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.

Plot: This story has evolved from the meeting of Dean Winchester and Sam Campbell on a plane that crashes, to a full blown life story of what happens when you find that one person that you are supposed to be with. But the universe is constantly placing roadblocks in the way. There are other people to help them along the way. But really it is the story of Sam and Dean and they cope.

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.

Please Review: My muse is one greedy bitch.

This story contains pairings in an AU of the M/M variety...you have been warned.

Chapter 36

Hunches

Dean stared at the paper that Sam had just handed him with something akin to disbelief. He simply couldn't understand how someone had gotten so much information on him and Sam. Everything was in the article from their initial meeting and the crash of the plane and then the problems with Lisa. How the hell had they gotten a hold of the information on Ben's kidnapping for crying out loud? His thoughts jumped around as he read the article and shook his head. There was really only one explanation and that was that he had a mole inside his company, and that whoever they were, they would have to be at the upper levels, because no one below senior management knew anything about the crap that had happened in the last several months.

All they knew was that Dean had lost his wife in an accident and that he was taking time off to be with Ben and deal with the loss.

The idea that someone working for him would betray that trust was just tragic in his mind and he hated the fact that there was no other reasonable explanation. His eyes closed in sadness and he exhaled slowly, setting the paper on the bed and looking up into Sam's concerned blue-green gaze.

This is going to affect him too, Dean thought in sudden frustration. He had always considered those at the top of his corporate 'food chain' as friends and more importantly as family. So this type of betrayal was a pretty nasty blow. His mind was flashing through all the people that would have had this information and he was coming up blank.

Sam watched as Dean processed the information that he had been given just a minute prior. The instant change inside Dean's intense green eyes was making Sam really think about this problem. He knew that Dean would be concerned about not only the company, but also how all this stuff would affect Sam and not to mention its potential effect on Ben… He didn't like what he was seeing.

"Dean?" Sam asked as he leaned in and placed a gentle hand on Dean's bare shoulder. Dean's eyes flashed to his instantly and then away again as he read the worry in Sam's own blue-green gaze and frown forming on his lips.

"I know Sam. I'm just…I don't know." Dean answered quietly; he sank further into the comforter, listing against the pillows in agitation.

"We just have to deal with this…should you call Castiel? You know that he is going to go a little crazy about this." Sam said as he slid closer to Dean. Leaning his larger shoulder against Dean's in silent support.

Dean chuckled and bumped his own shoulder back into Sam's, "Yeah…yeah he will. But I think that he can wait for just a little bit…at least till we have breakfast. I could really use a cup of coffee before I have to have that particular conversation."

Sam turned a brilliant smile toward Dean and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, Dean's own plump lips responding immediately to the soft warmth of the kiss. "You know how much I love you right?" Sam whispered as he pulled away slightly to look into Dean's forest green eyes. Dean looked down, almost bashful, and then looked up at Sam through impossibly long eyelashes and Sam felt the blood start to run south.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Sam said as his fingers gently caressed Dean's face.

"Do you?" Dean asked quietly, his own fingers running gently though Sam's long hair, tracing his neck and then dropping down to his chest and finally to his hips. He smiled as he felt Sam thrust involuntarily into his hands. "Sam, how's your shoulder doing anyways." Dean brought his left hand back up and traced the long scar on Sam's shoulder, the pink skin slightly warmer than the rest of him.

Sam tilted his head slightly as then looked at Dean, "It's getting there Dean. I didn't have surgery all that long ago."

"I know, I just…I hate that you have scars on your body because of me."

Sam chuckled and kissed Dean on his nose, "I had scars long before I met you Dean." He said.

"But they weren't caused by me…" he whispered.

Sam's eyebrows came together and he exhaled loudly, sometimes he hated that Dean felt that he had to take so much responsibility. The fact that Sam had been injured rescuing Ben didn't even phase Sam, but Dean didn't seem able to let it go.

"Are you okay? How is your hip feeling?" Sam asked, his fingers trailing down to feather across the hip in question.

Dean smiled, "It's getting there Sam."

Sam was just opening his mouth when there was a soft knock at the door, "Dad?" Ben's small voice came through the thick wood of their large mahogany door. Dean smiled and looked at Sam, whose eyes went wide, his mouth working but nothing coming out as he shifted away from Dean.

"Sam calm down, Ben knows about us…he knows you stay with me." Dean said as he smiled at Sam and shook his head.

"Come on in Ben." He called. Ben threw the door open and galloped across the floor , his walking pole bumping along in front of him as he jumped up on the bed, crawling immediately between Sam and Dean, laying his head on his dad's lap.

"Morning squirt." Dean said as he ran his hands through Ben's brown hair. Sam watched the interaction and he had never been more grateful that he had been able to reconnect father and son as he was at that particular moment.

"Hi Sam." Ben said with equal pleasure. His smile reaching from ear to ear as he snuggled between the two men.

Sam smiled and rubbed his long fingers through Ben's soft brown locks of hair, "Hey'ya kiddo." He said.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Dean looked at him, his expression a little confused. "What do you mean Ben?"

Ben snorted, "Seriously dad? I might be blind but even I can sense that the tension is kinda thick in this room." He said as he sat up, his eyes flitting from left to right, but not settling on anything. "Are you and Sam okay?" he continued.
Dean felt his heart swell as he looked up at Sam, "Sam and I are fine Ben. There's some other stuff going on, but it has nothing to do with us kiddo."

Sam decided to add his two cents to the conversation, "Ben, your dad and I…we're about as good as two people can be. You don't need to worry about anything happening between us." He finished.

Ben smiled and laid back down, reaching out for Sam's hand, which Sam placed in his, and then placing Sam's hand over Dean's and squeezing them together. "I'm glad you found my dad Sam." He said.

Sam looked up, his eyes crashing into Dean's glassy green gaze, his face filling with a gentle softness that Dean hadn't seen before. "Yeah, me too Ben." Sam said quietly.

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Gabriel looked at Castiel as they drove to Dean's house. He knew that his partner was nervous about what this whole development with the leak could mean and how the company and Dean would fare as a result. "Castiel, you can't change what is already out there…but we can minimize its effect on the company."

Cas threw incredulous blue eyes in his direction, "Gabe…I'm more worried about Dean than I am the company. He doesn't deserve this and neither does Ben or Sam. I just want this ended before it becomes even worse."

Gabriel nodded and reached over taking Cas's hand in his and gently rubbing his thumb over the knuckles of the other man's tanned skin. "I know…we will stop this before it gets worse…I promise Castiel."

Castiel inhaled deeply and looked back out the window as they pulled up to the large iron gates of Dean's estate, they were immediately buzzed inside.

Sam met both men at the door and ushered them inside, leading them to the dining room table where Dean and Ben were seated eating breakfast. The orange juice on the table looked freshly squeezed and the coffee smelled recent as well. Gabriel went directly to the machine and poured himself a cup, holding up an empty mug in Cas's direction, silently asking him if he wanted some. Cas shook his head and sat down across from Dean, and smiled at Ben as he reached for the orange juice instead.

"So you've read the paper I assume." Gabriel said as he walked across the travertine tile and seated himself next Castiel, taking a slow pull from the coffee mug.

Sam nodded and looked over at Dean, "I read it this morning Cas. Do you have any idea who would have…could have leaked this?"

Cas shook his head 'no'.

Just as Dean was about to take a bite of a particularly tasty pastry, the doorbell rang. "Seriously…" he grumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'll get it." He said.

"Awesome." Dean said as he sank his teeth into the cheese Danish type pastry.

Sam walked to the door, laughter dying on his lips as he pulled the door open and was glared at by the one and only agent Victor Henrickson. "Henrickson, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked his voice hard.

"Sam…why am I not surprised to see you here at 7am?" Henrickson said with a false smile, agent Giles stepping up behind his partner and smirking in Sam's direction.

"Why are you here agent?" Sam asked, folding his arms across his chest and standing directly in the way of Henrickson's field of vision inside the house.

"Sam! Who's at the door?" Dean called from the kitchen.

"Yes, Sam…please tell Dean exactly who is at the door." Henrickson said as he folded his own arms in a mockery of Sam.

Sam narrowed his eyes in intense dislike for the FBI man, "It's no one Dean." He called over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off the man in front of him.

He heard the click of Dean's crutches and he pressed his lips together in frustration, "Dean, I said it was no one."

Sam heard the snort from behind himself, "Ya I know Sam…but your no one looks an awful lot like agent Henrickson." Dean said as he limped up next to Sam stopping and looking directly at the agent, his smile still plastered on his face, though his emerald eyes were cold and hard.

"Mr. Winchester." Henrickson said as he stared at the injured man. To be honest he knew that Dean was involved in the rescue of his son Ben and the subsequent death of the kidnapper Jared and potentially involved in the deaths of the two men in prison the other day. But he didn't yet have the proof and that was what he was doing here today. He needed to see if the man was hiding something that he could find just through talking. Because unfortunately he doesn't have the evidence to support the hunch that he and his partner are following.

"Why are you here agent?" Dean asked as he leaned heavily on the crutches and waited for an answer.

"I just wanted to look into your eyes. And to tell you that I will pull all these fractured pieces together and…" he leaned in slightly his eyes narrowing. "I will see you behind bars for the murder of that man."

Sam had had enough at this point and stepped forward placing himself slightly in front of Dean, "That man…the man that kidnapped and tortured his son…what the fuck is wrong with you agent?" Sam's voice rising in pitch as he got angrier and stepped closer to the two FBI agents as a result.

"Sam who is at the door?" Gabriel said as he came around the corner and his golden eyes hardened into thin slits as he too stepped forward.

"I already told you once Agent, that if you wanted to talk to my client, you needed to go through the proper channels." He glared at the men as he stepped up on Dean's left side, noticing that Dean was listing slightly to the left. "You need to leave, before I place a call to your superior officer and tell him that you are harassing my client without provocation."

Dean listened to the men, his heart rate climbing as they discussed him as though he wasn't in the room. He knew that they still had nothing, that there was no way that they could possibly have anything, just their suspicions. But with the morning that he had had already and with the leak to the newspaper and then these men showing up on his doorstep, he was starting his morning off with one hell of a bang…and it sucked out loud!

TBC…

Author's Note: I am still working out the details of the rest of this chapter, so I split it into two so that I could post something for you guys. No worries though, the next chapter is REALLY action packed with all sorts of crap going on. Just wait for it… sorry excited about where this story is headed.

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