There was a sparkle in the hunters eyes as they both gauged Sam's reaction to the large spread. They looked at each other with massive grins. They'd been planning this for hours so this was finally the pinnacle of all their hard work.
"We want to find what you like." Dean answered, buzzing with excitement. The store had been busy but he'd been patient and waited in line to pay for his cart full of vegetables, junk food and general unnutritious rubbish. It was so varied that there had to be somethings that'd take Sam's fancy.
"Really?" Sam gasped and tried not to blush as he smiled. Nobody usually went out of their way for him. Nobody had ever cared enough to do so.
"Yeah!" Bobby spoke before Dean could get another word in, "Now sit! It's gunna get cold!" He instructed, waving down at the table.
Obediently, Sam immediately dropped down onto the free chair in front of him. The banquet was laid out on the small table, all the plates and bowls barely fitting. He bet that such a vast amount of food would have cost them a fortune.
"What's this?" Sam pointed to a crab shaped pastry.
"It's from France. It's called a croissant." Dean supplied handily with a smile. He forgot about his own need for food as he focused on his thin boyfriend, eyes never leaving him.
The tall man plucked the croissant from the plate and lifted it so his hazel eyes could study every inch of the golden pastry. His fingers ripped off a piece and placed it into his mouth. His mouth fell lopsided as he ate. The hunters at the table were more than eager to discover whether Sam enjoyed it or not.
"So?" Bobby managed to ask before the younger man.
Sam shrugged, "It was okay but I wouldn't choose it daily." He blushed, embarrassed that he was being negative when Bobby had spent money on this dinner for him, "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, we will discover what you like." He scratched his head under the old baseball cap. There was so much choice that surely the future man will find something he liked.
"Try this." Dean pushed a heavy dish towards him, it scrapped along the wooden surface of the table. "This is something special that Bobby sometimes makes for birthdays or celebrations."
The stew always brought back good memories for Dean as he'd eaten it whenever he'd been recovering, on his birthday and usually if John brought him around for a really short visit. It reminded him of warmth and the homeliness Bobby always managed to create. It wasn't a fancy meal which is why Dean thought it was perfect that Bobby, the rough and tough hunter, would make it.
Sam peeped over the rim of the dish to see a type of stew sloshing around inside, scepticism drew his features and he peered at his boyfriend. Dean rolled his eyes but gestured for Sam to try some.
The tall man ladled out some running stew onto his plate, picked up his fork, speared some chicken and took a bite. His eyebrows rose in surprise and his lips turned up, creating dimples in his cheeks.
"I knew that'd do it!" Bobby cried. Everyone he'd ever met had loved his stew but, to keep it special, he only made it on important occasions. Also, it took ages and the hunter simply didn't have that much time to spare on a normal day. "It was sure to be a firm favorite!"
"This is nice. Better than anything else so far!" Sam enthused, gaze darting back and forth between the other men. Maybe he wouldn't have to starve while here after all. He brought more up to his mouth and munched it, glad of the food.
"Wait," Dean looked mischievous and Bobby was trying to stop him, "I think you'll like this best." He smirked, knowingly. He handed it to Sam,
"What's so special?" Sam's fingers stuck to the sticky gaze. The pastry was clearly sweet and sugary but it was oddly shaped in an O which the future man saw to be impractical. Brown glaze coated the top, which Sam assumed to be chocolate.
"Just try it."
Bobby released a long suffering sigh, "Dean wanted to bet that this would be your favorite. He seems to think that just because you're dating, he knows everything about you." He chuckled at the boy he considered to be a son.
Sam licked his lips before taking a large bite from the circle of pastry. Eyes widening, he groaned, "Oh my God, what is this?!"
"It's a doughnut." Dean was buzzing with energy as his predictions had come true. Plus, Sam clearly liked sweet stuff so perhaps he'll also love pie? Then they can have pie every meal of everyday.
"It's so much... Sugar!" He laughed. "I don't think I've consumed so much sugar ever in my life! The government has special limitations for what you can eat and fat, sugar, liposcene content." He explained to Bobby. He bit down again into the doughnut and grinned. The sticky chocolate stuck around his mouth, "Can I have another?"
Dean cellphone rang from across the study, it disturbed Sam's typing so the man frowned at the small device. It was a cheap one with no touch screen but just a key pad. Dean didn't want anything fancy for his hunter contacts and business. Anything with a glass screen would get smashed within minutes thanks to his lifestyle.
After waiting a few seconds to see if either Dean or Bobby would show up to answer it, Sam stood and hesitantly made his way over to the phone. He watched it vibrate as the technology was way too old for him to just use without instruction. He grabbed it but held it far from him as though it was a danger to him.
"Dean!" He cried. "Your cellphone is ringing!"
"Just answer it! I'm coming now!" He could hear Dean call back from somewhere in the house. They were probably checking out the panic room Bobby build a few years ago again. It was the third time they'd gone down there but Sam assumed they were making plans for the end of the world or something even though he knew that wasn't coming anytime soon.
Sam pulled up the small device and his hazel eyes bore into the plastic. With hope in his chest, his long fingers prodded the screen but it didn't get any reaction from the phone. He pressed down on the numbers, unsure to whether he needed a passcode to access the caller. He internally groaned, everything was so much easier with a bracelet.
"I can't!" He cried, slightly panicked.
He could hear his hunter boyfriend sprinting up the stairs from the basement, "Why not?!"
"This is NOT technology! I've seen pencils more advance than this piece of crap!" He grumbled stubbornly.
Dean chuckled at him before slipping the cellphone from his partner's long fingers, "Thanks." He marched away to speak.
Sam crossed his arms and dropped down into his chair, mumbling about technology and pencils.
"It's easy, I swear." Dean had tear marks down his red cheeks from laughing too hard. Sam, on the other hand, was scowling out of the windshield.
The tall man hit his fists against the steering wheeling and cried out in exasperation, "Its obviously not easy! I can't even get it to move!"
"Hey, hey! Don't take it out on Baby! It's not her fault that you're useless at this." He tried to hide his smirk, knowing his comment was bound to wind up the scientist.
It was beginning to get increasingly warm inside the old '67 Impala, the sun had been beating down on the black vehicle for over two hours now. Two hours without moving. It was strange for Dean to be in the passenger seat but it offered a different perspective of the car. Also, it gave him flashbacks to his youth when he'd ride up front with his father.
"I am not useless! I have a fully licenced D-F12! I am working with the top people in my field and made leaps in technological advancements!" He cried, pulling at the long stands of hair. Frustration was bubbling within him and his scowl turned down further. How could all his skills be worth nothing here?!
"Sammy, I was joking. It's fine. Loads of people don't drive." Dean soothed. He was eager for Sam to learn but he knew that if they pursued it for much longer then they'd roast in this giant oven. He rested a hand against Sam's arm.
"That's such a lie but okay, let's go find something better to do." Sam leant over and placed a kiss onto Dean's lips before shooting out of the Impala and towards the house. Clearly driving wasn't Sam's forte.
Dean shut off the engine and locked up before walking after Sam slowly. He glanced back at the car, even after two hours, she hadn't even moved an inch.
Dean held the plastic inches above the trash can, ready to drop it into the dark abyss.
"Dean Winchester!" A voice, filled with horror, cried out. "What are you doing?!"
Dean glanced around in shock like he was searching for someone else to blame even though he had no idea why he was about to be scolded. He swallowed and glanced up at his boyfriend, stood with his hands on his hips in the doorway. He felt like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar but he had no real idea to why Sam was mad.
"Hey, Sammy. Everything okay?" He tried to distract his partner but he still remained frozen with his hand hovering over the trash.
"That," He gestured sharply at the plastic, "Can be recycled." His critical eyes turned on Dean, daring him to challenge him.
"I've never recycled, Sam. It's not like one person would make any difference." He opened his fingers letting the plastic flutter into the bag. He grinned proudly at Sam.
"What did you just do?" Sam hissed, darkly. His arm shot out and snagged a cushion from around the other side of the wall, in the other room, "This is why my world is destroyed!" Sam ran for Dean, his cushion held aloft like an evil weapon. "I hope your happy! You're killing the animals! Killing the trees! Killing the ozone! Killing the humans! Killing the oceans!" The hunter sprinted through the house, unable to slow down as his boyfriend was forever on his tail. They ran around and around like a vicious game of cat and mouse.
"What the hell is going on down here?!" Bobby shouted over the noise from where he was stood on the bottom step, watching the boys run.
Suddenly, Dean darted past him with shear panic on his face. Sam was right behind him wielding his cushion and shouting threats.
The old hunter merely shook his head before retreating back upstairs. He didn't want to get involved in whatever this was.
"I will kill YOU for not recycling!" The sound of Sam's cries reached all the way to Bobby's nearest neighbor. Who knows what they thought of such a threat?
The cell phone rang in Dean's pocket and the hunter shifted to reach it. Sam's head, rested on Dean's knee, bumped up and down when his partner moved. The future man let out a grunt in discontent but Dean's fingers, smoothing his hair, stopped his complaining.
The tall man settled back down to watch the old to show, completely ignoring whatever phone conversation Dean was in the midst of. Bobby peered up from where he was studying a tome in his armchair but it wasn't long before he had his nose back in the book.
The old hunter had grown accustomed to the two men showing affection. They were considerate enough to keep in mild around him as they knew public displays of affection were pretty gross. Especially if one of those men was someone you considered to be a son.
Over the couple of months they'd stayed here, Sam had grown pretty comfortable in the house. Nothing seemed to surprise him anymore, not even when a hunter turned up a week ago with a vampire head hanging from his fingers.
Sam only began listening to Dean's conversation when he could hear slight concern in his partner's tone. There wasn't much out here that troubled him anymore.
Dean held tight to his cell, "I don't know if it's too soon." He mumbled to whoever was listening on the other side.
Sam frowned but didn't divert his eyes from the tv. He had a sneaking suspicion that Bobby would also currently be eavesdropping on the young hunter. They both worried about him sometimes.
"It's only been a few months... That's fucking ridiculous!" Dean hung up with a mighty huff. The temptation to throw the cell was strong but he fought it.
"Everything okay?" Sam asked gently.
Dean looked down this boyfriend with sad eyes but carded his fingers through the man's long hair to stop him growing too anxious, "Yeah, it was just another hunter."
"Oh," Sam looked down at the floorboards for a moment before peering back up, "What did they want?"
Dean swallowed and glanced over at the old hunter, who was watching them carefully, "There's a hunt."
Sam and Dean had the Impala packed up with their belongings and both stared towards the entrance of the salvage yard. The future man swallowed and took a shaky breath.
Everything he'd learnt over the last two months was now in the rearview mirror of a car he couldn't even drive. The man, who'd treated him like family, was waving from the porch behind them. He'd never felt so at home anywhere since he left his family to work.
Tears were gathering in his eyes as he watched Bobby through the mirror. He jumped when a hand wrapped around his.
"You okay?" Dean's green eyes met Sam's and they asked a thousand more questions.
Sam tightened his grip. He sighed, "No."
"Don't worry." Dean leant across to kiss him, "I've got you." The kiss was soft and was heavy with a promise.
The hunter started up the engine and smiled gently when she purred. He easily directed her towards the exit with the skill which came from practice. Sam let out a steadying breath as he watched the house grow smaller and smaller into the distance until Dean turned into the road and Sam could no longer see Bobby or his house.
Sam didn't know where he was going and he didn't know what he'd have to do but he did know that everything would be okay as long as he had Dean as his guide.
~A/N-
This was the last official chapter! Next Sunday: A Short Epilogue!