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 Chapter contains a Sex Scene: You have been warned. M/M

Chapter 38

Solutions

Gabriel and Castiel had decided to walk to the diner, they were talking animatedly as they walked into the 50's style restaurant. Dean raised his hand from a booth in the back to get their attention and the men headed quickly in his direction, sliding into the other side of the booth, their knees and hips touching below the table. "Hey Dean." Castiel said as he smiled and waved at the waitress, signaling that he wanted a cup of coffee. She smiled and nodded her understanding as Cas turned back to Dean.

"Hey guys, nice to see you two; getting along well?" Dean asked as he sipped from his coffee mug, savoring the black liquid as he watched the others for their reactions.

Gabriel snorted and his eyes narrowed playfully at Dean, "Uh…yeah, you could say that." He turned and looked at Castiel, his eyes softening as he took in his partner. "I'm guessing that you didn't ask me here to talk about our relationship Dean. So what's going on?" Gabriel finished, earning himself a sideways glance from Castiel.

Dean raised his eyebrows at the direct nature of this man, it always caught him off guard. "Well, I was thinking about this case. I think that I know who leaked it to the press...it was the press themselves." Castiel's eyes narrowed as he slowly caught on to the problem at hand…that damn reporter from years ago…she was back.

"She's back isn't she?" He asked as he looked straight into Dean's eyes and searched for the information for himself. When he saw a silent confirmation he exhaled loudly. "Well shit." Castiel finished as he shook his head in disgust, leaning back against the booth.

Gabriel's head was snapping back and forth between the two men, as he tried to complete the holes in his understanding of this new and rather unexpected development. "I'm sorry guys, but I don't speak this super-secret squirrel language of yours. Would you please break it down for me… in English." His eyes narrowed as he waited for an explanation.

Dean inhaled sharply, "Well it started with this reporter...her name is Meg Masters…" as Dean explained the reporters involvement in the past and the likelihood that she was responsible for their current problems…seemed pretty plausible.

"Okay so let me get this straight, she tried to print a false article and then got pissed when it was shelved. So she hung onto her anger and…what…followed your life since then waiting for a really juicy morsel to fall her way. And then your bitch of an ex-wife gave her the story of her…well career. Is that about right?" Gabriel said as he looked back to Dean.

Dean's green eyes got wider as he listened to Gabriel's accurate recounting of his life's story and nodded at the man across the table from him as he wondered how Gabriel handled all this 'shit' so easily. "Yeah. That's about right."

"So what do you want to know from me Dean?" Gabriel pressed and Castiel kicked his ankle under the table causing him to glance sharply in his direction. Cas's eyes were wide and judgmental as he stared at his boyfriend, silently telling him to be nice. He kicked Cas back under the table and elicited a small 'umph' from the other man.

Dean smiled slightly as he watched the two, he knew what was going on under their table and he thought it was funny as hell. "Well, I am concerned that Henrickson will get a subpoena and force Sam onto the stand to testify against me. Sam's the only witness and Henrickson damn well knows it." Dean's eyes flickered from Gabe to Cas and back again.

Castiel's eyes went impossibly wide as he understood what Dean was saying. Gabriel just looked amused by the realization. "Yes. Henrickson could make that connection pretty easily. He's not a dumb agent…as much as his crappy suits say otherwise. So yeah…I would say that he has already thought of that, he just doesn't have the evidence to make it stick yet."

Dean's eyes closed slowly as Gabriel confirmed his suspicions. He thought of the stress that would place on Sam and his relationship not to mention the fact that he could possibly go to jail if the agent found a way to make it stick. He opened his eyelids and looked to Gabriel for any sort of solution that the lawyer might have.

Gabriel thought for a moment and then laughed as a solution popped into his head that would effectively take Sam off the board as a chess piece. He didn't know if Dean and Sam were in a place that they could make this type of decision, but it would solve part of their problems and frustrate the FBI investigation inevitably. "You could always marry Sam." He said simply. Castiel's mouth dropped open in surprise as he turned in Gabe's direction and then shifted his eyes to Dean's own wide green gaze.

"Uh…excuse me?" Dean said quietly. He was sure that he could not have heard that correctly, Gabriel could not be suggesting that he and Sam get married…were gay couples even allowed to get married? He wondered to himself.

"You heard me correctly Dean. You can marry Sam and it would effectively end Henrickson's case before he can even put it into play." Gabriel said as he leaned forward and put his elbows on the table, leaning his chin in his hands. "Before you ask, yes it is legal in the state of Washington, it is not however legal for one spouse to be required to testify against the other."

Dean sputtered as he tried to wrap his head around this unforeseen development. Could I marry Sam? Would he even want to marry me…I sure come with some hefty baggage. He thought as he sipped his coffee again. "Do you think Sam would even want to get married?" He whispered, avoiding both the other's men eyes.

Castiel knew this tactic…he had seen Dean use it before and he hated that the man felt that he had to use this avoidance technique now. His eyes were warm as he reached across the table and gently took Dean's hand. Dean's emerald green eyes rose to meet his azure blue gaze and he smiled at the other man. "Dean, he would do anything to keep you safe. I think he would marry you without the pressure that Henrickson is putting on you."

Dean smiled and lowered his eyes again, "I would marry him too." He whispered.

Gabriel snickered, "Yeah, he's kinda a catch isn't he?"

Castiel looked at him in question and Gabriel just smiled, "He wasn't a catch for me Cas, he was meant for Dean." Gabe reached over and took Cas's hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the other man's smooth knuckles. "You were meant for me." He said quietly.

Dean watched with fascination as a man that he thought to be cold and calculating had proved him wrong by tenderly holding his friend in a way that made Dean smile inside as well as out. "Okay you two, your giving me a cavity." He said to break the tension he was feeling at this idea of asking Sam to marry him. The ink was barely dry on his divorce decree, so the idea of asking someone else to take that leap of faith with him was terrifying. And the fact that it would inextricably bind Sam's normal life to the fucked up version that his was…this solution was the scariest thing that Dean could think of. But it was also the clearest affirmation of love that he could comprehend. He loved Sam and he would do anything to keep that man safe and if that meant marriage, then that is what he would do.

They ate their breakfast and left the café twenty minutes later, Gabriel and Castiel heading toward their soon-to-be shared apartment and Dean toward the office. Dean spent the rest of the afternoon at the office, going over a new proposal for a bridge that would connect an oil line to the main land in Alaska…and that was the last place he wanted to get near.

The next time that he looked at the clock, it was nearly 4:30pm… "Shit." He said as he grabbed his crutches and his briefcase. He limped to his private elevator and then exited in the parking garage; the Impala was sitting in her usual space. Dean climbed inside and turned the radio on, tapping happily on the steering wheel as he pulled onto the freeway and headed toward the airport listening to Foreigner.

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Sam watched as the technicians taxied the plane into the private hanger and then turned toward the lowering sun, the brilliant gold and orange hews melding together to create an amazing sunset. He sat down on a jersey bouncer and set his small duffel bag next to his feet as he waited for Dean. Sam smiled as he thought of the older man, his amazing green eyes and his lips…oh God…how much Sam loved his lips. He was caught in his own thoughts so he didn't notice the gentle rumble of the Impala as it rolled to a stop several yards away from where Sam was seated. "Sam?" Dean called as he exited the car and limped over to where Sam was at. Sam's eyes flickered up and connected with Dean's, they immediately softened and he smiled, a smile that was so sweet and loving that it made Dean feel almost unworthy of it. "Hey. You okay?" he asked as settled next to Sam.

Sam looked at Dean and reached up taking Dean's face between his hands and pulling the other man into a soft kiss. His tongue licking over Dean's plump lips causing them to slip apart and his tongue to slide inside and tangle with Dean's in a dance for domination. Dean groaned against his mouth and pulled back slowly, "I missed you Sam." He whispered. Sam smiled and kissed Dean's nose and then pulled away again so he could look into those intriguing emerald green eyes, "I missed you too Dean."

"I think we need to go home." Sam said as he sat up straighter and took Dean's hand in his.

Dean looked down at his crutches and then back up to Sam, "I have a question for you Sam." He said quietly.

"You know you can ask me anything Dean." Sam answered as he looked into Dean's now worried eyes. He didn't understand what was causing Dean to look this worried, but he sure as hell wanted to know what it was. He smiled and leaned into Dean, kissing him on his lips quickly and then leaning away waiting for Dean to continue.

Dean inhaled deeply and then turned so he was looking Sam square in the eyes, "Sam. I was talking with Gabriel today and he gave me an option that would protect both you and me from Henrickson." Sam's eyes narrowed at the mention of the FBI agent and he sat back a little, folding his hands in his lap as he tilted his head and waited.

"Okay. What did Gabe say?" he asked.

Dean reached out and placed his left hand on Sam's thigh, gently rubbing the denim fabric as he continued. "Sam…I…would you consider…marrying me?" his voice dropped to nearly a whisper and Sam leaned toward him to hear the last part.

Sam's mind was spinning, he had not expected that. He knew how messed up Dean was about his divorce and the rotten human being Lisa had been. She had made him question whether or not he was worthy of someone's love. It had never occurred to Sam that Dean might want to actually get married again, particularly to him. Sam was aware that the state of Washington was one of the few that allowed same sex marriages. Secretly it was something that he had always wanted…the stability of marriage. He had just assumed that was never going to happen for him, he was man that was attracted to other men, so he would always simply have a 'partner'. But as fate would have it, the love of his life had just asked him to marry him…and Sam was sitting on a cement block staring dumbfounded at that same man as he tried desperately to wrap his head around what that could mean for their lives.

Dean watched as a myriad of emotions flashed across Sam's face, his eyes looking into Dean's very soul for confirmation that this was what he wanted and not something that he was simply doing to 'protect' Sam. Dean smiled and nodded his own answer to the silent questions that were racing across Sam's face in rapid succession. "Is this really what you want Dean?" Sam could barely ask the question, because he wasn't sure what he would say if Dean said that it was simply the best course of action, but not necessarily something that he would have decided to do on his own. Dean's eyes warmed and he reached out and pulled Sam into another smoldering kiss, as they broke apart Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

Sam's head tilted to the side and his eyebrow's shot into his hairline, "That better not be a diamond Dean, I'm not really a diamond kinda guy." Dean chuckled. He tried to brush off his own nerves as he reached for the box and clicked the small blue clamshell open to reveal a simple silver band…not a diamond on it anywhere. Sam's eyes shot back up to Deans and he was surprised to see the amount of fear, hope, and vulnerability being reflected out of those deep green orbs. Dean was waiting for his answer. Sam reached out and pulled the silver ring from the box…

"There's an inscription Sam..." Dean said his voice rough with emotion.

Sam turned the ring so he could see the inscription; it said…Souls bound for Eternity. It wrapped around the entire inside of the ring, but it was most amazing thing that Sam had ever seen. He felt his eyes well up with tears as emotions rose and threatened to overwhelm him. His chest felt tight and there was a ball of electricity floating around in his stomach…it felt amazing. Sam's glassy blue-green eyes jumped to Dean's emotion filled gaze, "Yes." He said simply and allowed Dean to slip the ring onto his left ring finger. Dean's own chest loosened a knot he hadn't even realized had formed there…allowing him to exhale a breath of nerves.

"Okay…good." Dean said as Sam crashed his lips against Deans and pulled him into a tight hug. The drive back to Dean's place was not nearly quick enough for Sam, he was almost vibrating with energy as they pulled into the garage and he grabbed his bag and rushed to open the door for Dean, following him into the house. It was quiet and Sam knew that Dean had arranged for Ben to be 'out' for a while…and after the little emotional bomb that Dean had just dropped on him, he had never been so grateful to come home to an empty house. He stepped up behind Dean and rested his hands on the other man's hips, leaning into Dean so there was no space between where his body ended and Dean's began. He leaned down and placed gentle kisses along Dean's neck and just below his ear as he smiled into the warm tanned skin. "We should at least make it up stairs Sam." He said as he leaned against the taller man, relishing the feel of his long fingers rubbing small circles on his hip bones.

Sam nodded and moved away, gently grasping Dean's hand as they headed for the stairs, Dean hopped up them and Sam watched with a twitching cock as Dean's ass moved, the muscles tensing as he finally managed to get to the top of the stairs. He turned and smiled when he found Sam watching him with an nearly predatory gaze, almost licking his lips in anticipation. "You coming?" he asked simply.

"Wouldn't miss it Dean." Sam answered as he bounded up the last few stairs and moved ahead of Dean opening and then gently closing the door of their room. He was instantly behind Dean, gently pulling the crutches from the other man and lowering him onto the soft mattress. Sam reached out and pulled Dean's sweater over his head, the t-shirt that he had been wearing under it coming with the top layer unintentionally. Sam pulled in a breath as he stared at the solid muscular chest and slowly slid his own shirts over his head and threw them in a pile on the floor. He heard Dean groan at the mess and he smiled as he leaned in and placed soft kisses on Dean's collarbone and laid him against the massive pillows at the head of their bed. "You're making a mess Sammy." He said as he arched beneath Sam, his hip not bothering him too much yet.

Sam chuckled, "I'll worry about it in the morning Dean." He said as his fingers expertly popped open the leather belt and the snap on Dean's jeans…he pulled the zipper slowly down and nearly came immediately when he realized that Dean had gone 'commando' today. The course dark blond hair at the apex between Dean's legs coming into view as Sam pulled the zipper carefully down. He leaned down and licked at the top of Dean's jeans, his tongue lavishing great attention on the hip bones that were exposed as he pulled the jeans open. Dean's cock was already rock hard and he groaned as Sam flicked his tongue over the head, causing it to jump in response to the warm wet heat. "Oh God Sammy…" Dean moaned, his eyes sliding shut and his fingers gently carding through Sam's long hair.

Sam smiled against his abdomen and then felt Dean's hands drop and pull him back up his body so that their lips could come crashing together. Dean's hands dropped to Sam's jeans, pulling the button open and slipping the zipper down, then immediately thrusting his hands inside Sam's boxers and grasping Sam's own fully erect cock. It was Sam's turn to groan in response to Dean's explorations of his body, all the while his tongue was battling with Sam's for domination…although neither of them cared who won that particular battle. Sam reached down to push Dean's jeans out of the way, when they got caught on his knees, Sam sat up in frustration and pulled them from the other man's gorgeous body. He loved seeing Dean lying there all hard and naked…and it was just for him…and it always would be. From now on, he and Dean would only ever have one another…and as Sam stared at that tanned body, he was so okay with that. He reached down and hastily pushed his own jeans off his long legs and crawled back up the bed, locking his lips with Dean's again as the other man moaned wantonly underneath him. Dean's hips were gently grinding his cock into Sam's; they were slipping back and forth between the two sweaty men as they worked each other into a frenzy of sexual frustration.

Dean pulled away from Sam and looked into his amazing blue-green eyes, his face soft and sensual as he simply stared at Sam. "I love you." He said as he gently reached over and fingered the silver ring, flashing in the dim light of their room, on Sam's left hand. Sam smiled, his dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he felt his world slide into focus, "I know Dean. Love you too." He leaned in and took Dean's lips gently as he slowed his movements with his hips and simply rocked back and forth against the other man, eliciting an intense groan that emanated from somewhere deep inside Dean.

Sam reached over with his unusually long arms and pulled the lube from their nightstand, he sat back and poured a generous amount onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm the lubricant. Then he looked straight into Dean's eyes as he reached down and slid one finger inside of Dean. Watching with fascination as Dean's eyes slid closed in pleasure, Sam worked Dean open and then slipped another finger in, scissoring until he could fit three in comfortably. Dean's eyes remained close, but the wanton noises he was making nearly made Sam cum right then and there. Once he had Dean sufficiently opened, he poured some more of the lube into his hands and then gently rubbed it over his own straining cock. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside Dean that there was no way to separate where one body started and the other stopped. But he also didn't want to hurt Dean, so he chose to go slowly. Sam positioned his hips above Dean's and slowly pushed inside, the crown of his cock slipping easily inside the other man. He heard Dean hiss as his body tried to adjust to Sam.

Sam bit his lip, almost in physical pain, as he stilled his movements until he felt Dean start move beneath him, the little sounds he was making in his throat nearly making Sam go insane with want. "Move Sam." He growled as Sam stopped again and waited; Dean took the decision away from Sam as he pushed his hips down and forced Sam all the way in, his balls now touching Dean's ass as he bit back a cry of pleasure at the warm tight heat that was now completely surrounding him. "You okay Dean?" he asked before he started to pull out, ever so slowly, only to ram back inside the other man hitting his prostate in the process and causing Dean to throw his head back and a cry of pleasure to escape his lips. Dean gripped Sam's hips and held on as the other man fell into a rhythm of pushing and pulling, hitting Dean's small bundle of nerves nearly every time. He reached down between them and grasped Dean's cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. Dean was making small whimpering sounds as he got closer to an orgasm…he felt it when Sam slipped over that edge, the expansion of his cock and then the warm fluid that coated his insides as Sam groaned out his own release. His orgasm tripping through his body in waves of pleasure. Sam felt Dean's own cock twitch and then he was spilling his own release onto his stomach and his eyes were clenched tightly shut as he tried to breathe through the intensity with which it electrified his body.

Dean had not forgotten that it had been weeks since they had been able to satisfy one another; due to the injuries and the surgeries…so he shouldn't have been surprised by the intense nature of their response to each other…but he was always surprised by how much he simply wanted Sam. Every second of everyday he was thinking about... at least on some primal level...how much he needed Sam…like this…in this way. Sam collapsed next to him after he had softened enough to gently pull out of Dean, he didn't want to hurt him after all. "I had no idea how much I needed that." He whispered as he reached over and ran his fingers through Dean's sweaty hair.

Dean chuckled, "Yeah me too Sam." He said. "But now I need a shower…and so do you." He finished as he looked over at the hair plastered to Sam's head with sweat. Sam smiled and leaned in to kiss Dean swiftly on the lips, "I can't wait to marry you Dean." He said as he leaned away and stared into the soulful eyes of his partner.

Dean looked away briefly and when he looked back at Sam his eyes were swimming in tears, "I know what you mean Sam." He said softly.

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Meg stared at her computer screen, she knew that Dean Winchester was connected to the murder of the kidnapper somehow…but she was missing something. Some piece of the puzzle that she had yet to uncover. Lisa had been her friend and the fact that she was dead while that piece of shit husband of hers was alive and cavorting with some stud was just awful. Years ago when that son of a bitch had gotten her story killed in the editing room, she had sworn to Lisa that she would find a way to bring that asshole down to the same level as the rest of them. Why should he get to live so high and mighty while the rest of them trudged through the mud and grime? When she had called the FBI with information about Winchester, she had been connected with a very helpful agent named Victor Henrickson and he seemed to be just as interested in seeing the millionaire brought down as she was. She had tried to get to Winchester through his employees, but they all seemed to think that guy walked on water or something. She had eventually landed on an ex-employee who had told her about the plane crash and the subsequent meeting of Winchester and that pilot Sam Campbell. Once she had that juicy tidbit, she had started searching more deeply for information about the man and how she could bring him down.

Something that she had discovered just this morning was going to make him squirm, as soon as she was able to get it in the papers. But first she had to go meet a man at the train station…a certain elder Winchester. Meg had found Dean's father and wouldn't that be a fun reunion.

TBC…

Author's Note: I've said it before and I'll say it again, this story just keeps twisting and gaining new plotlines.

Please Review…My muse is eating them up right now.