Chapter 2
Dean awoke to the soft sound of passing traffic. He was warm but not hot and he felt amazingly good, not a single bad dream had invaded his mind last night and it was good. He nuzzled his cheek against the pillow and was about to drift off again when a soft chuckle made him freeze. It suddenly became apparent that his 'pillow' was actually an arm that went under his head and around his shoulders. The other arm lay possessively across his waist, effectively trapping his own arms between his chest and the chest of the person who was holding him. Dean's first instinct was to kick the stranger away but found his legs tangled and therefore also trapped.
"Morning." The voice was soft and it flowed over Dean like a summer breeze, melting all his tension about the situation away.
"Hey," the teen murmured, wondering why the hell he wasn't freaking out.
"Nothing happened," The voice said as if sensing his distress "Last night, I mean. We slept together but there was no sex if that's what you're wondering."
Dean felt a blush creep over his cheeks. That was exactly what he'd been thinking "Ah yeah… thanks." He whispered.
The blonde smiled down at the teen and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his forehead "You're welcome. Now, as much as I would like to change that…" Dean's blush deepened and the man chuckled, the sound sending soothing vibrations down Dean's body "Your brother is probably worrying about you." As if on que, a panicked voice started calling Dean's name from the parking lot. The teen sighed. He was quite happy where he was and genuinely didn't want to move but the fear that had crept into Sam's voice pulled him from the blonde's arms.
They walked to the door and Dean opened it "Hey, little brother!" he waved.
Sam turned around and relief spread over his face "Dean! Thank God! I thought you'd left me?" The younger teen literally threw himself at his brother.
"Never Sammy."
Sam huffed annoyedly and put his hands on his hips much like Dean had always imagined their mother doing "It's Sam," he said sternly "and dad just called. He wants us packed and ready to go in an hour." With that, Sam turned and stalked back to their room, confident his brother would follow.
However, Dean turned back to the blonde "Thanks again." He said when he realise that he didn't really know what he should be saying "I should go."
The man nodded "Yeah, it was nice talking to you. I hope our paths will cross again."
Dean felt his insides warm at the idea of seeing the stranger again but he quickly squashed the feeling… he wasn't some sissy little girl who got excited about seeing a guy "Yeah… um… wow this is awkward, I don't even know your name."
The man laughed before leaning forward and placing a light kiss on Dean's cheek "I'm Michael."
AN: Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing to know who the pairing in these things are. I mean, all of you readers probably already guessed that the man was Michael… duh, that's the characters this story is under. It's kind of like Star Wars… I expected this huge, dramatic scene when DarthVadore (Sorry, don't know the spelling) says: "Luke, I am your father!" DunDunDunnnnnnnn! But I already knew that so it kinda took away the awesomeness of the reveal. Anyway, I know the story's a bit slow right now, please still review though - Anne Hunter