A Miracles/Supernatural Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 4 of 4
Rating: Adult17+ for graphic sex between two men and bad language
Dates: Written June-July 2008
Word Count: 4,880 (this chapter), 19,273 total
Summary: Dean and Sam return to Boston, and Dean tells Paul that he is a God is Nowhere person. Buckets of hurt/comfort.
Pairings: Dean Winchester/Paul Callan. Also, discussion of Teen!Dean/Billy Loomis from Scream.
Timeline: Happens after the Supernatural episode "The Benders" and before "Shadow," which moves the Miracles timeline up to 2006. Yes, I am still stuck in the first season of SPN. Post-series for Miracles.
Warning: Contains spoilers for all of Miracles and Supernatural up to "The Benders." Spoilers for the movie Scream.
Betas: Thanks to Harshini the Impatient Vegemite for poking me until I wrote this story. She also served as its beta.
Author's Notes: Follows after "Orange-Flavored Kiss."
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They held each other a moment longer. Somewhere, Dean's cell phone began to ring. He wasn't even sure where his jacket was at this point, but the phone was in the pocket of it. Both men groaned softly; Dean rolled over on his back. "That's probably Sammy. He'll have to leave a voice mail and I'll call him back. My legs are like Jell-O right now."...
..."There was a guy in college who kept pursuing me. He was very flattering and just wouldn't give up. I knew that I wanted to become a priest at that time, and that eventually I'd be taking a vow of celibacy." Paul's tone grew sheepish out of embarrassment. "The guy offered to fulfill a fantasy for me if it meant he could get me in bed. I was curious... and I was going to be a priest... it could be my only chance at one night of wild sexual abandon. That's the way you think in college," he laughed.
"How'd it go down?" Dean asked.
"We were both at the same party one night and I had a lot to drink... I can't hold hard liquor well."
"I'll remember that," Dean said, grinning.
Paul shot a scolding look at him before going on. "He approached me and made yet another pass at me... and I gave in. It was the first time a guy ever..."
"Woo-ooh." Dean loved the color that came into Paul's cheeks. "Look how embarrassed you are. It's cute."
"Yeah, well... I got a bit of a surprise. He was into bondage."
Laughing, Dean slapped Paul on the hip. "You are just full of surprises. I bet you liked it."
Paul shrugged. "Some of it. I don't get a few of the toys he brought out..."
Dean laughed even harder. "I had no idea you were this kinky."
"Oh, shut up."
Suddenly, Dean stopped laughing and furrowed his brow... "He claimed you."
"I guess. But it was, like, thirteen years ago." Paul sat up.
Dean sat up too. "What's this guy's name?"
Surprised, Paul just stared at him. "Why do you want to know that?"
Dean, leaning over the bed, took Paul's face in his hands and kissed him so hard that Paul felt like his entire body was melting. "You're mine," he declared.
Emotions swirled through Paul so fast that he didn't know what to say. He cleared his throat and tried to speak. "Uh, we should take showers and get to SQ. Separate showers, or we'll never get out of here."
No matter. Dean would get the name out of him in time. "Sure."
Paul got up and, halfway to the bathroom, was stopped again by Dean. "Were you and Georgia talking about me before I got here?"
Looking back at him, Paul nodded.
"Thought so." He paused. "If you wanna have a threesome with her or something, I'd be all for it."
Paul gaped in shock. "Dean, she's like a sister to me."
"Oh. Oh, yeah, okay. I just wanted to make the offer in case you two were, you know, friends with benefits."
After a moment to shake it off, Paul chuckled and shook his head. "You're insatiable."
Dean watched him disappear into the bathroom. He finally got up, fished his cell phone out of the pile of clothes, and called his brother.
"Hey Sammy. ...Yeah, it went okay. Paul and I will be there in half an hour. ...God, I'm starved. Whadda ya want for lunch?"
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"Did your conversation go okay?" Sam was asking into his cell phone.
Although Sam was sitting right on the other side of the desk from him, Alva pretended he wasn't there as to not eavesdrop on his conversation. He just continued picking through the Hemography file, looking for interesting possible parallels he could ask Dean about during the interview. Alva, so excited and focused on the task, hadn't considered for a second that Dean might refuse.
"Jeez, what are you guys doing that's taking so long?" Sam questioned, playing innocent. Despite what Georgia had said, Sam wasn't completely over his bitterness for not being told something so profound about his brother. Although he would try to take her words to heart, one talk wasn't going to whitewash over this; it would take time.
Obviously Dean considered this a rhetorical question, just little brother bitching about them taking too long, because he didn't answer it. Instead, he asked Sam what he wanted for lunch. Pouting slightly, Sam said, "I don't know," and looked at Alva. "What do you feel like for lunch, Mr. Keel?"
"Oh, I suppose Chinese would be good."
Sam said into the phone. "Chinese. Get me some of that kung pao stuff. And quit dawdling around, whatever you're doing."
After he'd hung up, Sam resumed trying to piece back together the shards of ceramic on the desk before him.
"Evie should get back with Matty just in time for..." Alva had looked up. "What are you doing there, Samuel?"
He looked up too. "Got any glue?"
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When Paul dressed again, he did not put on the sweater vest.
Dean brought up something they hadn't yet discussed on the way to SQ. "You know, we got something kinda serious we need to talk about. Paul... not that I don't enjoy the sensation, but I'm not sure it's such a good idea for us not to be using condoms." He paused long enough to look at Paul, who glanced back, then gazed out at the road. He seemed embarrassed. "I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with... I mean, I get checked out every few months and I'm sure you're a clean guy, but... I mean, as much as I fuck around..."
Paul looked at him sharply. A stab of jealousy came through the empathic link to Dean, and he sighed. Then Paul seemed to relax somewhat, as if realizing that Dean did indeed have a life before he met him. "You're probably right. I just... I needed... I wanted to feel your skin on mine while we made love. To feel your climax."
Something about that desire touched him, making Dean smile to himself. "I get that." They shared a long look, staring into each other's eyes while the car was stopped at a red light. "I could make a visit to the doctor, get checked out."
A pause, and Paul shrugged. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to be so reckless. You're right, it isn't sensible."
Another long pause as Dean slipped his arm across the seat and began to massage the back of Paul's neck. "This thing we got is complicated," he joked. "Maybe we should just go back to fucking."
Although he laughed, Paul gazed at Dean for a long time with a wistful look in his eye.
Dean, seeing it, gave his neck a squeeze. He added, "I like when you ask me to make love to you. It's... it's what you deserve."
This seemed to make Paul happy, and he put his hand over Dean's just to touch him.
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"Soup's on!" Dean cried as he and Paul walked into the SQ office, carrying the take-out containers of Chinese food.
Sam looked at them nervously. "Hi you two. Wow, that smells good."
They placed the food on the conference table. "Whatcha been doing, Sammy?" Dean noticed the ceramic mug drying on the desk. "Arts and crafts?"
"Huh? Oh, never mind that, I need to tell you something."
"Yeah?" Dean, hungry, started to lay out the paper plates.
Looking at Paul, Sam remembered the conversation he'd had with Georgia, about trying not to hurt him. It was for a completely different reason, but Sam knew this could cause Paul pain if the subject wasn't breached properly. "Outside," he added.
Dean looked at his brother. They seemed to speak to each other through their identically colored eyes. "Okay. Be right back." The two men stepped outside onto the metal staircase behind SQ.
Paul watched them go, then looked at Alva. "What's that about?"
Shrugging, Alva replied, "Mr. Winchester should probably tell you."
Dean walked a few steps down the stairs. "What's up, Sammy?"
Sam peered back into the doorway to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Mr. Keel has a whole file about the 'God is Nowhere' thing."
"Yeah, we knew that already."
Sam continued, "In it, there are details about various dreams that the others had. A woman named Danielle Franklin had the same dream you had last night."
Freezing, eyes going wide, Dean stared at his brother. "Shit."
"I told Mr. Keel and Evie."
Dean looked like he wanted his brother to choke on his kung pao chicken. "How much did you tell them?"
"I was sitting there reading this file and there was your dream, most of the details exactly the same. I had to say something, Dean. I told them how, in your dream, we came upon Paul's father sitting at a sidewalk café with a fountain nearby, and how Paul got mad and the water turned red. I didn't tell them about the Apocalypse or Paul's mother being there."
"At least there's that."
Sam added, "I told them you would fill in the details."
Angry but joking, Dean drew back a hand like he was going to hit him. "Sammy, I could..."
"I didn't say what details! You can choose to tell them whatever you want."
"Gee, thanks." Running a hand through his hair, Dean sighed. "The position you've put me in..."
He decided to get it out of the way first thing, especially since Keel was standing right there, looking at him like he expected to hear something from him. "Paul? There's something I've got to tell you."
When Dean explained that he'd had the sidewalk café dream, Paul gasped. Dean felt the bolt of fear go through Paul's insides. He told him about the dream, except the facts he intended to keep from him for now.
Sam spoke directly to Paul. "We'll all be there with you, Paul. Dean, Mr. Keel, and I. Evie too, probably."
Paul had taken a seat, looking pale and shocked. Now he raised his head with a little hope in his eyes. "You'll all be there with me?"
"Yeah."
"That detail wasn't in Danielle's dream."
Dean reached out and touched his arm. "It was in mine."
Paul went to touch him back, but pulled his hand back suddenly when it occurred to him where they were. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Trying to smile, Dean shrugged. "We had so many things to discuss, there wasn't time yet."
Paul swallowed hard, and then asked an unexpected, emotional question. "What does my father look like?"
The feelings coming off of his lover when he asked that question made it very hard for Dean not to grab him up in a tight, comforting embrace and kiss his face all over. "I don't know, ba - uh... Paul. There was this force in the dream that directed what my eyes could see. His face was blurred out. I know he had dark hair, though."
Paul let out a deep sigh, resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to find out everything he wanted to know just yet. "Is there anything else?"
Relieved, Dean grinned. Sam wasn't going to wind up with a craw full of kung pao chicken and his fist. This had gone a little easier than he thought it would. "That's about it. Let's eat." He sat down next to Paul, considering himself lucky to be a good liar.
Alva stood on the other side of the table. "May I interview you about your 'God is Nowhere' experiences, Mr. Winchester?"
Sam expected his brother to tell Mr. Keel to go to hell, but there was a softness to the expression in Dean's eyes. When he said, "Yeah, sure. But sometime after lunch," in response, Sam wondered if Dean saw this as a chance to tell Mr. Keel about the more explosive details of the dream. He might know something, after all, as the things he said in the dream seemed to indicate.
They were about to dish out the food when Alva added, "I'd also like to interview your father."
His fork in the first egg roll, Dean froze and looked up at his brother, who was still standing. They shared a look, and Dean burst out in hearty laughter. Between guffaws, he looked right at Alva and said, "Good luck," then laughed all over again.
Evie came in with Matty in tow just as Dean's laughter was dying down. "Look out everybody, a hyena just escaped from the zoo," she said, and gave Dean a sarcastic smile.
Dean grinned back at her. "Hooray, my best friend is here. And she's got the famous Mateo with her. Paul told me your name."
The child giggled shyly.
"Why would you ever call this kid Matty when he's got a great name like Mateo you could call him instead?"
Evie gave him that fake smile again. "Because he's seven."
Leaning on the table, Sam nudged his brother, saying, "This is why I keep trying to get you to stop calling me Sammy."
Noticing the mug on the desk, Evie picked it up. "Oh, you glued my Mother's Day mug back together. Thank you, Alva."
"I didn't do it." He nodded his head at Sam.
Sam looked sheepish. "I felt bad for surprising you and making you break it."
"Aw, thanks Sam. That was very sweet." She pointed out an empty seat for Matty, then went to the mini-fridge to get a juice for him and a bottle of water for herself. "It means a lot to me."
"That's the mug I got for you, Mommy," Matty said proudly.
"Yes it is." She opened up the water. "Let's just try it out right now."
Pressing the issue, Alva asked, "Is your father hard to reach?"
Dean just started to chuckle again. "You've got a funny boss, Paul. A regular comedian."
"Am I to take that to mean - "
Matty began to giggle without reserve.
They all looked up and saw Evie standing with her mug held out, water pouring out of it from several cracks in the sides. Sam seemed embarrassed; she seemed amused.
"I'm sorry," he said with a cringe. "I didn't see all those gaps."
"It's alright. I can always use it to water the plants."
So far, Paul had been successful at staying in his troubled funk over knowing yet another person had dreamed of him meeting his father under bad circumstances. Once he saw Evie and her watering can mug, he collapsed into snickers and finally enthusiastic laughter.
Dean laughed with him, slapping his knee under the table. Even Alva got a good chuckle out of it.
Sam didn't know when his brother planned to tell him the truth about his relationship with Paul, but one thing he did know - Dean had fallen hard for this man. He could tell from the light dancing in his brother's eyes when he merely looked at Paul Callan.
That was one thing that could remain unspoken.
Unspoken is (c) 2008 Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People
Miracles is (c) 2003 Spyglass Entertainment and Touchstone Television
Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.