Here it is, enjoy and I'm sorry about any mistakes I may have missed.

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John was standing on his front step looking rather disgruntled that he was here at all.

"You're early." was all Dean could say.

"Yes."

Sneaking fucker, probably trying to catch me and Sam fighting.

"Come in, I'll just get some clothes on." Dean mumbled, standing aside and allowing John to push past him.

John entered the living room and cast a appraising eye over the room, trying vainly to find any fault in where Sam was living.

Fuck you John. I know how to take care of Sam.

"I'll just let Sam know you're here."

John ignored him and Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. For someone who preached about acting like a adult, John was acting the most childish. This is worse then being at work. Dean pushed open the door to the bathroom and headed over to Sam, hoping he'd nearly finished as he didn't want to be left alone with John.

"Come to join me?" Sam teased, reaching out to Dean.

"Not quite. You're dad's here."

Sam groaned and leaned against the cool tile wall of the shower. "Perfect."

Dean handed him a towel silently and pulled off his boxers, switching places with Sam.

"I'll deal with my dad. You clean my cum off your chest."

Sam didn't wait for Dean to answer, he pulled on the clean pair of clothes he'd bought into the bathroom with him and gave Dean a quick kiss before heading out to meet his dad. John was looking around the house curiously.

Sam just hoped Dean had cleaned everything away, the last thing he needed was John seeing something he shouldn't. Sam was actually quite pissed his dad had arrived early, Dean had promised him shower sex which now he definitely wouldn't be getting.

"Would you like a tour?" he asked finally, drawing attention to himself.

John spun around and despite the bad attitude, Sam was happy to see him.

"Sure."

Sam nodded and guided John to the bedroom, he was happy to see Dean had put on the new bed sheets. The air was tense between him and John, it had been ever since the hospital. Sam was sure John couldn't look at him in the eyes with thinking about it.

"You share a bed." John stated, scanning the room.

"Of course. Did you think I'd be sleeping on the couch?" Sam asked, frowning slightly.

"What's that?" John asked, pointing to one of Ben toys that had fallen under the bed.

"Oh that's Ben's. He must have left of here." Sam explained, bending down and picking it up. He knew Ben would be looking for it.

"Ben? Let me guess, Dean's even younger lover."

"His son actually." Sam answered without thinking.

Shit.

"Son? This just keeps getting better." John growled. "So you've been playing happy families?"

"I'm not playing at anything."

"You're too young to have your own kid, let alone dealing with someone else's."

"Ben isn't something to be dealt with! He's not some sort of inconvenience, he's a really nice kid! I like spending time with him, we get along really well!" Sam protested.

"That's probably because you're closer to Ben in age then you are to Dean."

"Dad I think you're taking this age difference out of proportion! Dean's twenty-three not sixty."

"You're seventeen!"

"So you keep reminding me." Sam rolled his eyes and plopped himself onto the bed. "Do you know what I think? The only reason you came here was because you hoped to find us throwing plates at each other. You're pissed because my relationship isn't crumbling down around me like you planned."

"I'm your dad Sam! My job is to make sure you don't fuck up your life!" John hissed harshly.

"I understand that, I really do. But I'm not fucking up my life. I'm not going out every night, getting drunk and having sex with strangers, I'm not doing drugs, I may not be a virgin but I'm not a slut! I'm in a committed, loving relationship! I'm happy dad, really happy. Happier than I've been in a very long time. Does that count for nothing? I've found someone I love and who loves me, someone I can see a future with. Why are you intent on taking that away from me?" Sam whispered softly, tears stinging his eyes. Why must dad treat me like I'm throwing my life away?

"You don't understand Sam! Dean isn't right for you!"

"What gives you the right to decide that? Who I spend my life with is my choice, not yours!"

"So you wont even listen to my opinions?"

"Why should I? You have no legitimate reasons for disliking Dean." Sam pointed out, anger making his voice sharp. "He's a good man, and a fantastic father! He doesn't abuse me, he'd never force me to do anything I didn't want to, he's never even risen his voice towards me. But you wouldn't know any of that because you're too blinded by your own pigheadedness."

"He defiled you! The thought of him touching you makes my skin crawl."

"Defiled me? What do you think I am? I'm not a fourteen year old virgin milkmaid."

"So you weren't a virgin when you met him? He didn't take advantage of you?"

"I was a virgin but that's not the point." Sam hissed between clenched teeth. "How do you picture the first time Dean and I met? Do you think I was seduced and charmed by a older man? When Dean invited me back to his house I knew it wasn't for tea and biscuits! I knew perfectly well what he wanted and I went with him anyway because I wanted it too! I know that must be hard for you to accept, but don't try to fool yourself into thinking I was a innocent party in all this. Dean and I have sex. What's wrong with that? What is so terrible about sharing yourself with the person you love?"

John seemed to deflate and sighed heavily, sitting down next to Sam. "What do you want from me Sam? I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, I haven't done for a long time. I started winging it when you turned ten and I realised you were smarter then me. I'm not ready for this, I thought I'd have years before I would have to deal with this shit."

"What shit? Me dating?"

"No Sam, dating I'd be fine with. Normal teenage dating involves holding hands, going to the movies, kissing awkwardly on the front steps. Most kids your age can't commit to a pair of socks, let alone the person their dating. They end and start new relationships with the same thought and consideration they put into buying a pair of pants."

"Why would you wish that on me?"

"Because you're young, you're changing all the time. Dean loves the person you are, but do you think you're going to be the same person in five years? Ten years? Do you think Dean's the same person he was when he was seventeen? If you were in a normal teenage relationship, breaking up involves being sad for a few weeks but you move on. What you and Dean are doing is serious, and there will be serious consequences if it all falls apart. You've decided to have Dean in your life and you're planning your future around him, but that needs to be a informed decision and I don't think you have enough real world experience to do that."

Sam sat quietly and listened to everything John had to say. His dad had some valid points, he didn't know how collage would change him, just meeting Dean had changed him. No. He loved Dean and he knew deep down that they would make it.

It wouldn't be easy but he could see their future together as clearly as he used to see his own. The problem was he didn't know how to convey these feelings to John without sounding like a delusional, lovesick teenager. Why was it so impossible to get people to take him seriously?

"Dad I don't know what to tell you to make you feel better about this situation. I'm sorry I lied to you, it made me feel like shit. Maybe if you'd known about Dean and I from the beginning this would be easier for you. I need you trust my judgement, the way Dean and I are didn't just happen. We didn't just wake up one morning and decide to spend our lives together, this is something we've thought about, something we've discussed. This is something we both want."

John paused and looked at Sam searchingly before nodding slowly. "Alright. I'll give you a chance to prove you're serious and know what you're doing."

Sam hugged John suddenly, surprising them both. Sam was glad when John returned the hug and was shocked when he was completely enveloped in the hug, making him feel like a kid again. "Thank you." Sam whispered into John's neck. Sam pulled away and smiled at John teary eyed. "One more thing. Can you stop making Dean miserable at work? He comes home pissed and takes it out on me, I'm tired of trying to hide hickys."

Sam tried to contain a smile at the thought of Dean would do when he came home aggravated. The sex was always fantastically passionate and Sam was always covered in bite marks, finger print bruises and hickys after. Normally he didn't mind but Dean was coming home pissed more and more often and having a sore ass all the time was unpleasant.

"What did you say?"

Fuck. Did I say that out loud?

"I don't know…..what did I say?" Sam asked cautiously.

"You just called this place home." John pointed out, a look on face Sam didn't recognise

"I did didn't I?"

"Did you mean it? Is this your home now?"

Sam paused as he thought of a answer but then realised he didn't have to. "Yes."

John was clearly going to say something else but was interrupted when Dean popped his head into the bedroom.

"Sammy, John? Dinner's ready."

"Thank you Dean, we'll be right there." John answered, earning him a wide-eyed look from Dean.

Dean was still blinking stupidly when Sam pulled him into the kitchen where their new dinning table was. Dean had plated up the Spaghetti Bolognese into three plates. Sam knew which was his because he was the only one who didn't have a beer but a glass of coke. John sat down at the table and Sam was about to follow when Dean pulled him back.

"I'm sorry I left you alone for so long."

"It's fine. Dad and I had a lovely little chat."

Dean looked at him unsure and Sam rubbed his arm soothingly. "Come on, lets have dinner I'm starving."

Dinner was a silent affair, no one knowing quite what to say. The only noise was the sound of forks clanking on the plates and Sam would have killed for some form of alcohol. Apparently it didn't matter if John was going to give them a chance, it was still awkward as fuck.

"So what did you do today Dean?"

Dean's head snapped up in shock as John asked him the question. "Sam." Dean joked earning him a kick from Sam under the table. "Sorry, that wasn't funny. I actually meant to tell you Sam, I got a call from Lisa today."

"Oh yeah? What did she want?"

"It's Ben's birthday on Saturday so she's having a party for him. She just called to see if I could make it."

"That's nice, I know you like seeing Ben. I'll just spend the day with Alex or something."

Dean frowned at him before deflating slightly and pushing his food around his plate. "Oh…..ok. That's….fine."

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, worried he'd done something wrong but not sure what it could be.

"Nothing! I just kinda of assumed you were coming with me, but if you'd rather not that's fine." Dean assured him smiling but Sam could see it didn't reach his eyes.

"Of course I want to come with you! It's just…..you're ex-wife will be there and her family, your family I'm assuming not to mention all your friends. I just thought you'd want me to stay here."

"Where did you get that idea? I've been dying to show you off to my friends, Lisa has wanted to meet you for ages and Ben will be really disappointed if you're not there."

"Really?"

"Really. I'm not ashamed of you Sam, or of what we have." Dean promised. He leaned across the table and gave Sam the reassurance he needed, a deep, loving kiss.

Sam smiled and looked up at his through his eyes lashes, biting his lip temptingly. John was obviously trying to pretend it wasn't happening, focusing all his attention solely on his food.

"I'd love to come with you to Ben's birthday party." Sam said finally to break the tension. He was sure Dean was seconds away from jumping him and dragging him to the bedroom caveman style.

They stared at each other for a moment more before John snorted and pulled their attention away from each other, but under the table they were holding hands tightly.

They actually managed nearly twenty minutes of eating in nearly comfortable silence before the phone mounted on the wall behind John's head started to ring.

"Just let voice mail get it." Dean muttered when Sam made to ride from his seat.

Sam nodded and settled back down. It would be for Dean anyway. The only person who would call me on Dean's home phone is Alex.

'Hey Sam I know your dad will be there soon and you and Dean are probably doing the nasty one last time before he gets there, but can you give me a call later? I'm having trouble with this stupid fucking English essay. And can you try not to choke yourself on Dean's cock tonight, I need you for our presentation tomorrow and I don't need you sounding like you've been chewing gravel.'

Oh Holy Mother of Fuck.

'And remember to hide the condoms and lube. You do use condoms right? Remember. Don't be a prick, wrap your dick. Call me later Sam.'

Sam whimpered and covered his face with his hand. Dean was staring at his dinner with face screwed up in horror while was sitting there looking at them both. His fork had frozen half way up to his mouth and the food dropped back to the plate with a soft splat. Sam let his head fall to the table with a thumb, hardly noticing the pain over the embarrassment.

Dean laughed nervously and Sam could hear the strain in his voice. "Well…..that was…..horrifying."

Sam leaned across the table slightly, towards John. "Dad are you alright?" he asked hesitantly.

"Why wouldn't I be alright?"

"You're not blinking." Sam waited for John's response and when he didn't get any he tried a different route. "You know…..you already knew Dean and I were having sex. So it's not like Alex mentioned something you didn't already know about."

"He didn't know you liked choking on my cock."

"Thank you, Dean!" Sam hissed, a note of hysterics making his voice shrill.

God, Sam loved Dean but sometimes he just really wanted to punch him in the face.

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Sam sighed and slumped into the car seat, staring outside the window. Lisa and Ben lived over an hour away and Sam was dying for a pee.

"Dean we have to stop."

"Why?"

"Because if we don't I'm gonna pee myself."

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes but pulled into the parking lot of the first petrol station he saw. Sam ran into the petrol station and Dean followed more slowly behind him. Might as well get something to eat. He scanned the chocolate bar section but decided against it. Instead he moved to the hot food and felt his mouth watering at the sight of the greasy, deep fried food. Fuck that looks good, but Sam would give me so much crap.

"Dean? Can you come here for a second?" Sam yelled from the bathroom, sticking his head around the corner.

Dean frowned and headed over to Sam confused. "What? Do you need me to hold it for you?"

Sam smirked and dragged Dean into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"Sam?"

"I love you."

Sam nuzzled his face in Dean's neck and littered small kisses up and down the smooth expanse of flesh. Dean whimpered and exposed his neck to Sam, allowing him more access. He could feel Sam smirk against his neck and gasped when he began to nip and bite before soothing the pain with small licks.

"Fuck." Dean sighed, closing his eyes.

Sam pushed Dean roughly against the hard concrete of the dirty bathroom wall. He attacked Dean's neck and exposed shoulder, biting and sucking leaving dark purple bruises and marking Dean as his. Sam fought his way under Dean's shirt and found the warmth of his bare skin.

He trailed his hands over Dean's chest, enjoying the way the muscles tensed and relaxed under his touch. Dean yelped when Sam rubbed a thumb over his nipple and it sent shock waves through his body and settled in his cock.

"God we shouldn't be doing this." Dean grunted as he grinded against Sam.

"Who gives a fuck?" Sam's eyes rolled back into his head at the delicious friction Dean's grinding caused him.

"Fuck I want you."

"Then take me." Sam teased, pulling on Dean's belt and hooked his thumbs under the hem of his pants.

"We're in the dirty bathroom of a road side petrol station."

"So?"

"Anyone could find us." Dean pulled away and looked at Sam incredulously, but Sam could see the lust and want in his eyes.

"Kinda makes it hotter doesn't it? Knowing anyone could see us, see you pounding into me, me panting and whimpering as I impale myself on you cock." Sam whispered into his ear, licking around the edge.

Dean grunted as images of Sam grunting, panting, naked and withering on his cock, sprung into his mind. He pulled his belt off and tugged on his pants, knowing this was going to be hard and fast. Sam was still completely clothed apart from his pants around his ankles and Dean was in the same state.

He didn't want the be completely undressed, if they were caught he wanted to be able to cover himself and Sam quickly. Plus, being almost fully dressed amplified the naughty feeling fucking in public gave him.

"Need you now." Sam panted.

"We'll do this my way."

"Anything."

Dean pushed Sam down on his knees so he was face to face with Dean's cock. Sam knew exactly what Dean wanted and set to his job with an amazing amount of concentration and joy. This was one of his favourite things.

Dean's eyes widened, "Holy fuck Sammy,"

Sam smiled as best he could with his mouth wrapped around Dean. He licked and sucked, swirling his tongue around the head of Dean's cock and when his spit had slicked Dean up enough, Sam pulled his mouth off Dean and took him in his hands instead.

Dean panted and groaned as Sam switched from soft pulls to hard tugs, he never knew which was coming next. Sam couldn't help but stare at the head of Dean's cock. It was a perfect mushroom, shining an angry red. Beads of pre-cum built up and ran down the sides, mixing with his spit. He knew Dean couldn't last much longer. Sam pulled his hands away and replaced them with his mouth, this time swallowing Dean to the root. Sam was grunting and moaning, and the vibrations travelled from his throat straight to Dean's cock, pushing him over the edge.

"Sammy I'm coming." Dean managed before he shot his load down Sam's willing throat. Sam eagerly swallowed all of it, with a little spilling out over onto his chin.

Dean pulled Sam to his feet roughly and massaged the globes of Sam's ass, causing Sam to gasp and moan. Dean smirked and using the firm gasp he had on Sam's ass, pulled Sam roughly against his body to their groins were crushed together.

He loved the gasp of surprise and pleasure Sam couldn't contain as his arousal rubbed against Dean's stomach. Sam groaned as the fabric of his boxers created delicious friction on his erection.

"Someone's excited." Dean purred, moving his own hips in tandem against Sam's

"Can you blame me? You are so fucking sexy." Sam panted, bucking against Dean, desperate for more contact between their covered erections.

Dean grunted when Sam began to practically dry hump him.

"Fuck!" Sam managed to pant out as the pleasure built rapidly, but not enough to bring him over the edge.

"Almost there?" Dean asked.

Sam whimpered in answer and his thrusts became almost violent. "More. I need more." he begged, the friction of humping against Dean not enough to bring him to orgasm.

Dean removed his hand from Sam's ass and bought it to Sam's mouth.

"Suck."

Sam, mouth already open from panting, accepted Dean's fingers greedily and sucked on them messily. When Dean judged them to be adequately coated, pulled them from Sam's mouth with a slurp and returned his hand to Sam's ass, this tracing them along his crack.

"Please, oh fuck please." Sam pleaded, voice shaking in want and need.

Dean smirked and circled Sam's entrance slowly, pressing against it but refusing to breach the tight ring of muscle. Sam whimpered and moaned, desperate for release. Hearing the wanton noises Sam was making was enough to make Dean hard again but he fought it, they didn't have time for another round. When Sam least expected it, he pushed the tip of his index finger into the tight quivering hole.

"Holy fuck!" Sam groaned, nerve endings screaming in pleasure.

It felt exquisite, Dean's finger inside of him, massaging him gently. It was all he needed.

Dean didn't stop finger fucking him as Sam stiffened suddenly as he came with a scream. Dean shivered and moaned when Sam's ass tightened around his finger, rhythmically clenching and unclenching as his orgasm racked his body.

Cum coated the inside of his boxers, making them quite uncomfortable but he didn't care. Every ounce of strength had been sapped from his body from the power of his orgasm, and it left him shaking in Dean's arms.

Dean held onto Sam tightly until his legs stopped wobbling and he couldn't contain a self satisfied smirk. Sam looked completely fucked out. Eyes clouded and drooping slightly, hair messy and slicked with sweat and chest rising rapidly as Sam struggled to regain normal breathing patterns.

Sam made it to the car before his legs gave out and he suck gratefully into the leather seats. His boxers which were now unwearable due to the fact they were covered in cum were stuffed in his pocket. Dean reached the car a minute later, having timed there exits from the bathroom so no one would get suspicious.

"I can't believe we just did that." Sam panted, curling himself onto his side so he was facing Dean.

A happy smile had curled itself across Sam's lips, like it always did after sex. He felt bubbly and warm inside, nothing could relax him quite like a good round of sex. Dean looked the way he always did after sex, all puffed up with pride, with a certain swagger to his step.

"I know, who would have thought little virgin Sammy would be up for sex in a public palace?" Dean teased, sharing a smile with Sam.

Sam snorted and twisted so he sitting upright, a much more comfortable position. "You of all people should know I'm not any kind of virgin."

"That's not true."

"How so?"

"You're still a vagina virgin." Dean pointed out.

Sam laughed and elbowed Dean playfully before leaning over and kissing him softly. "I can live with that."

"Too bad if you couldn't. I'm not the sharing type." Dean growled with made Sam giggle.

"Come on or we'll be late."

"And who's fault is that?"

"I didn't hear you complaining."

Dean growled again and pinned Sam to the passenger door, kissing him fiercely.

Yep, we're defiantly going to be late.

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End of this chapter. I know nothing really happened but I thought Sam and John really needed to have a proper conversation. Next chapter will be completely about Ben's birthday party. We'll get to meet Lisa and her family and well as Dean's dad. Hope you enjoyed it and please REVIEW.