Summary: AU. Dean and Michael are together, but Dean sneaks out to see Jimmy. Jimmy soon tires of being Dean's dirty little secret and Dean almost loses him, but that's when Jimmy finds out the truth. Will they stay together? PLEASE R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I don't own the lyrics used in this chapter either.

Pairings: Dean/Michael, Dean/Jimmy.

Skeletons in the Closet

Chapter Four: So Close

Jimmy threw his head back as Dean kissed his neck, their fingers entwined as they made languid love in the candlelight. It was Valentine's Day and Michael wasn't home. He was away on business…again. The bonus was that Dean could spend more time with Jimmy.

"I love you, Dean." He whispered, kissing Dean's cheek and lips.

"Love you too," Dean replied, trying to keep his tears at bay, "I do love you, Jimmy."

Jimmy smiled and pressed against Dean, shivering through the pleasure.

But this wasn't the same as having Dean all the time like he wanted. He was growing tired of being the bit on the side. He didn't understand what was so hard about splitting up with someone. There was the sound of a car outside and Dean jumped knowing the sound of the engine all too well.

"Fuck…it's Michael…" Dean breathed, pulling out of Jimmy who grabbed his clothes, throwing on his boxers and jeans before heading for the window.

"I love you," Jimmy whispered, kissing Dean passionately, "I'll see you soon."

"Love you, Jimmy." Dean replied, "Stay out of sight…"

They kissed one more time, Dean savouring the tenderness before Jimmy climbed out of the window, down the drainpipe and ran into the distance.

Dean climbed back into bed and covered himself with the sheets, pretending to be asleep.

"Dean?" Michael asked as he entered the room, seeing his lover asleep.

Dean pretended to stir and he smiled at Michael with that cheeky, seductive grin Michael loved so much. Rolling onto his side, Dean lifted the sheets to reveal his hard, naked glory and Michael dropped his bag.

"See something you like?" He asked, "Only…I've been waiting for you…praying you'd come back to me…on Valentine's Day."

Michael threw his shirt off and unbuckled his jeans, kissing Dean roughly and pulling his jeans and boxers down before climbing into bed.

"Happy Valentine's Day…" Dean whispered, Michael grinning and kissing him hard.

The kisses turned painful though and Dean groaned in dissatisfaction, going to push Michael off of him. With all the strength he had, Michael flipped Dean over and took him in hand, snapping his wrist at an insane pace.

"Oh God…oh God…fuck me! Oh God…" Dean cried, "Michael, fuck me please!"

"You want it?" Michael asked, earning a whimper before turning Dean back over, "Earn it."

Dean leaned forward and took Michael in his mouth, working his tongue around his partner's erection as Michael knelt up on the bed above Dean.

"Good boy, Dean…Oh fuck…good boy…"

Dean pulled off and kissed his way up Michael's well toned body, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss.

"I love you…" Dean breathed, "It's Valentine's, Michael…please…"

Dean missed Jimmy. Jimmy would never do this to him. Not ever.

Michael's expression softened and he pulled Dean close, their lips almost touching as they lay on the bed, Michael above Dean as usual. Michael entered Dean slowly, meeting his lips in a more tender kiss as he began to thrust. Dean clawed at his back, feeling Michael kissing his neck and groaning with the pleasure.

"I love you, Dean."

Dean pressed back against Michael's chest the following morning, sighing before turning and burying his face in the soft, warm skin. The heartbeat was regular, the humming of blood pumping through the veins comforting and the steady breathing soothing. Despite these calming things that assured him his lover was human and not a monster, Dean couldn't help but want to get away.

He headed out for a 'walk' that day while Michael worked from home. He went to Jimmy.

"Dean?" Jimmy asked as he found Dean on his doorstep.

"I don't have much time." Dean whispered, kissing Jimmy passionately as they got into the house.

Ten minutes later, Jimmy was sweating and panting, writhing in Dean's lap as the couple made love on the living room floor, Dean pressed up against the sofa that was closest to the wall, Jimmy facing him in his lap and leaving lazy kisses on his lips and neck.

Dean buried his face in Jimmy's shoulder, breathing heavily as they came almost silently. As they came down from their high, Dean looked at the clock and kissed Jimmy tenderly.

"Shower?"

"Dean? Where's the whiskey?" Michael asked.

Shit! Dean had forgotten the whiskey and he was met with that fist of steel, knocking him out cold.

Three hours later, Dean awoke in bed, his right eye sore again. Another black eye.

"Baby? You can't go to work tomorrow." Michael told him, yet again.

Dean didn't know how he was coping or dealing with this. He didn't know if he could take this anymore, and he had no idea if he could break up with Michael and make it out alive or not.

Jimmy was all he had wanted, all he'd ever wanted and all he ever would want. If he didn't break up with Michael soon he'd lose Jimmy, and if he lost Jimmy…life wouldn't be worth living anymore.

"Come here, Dean." Michael said softly, opening his arms to which Dean crawled into.

He pressed himself into Michael's chest and cried, his lover completely oblivious as to why. Dean rolled over, hearing Michael's beautiful singing voice in his ear.

"Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek."

Dean's eyes closed as tears fell down his face again.

"Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And the cares that hung around me thro' the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek."

Dean wasn't in Heaven. Dean was in Hell.

-TBC-