With miles and miles of nothing between the Impala and its previous stop, Dean sat in the back for once staring out the window watching cars, trees,and houses separating him from his boyfriend. He was fingering his Christmas gift, a small silver cuff on his left wrist, twirling it around his wrist feeling the different engravings symbolizing protection and safety as well as love. There were other symbols as well but Dean couldn't remember them all. The one symbol that he truly cared about was the Celtic heart that was encasing his and Harry's initials. Dean normally wasn't one for jewelry but this delicate but strong cuff meant the world to him even more then the amulet Sammy had gotten him when he was younger.

Dean sighed and rested his head against the seat and closed his eyes thinking back to the night before he left in Harry's room. They had just finished with Christmas dessert of treacle tart and pumpkin juice, apparently the pumpkin juice was an old family recipe used during the holidays, when Sirius left the two lovers downstairs by the fire cuddling.

Dean had been wrapped up in Harry's arms sitting between his legs with head lulled back to Harry's shoulder watching the fire snap and crackle when Harry's arms tightened around his middle and lips pressing to his neck.

"I'm going to miss you," Harry murmured against his tan skin.

"So am I," Dean confessed turning his head meeting Harry's lips, moaning into the kiss as Harry's hand came up to caress his cheek. When they broke for air Harry leaned his forehead against Dean's smiling as he looked into Dean's green eyes.

"There's something I want to give you," Harry released one of his arms reaching into his pocket pulling something out of his front pocket without breaking their contact.

"Oh yeah?" Dean smirked thinking he might be getting some. He just couldn't get enough of his love and soon he wouldn't be able to see him as he had everyone for the past few months.

"Yeah. Here."

Dean was puzzled when a black leather tri-fold wallet was pressed into his hand.

"What's this?"

"Everything that you should need to continue hunting," Harry answered flipping out the wallet pulling out three ID's, "One is your real name, another has the name Dean Potter, and another has Dean Black. Each one has it's own credit card to go with it. Each name also has it's own file and background to go with it. Those backgrounds are located in a folder that I have stuffed in your duffel. If you get into trouble use Dean Black, it will signify that I need to do some hacking. Otherwise use the other as much as you want. There's no limit on them. I want you to take care of yourself and Sam."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, "I can't. It's your money. I can't."

"You can and you will. I want you to Dean. I can't be there to help you when you need it the most. I wish I would have/could have done this earlier. I don't want you to go without three full meals a day. I know you want Sam to leave on good terms. This will help. Please Dean."

Dean blinked back the burning behind his eyes, "What if I want to buy a pie every day?"

Harry chuckled and ghosted his lips across Dean's ear, causing Dean to shiver, "Then go for it. I want you to be happy until I can see you again."

A single happy tear escaped his eye before Dean turned in Harry's arms and tackled him to the floor attacking Harry's lips trying to convey his feelings of thankfulness, happiness, love and several others.

"Dean," his father's voice snapped him out of his memories, "We're heading for a salt n' burn in Tennessee."

"Yessir, standard or what?" Dean asked his mind readying for the upcoming hunt.

"Not sure, the victims die with hysterical smile on their face," Sammy spoke from the front seat who was reading the police reports in the newspapers.

"Great. At least it will be exciting," Dean muttered ignored by his father and gained a small laugh from his baby brother. Dean texted his boyfriend: Ghost hunt. Die w/ a smile. Tennessee.

Dean shut his phone and looked out the window again waiting for a response. He had taken to the habit of letting his Harry know about their hunts. It made Dean feel better knowing that someone else knew what was going on incase something went wrong. When the red light on his flashed Dean opened his phone and read his message: Hope its not a clown. Creepy if it is. Maybe Rodeo clown?

Dean smirked and pocketed his phone, even though he was hoping it wasn't a clown too. Damn clowns creepy when alive, creepy when dead.

As the days pass by and eventually turn in to months, Dean has tried his best to not use the cards that his loaded boyfriend gave him. He didn't want to use his boyfriend like that, however there was a point in Sammy's school year where Dean broke his resolve and used the one with his name on it. Sammy had shot up like a weed growing three inches in a month and none of his pants were fitting. He couldn't let Sammy go to school like without services being called them.

The next day after he dropped Sammy off at school, Dean swallowed his pride and went to the second hand clothes store shopping for jeans and t-shirts. He found four pairs of jeans long enough to leave some room for extra growth that looked pretty new and a shirts newer shirts for Sammy. He knew that Sammy hated having to have second hand and the taunts had always bothered him. Hopefully it would help.

As he was heading over to the checkout, something caught Dean's eye. Stopping at the rack, Dean found several band t-shirt in almost new condition. There was Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin and several others. Dean chewed his bottom lip for moment trying to decide if he should or not. Looking down at his own holey shirt, Dean sighed and grabbed them all. He could always pay Harry back.

Later that night, Dean lay on the couch texting his boyfriend while his father was out on a hunt and Sammy was sleeping.

I bought some clothes for Sammy. Dean texted as he bit his bottom lip. Sammy hadn't put up too much of a fight. Too happy to really worry where Dean had gotten the money from. It made Dean happy to see his brother smile but sad that getting new second hand clothes meant so much. Dean hoped that Sammy could get out. His brother as much as he was good at hunting on the few hunts he had been on, Dean knew that Sam's heart wasn't in it. He was just doing it because he was told to. God, he hoped that if Sam ever got out that he never had to bring Sam back in.

The phone lit up. What about you?

Dean chuckled. If it wasn't for Harry he doubted anyone besides Bobby would about his needs. His father tried for awhile however once the hunt was on again all efforts fell to the side as he was back to ordering Dean to watch over Sam, take care of Sam, etc.

Bought a few tees. Dean typed back smiling.

Good. What did you do 2day?

Shopped. Worked on Impala.

Impala?

Dad bought a truck. Impala mine.

Next time we truly make it urs?

The mental imagine of him and his boyfriend making out and groping in the back seat popped in his head. Dean could see it. Harry laying on the leather bench seat, hands on his hips with Dean sitting astride him grinding against him.

Pervy thoughts?

Dean shook his fantasy from his mind as he readjusted his pants, U know it baby.

What did u do 2day? Dean texted immediately after he sent the last one.

Classes. Computers, English, Science. Ez.

For u maybe.

Wish u were sci partner.

Y?

Miss u + better understndng my mind.

New guy is family friend.

Miss u 2. Ur ez 2 read.

Apparently not. If not 4 history, new guy would b dead.

Dean had to bite his knuckles to keep from laughing, he could see his Harry scowling as someone messed up his project.

No fighting. Know him?

His mom made X-mas sweater.

Dean mentally made an 'ahh' sound and shook his head.

Need 2 go. Study 4 test. Luv ya :*

Luv ya 2 :*

Dean sighed as he shut his phone and laid it on his stomach. If it wasn't for his boyfriend, Dean could only imagine what he would be doing with his free time. He wondered if the next hunting road trip they could swing by Harry's University.

"Hey Dean?" Sammy called out softly.

Dean sighed softly, "Yeah Sammy?"

"Who do you always text?"

Dean turned his head to look at his brother in the dark, squinting his eyes he could barely make out the lump beneath the blankets. He wondered if he should lie or not.

"Just a friend, Sammy."

"I'm not a kid Dean. If you have a girlfriend, its okay."

Dean couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped. The picture of his masculine boyfriend who had the ruggedly handsome look to him dressed in a polka dot dress and heels made him laugh.

Sammy 'hmpf'ed' and muttered, "Whatever Jerk."

"Night Bitch."

Dean went to sleep that night with a smile.

AN – Merry Christmas! Thanks to all of my reviewers and favoriters and alerters (lol) You guys are phenomenal! You all make me so happy! Thank you!