was a good thing. Then they untangled and cleaned up, put on the robes again, and sat up at the table, playing on the laptop nervously.

"What do we say?" Sam asked uncertainly.

"Do you think he saw cuddling last night? Our marks! He had to have seen them!" Dean worried and sighed, taking Sam's hand and kissing him softly. "We go with the plan. We tell the truth."

"Okay, um, if he flips out, you'll still take me with you? We'll leave?" Sam asked, "I don't need school if it means not having you. " He hated the thought but it had to be considered.

"Yes, where I go, you go." Dean promised, "I'm going to marry you someday, and make love to you. So, yeah, you're not going anywhere."

"I'll get you a ring…sometime. I'll earn the money for it myself!" Sam said proudly and Dean chuckled and kissed him softly.

"So independent, I love that about you." Dean said and heard a throat clear. Both looked up at their Dad in embarrassment. "How long have you…been there?" He asked and his Dad smirked.

"Right about where you said you'd leave if I flipped out. Got most of it." John said and sat at the table with them now. "Tell me what happened."

They told about them having sex, but left out the gay sex instructors, and told him about Sam's proposal and the boyfriend or fiancée thing. "We're waiting until he's 18 and we're married to have sex with him. I'm fine with being the one being made love to now. I'm legal, he's not. We were going to tell you at Bobby's."

John picked up the valentine and opened it, reading and examining it. He smiled. Sam had made this for Dean, so pretty and so full of love. So girly but not too much; the pictures of his car were nice and it was very well put together. Sam blushed as their Dad looked over the flimsy valentine. "You can be mad, but, please! Don't tear that up! I…"

He saw Dad look up and smile, caress the valentine fondly. "It's very pretty, Sam. Good work making it. You put a lot of love into this. I would never tear it up on you. Why would you think that?" He smiled, "I wouldn't mind starting a Wedding Album for you two, put this on the cover. It would be pretty."

"So you're okay with us being together?" Dean said in surprise.

"Yes, but only you get penetrated. Sam is off limits that way until he's older. I'll pound you bloody if you do." John said but added, "He's not legal, and this is barely legal what you have now. So let's just stay where we are, okay? You just do the blowjobs on him, right? Promise?"

"Promise." Dean said and asked, "We going to Bobby's soon? We were thinking that we'd stay there so he could go to school and I could…too." He looked up at his Dad with sad green eyes. "I want to go, too. Make you two proud of me."

"Oh, Dean, I already am!" Sam said taking his hand, "What made you think I wasn't?"

"You are so great, baby, and so smart. I'm not as smart as you but…you deserve more than a guy who gets a GED. You deserve a smart guy. I want to be smart as you, be that smart guy for you! I want you proud of me, too." Dean said and looked down now. "Never really wanted to go to school…until now. You make me want to better myself, make you proud of me. I'm really just some dumb guy who got lucky enough to find the perfect guy to love."

"That's not true, and even Sam knows it. You are smart! You just didn't apply yourself or didn't care to before. Now you do. My son is not 'just some dumb guy'! You are just as smart as Sam and we both know it and I believe in you. I'm proud of you, too! Never put yourself down that way. However, he does deserve a guy that graduates high school; maybe even college." John said and shrugged, "I'm giving you that when we get to Bobby's tomorrow."

"Huh?" they said together, confused. What was he giving them again?

"I proposed to Bobby. We've been lovers for two years now, just hid it. I killed the demon yesterday and now I want a Home again. Now that you're safe, Dean. I want to marry him and be his husband; he'll be your father, too, like me. We'll get you in school there." John said nervously, "I even got ring for him. Want to see?" He smiled crookedly and they smiled back.

"Let's see it." Sam said, and took the box. It was a silver wedding band with a couple diamonds in the front, side by side. "It's beautiful, Dad."

"I hope he likes it." John said and added, "I love you boys."

"Love you, too." Sam said and laughed, "I have to get him a ring, too. I want to earn the money myself though."

"I'm sure you can find something to do for money around Bobby's. He needs workers, you could do that." John encouraged and Sam nodded. He'd ask.

"So…what are you leaving out? You're leaving out something. I can feel it!" John said and saw their guilty looks. "Out with it."

Damn their Dad's gut instincts. He always caught them in a lie, always!

"Well…once we decided to have sex, we had to get some help…" Dean said and their Dad's eyes flashed angrily.

"Help?" He growled but held off. Maybe they watched porn?

Dean told him everything. Dad did not take it well at all.

"What the hell were you thinking? Inviting two strangers in here to do that in front of you!" John said and they cringed. But Dean straightened and he softened, so proud of his son's strength, able to stand up for himself, and Sam, even at a time like this.

"We had knives in our hands the whole time and kept our distance. We just watched and they left; that's all! We were very careful." Dean said and saw their Dad relax.

"The whole time, you had the knives ready to use, and you didn't get too close…right?" John said and sighed as Dean gave him a duh! Look.

"Of course we were." Dean said, "We tested them first, with holy water, salt, and the traps. And they were really nice and respectful. Never once tried to touch us in any way."

"Oh." John said and smiled, seeing it now. The men had shown them what to do, never once approached them or touched them, and left. Well, he still didn't like them letting others into the room…but…they had been respectful about it and left the boys alone. Plus they had tested them and had knives on them secretly the whole time. They had been safe and kept their distance. The men had been gentlemen. "Okay, just don't let anyone in again?"

"Yes, sir." Dean said then smiled, "Would you like to meet them? They are really nice men, and in love like us and you. Not like the usual people we meet. Do you want to meet them?"

"I'd like that." John said and smiled. They had helped his boys find this and he was grateful. Plus he wanted to make sure they weren't shifters or something worse. "Go shower and we'll get packed. I'll meet them before we go."

"Thanks for not freaking too much." Dean said and hugged him, surprising him with a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Dad. You are the greatest Dad ever!"

"Aw, go shower, you're being sappy…" John said but kissed him on his cheek, too. "Love you, too. You're a great son, too. Both of you are." Sam did the same and hugged him. Then they showered together and a few minutes later they came out; looking like they had just had sex…again. He was betting on blowjobs.

Now they packed and loaded the car.

"Come meet them now. They are really nice." Dean said tugging John to the men's door. He knocked and sleepy Steven peeked out. He could see Dan coming up, too. Both were in sweats and tank tops.

"Oh, it's you. Come in. Where's Sam?" Steven smiled as Sam ran in and took Dean's hand and gave him a look. A 'not leaving me behind!' look. "Um, I suppose they told you what we did."

"Yes, and while annoyed they let strangers into our room, I do want to thank you for being so nice as to do what you did. And for not touching them in the process. I was surprised he asked you to do that; but then again, Dean is a very unusual boy anyway. He's very aggressive that way." John said and they nodded, he was unusual.

His eyes were as hard and cold as theirs, but more so, while still holding mirth in them as well. He would kill you and be happy about it, they thought. Thank goodness they hadn't touched the boys; he'd have killed them! And be happy he had.

"We're getting married when he's 18." Dean said happily, "We'll just be engaged for a few years."

"Congratulations!" Steven said and went to hug them but stopped, Dean gave John a look and he nodded. Dean hugged the men and they hugged back. "He's getting married to our other Dad, Bobby, soon. Can you come to the wedding?" He looked at John and pleaded, "Can they come to the wedding as our guests?" He smiled at them, "You're our friends now." He gave them a paper with his and their phone numbers. "If you want to talk or something. You don't have to…" He toed the carpet awkwardly.

"They don't have many friends; we moved too much but now…" John said seeing how unhappy Dean was now and caved. "You can come visit whenever you want. And call. They could use a friend now. Or two." He eyed Dan who looked at Steven and they nodded. "Come to my wedding, okay? You will be there?"

So forceful for such a pleaded question! He was aggressive like Dean. They saw where he got it from. "We'll be there. Here's our information." He handed them a flyer. "We're in the closet and we have a catering company. Our address is our house; we work out of it. That is our home number, too."

"Thanks, what are your rates? If I was interested in having you do our wedding?" John asked and they considered it, "Reception and a rehearsal dinner?" They asked.

"No, just the wedding and the reception. It'll be a small one." He thought about it. "Maybe ten at most."

"That's not too bad. Add in the discount for our friends; how about $200 for the day?" Steven said. Sure, they usually charged thousands but…not for these men, they were different. "You say there will be a priest there?"

"Yes, why?" John asked curiously.

Steven turned to Dan and said, "You know we've been together for five years, and not once have you proposed. They were together for one night and they did. Hell, even he did. So, are you going to marry me or not?" He smiled as Dan nodded.

"Yes, I'll marry you. You pushy man you. You do know this is coming out now, right? No more closet!" Dan said and Steven happily nodded.

"No more closet." He said, "Husbands."

Now Steven looked at them, "I'll do it for free if we can have a private ceremony and use your priest."

"Deal!" John said and smiled, "He was right. You are nice men."

"He said that?" Dan asked and they nodded. "Thanks."

"I won't say you are nice, because you are and aren't. I'll go with you are scary but we like you and, in some ways, you are nice. To be honest, the whole time we were doing it, we were worried they were going to kill us or something." Steven admitted.

John smiled proudly at his boys and they gave him a look. Of course they had been careful. His sons would have killed them and he knew this but they didn't need to know that. No scaring off the new friends!

"We have to hit the road but I'll call with the wedding details for you." John said and they went to leave, "It was really great meeting you two. Again, thanks for helping them."

"No problem. They are great boys." They said in turns and went inside shutting the door behind them.

The Winchesters got in their car and pulled away.

The men just smiled and made a call.

The man answered, "Hey, they're safe. The boys are okay." Dan said and waited for his response.

"Good, what else happened?" Bobby said, looking over a book. He had been using his some of the other retired Hunters he knew to protect his family for months now. His little project, of sorts, They gave him all the details and he smiled. "So, you really are marrying him finally? It took you long enough."

"Yeah, there after you guys do. We're borrowing your priest." Dan said and blushed as Steven kissed his neck. Some secret protector he was, he thought as he melted under his lover's seductions.

"Fine with me. I hope to see you then. I assume you gave them your flyer?" Bobby asked, "The one with the address and phone number?" They were closet gay and owned a new catering company now; he could throw some business their way. They were his friends, after all; then there was the matter of the money he'd promised them.

"Yes, they said they'd call." Steven said taking the phone while also thrusting into his lover; taking him at the same time.

"I appreciate you helping me out this way. The money will be in your account by noon." Bobby said already sending the funds to their account. "I'll be in touch." He hung up and smiled. His family was safe and on their way here. He couldn't be happier.

Steven and Dan moved together harder and soon came and did it all again. Until noon. Which was when they left and got the money. Then left town and headed to follow the Winchesters to make sure they were safe on the way to Bobby's, the little dot telling them they were a gas station in Depont. They had put a tracker on their car this morning while they were inside their room.

They liked those men and were going to make sure they were safe. And so they watched the dot move on its path…

And followed it to protect their new friends.

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