It was dark by the time Dean reached Bobby's, and he was exhausted; his muscles ached, his head throbbed, and all he wanted to do was fall onto the couch with a beer in his hand. The Impala's headlights cut through the darkness as Dean pulled in the old hunter's front yard, and shifted the car into park. Everything was quiet and calm, for once, and Dean was thankful; he had put up with enough shit in the hours before, that all he wanted to hear was silence.
Dean tore the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car; groaning as he stood up, stretching slightly. His joints popped loudly as he shut the door, and he let out a low moan, loving the feeling as they popped. Walking around the old Chevy, Dean shot a glance at the house in front of him; wondering why there were no lights on. He shrugged as he twisted the key in the lock on the trunk, and pulled it open; grabbing two duffel bags, one which contained clothes, and the other that held guns and ammo.
He tossed them over his shoulder and slammed the trunk shut, before walking, quickly, to the front door. Dean stopped to gently knock on the door, but as he lifted his hand; he heard the door creak open. Chuckling to himself, Dean shook his head and inched the door open with the toe of his boot.
"Dad?" Dean called out as he trudged into the foyer, dropping both of his bags in the narrow space. "Bobby?" His voice rang out louder as he walked into Bobby's living room and felt for the light switch. After a second of fumbling, Dean's fingers hit the switch, and he flipped it up; his eyes moving across the room as the light flooded it.
Liquor bottles and beer cans crowded the room, and Dean groaned in disgust. He sighed and made his way through the garbage; gently kicking it aside. "Bobby!" Dean called out, looking up at the ceiling, as if he'd magically be able to tell if Bobby and his dad were upstairs.
The sound of his cell phone ringing pulled Dean from his search, and he quickly snapped it open; holding it up to his ear. "Dad?" Dean waited for a response, and only heard the familiar sound of his father's husky laughter.
"Yeah - it's me, Dean," John replied and Dean chuckled, running his free hand through his short, brown hair. "Hey, where are you? I'm at Bobby's." Dean held the phone tighter against his ear, as he made his way through the messy room.
"Oh, you are?" John's gruff voice sounded almost surprised, and Dean's forehead furrowed with confusion.
"Yeah, I called you earlier, remember?" Dean paused as he pushed a few beer cans off the couch, "I told you I was close by, and was going to save money by staying here, with you guys." Sinking down onto the couch, Dean let out a long groan as he relaxed against the soft couch cushions.
"Oh, yeah, I remember; I just didn't know you'd be here so early." Dean heard his father's laughter, and he couldn't help but smile; the man had a warm voice, and a laugh that could put a smile on just about anyone's face. John's voice cut through his thoughts, and Dean heard him add, "We'll be home in a bit. See you then."
Dean opened his mouth to tell his father he'd see him later, but before he could get the words out, the line cut out. "Okay," Dean mumbled and shut his phone; leaning forward to peel his jacket off.
It felt good to be home, or at least be at the only home he had ever known, and Dean was content; there were no demons that needed to be taken care of, or people that needed to be saved. Taking in the silence, Dean shifted; stretching out as he lay his head on the arm of the couch.
"Dean," He felt himself being shook slightly. "Dean! Wake up, boy." Dean's eyes fluttered open and he grumbled incoherent words as he looked up at Bobby. "What?" He slurred and swallowed hard; sitting up as he lifted a balled fist to his eye, rubbing it softly. "Mm, where am I?" Dean asked in a sleep-heavy voice, and looked around; remembering he was at Bobby's, lying on his couch.
"At my house, you idjit." Dean smiled at the old hunter's familiar voice, and insults, and yawned sleepily. "Where's dad?" He asked, mid-yawn, as he looked around; his eyes not yet adjusting to the light.
"He's bringing in groceries from the Chevelle," Bobby's words made Dean giggle, and he snapped his head at the old hunter. His face was serious and Dean stopped giggling, raising his eyebrow.
"Groceries? John Winchester? Are you sure you don't have a demon, disguising himself as my dad?" Dean let out a low chuckle, and then cleared his throat before hearing Bobby laugh. "Yeah, I know - but he suggested getting some things for you.."
Dean watched the old man shrug, before he felt the weight of the man's body fall on the couch next to him. "It's good to see you Dean," he heard Bobby say, and could hear a smile in the old man's voice.
Dean smiled instantly and turned; clamping a hand on Bobby's shoulder, before he laughed softly. "It's been way too long, Robert Singer." Dean grinned, knowing that the use of Bobby's full name pissed him off, and ducked just before Bobby threw a punch.
"Ha, you're still fast.." Bobby muttered as he shook his head, and Dean stood up; his joints popping in protest, and his muscles aching more than before. "Ugh, I need a shower.." Dean muttered to himself as he made his way to the kitchen; where John was stocking the pantry.
"Hey dad," Dean said in a small voice as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans; smiling softly at his father. John Winchester stopped what he was doing and turned around; smiling at Dean before walking to him.
"Dean," he whispered, before Dean felt the man's arms wrap around his shoulders. "Dad.." Dean gasped out, as his body was crushed against his dad's.
"Oops," he heard his dad say and there was the all-too-familiar laugh; the sound made Dean smile, and suddenly he felt at home. He chuckled to himself, and took a few deep breaths as John let go of him.
His father stood arms-length away from Dean; his large hands firm on Dean's shoulders, and a smile on his face. "It's good to have you home," Dean heard his father say, and he swallowed hard; smiling more at his father.
"It's good to be home, dad," Dean whispered back and clamped his hand on John's shoulder. "What did you get for me to eat?" He suddenly broke the sentiments, and saw John grin; his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and his dimples suddenly appearing.
"Well, I figured you'd want something home-cooked, and well.." He heard his father chuckle before adding, "And I've become domestic, sorta."
Dean laughed, harder than intended, and stared at John; his mouth hanging open. "Really?" He asked, clearing his throat as he watched his dad. "Yes, really," John replied and Dean felt him playfully hit his shoulder. "I can cook like no body's business." John grinned at his son, and Dean felt happy, and content now that his father was with him.
*John's POV.*
John watched Dean; his son, who was grown up now, and had been since a young age. John blamed himself for Dean being so grown up, and responsible, when he was just a kid; but he could only try and make up for it now.
"Steak or burgers?" John asked, loud enough so Bobby could hear. "Oh, steak of course," Dean replied and John could hear him chuckle; which made him laugh softly in response.
"Steak it is," John said as he began preparing dinner; grabbing pots and pans and placing them on the stove. "What else would you like?" He asked, his back turned on Dean as he turned the burner on the stove on and placed three steaks in a huge cast iron skillet.
"I have no idea, I don't think I'll be able to eat anything else.. Those things are huge." John chuckled at his son's remark and looked down at the rib-eyes in the skillet; nodding slightly. "They are bigger than normal, but.." John paused and drew in a quick breath before adding, "I figured you'd have an appetite, like always."
Once the words were out of his mouth, John heard his son's soft laughter and he instantly smiled. He had missed everything about Dean - from his smile, to the sound of his laughter, to the way he held a pistol in his hand. "Go in the living room with Bobby; I've got this." John glanced over his shoulder, and nodded to his son; smiling softly at the young man.
He watched Dean walk away, his eyes instantly finding their way on his back-side. John bit his lip at the way the tight denim of Dean's jeans fit his ass perfectly, and shook his head, quickly turning back to dinner.
It was eleven o'clock by the time John, Dean, and Bobby had finished dinner; Bobby was in the kitchen, washing the dishes while Dean and John sat on the couch.
John was happy that Dean was home; feeling complete, even if only one of his sons was around. He cleared his throat and brought the bottle of beer, that he had his hand loosely wrapped around, to his lips; draining the remaining liquid quickly. "Have you, uh.. heard from Sam?" He asked Dean; keeping his eyes glued on the TV, and away from his son.
He could hear Dean clear his throat, and chuckle, almost sounding nervous, before answering, "Yeah, he called.. He's doing fine, says he'll graduate a few months early."
John found himself smiling at the idea of his youngest son graduating from college; and having a real life, and career, for himself. "That's good.. I should call him.." John paused and looked at the bottle in his hand, "Or go see him."
John sighed heavily and pushed himself off the couch; swaying slightly as he got to his feet. "I'm going to sleep," he said in a quiet voice and looked down at Dean; suddenly smiling. "You'll still be here when I get up?" It was a strange thing, for him to ask Dean a question like that, but John had missed his son; he wanted to spend more time with him.
"Yeah, I'll be here for a while, if you guys don't mind." John's smile grew at the words, and Dean simply smiled back in response. "Alright, good," John said in a low, gruff voice and stretched; groaning as his back popped. "Goodnight, Dean. I'll see you in the morning."
He watched Dean salute to him and settle on the couch as he walked through the living room and to the stairs; slowly making his way to his room. As he reached the top step, his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of he and Dean; sleeping together in the same bed, with their naked bodies pressed against one another's.
"Mm.." John let a groan out and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. He had been having thoughts about Dean for weeks now, secretly hoping he would come home long enough for John to test the waters. He hadn't planned on fantasizing about his own son, but he just started thinking about the weirdest scenarios; he and Dean on a hunting trip, sharing a motel room.. and John would walk in on him in the shower.
The thoughts were going straight to John's cock and he swallowed hard; turning to walk down the narrow hallway. As he walked, John had only one thing on his mind; Dean, in his bed, naked. The thought made him stop three feet short of his bedroom door, his excitement noticeable in his jeans.
"God damnit," he muttered and closed his eyes; trying to collect his thoughts quickly. "Keep it together," he mumbled as he walked to his bedroom and pushed the door open, stepping in quickly. He shut the door as quietly as possible, and leaned his head against the cold, hard wood.
John took in a deep breath and lifted his hand to undo the buttons of his flannel shirt. As he slowly undressed, all John could think about was Dean pinning him against the wall; their bodies and lips pressed together. John let out another groan as he pulled his arms out of the long-sleeves and tossed the fabric onto the floor.
He took a deep breath as he slid his thin tank-top up his some-what toned stomach; his fingertips brushing along his lower abdomen. "Dean," John breathed softly as he slipped his fingers over his belt, quickly undoing it and jerking it through the loops.
John was rock hard and throbbing in his jeans, and the only thing on his mind was his son, taking the length of his cock into his mouth. The thought made John grab his cock through the denim that was covering it, and let out a soft whimper. This is ridiculous, he thought to himself as he quickly undid, and unzipped, his jeans; tugging them down, along with his boxers, in one swift movement.
He shuddered softly as his cock was freed from the cloth and slipped his hand down; barely running his fingertips over the shaft. "Dean, oh.." John moaned out as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and tightened his grip slightly; slowly stroking up and down.
"Fuck me, Dean," John was muttering to himself as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door; his fist pumping up and down his cock faster.
He tightened his grip when his hand reached the head of his cock, just before he stroked down the shaft. The action only made John groan louder, and buck his hips forward; causing the door to make a loud noise. Fuck it, John thought to himself, before his thoughts went in another direction..
Dean was on his knees, looking up at him with his eyes full of lust. "Please, Dad," Dean whimpered out softly as John ran his fingers through the young man's hair. "Please let me suck your cock." The sound of his son begging made John harder than before, and he grinned; simply nodding to the man, as he unfastened his own jeans. "Just because you said please," John whispered; his fingers traveling down the curve of Dean's jaw, and slowly back up.
He felt Dean tremble under his touch, and he chuckled softly; the gruff sound cutting through the sounds of their breathing. "I love when you beg," John mumbled seductively, as he pushed his jeans down, and watched Dean's eyes light up when his cock was revealed. He chuckled again, louder this time, and heard Dean moan, causing John to cock his head slightly. "What?" He asked the young man, as he slid his hand onto the back of Dean's neck.
"You're just.." Dean started, and John watched as he looked up at him, continuing, "So fucking sexy." This time Dean chuckled, and John bit his lip; watching as the boy wasted no time in wrapping his mouth around John's cock. "Oh fuck," John moaned out as he slipped his fingers into Dean's hair; gripping the short locks tightly.
His actions only made Dean groan against his cock, and John bucked his hips forward; sending his cock deeper down his son's throat. "Oh, Dean.." John groaned and held his sons head firmly while he moved his hips; fucking Dean's hot mouth, and groaning louder than before.
"I'm going to fucking cum.." he half-muttered, half-screamed out, as he stopped bucking his hips and allowed Dean to take control. John felt the young man's mouth slide off his length, and felt Dean's hot tongue flick across the head of his cock. "Cum for me, daddy," Dean purred and John shut his eyes tightly; throwing his head back, as he bucked his hips slightly and came in Dean's awaiting mouth.
John was panting as he hastily stroked his cock; feeling his balls tighten, and his entire body tremble. He was on the verge of an orgasm, and he kept pumping his fist up and down his cock; thinking about fucking Dean.
"Dean!" He screamed, louder than intended, as his orgasm hit him hard. John came all over his hand, shirt, and on the floor, panting as his body slumped onto the floor. He was panting slightly as he was coming down from his orgasm, and he swallowed hard; opening his eyes to the mess he had just made.
He giggled, and abruptly stopped when he realized that he was giggling, and wiped his hand on his shirt. Attempting to stand, John heard a noise in the hallway and froze; gulping as he turned and opened the door, just a crack. He saw a tall figure standing at the bathroom door, but couldn't make out who it was. Please be my imagination, or Bobby, please.. He thought to himself, and shut his eyes, before closing the door once more.
John stripped his shirt off and cleaned himself up, before tossing his dirty clothes into a pile on the floor. "I'm just going to sleep naked," he declared, to no one but himself, as he slipped into bed; between the cool sheets. As John closed his eyes, his thoughts quickly went back to Dean; this time, in a whole new sense. He was thinking about making love to Dean, not just fucking him; and he fell asleep with thoughts of he and his son; together, in a relationship, instead of just being fuck-buddies.