Chapter Three

That was how Paul ended up at the motel room of the Winchesters. Against Dean's judgment of course, but Sam admitted he knew Paul and that unlike the other hunters the Winchesters had worked with they could trust him. So that was how the famous Paul Wakefield ended up in the dingy motel room in the red light district of his old flame and his old flame's older brother. Dean was currently in the bathroom and Sam sat sort of uncomfortably at the only table in the room. Paul leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed watching outside.

"So," Sam finally spoke up. "You finally made huh?"

"To Hollywood?" Paul asked. "Yeah I did. My life's dream is accomplished I guess."

"I've seen your face on TV," Sam admitted. He'd always felt this twinge of some emotion he never could put his finger on when he saw Paul on commercials for the latest upcoming movie he was in. "Fantastic Dan suits you best."

"Thanks." Paul nodded.

"Ok," Dean walked back into the room and tossed the towel he'd been using on the back of a chair. "I can sense the awkwardness from here. I don't know what happened between you two and I'm not gonna ask, but I didn't know you made other hunter friends while you were gone off to college Sammy?"

"Yeah I didn't know either." Sam turned to Paul for an answer and the actor turned towards Sam.

"I didn't start doing this until much later," Paul explained. "I didn't do it when you knew me in college."

"So you met him in college?" Dean asked. He was just trying to gain the full details about who they were working with.

"We were roommates." Paul said. Sam swallowed hard. He didn't want to reveal the rest to Dean, not yet. He wasn't worried about his brother's judgment. The younger Winchester was mostly worried about re-opening the wounds of the past.

"Alright," Dean said, reaching out to shake his hand. "Well Paul Wakefield I believe that Sam left you out when he talked about his college buddies. I'm Dean Winchester. His older brother."

"I've heard quite a lot about you," Paul smiled and shook Dean's hand. "In fact Sammy wouldn't ever shut up about you. He talked very highly about you."

"Oh really," Dean chuckled. "I'm shocked.

"So Paul," Sam interrupted before they went too deep into the conversation. "What were you doing at that bar? Much less terrorizing shifters?"

Paul got off of the wall and started to pace. Sam remembered that he used to do that when he was thinking. It was strange being able to remember each little habit of someone even from so long ago. Dean took a seat across from his brother and popped the lid on the beer he'd grabbed from the mini fridge.

"There have been a number of disappearances around here in the past few weeks," Paul explained as he twirled his knife around. A habit that he and Dean shared. "At first the police thought it was some serial kidnapper if that's even a thing or something like that, but now they have no clue. I think some creature is taking these people and since I'm the only hunter that I know of in Hollywood I decided to work the job. Then I met up with you two and honestly I'm glad. It's hard enough being a star during the day then having to keep this dirty little hunting secret at night."

"Then why do it?" Sam asked. He wasn't trying to be mean, he simply was curious as to why Paul got into the life to begin with.

"Because someone has to take care of the things that go bump in the night around here," Paul replied. "I can't call myself an on screen hero and not actually save anyone when I know plenty about the monster world and can help."

"I like his reasoning," Dean motioned to Paul and took another sip of his beer. "I can't believe you didn't let me meet this guy before now Sam?"

"I never thought it would've come up." Sam sort of mumbled and then after a few moments of silence Dean finally spoke again.

"Is there anything you already know about the case?" Dean asked.

"One homeless woman witnessed the latest kidnapping," Paul said. "She said it was a large black and white creature and that it swooped up the man and took him away. My guess is she might've seen something, but the police and the news crews aren't going to bother with her. I say we go talk to her and ask her what she saw. I have one day off before I have to go back to the set on Monday so I say we go tomorrow morning."

"Back the set?" Dean asked, intrigued.

"The movie set," Paul said with a smile. "I'm the lead character in the Fantastic Dan movies."

"I knew I'd seen your face somewhere," Dean pointed and realization flooded over him. "Sammy why didn't you tell me you knew someone famous?"

"I didn't think it would ever come up Dean," Sam replied once again. "And my name is Sam not Sammy."

Sam got up from his chair and went into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and earned a confused look from Dean. Paul only sighed and after a moment their voices started up again. Sam stared at himself in the mirror and splashed water on his face. A flood of emotions he'd hoped to forget were coming back in waves that he was afraid he was going to drown in if he dwelled on the thoughts for too long. Sam had hoped that he and Dean would just get the job done and get the hell out of dodge. But Sam knew his luck also never panned out the way he wanted it to and now they were stuck on a case with the one person Sam had nothing to say to. He wasn't ready to open up that can of worms with Dean yet. By the time Sam finally had the guts to re-enter the room Paul was making his exit claiming that if he didn't get home from the red light district he'd surely end up the tabloids and that he'd come find them tomorrow.

Dean eyed Sam like he was waiting for an explanation or something of the same nature, but Sam ignored the look and popped open a beer and flopped onto his bed. Dean sighed and got changed into sleeping clothes before he too climbed into bed and turned off the light on his side table and closed his eyes. Sam stayed up for a little while longer before he too found sleep taking over him.

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"This is the first time you've done this isn't it?" Paul asked Sam as the two of them laid in his bed, the covers strewn every which way and their shirts missing. Their faces were flustered with lust and heat and Sam's eyes were wide with an emotion Paul had dubbed to be anxiety. Paul rubbed his hand along Sam's right side of his bare torso in hopes of calming him.

"Y-Yeah," Sam stammered a bit. He was caught between a whine and words as Paul's hand ghosted across his side. "I'm sorry. I want to do this trust me. I just—"

"You're scared," Paul cupped Sam's cheek and looked him in the eyes. "I need to know that you're ready Sam. I'm not going to do something you don't want to."

"Paul," Sam grabbed his arm and looked him in the eyes again. He channeled the confidence he knew Dean had in situations he knew nothing about. "I want this."

Sam captured Paul's lips in his own and Paul groaned as Sam's hands rested on Paul's hips. Even through his jeans he could feel Sam's palms and that in itself was arousing. Sam let out a moan when Paul's still clothed hips crashed into his as they kissed and eventually he felt Paul pop the button on his jeans and slide them off of him. Sam didn't remember the technicalities of much else after that. All he remembered was moving with Paul. He remembered the pleasure and the pain and everything in between and he remembered digging so hard into Paul's shoulder blade with his nails that he was sure he'd made him bleed. He remembered Paul's hot breath on his neck and his teeth nipping Sam's ear and most of all he remembered the pure ecstasy he had felt at the end of it all. Next thing he knew he was laying next to Paul, being spooned from behind and pretending to be asleep but when reality he'd tried to. The nightmares had plagued him again and he couldn't bring himself to wake up his bedside companion so that he wouldn't be alone. Sam had tried to hold on, but he'd ended up crying halfway through the night and that had woken Paul up.

"Sammy," Paul stirred and opened his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Sam wouldn't answer him. He kept his back turned away so that Paul wouldn't see his eyes wet with tears.

"Was it not good?" Paul asked. "Did I hurt you? Sammy please talk to me?"

Sam let out a soft chuckle. Paul thought it was his fault.

"Just a dream," Sam muttered. "Go back to sleep."

"A bad dream?" Paul sighed and carded his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam had to admit the feeling was comforting and he found that he was relaxing into Paul's touch. Sam felt his hand running along the small of his back instead of his hair and he leaned into the sensation and let out a shaky breath. He wiped his tears and finally turned to face Paul.

"I get em a lot." Sam said quietly.

Paul didn't reply, he simply pulled Sam close to him and tucked his head under his chin. He pulled the blankets over them and held Sam.

"Well," Paul said. "No more okay? Because I'm gonna chase em away."

Sam awoke from his dream with a start. He was sweating and immediately his eyes ghosted over to the other side of his bed. He half expected another body to be there but then he realized where he was and that it wasn't college anymore. Sam rubbed his eyes and sat up to see Dean coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and holding a towel. He tossed the towel to Sam and the younger Winchester flinched a bit but caught it.

"Up and at em Sammy," Dean said, the nickname cutting Sam to the core, but he was too out of it to argue with Dean. "We're meeting Paul at this café in the nicer part of town."

Sam nodded and walked towards the bathroom. He earned another look from Dean, but he ignored it once again and started up the decently warm water in the shower then stepped in. He wished he could wash away the images from his dream as easily as he could the soap covering his body.

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Any guesses as to creatures?

And will Sam and Dean talk much less Sam and Paul?

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