"Sam?" Dean called, peering around the small town. He should have known he'd lose his husband when they'd decided to split up and head to different areas of the market. "Sam?!" He called louder. Some people parted and the soldier could see his partner sat on an old wooden bench beside an equally old man. They were deep in conversation; Sam smiling at the words the other spoke.

It was only when he got closer that he noticed they were speaking Arabic; the language Sam learnt for his mission in Morocco those couple of years ago for the war that had only finished a few months before now.

"It was difficult, as I'm sure you can appreciate, but I had My wife and sons so we made it through." The elderly man croaked, his voice thick and rough like sandpaper. His dark eyes were damp.

"You showed such strength. You should be proud of yourself and your family as you have achieved more than most people could ever dream of." Sam comforted with a gentle, reassuring smile. "Ah, Hassan, this is my husband." Dean smiled when Sam had noticed him without even looking up, "His name is Dean."

"Hello. Have I stolen your husband from you?" The man asked.

"Sam is always running off to make new friends. I can barely keep track of him!" He chuckled and the man joined in. During their short conversation he'd already got a clear sense of the type of person Sam was.

"I have to thank you. Sam was telling me all about what you did during the war. You prevented them taking over Morocco and even though I don't live there my heart will always belong. It will always be my homeland." His old, watery eyes peered up at Dean.

"In a way, I believe Morocco will always feel a bit like home for me." Sam admitted, this was news to both the old man and Dean, "It's a place I really grew to know and understand. It's also where I met Dean for the first time too." He smiled up at his husband with a cheeky grin.

Sam turned back to the old man, "Will you come to dinner with us? I'd love to hear all about Morocco when you were a child!" His passion for culture shining through.

Dean rolled his eyes fondly at his husband. After the initial hostility Sam had given out upon meeting Dean, the man had revealed himself to have the biggest and warmest heart of anyone the ex-soldier had ever met. He peered down at his husband and how the curl of his lips caused the corner of his eyes to crinkle up. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with Sam a little more every day.

The man refused but was grateful for the invitation. He was waiting for his son to come and meet him.

Dean rolled his eyes again. Only Sam would invite a stranger to their anniversary dinner.

BONUS MATERIAL

"You think I'm lying?!" Sam laughed, starting off the rest of the group's into hysterics. "As if I could pull that off! You can all read me like a book!" His radiant smile was the centre of attention as all eyes were on him.

A woman with slick, black curls grabbed Sam's much desired attention, "I don't know. I feel Sam would be a good liar! He could be deceiving us all! If he exists show us a picture."

Sam's smile was devious as he pulled out his leather wallet and extracted a well-worn image of his husband or also known as the man he'd be partnering with in many months. He'd only just been provided with an image of the soldier they'd be sending and he looked nice enough, "Now you must believe me!"

"He's far too attractive for you!" Someone called jokingly from across the table. A murmur of disagreement fluttered through the group.

"I don't know... it depends how absolute desperate you are to avoid the attention of the local men!" An older man with a dark beard spoke. They all laughed uproariously at the comment as Sam really had been shaking off the locals for the whole year he'd been here.

Sam shook his head but grinned nonetheless, "Not at all but my heart remains loyal to Dean."

The dark haired woman encouraged the group to halt their laughter and teasing, "Now, now everyone. No more teasing poor Sam! However, I do want to know when we'll meet this mysterious man," She bit her lower lip, "I sure am curious." Everyone on the table was.

Sam couldn't help but smile fondly at this warm and eccentric group, "All in good time."