Legalities, as always Sam and Dean and all things Supernatural do not belong to me. They are the property of the CW and Kripke Enterprises. I wish they would share, but I don't think that is going to happen so I guess I will simply play in their sandbox for a bit.

Rating MA: For language and injured Dean and Sam throughout the storyline, they will also be M/M pairing although they are not brothers in this story. Pairings won't happen till later chapters, so be sure to review the warnings before reading.

If you don't like this type of thing, then don't read this story I am sure there are ones that would be more pleasing to you.

Author's Note: This story will follow Sam and Dean as they try to escape from the Alaskan wilderness. I don't have any idea what a pilot would really do in this type of situation, so bear with me. I am also not an engineer so that means I am totally taking license with Dean's job as well.

Please Review: The muse is hungry people.

Be advised this chapter get's a little heavy, talks about Dean's past, which alludes to child abuse, nothing graphic but you have been warned.

Chapter 11

(Patterns)

It had been a week since Dean woke up and Sam had received his latest surgery, they were both progressing albeit slowly, but progressing. Dead was moving a little better, he was off the catheter, thank god for small things, because every time be and Sam were alone, that damn thing really sucked. Sam was still crutching around, although he had started physical therapy and the knee was showing some signs of improvement, limited as it was. Dean was still in the wheel chair, which was driving him crazy, but Sam thought he looked kinda cute. The injury to his hip and feet were still bothering him and Dean spent the majority of his time in pain, but he was dealing…and doing his best to ensure that Sam wasn't seeing that. Lisa had taken Ben back to Seattle, since he had to start school at the beginning of the following week. Castiel had head back as well to manage things at the company, he had told Dean that if he needed anything that he should just call and Cas would be there at mock 1 speed.

Dean thought of his friend and he was surprised as the emotions welled up inside him, he had known that he and Cas were true friends, but he hadn't expected the level of support from him that he had received. It humbled Dean a little as he thought of it. Lisa had been a bitch, although he knew that she would be and Ben had been awesome. He like Sam and was eager to talk about baseball, airplanes, and Sam's dog. Dean thought to the two of them playing cards at a table the staff had brought into Dean's room, they were playing spades and Sam was getting his ass kicked…by a twelve year old. Dean had struggled to keep from laughing as it might have irritated Sam and it sure as hell would have torn the stitches side.

Dean was currently reading a magazine that Cas had brought for him, it was on the engineering concepts for a new kind of highrise building. He was totally engrossed in the material so he missed the shuffle of Sam's feet until a hand gently landed on his shoulder and reached around to knead his next softly.

"Mmmm…Sam that's just about the most awesome thing since my sponge bath earlier." Dean sighed and smiled, turning to look directly into Sam's amazing blue-green eyes. They crinkled at the corners and his dimple's popped out, "Oh yeah? Was she prettier than me?"

Dean snorted, "No…I just appreciated getting clean." He rolled his head around felt Sam's fingers drop to his collar bone, still gently rubbing the tense muscles.

"I'll give you a year to cut that out."

Sam chuckled, "I'll take touching you for a year…"

Dean wondered if Sam had any idea what it did to him when he said things like that. Dean had wanted a steady life with someone since Lisa, but when that hadn't immediately happened he had thrown himself into work, hoping that it would be enough. He had almost convinced himself that all he needed was his business and Ben…and then he had met Sam, and all this crap had happened and now he couldn't imagine why he had thought that he could settle for that.

Because as it turned out, he really couldn't be alone and he was finally realizing that he didn't want to be alone. Dean's thought's turned back to his childhood, it had been anything but great, his father had been an alcoholic that had beaten him, sometimes within a literal inch of his life. Frankly, he had spent enough time in the hospital as a kid to get nauseated just by the smell. That was part of the reason that he was so concerned about his business, he hadn't wanted to be like his father, in any way. This had also propelled his desire to be the best father to Ben that he possibly could be, because he knew what the lack of a steady father figure could do to a kid.

He thought back to the first time that his father had come after him, he had been about Ben's age, 12 or 13…the money had run out and Dean had had the audacity to ask for new shoes, the soles had fallen off his old converse ones and they were running track at school. His father had taken a belt to him, Dean hadn't been able to sit for a week, the welts and bruises hadn't faded until then. That hadn't been the worst part, his father was pretty smart, all things considered, and he never hit Dean in the face where other people would see. The injuries were always covered by articles of clothing, or it was a broken bone that was inside a cast. Dean had never fully understood what he had done to make his father hate him, but obviously something.

"Dean? You okay?" Sam asked softly as he watched a myriad of emotions passing over Dean's silent features.

Dean looked away for a moment and then brought his eyes back to meet Sam's, "I'm getting there Sammy, I really am."

Sam scrunched his brow together at that, "Is it the crash? Or something else…"

Dean ran his hand over his face, trying to erase the memories and bring himself current. "Just thinking about us and the past…It's been a long road to get hear with you, that's all."

"Dean we have a lifetime to learn these things about each other. I want to know everything about you, what you've been through, where you want to end up in life. I just hope that you have room for a passenger there." Sam said as he sat and ruffled Dean's hair in the process.

Dean smiled, and it was so sweet and with such an air of innocence that Sam did a double take, "Sam, there will always be room for you…wherever I go in life. You saved my life…" he inhaled deeply and then continued. "And not just when we were out there Sam."

Sam waited for him to continue, hopeful that he would learn more about this amazing man that was rapidly stealing his heart.

"I think had given up on finding someone like you…I mean I didn't know it would a man, but I just kinda accepted that I was going to be alone." He shrugged his shoulders and looked away from Sam, shame having laced his last confession.

Sam tilted his head and then maneuvered so that he was seated on the bed near Dean's hip, "I thought I knew where my life was going Dean…I had Gabe and I had a life…it was a good life." Dean looked away, sadness seeping into his mossy green eyes.

Sam gently reached over and pulled Dean's chin back toward him, "No Dean listen. I thought I had what wanted, but I was settling for what I knew. Not looking for what I wanted. You bring something into my life that…honestly I didn't know I needed, and now that I do…I. Am. Not. Giving. You. Up!" he punctuated each word with a gently squeeze.

Dean's eyes softened as he listened…really listened to Sam. He knew that whatever this thing was between them, it was just as strong for Sam and it was for him and they would fight for it. He nodded and brought his hand up and placed t over Sam's, "Me too Sammy."

"Dean, I don't know a lot about your backstory…where you came from, your family." He watched as Dean's eyes clouded with pain and rejection and suddenly Sam wasn't sure he wanted to know right this minute. Dean looked vulnerable enough without him asking him to peel back old wounds. That was a conversation for another time, but there would be another time and he would know when that time was right.

"Dean you don't need to tell me now, any more than I need to give you my complete life history at this moment. But in the future, these are things I want to know about you and I want you to know about me too." He smiled and leaned in brushing his lips gently over Dean's. It wasn't sensual it was love, pure and simple…just support and consideration and…love. Sam loved Dean, and he had no clue when this had happened. It simply was, like it had always been there, in Sam's life…he simply didn't know who that feeling belonged to. So he had protected it and waited...for Dean to come along and release it.

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Dean was waiting for Sam, he was back in their field and it was dark out, the stars were mostly covered by clouds tonight and the wind was rustling softly through the large trees, the leaves being pushed against one another. Dean heard the soft footsteps approaching and he spun to meet Sam in a hug. He was surprised when he turned, because it was not Sam that had come to this place. It was his father John…and he was plastered. Dean realized too late that he should have recocognized the stuttering steps of his father, he had gotten very good at hearing what type of 'footsteps' his father had. Were they the stone cold sober ones, the fairly drunk ones, or the 'I'm going to beat the holy mother loving shit out of my son' ones. But he had been so intent on seeing Sam that he had missed the pattern and now he wasn't sure what version of his father he was dealing with.

"Dean." His father stated, pulling the bottle to his lips and swallowing a large gulp of the golden liquid. John's own lighter green eyes were boring into Dean, searching for faults and weaknesses. He smiled when he fell upon one, "Really Dean…a guy…you're fucking a guy? What the hell is wrong with you?" John's voice was dripping with disapproval and the sneer on his face told how he 'really' felt about Dean's decision.

Dean turned from his father, as he pulled in a steadying breath, he knew that he and Sam were destined for each other and he knew that his father would hate the idea. Truthfully, John had hated everything about Dean, he could have been dating a monkey and his father would have had the same reaction. Nothing Dean had ever done had been good enough for the man. Not graduation top of his class, while attending of a full ride scholarship, from UCLA school of engineering. Not marrying Lisa and having Ben, and certainly not creating and maintaining a successful fortune 500 company with an amazing business partner. None of that had mattered to his father, just the failures. The failed marriage, the failure at being a 'good' son, the lack of more children and the list went on and on.

"Dad, all I ever wanted was your approval, to just once say that I had done something good." Dean's voice broke at the end and he felt the familiar burn in his eyes as his vision blurred.

Suddenly his father was gone and in his place stood Sam, and he looked so sad and concerned that Dean took a step away from him. What had happened to make Sam look like that.

"Dean, I'm so sorry, I never meant to bring all this up for you." His voice was soft and strained as he pushed the words out.

"Sammy, its okay…I knew this about my father. I just didn't want you to know." Sam pulled Dean into a hug, enveloping him in support and kindness and all the love that Dean could ever have asked for.

Sam whispered over and over into Dean's hair that he 'loved him' and that they were going to fine, just wait and see.

Dean woke to a tear rolling down his face as he remembered the dream and how much he had wanted his father to understand him, but the response form Sam had sent him over the edge. He loved that man with every fiber of his being and he couldn't wait to get back to Seattle and start living the life that he had been denied all these years.

The nurse came to help work with his muscles, massaging them to ensure that there was minimal atrophy in them as a result of lying in bed for so long. Sam would shuffle in to see him several times throughout the day and they would talk about where they wanted to go, what movies they wanted to see, and where they might want to look for a place together once they were ready for that move.

Things fell into an easy pattern and both men were surprised when the doctor came in to tell that they were being sent back to Seattle General for further care. The small facility had done all they could to stabilize both their conditions and they were now ready to move into the regular side of life again. The transfer was set for the following week, and Dean was a little scared. He and Sam had moved into a great pattern here, they were knew their schedules and when they could be together and for how long. Once they got back to Seattle, would that still be the case? Or would life intervene and mess up this amazing thing they had established. Dean knew that eventually they would need to answer that question, but he just wasn't sure if they were strong enough for that yet.

TBC…

Author's Note: I wanted you to have a better back story for Dean and some of the things that they will have to deal with as they learn more about one another. I also wanted to get them back into the real world so that they could start living, this will bring Gabe back into the picture as well as introduce the possible complications with Lisa and Ben along with throwing Castiel in for good measure.

If you're worried when our boys are going to explore their relationship in a more physical sense, don't it's coming. Promise.

Hope you are ready for the rocky road that it so coming.

No one ever said that the road to true love was paved in glass. I personally think it's the rockiest, bumpiest, and most boulder ridden street in history…But damn….sooooo worth all the bruises.

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