- Two weeks later.

The title credits were beginning to roll up on the film with it's catchy theme tune but Dean was less than focused on the film.

The teenagers were huddled under the queen sized blanket as they lent against each other while sitting on the motel sofa. Sam had his legs pulled up with one arm looped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees. At first, Dean had thought that the tall boy looked uncomfortable but his boyfriend had assured him otherwise. The shorter boy's legs were stretched out from under the blanket from where it was pulled tightly over their shoulders, creating a cocoon especially for them. Under the blanket, their finger were linked together in an action that was becoming practically regular for the pair.

Sam was trying to focus on the film but it really didn't interest him. It only interested Dean because of the sparsely dressed women that flaunted themselves across the screen in every other scene. Sam wasn't bisexual like his boyfriend so found those scenes less appealing. Despite that, he was desperately trying to understand the point of the movie so he could go back to making out with his blanket buddy.

Dean was scrutinising the other boy and Sam knew it; he could feel the green eyes on him. The shorter man studied his facial expressions carefully, making sure that he was excited in the exciting parts and shocked during the major plot twists.

Dean had been hesitant in bringing Sam to the motel they were staying in. It was only temporary until John found a place to rent (since they were staying in town for a few months) but having to admit to your boyfriend that you are currently living in a motel is a daunting task let alone for someone who had never held a steady relationship. To give Sam credit, he seemed unfazed by the announcement but if he was he certainly didn't show it.

It had been a few weeks after their first cinema date that Dean had breached the subject of movies with Sam. The tall man had only been able to list a few that he'd actually seen although he had read a few movie-to-book adaptations which didn't surprise Dean. It was then that the slightly older boy decided that his boyfriend needed to be educated in movies and that's how they ended up here.

John was out on a hunt for the weekend, leaving Dean free reign over the small motel room. He'd taken the most of the opportunity by asking Sam over almost immediately after his dad had stepped foot outside the door.

Sam had been kind to Dean about watching a movie that he had simply no interest in. He'd acted enthusiastic and tried to pay attention but Sam was glad that there wasn't going to be a quiz at the end of it. Oh God, what if there's a test, Sam silently panicked, Dean did say that it would be an education!

The shorter boy noticed his boyfriend's sudden change in expression and body language. He turned to Sam.

"Don't ya like it?" Sam jumped at Dean's voice. Dean lent his head to the side curiously.

"No, No... It's... Good? Yeah, good." The tall boy smiled unconvincingly.

"Sam, if you don't like it you don't have to lie. I know you're not really into movies anyway."

Sam looked torn. He really wanted to admit to disliking the horrid action but at the same time he was desperate not to disappoint Dean. He opened his mouth to speak when there was a sudden noise at the door.

Both the boys span just in time to see John Winchester burst in through the door, duffle hanging from his right shoulder. His left seemed to be significantly bleeding. Upon sight, the boys jumped away from each other, putting a normal amount of room between them. Neither of them had bucked up the courage to come out to their parents yet.

The movie continued playing even though it's audience's attention was focused on the large man in the door way. The boys peered over the back of the sofa with innocent look plastered on their faces. Sam had a concerned furrow in his brow at how much Mr Winchester was bleeding.

"Dean?" John called out as he stepped further into the room. His eyes scanned over to the beds only to see that they were empty despite it being way past midnight. It was the noise of the TV that drew his attention over to the teenagers sitting on the sofa.

"Dean?" The hunter asked again with a hand pressing down on the wound to slow the blood flow. Upon noticing Sam, he angled his body away from them to shield the sight of the blood stain spreading through the material of his shirt.

"Dad?" His voice cracked a little as the shock of seeing his father had surprised him. He coughed to try and clear his throat and continue talking, "I didn't think that you were going to be back for a few days more?"

John didn't answer Dean's question, "Who's this?"

"My name's Sam, sir." Sam said quietly but with obvious respect. Sam had grown up with a natural weariness of large muscular people as past beatings from bullies had stuck with him.

Dean leapt in before his dad could reply. He could sense Sam's nervousness that always came out around strangers and new people, "You're home early."

"Yes, Dean. I am." John said blandly, more interested in the awkward looking boy, "So, you're friends with Dean?"

Sam could feel the pressure as he was assessed by the eldest Winchester, "Yes, sir."

"You don't seem like the usual type that Dean hangs around with." He said gruffly.

Sam's eyes flicked over to Dean before answering John, "I... I guess I must just be special then."

Dean tried to control the smile that spread onto his lips. John just nodded at the boy and turned to address his son.

"Dean, I need your help with my arm so..." He trailed off but was clearly trying to throw Sam out.

The young Winchester sighed but was obedient, "Okay. Sorry, Sam but..."

"Nah, it's alright. I should probably be getting back around now anyway." The tall boy acted casual. Just as through he was a friend leaving after simply hanging out, Dean appreciated this. Sam's acting was almost flawless as he kept an reasonable amount of space between them and didn't hold eye contact for long periods of time.

Sam had grabbed his stuff and had left within minutes. He'd walked home despite Dean's offer of a lift and the late hour. The tall boy just told him to go and see to his dad and that he'd be alright, he was a big boy after all.

The motel seemed empty and quiet with the TV off and his boyfriend gone. It was just back to him and his dad.

John didn't say anything until Dean had began to stitch up the large cut on his father's shoulder. Dean was actually quite enjoying not having to discuss Sam with his dad as he knew it'd just be him repeatedly lying to the man. Unfortunately, John seemed intrigued by the boy.

"So Sam's a friend?"

"From school yeah. You finished the case early?" He desperately tried to change the topic.

Begrudgingly, John allowed for the conversation to be momentarily swayed; not for long though, "Yeah, it wasn't as hard as we originally expected."

The older Winchester hissed as his son poured alcohol across the stitches effectively sterilising the wound. His fist curled at the sharp pain but he said nothing about it. There was a silence for a few moments as both men were lost in their own thoughts. Dean started to pack away the medical kit when he heard his cell phone buzz from across the room. Without hesitation, he immediately shot over to the phone and flipped open the device.

John watched with a raised eyebrow as a smile grew on Dean's face when his eyes scanned though the message. Dean had never really grown close to anyone when they moved so this was definitely out of the ordinary. Suspicion knotted itself in his stomach as he watched his only son rapidly type out a surprisingly lengthy reply.

He coughed which had the effect of both clearing his throat and getting his son's attention, "Who's that?"

"Uh, just... Sam." His body shifted slightly.

"What did he want?" He asked gruffly.

Dean looked slightly shocked at the accusation that Sam wanted something from him. Sam wasn't like that. He'd always put others first and he had the warmest heart of anyone Dean had ever met. Upon telling Sam this, the tall boy had blushed a deep crimson which Dean thought was really adorable so had placed a soft kiss on his lips. The younger Winchester smiled at the memory.

"He didn't 'want' anything. He was just seeing if you were okay as your arm was bleeding pretty bad while he was here." It was true. His boyfriend had asked how John was but Dean decided to miss the part out where the tall boy promised to see him tomorrow with a vow that they could go to his house and make out. Another smile spread on his face.

John studied his son for a moment,"What's he like then?"

Dean watched his dad for a moment to see if it was a joke or if he was really actually curious, "He's... Happy," John raised an eyebrow," because if I'm down he always somehow manages to cheer me up and have me laughing. He's thoughtful... Like he doesn't like watching movies, yet he watched one without complaint just because I wanted to."

"And you're... Just friends?" What he was really asking was clear in his voice. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to ask whether they were going out. John wasn't stupid and he certainly wasn't blind; he could clearly see what was going on right in front of him.

"Uh... Um, yeah?" The statement came out as a question making Dean silently curse. He needed to sound assertive and he knew it.

"Dean. Don't lie to me, boy." The threat was clear in his father's tone making Dean panic with no escape from the truth.

"No..." He squeaked.

"No what?"

"We're not just friends..."

"Then what are you?"

Dean was tempted to say 'best friends' but he knew that it would only make his situation so much worse,"... He's- he's my boyfriend."

John's lips pursed and anger grew in his eyes as he took a single step closer to his only son, "You're gay?"

"... Bisexual... Actually..." He said quietly, ready for a fist to come flying at him.

John shifted so Dean screw his eyes shut and covered his head with his arms in self defence. The next thing he registered was the sound of the motel door clicking shut.

"Damn..." He muttered to himself, shaken by the experience.