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Synopsis: Sam Wesson is trying desperately to get home to his not so perfect life for the holidays, but when a freak snowstorm stands him in a tiny airport in Jackson Hole, Wyoming he may find a new reason to celebrate the season. Dean Winchester doesn't believe in miracles and he has never stayed in one place for more than a few months. But when he meets Sam Wesson during the most festive time of the year, he might just have found something worth believing in.

NOTE: This story focuses on un-related Sam and Dean as they find one another on a blustery Christmas night. It is a romantic Christmas story. Very light on the SLASH action, but it is there.

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Chapter Nine

Home Not-So-Sweet Home

The snow-covered streets were still so familiar it hurt as Dean drove through Chicago. It was still early enough that even the snowplows weren't out yet. Not to mention that it was Christmas morning…a blustery and snowy Christmas morning…but Christmas non-the less. So that probably had something to do with the uneasy quiet of the normally busy metropolis. The snow was falling in huge white flakes and building into a lovely blanket of white over the silent city. The soft glow of lights from inside the stylish homes and the colored Christmas bulbs were the only illumination. It occurred to Dean that he'd actually missed his hometown.

It had been more than four years since he'd been back and now, as he drove through the high heavy snow, he wondered if anything had changed. He suspected that his father had not, but what about Carmen's father? Was he still out for blood? Or would he have come to his senses and realized that Dean had done what was best for all of them.

He ran his fingers down his face, the stubble of his unshaved beard prickling along his fingers, and then he sighed the car turned down the street that Sam had told him he lived on. He glanced over at the lanky lawyer and felt his eyebrows pull together in frustration. He wanted to tell the man everything. A part of his head was begging him to do exactly that. Break down the walls that were steadily building between them and throw all his cards on the table and see where they landed. That was an odd sensation. This push to tell the truth, the actual truth, not some fabricated version of it, as Dean was used to.

Over the last few days he'd managed to fall head over heels in love with the sexy man sleeping not three feet from him. He hadn't intended for it to happen. He didn't want it to happen. In fact, Dean had done his god dammed best to make sure that it didn't happen. And yet here he was, staring at the undeniably handsome man and wondering if Sam might actually understand why he'd done what he'd done? Or if there would be some horrible penance that he still had to pay for bowing to the pressures of his father…as if he wasn't in hell already. In Sam, he had found everything that he wanted and yet he was scared to reach out and take it.

"I can feel you staring at me, Dean." Sam mumbled as he opened his eyes and rubbed at them tiredly. The car was quiet and warm. The soft classic rock that he'd come to associate with Dean was softly breaking up the complete silence. He stretched and his shirt rode up across his flat stomach and Dean found that he had to force his eyes away from the tantalizing picture the exposed skin made.

"I wasn't." Dean responded a bit too quickly for either of them to believe the statement. He cleared his throat and let his best half-smile crinkle at the corners of his eyes with false humor. "I was just checking my mirrors."

Sam chuckled. "No, you weren't." He looked out the window and realized that they were two blocks from his house. "It's just up around the next corner."

"I know." Dean said softly as he took the turn. "I was paying attention when you told me. Believe it or not."

"As I recall you weren't paying attention to anything but my neck at the time." Sam answered with a chuckle. Despite the humor of the comment, there was a heat simmering beneath it that set Dean's heart racing.

The blonde cleared his throat again. "Uh…yeah…well I was…listening."

Sam raised an eyebrow and glanced over at him. "Multi-tasker huh?"

"Guess so." Dean responded evenly. He slowed when a large colonial home came into view and he couldn't stop the low whistle at the sheer size of the place. "Wow…ain't done too bad have ya, Sammy?"

Blue-green eyes flickered over. "Being a partner in a top law firm has its perks." Sam wasn't sure he liked the way Dean had said that. It gave him a reason to wonder just what exactly Dean had grown up with. He knew that he had been…who am I trying to convince here…he is married to the mayor's daughter. An uneasy pinch in his heart had him shying away from that line of thinking. He realized that the man in question was talking to him and he pulled his wandering thoughts back to the present.

"What?" He asked.

"I said…I'd say that's an understatement." Dean responded quickly. The more he saw the more he knew that Sam was simply out of his league. Or at least he was as long as Dean's father was out there calling the shots. He couldn't ask a man with a son and a home to give it all up for a shot at something that may or may not result in a life together. "Hey Sam, can I ask you something?"

Sam shrugged. "Sure." He said warily.

Dean felt unusually vulnerable as he debated on actually asking his question. "Think we'll run into each other again?"

His question had the other man turning toward him in question as Dean rolled to a halt in front of the large stone home. Sam reached out gently took Dean's hand from the wheel and wrapped it in his larger ones. "I'd like to think so." Sam smiled and then made a radical and instant decision. "Think you can stay for Christmas dinner?" He glanced down and then looked at Dean through the fringe of his long dark eyelashes. "I can't really cook, but after you drove me all this way, least I can do is feed you something proper. Ellen, the woman that watches Adam, she can cook great."

The blonde pulled his plump lower lip between his teeth and finally nodded slowly. The lip action was a sexy little thing that Sam didn't think Dean even knew he did. He never tried to pull his hand from Sam's; he simply sat there reveling in the feeling of warmth emanating from across the seat. He placed the car in park and turned to look the lawyer fully in the face. "I'm not imagining…any of this. Am I?" It came out almost as a whisper and Dean had lowered his brilliant green eyes. He'd never been in love and it was a wholly unsettling experience for a man that lived his life one day at a time.

Sam's eyebrows knitted together as he considered Dean's question. He didn't wait for long before leaning in and placing a gentle, yet passionate kiss on the pink cupid bow lips. Dean responded immediately, unlacing their fingers and reaching up before running his fingers through Sam's soft hair. He heard the soft moan as his palm cupped the base of Sam's skull and he heartily pressed his lips against Sam's in response. It was a kiss of both need and a desperate attempt to prove that this wasn't a random thing. That there was something between them and that they weren't just 'fooling around'. Sam's hands dropped and he pressed them into Dean's lower back, pulling him closer. The action pulled a low moan from somewhere deep inside the shorter man and Sam's stomach fluttered at the knowledge that he could do this to Dean.

He could control how this man responded to him and he liked it. Never in his life had Sam felt that kind of power. And the truly scary thing was that Dean had that same power over him. After several blissful moments he pulled back and looked down into wide green eyes. His fingers dragged gently down Dean's cheek and slid over the smooth skin of his neck. The man's head dropped back and a needy little moan slipped past his lips and it made Sam's heart ache.

"No, Dean. You're not imagining anything." He whispered before leaning in and pressing another soft kiss against Dean's temple.

A light flipped on inside the house and the curtain pulled back. Adam's blonde head popped up and Sam patted Dean's knee before climbing from the warmth of the car. The child burst from the house, no coat and only a pair of slippers on his feet.

"Dad!" Adam cried as he launched himself into his father's waiting arms.

"Hey'ya buddy…" Sam hugged the child to him and took a deep breath. Adam smelled of shampoo and soap…and something that any parent would recognize, but couldn't be identified.

Dean watched the reunion with interest. He'd never been around children and he didn't have any siblings. So watching the bond between father and son was something of a news flash to him. His own father hadn't ever done more than pat Dean on the head once. The fact that he could even recognize that what he was feeling for Sam was love…was a miracle in and of itself.

Sam set the boy down and turned toward Dean. "Adam, this is my friend Dean. He drove me home so I could be here for Christmas."

Adam turned huge blue eyes on Dean and then he took off running and grabbed Dean around the waist. He couldn't help the stiffening of his body in a shocked reaction to the child's proximity. "Thank you for bringing my dad home." Adam said as he hugged the relative stranger.

Dean's eyes flashed up and he looked terrified as he stared at Sam. The look reminded him of a deer he'd once seen caught in the headlights of his parent's car as a kid. The lawyer smiled and mouthed, 'hug him back'. Dean's arms felt leaden as he raised them and managed to get them around the boy in one of the most awkward hugs Sam had ever seen. "My pleasure." He managed around the lump in his throat.

Sam eventually stepped in and rescued Dean from the grateful arms of his only son. "Hey buddy, why don't you head back inside where it's warm. Dean and I will meet you in a minute."

Adam grinned a wide toothy smile. "You're staying for Christmas too?" He asked eagerly.

Sam's gaze lifted to Dean's and he waited for the answer too. Dean felt his gut twist and he finally nodded. "Yeah…I can stay for a bit."

"Awesome!" Adam sprinted for the house, his slipper-clad feet sliding on the snow and ice in his haste.

"Be careful, kiddo." Sam called affectionately.

"He's a great kid." Dean said as he turned back to the car and grabbed Sam's bag from the trunk. He felt the shudder in his heart as he considered that this might be the last time he would be in the same room with the other man. He'd managed to make this thing between them far more than a simple one-night stand…and now Dean didn't know where to go. Could they be friends? Could they be something more? Was he even capable of more…Dean wasn't sure.

The glow that shadowed Sam's face as he stared after his son was indescribable and it made Dean wish that he could put that type of look on the man's face. "Yeah, he is. So you good with staying…for a bit, anyways?"

Green eyes narrowed playfully. "You got bacon?" Dean managed a smile when Sam nodded. "And coffee?"

Sam grinned. "Wouldn't be much a host if I didn't."

Dean tilted his head and started toward the house. "Then I guess I'm staying."

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Sam sat across from Dean at the ornate wooden table and simply watched the blonde as he shoved a large piece of bacon between his luscious lips. Adam was laughing at something on the television and it pulled Sam's head in that direction. When he turned back toward Dean, the other man was staring at Sam. There was a strange look on his face.

"How long has it been since you sat and ate breakfast like a normal person?"

A flash of hurt echoed over his face before he hid it and forced a smile. "Too long. I don't remember the bacon being this good." He glanced up through his long eyelashes and it might have been the sexiest thing that Sam had ever seen. "The company wasn't as good either." Sam slammed his knee into the bottom of his heavy and extremely hard table when Dean reached under with his toes and ran them over Sam's inner thigh. "The no shoe thing ain't so bad either."

Sam's eyes flashed to where his son was laughing at the 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas'. There was a brief lack of warmth as Dean pulled his foot away when he caught Sam's eyes lingering on his son's turned back. "Sorry…" He muttered before turning back to the food on the table.

He hadn't meant to make Dean feel uncomfortable or that he'd done something wrong. That wasn't how Sam was feeling, he was just trying to figure out how to approach any conversation about a future with Dean.

There was a brief silence before Dean finally said something. "I think I should probably head out." His gaze flickered around the home and then landed back on Sam. "This wasn't a real good idea."

"What are you saying?" He was pretty sure he knew exactly what Dean was saying, but he didn't want it to be true. They hadn't actually discussed anything.

There was a ragged intake of breath before the blonde answered him. He tilted his head to the side and let sad smile work its' way onto his lips. "I don't regret anything, Sammy. But you and me…this ain't a good idea."

Sam would have given anything at that moment to know what the other man was thinking. "Dean—"

He held up his hand to stop Sam's coming rebuttal. "Sam. Look around you. This is a beautiful house and you have a family to think about. And I don't think it'd be in Adam's best interest if I stay…so I'm gonna go ahead and go." He stood up and forced a smile that he didn't feel. Sam had never felt like his heart was being forcefully pulled from his chest, but the mere thought of never seeing Dean again had to be what that would feel like.

"Please don't…" He managed to whisper past the lump in his throat. "Please don't go."

Dean turned back toward him; his face was shrouded in shadows so Sam couldn't make out the expression. He pulled himself to unsteady feet and moved around the table toward Dean. He continued to listen to his son's laughter in the other room, but his focus was now entirely on Dean. He didn't think about the consequences, he simply pulled the smaller man into his arms and kissed him. The response was instantaneous. Within moments Dean's arms encircled him and he pressed his solid form against Sam's. It didn't last long, but it was so full of longing that neither of them could deny what it meant.

As they pulled apart the doorbell chiming caused them both to jump in surprise. A woman's voice filled the house as the door opened without waiting for anyone to answer. "Sam? Are you here, darling?"

Green eyes flew up and crashed into shocked blue-green irises. His mouth opened and closed several times before he released Dean and turned toward the foyer…and Meg.

TBC…

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