When the Impala finally pulled into Bobby's driveway early evening, Dean was out of the car before the engine was even shut off ignoring his dad's yells as he ran straight for Harry's home across the street. Knocking on the door, Dean impatiently tapped his foot waiting for the door to open. When it finally opened it was to see Sirius looking the same with perhaps a few wrinkles and gray hair peeking at the temples.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sirius it's me."
"Wow you've grown up. Wait till Harry sees ya. He's gonna get a nosebleed. Swear if he doesn't shut up about you, I'm gonna strangle him," Sirius joked motioning Dean in.
Dean grins and laughs but keeps edging closer to the basement where Harry said he moved his room to.
Sirius rolled his eyes, "Hurry up and no loud noises until I'm out cold, ya hear?"
Dean laughs and sprints down the stairs bursting through the only closed door where Ozzy could be heard playing.
Once inside Harry's room Dean stops at the sight of a shirtless Harry pulling on worn jeans over tan skin. Instead of saying something Dean stands there drinking in the sight of his only friend and boyfriend. They had exchanged crappy cell phones pictures but nothing could compare to seeing Harry in person. He let his eyes roam from corded muscles to smooth skin, fantasizing about running his tongue along all the dips and ridges of the muscle.
When Dean made eye-contact with Harry it was electrifying as emerald eyes lock with his own jade green eyes.
"Dean," came the whisper from pink lips while, "Harry" was on his own as his legs finally decided to work.
The two met in the middle crashing into each other for the long awaited and dreamed about kiss as hands clenched at each other, feeling each other making sure it wasn't just a dream, but it was in fact real. As they fought for control, Harry gained the upper hand as his fingers snaked into Dean's hair cupping the back of his skull and wrapped around Dean's middle back while Dean's moved to wrap around Harry's neck pressing closer.
Breaking apart for air, Harry leaned his forehead against Dean's.
"You're here."
"I am," Dean whispered back curling his fingers into Harry's wild hair.
"You're early."
"Complaining?" Dean smirked when Harry shook his head before he proceed to devour Dean's mouth once more.
Dean felt his knees buckle when Harry moved his leg between Deans and thanks only to Harry reflexes Dean didn't go crashing to the floor.
When they broke apart for the second time, Harry removed his arms and let his hand slide into Dean's warm palm before pulling him over to the bed situated in middle of the room with green and black sheets. Settling on the bed, Harry pulled Dean on top of him and just held him.
Dean, even though still hard, was content feeling Harry's arms around and listening to his boyfriend's steady heartbeat. A comfortable silence fell over them, as if knowing that they needed a few moments of silence to reaffirm that it wasn't a dream, that all the lonely nights weren't catching up with them. The silence was only disturbed when Dean's stomach growled letting them know it was hungry.
Laughing, Harry brushed a hand through Dean's short hair, "How hungry are you? A sandwich or pizza?"
"A few sandwiches would be good," Dean mumbled relaxing under the strong fingers.
"Okay let me up for a few."
Dean groaned but eventually moved to the side watching as Harry stood and grabbed a tank top from a table beside the bed. Dean mourned the loss of a shirtless Harry but appreciated the way the top fit the broad shoulders and defined arms.
Harry rolled his eyes and that's when Dean noticed that Harry wasn't wearing glasses.
"Where's your glasses?"
"Got contacts a few weeks ago. After my fifth pair of glasses messing up my science project, I decided to try for contacts," Harry answered walking to the door, "I'll be right back. Make yourself at home."
Dean snorted. While his boyfriend looked hot with no glasses, it just wasn't the same dorky Harry he helped and became friends all those years ago.
Getting up, Dean wandered the room seeing the changes from seven years ago other than the location. The same band posters were up but instead of being tacked up they were in frames. The bookcase was still there. Walking over to it, Dean searched the left side looking for the mark he placed inside. Finding it, Dean smiled as his eyes took in everything else on the shelves. The same science books were still there but a few more books had been added to the collection. As well as some paranormal books and monster books. Reading the titles Dean paused when he reached a blank leather bound book.
Curious, Dean opened the book. Dean felt his eyes burn as he flipped through the pages. It was a book containing all of the postcards and letters he had sent to Harry. He laughed at his handwriting as it progressed from sloppy child's writing to messy teenaged writing. Dean read a few of his postcards and silently laughed at what he wrote. One in particular brought out a loud laugh.
Hey Ry!
So there was this smelly ghost and every time he flew past or at us, it smelt like he just ripped one. And I don't mean silent but deadly, I mean like he should go change his pants. It was amazing I could even concentrate as the gas smelled lethal. I kept snickering and gagging that I think I pissed the ghost off even more but it was okay, it gave Dad more time to finish up with the salt and burn. Personally I kept thinking of that time when Sirius ate too much baked beans at Bobby's and would do fly-bys. Gotta go. We're leaving again.
De
Still chuckling, Dean placed the journal back where it belonged and began his search around the room again stopping at the desk that was kitty corner to the bed. Dean leafed through some of the loose papers, eyes catching the different colleges and universities that Harry had already been accepted in. He knew Harry would be accepted anywhere, he was a genius.
When Harry finally made it back into the room, Dean was on the bed relaxing with his shoes and shirt off listening to the music filling the room.
Dean heard chuckling and cracked an eye open to see his boyfriend carrying a plate full of sandwiches and a few cans of pop.
Dean scooted up onto the bed, smiling when Harry placed the sandwiches between them with the crusts cut-off.
"I'm not a child remember," Dean said even though he was already eating one of the sandwiches.
"Yeah, but I figured we could share one last kid moment before becoming adult and besides I know you don't like crusts," Harry pointed out opening his pop.
"Whatever. So which school are you going to after you graduate?" Dean had been thinking about his own schooingl and was thinking about dropping out. What good would a high school diploma do for him? He wasn't getting out of hunting and he already knew he was smart. He didn't need a piece of paper to tell him that.
Harry shrugged, "Which ever one will help me get into the government faster."
"Why?"
"Well if I can get into the government and the FBI than I could help cover your tracks and the supernatural. You know be one of those guys that nobody knows exists," Harry explained eating his own sandwich.
Dean felt immediately guilty, his boyfriend was deciding his career on what Dean was doing.
"You don't have to," Dean looked down at his sandwich that was mocking him.
Dean felt fingers under his chin, glancing up he was startled at how close Harry was, their noses were almost touching.
"I want to. I want to be there for you and helping you. Not only that but I found out my dad was also in who of those secret groups for the government," Harry caressed Dean's cheek.
Dean snorted, "Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from tree for either of us."
"Nope." Harry grinned causing Dean's heart to beat faster.
Dean knew he should say something that he should tell Harry about his decision, but he was nervous. It was a selfish choice and one he wasn't sure how Harry would react.
"I'mgoingtodropout," Dean rushed out closing his eyes.
He didn't feel Harry moved away and cracked an eye open to see Harry arching his eyebrow silently questioning his decision.
"I'm not giving up hunting, it's my job and I'm good at it, it gives me purpose. I don't need the diploma saying that I can sit six hours a day while teachers try to cram information into my head that I don't even need."
"Okay, but you are still getting your GED. No hear me out," Harry pressed his finger to Dean's lip silencing him, "To get your GED could take you less than a month. I know you're smart and I'm a genius when it comes to hacking. I want you to get your GED because I don't want you to put yourself down later on when Sammy graduates. You don't have to tell anybody and we can keep it a secret but I don't want you to doubt your self-worth."
Dean stares into Harry's eyes seeing the seriousness in them. Dean finally relents and nods his agreement, wondering how Harry knew him so well.
"Great, now we'll start in a few days time. That way it gives me a few days to hack the system and figure out what exactly you need to know to pass the test," Harry moved to sit back in his original spot finishing his sandwich after pressing a lingering kiss to Dean's lips.
Dean smiled and relaxed knowing that he had one person in his corner. And that's the only person he really needs, the one watching his back, guarding it, catching him when he falls. In a way Dean is thankful that Harry is going into the government instead of joining him in hunting. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it would keep Harry out of harm's way.
In the following month, Dean had never studied so hard. By the end of the studying his brain felt like mush. The only thing that made it worth it was the smile Harry directed at him and the massages that came after each cramming session.
It was after one harsh cramming session and body turned into goo massage that Dean was stopped by Bobby around eleven at night in the kitchen.
"Dean," Bobby greeted gesturing to the chair.
Swallowing Dean moved to sit in the chair waiting for whatever Bobby was going to tell him. Hopefully it wasn't about Dad being injured.
"Sam tells me that you haven't been at school."
Dean nodded nervously, he had dropped out the second their dad went on a hunt but kept up the pretense of going to school hoping to fool Bobby and Sammy. He made sure to drop Sam off and pick him up at the right times.
"Why? And where have you been going?" Bobby stare bore into him compelling Dean to tell the truth.
"I dropped out and over to Harry's or the library."
Dean twitched as Bobby stared at him silently for a moment.
"You probably have a good reason for dropping and knowing Harry he' probably got you study for your GED," Bobby guessed rubbing his chin and leaning back in his chair.
Dean felt his jaw drop. How did Bobby know? He knew Harry wouldn't have said anything.
"Probably wondering how I knew?" Dean nodded.
"Harry has a good head on him. He's been good for you and you for him. Before you go and bad-mouthing yourself. I want you to know that he has more confidence thanks to you. When he first moved here, he was quiet and got into fights all the time. I took him in and put him to work when I noticed his first shiner. Sirius has been grateful since Harry didn't get into as many fights when he started working with me, however when you came along and became his friend almost all fighting stopped and he was happier. Of course he was studying a lot more and damn near gave me a fright when he mentioned supernatural," Bobby gave Dean the eye as he said that and smirk when Dean fidgeted, "wanted me to teach him everything I knew. I questioned him about it and he told me that you were his only friend and hell be damned if he was going to let you be alone in it."
Dean chuckled thinking that sounded like his boyfriend.
"However that got me thinking, why would you be alone in it? You had your daddy and Sam. Why was Harry thinking you were alone?"
Dean froze for a moment not wanting to answer, but knowing he had too. It was Bobby, his basically second father. The second person to remember him on his birthday and Christmas.
"Dad and Sam tend to let their lives rule their thoughts," Dean said carefully, neither defending nor condemning his dad and brother.
"Those idjits!" Bobby yelled, when he was slightly calmer Bobby asked, "Did anyone else remember your birthdays?"
"You and Harry," said looking down at his hands.
Dean heard Bobby sigh and a chair being scraped back. He was waiting for Bobby to go get something to drink, so he wasn't prepared when gruff arms pulled him into a hug.
"Whatever you do Dean, I'll support ya. You're a good hunter and a good person. Never forget that," was roughly whispered and the hug was done and Bobby was walking out the door, most likely to the garage to work off some anger or sadness leaving Dean shell-shocked in the kitchen.
When Dean came to his senses, he walked back to Harry's house and let himself in with the key, Sirius gave him telling him to quit waking him at midnight to talk to his godson. Quietly Dean let himself into Harry's room wondering if his boyfriend was sleep and was surprised to see Harry still awake sitting at his desk typing.
"Harry?" Dean called out and smiled when Harry turned around and was wearing his glasses.
"Dean?" Harry frowned at seeing Dean here especially since he left an hour ago, "Everything alright, love?"
Dean just nodded making his way over to where Harry was seated and sat on his lap wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.
Harry saved his document and leaned back in his chair cradling Dean close.
"What' wrong De?" Harry petted Dean's hair.
"Bobby supports my decisions," Dean murmured into Harry's should breathing in Harry's scent.
"That's good. How did he find out?"
"Apparently Bobby knows you just as well as he know me," Dean pulled back to look Harry in the eyes.
"My nerdiness tends to show too much when I am with him," Harry chuckled ghosting his fingers down Dean's side.
Dean smiled before leaning in to kiss his boyfriend slowly and languidly enjoying the warmth radiating from Harry's body and the security felt in those arms, moaning softly into Harry's mouth when he felt Harry's hand move to grip his ass. His last conscious thought was he was lucky to have Harry and now Bobby on his side before he felt something hard pressing against him.
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