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 they continue their lives and try to deal with the challenges of their own pasts and tragic past of a child named Adam Milligan. This ride will get bumpy before it gets smooth, so be prepared.

This Chapter also includes a sex scene of the M/M variety. You have been warned. Chalked full of angst and hurt Dean and worried Sam

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so if there are errors, I apologize ahead of time.

Chapter 3

Unavoidable Disasters

The following morning Dean was sitting up in bed, his shoulders slumped forward slightly as he read the morning newspaper. He had gotten into the habit while he had been in the military and had just never dropped it, Sam walked into their shared room, the light bouncing playfully off Dean's golden hair, and set a mug of coffee on the nightstand and then leaned in to kiss Dean softly on the lips, before walking to his own side of the large bed and plopping down with a grunt. His large frame hitting the bed bounced Dean and caused him to shoot Sam an amused look.

Dean glanced over at him in question and then smiled slightly as Sam just shrugged and grabbed the remote flipping on the flat screen television and then channel surfing until he found the food network. What is it with Sam and the flipping food network? He wondered silently.

Dean chuckled as he turned back to his paper, grabbing the hot mug of coffee and sipping it gingerly. "Tough morning counselor?" he asked over the rim of the steaming black liquid.

Sam turned a bored gaze in his direction, "Not really, just a little bored today. We up finished on my case yesterday and I don't really need to be worried about the new one till next week."

Dean blinked in slight confusion, "Wait, the one with the corporate litigation?"

Sam nodded, his long brown hair bouncing into his eyes as he did, "Yup. They called and asked for a settlement first thing this morning. So now I have the whole day off and nothing really planned." I swear I am going to pin him down one day and go after that mop with a pair of clippers. The thought ran through Deans head as he stared at the unruly but so cute brown locks.

Dean shifted his hips and turned to Sam, "We could go to the diner for breakfast?" he said, wriggling his eyebrows at Sam. Sam snorted, "You just want to go see if Doris is working today." Dean's face split into a grin, "Damn straight. I wanna know how Jimmy did on the ASVAB."

"Dean you helped the kid study for months, I'm sure he aced the thing." Sam said as he looked into the animated face of his partner, Dean still carried a love of the military that Sam couldn't understand.

"Yeah, but with a great test, he can go into any branch, in any job in the military that he wants to." Dean replied as he leaned over into Sam's eye line. Sam pulled his eyes from the tv and looked into Dean's deep green eyes, they were sparkling with energy and Sam couldn't resist the smile that pulled at his lips. He closed the distance between in one fluid motion, gently brushing his lips over Dean's. Dean responded immediately and softly washed his tongue over Sam's lower lip, causing Sam to open his mouth slightly. Dean's tongue raced inside and started tangling with Sam's in an easy play for power. Neither of the men cared who was dominant and who was submissive, they had determined long ago that they both played those roles equally. It just depended on the rules of the game on any given day. Sam groaned as Dean won this particular game, and he twisted his long frame, pulling the paper out of Dean's limp hands and tossing it to the floor.

Dean pulled away and glanced at the mess on the floor of his previously tidy room and then turned to Sam in mock disgust, "You just ruined a perfectly good paper Sam." He said as he brought his hands up and ran them through Sam's long brown hair, gently kneading his neck as he dropped his hands lower.

Sam chuckled, "I'll buy you a new one." He said as he crashed his lips back into Dean's, hungry to taste the man. His hands were gently pulling the gray t-shirt Dean was wearing over his head, breaking their lips apart as he did. Dean groaned at the loss of Sam's soft touch and then threw he head back as Sam's fingers feathered across his chest. Sam pulling in a slow whistling breath at the sight of the tanned and well-muscled chest. God I love to see him naked… He thought as he dropped his hands lower and ran them lightly over the increasing bulge in Dean's boxer-briefs. Dean lifted his hips into the contact and arched his back like a cat, a moan escaping his plump lips as Sam touched his cock through the cotton.

"Jesus, Dean…you'd think we never do this." Sam said through a chuckle.

"Can't help it Sammy…love it when you touch me." He said as he brought his head around and pulled Sam's lips back into his own, a clear sign that he was the one in charge on this one. Sam let Dean take the lead and just enjoyed the ride. Dean dropped his lips onto Sam's collarbone, sucking at the soft skin and licking playfully as he dropped lower to Sam's nipple, which was now a hard round numb of pleasure. Sam could feel his own erection growing at the continued antics of his partner, he pulled in a sharp breath as one of Dean's hands slid inside his dress pants, Wait when did Dean get the undone? The thought flashed through his head and then he didn't really care when it had happened, just that Dean's fingers were now brushing over his pulsing cock. The pleasure was washing though him as Dean continued to lightly feather his fingers over the crown of Sam's erection and then slide beneath it to run his thumb over the underside of the head. Pre-cum was starting to drip down the length and Sam suddenly realized that he was still wearing an extremely expensive set of dress pants, ones that he didn't want to have to explain to the dry cleaner why there was a strange white stain on.

Dean started pulling at the waist of said pants, as Sam lifted his hips as Dean pulled them slowly down, agonizingly slowly, down his long legs…along with his boxers. Which he then threw in a huge pile on the floor, so much for the expensive pants. When Dean turned back to a now completely naked Sam, his breath caught at the sight of the man…he was all muscles and golden tanned skin. The sight of him laid open and waiting for Dean was intoxicating, his cock laying in soft repose against his taunt abdomen. The springy dark hairs between his legs like a playground that was created just for Dean.

"God…Sammy, do you even know how beautiful you are?" Dean asked in a husky voice as he crawled back up Sam's luscious body, marking him with kisses as he did.

Sam threw his head back as the pleasure of seeing Dean like this washed over him, steeling his breath. God I love him so much. He thought as Dean's tongue swished across the head of his cock, a shudder of pleasure crashing over him in waves. "God Dean…" he managed before Dean closed his lips around his cock, sliding it into his throat and passing his tongue over the now leaking head. Sam moaned at the contact, it was the most amazing thing when Dean got this way. He would lavish Sam with attention and then he would take Sam or allow Sam to take him and it was always the most phenomenal feeling.

Tonight Dean was doing the taking, he pulled off of Sam's cock, making Sam moan in frustration as he removed the warm heat from his aching erection. Dean chuckled and reach over, grabbing the lube from their nightstand, clicking the lid open and squeezing a generous amount onto his own leaking length and spreading it out coating his cock in the warm liquid. Sam lifted himself up on his elbows as he watched Dean touch himself and he was turned on even more, if that was even possible, by the sight.

"Dean…" he moaned and threw his head back into the pillow in irritation at the time this taking away from them. Dean laughed slightly at the sight of an irritated Sam, and then slowly crawled forward and slipped a finger inside of Sam causing the other man to gasp in pleasure. He pushed until he felt the small bundle of nerves and pressed into them, causing Sam to buck up into his hand. "Oh God...so good Dean." He groaned as Dean pushed a second finger inside of Sam and started scissoring his fingers, opening Sam up. When he had Sam writhing in pleasure and begging for more he slipped a third finger in, once he was satisfied that Sam was 'opened' enough, he then removed them quickly.

"Want you Dean." He breathed out as he looked at Dean down the length of his own naked body.

Dean smiled and then slicked the remaining lube on his cock reaching out with his hands steadying Sam's hips and sliding the head of his cock to Sam's prepared ring of muscles. He pushed the head of his cock inside of Sam and waited as the other man adjusted, before pushing in a little further. He bit his lip as he tried to keep from forcing himself balls deep inside of Sam.

Sam took that decision away as he shifted his hips and pushed down onto Dean's hard pulsing length, it was Dean's turn to groan at the feeling of being completely enveloped inside of Sam's warm heat. He started to shift his hips and Sam cried out as his cock pushed against Sam's prostate and he was no longer in control…Dean's intense desire for Sam taking control. His hips thrust in and out of Sam as he threw his head back in pleasure. Sam was shifting his own hips in time with Dean's as they fell into a synchronized rhythm.

Sam's hands ran up and down Dean's smooth chest as he tried to pull Dean closer and push him deeper inside. Dean felt the blinding pleasure building at the base of his spine and his head came forward so he could see Sam's eyes as he thrust one last time and came inside of Sam. His orgasm was currently ripping its way through Dean's body and there were flashes of light spasming before his eyes. Sam's own cry of pleasure informed Dean that he had cum as well…Dean was always surprised when one of them came without the other one even touching them…their connection was that strong. Sam collapsed into their bed as Dean pulled out of Sam and laid down next to his partner, reaching across to pull Sam's lips against his own in a gently kiss. "That never gets old Sammy." He whispered.

Sam smiled and turned so he could lay his head on Dean's chest, sucking the warmth and comfort from the other man as he did. Dean chuckled and absently ran his fingers up and down Sam's naked skin, feathering across his ribcage in the process.

The next morning Sam awoke to an empty bed, a note on the night stand as he looked blearily around the room. He reached over and picked up the note, reading Dean's writing easily, "Sammy, I have to work today, so I will see you tonight. Love you- D."

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Sam smiled as he slowly came up out the cocoon of hazy sleep and stretched like a cat as he felt the slight twinge from their previous night's activity's and rolled over grabbing the remote control from his bed side table and flicking on the tv. The flashes of the emergency banners that rolled along the bottom his television screen had Sam sitting up instantly and turning the volume up. Pictures of Cedar Sinai hospital were flashing up on the screen…it was covered in black dense smoke and there was rubble everywhere. Sam squinted his eyes in confusion at what he was seeing, there had to be a mistake, cuz Dean was supposed to be there. His breathing increased until he was nearly panting in rising panic as he watched the emergency crews trying to deal with the wounded and the dying. Film crews were panning the building and Sam watched in horror as they panned across the part of the building where Dean's office was located…it wasn't there. A large hole was blown into the building from the ground floor up and huge parts of the building were missing completely.

Dust and debris were blocking a lot of Sam's view of the corner where the day before he had gone to see Dean, wires were hanging freely from the ruined edges and the sparks from the electricity were causing fires in the lower parts of the building that was still standing...although they wouldn't be for long if the crews couldn't get the structure stabilized and the power shut off.

'A bomb exploded at Los Angeles Cedar Sinai hospital at approximately 0640 this morning. Rescue crews are now on scene, although it appears that they are having difficulty getting inside the building to rescue the injured. More than 130 personnel and patients are currently listed as missing; crews are asking that the families of those victims please contact the crisis line.' A number crawled across the bottom of the screen. 'Personnel with rescue skills are encouraged to make their way to down town and volunteer to help with the search and rescue efforts.'

Sam stared at the screen, his heart now beating so fast that he thought it might actually fly right out if his chest and into the screen.

Oh God…Dean. He thought as panic bubbled up to replace the fear.

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Dean needed the oxygen masks that were located in the basement storage closet, rather than bothering the nurses he made the decision to go down and get them himself. He wasn't the type of doctor that thought he was better than the other personnel just because he had more letters behind his name. It was a trait that the nurses and the CNA's seemed to appreciate about him, he wouldn't ask them to do things that he wasn't willing to do himself.

He smiled as he opened the small closet and stepped inside, he didn't even get the chance to shut the door before he was thrown into the rear of the closet by an unseen force. His military training told him that they had just been hit by some sort of bomb, it was similar to the feelings that he had had when their convoy had gotten hit by IED's. Dean's head slammed into the metal shelves and he felt the immediate pain that lanced through his skull as the metal cut into easily into his forehead causing blood to gush into his eyes, effectively blinding him. He hit the ground and tried to roll as the shelves toppled, pinning him beneath their heavy weight and pushing a piece of the broken unit into his side, like a hot knife slicing through butter. He cried out as the pain washed through him, his body settling on the floor as another shift in the building structure caused the other shelving unit to come crashing down, Dean threw his arms up to try and protect his head, pulling his body into a fetal position, the metal sticking out of his ribs shooting agony up and down his left side.

The second unit managed to miss anything vital, but Dean knew that the injuries that he had sustained were critical. He tried to stay awake, knowing that personnel would come looking for survivors. He pulled his cell phone out and looked at the device; it wasn't broken…thank god. He nearly broke down as he realized that there were no bars…he had little if any signal down here. He reached up to wipe the blood out of his eyes, ignoring the pain that was shooting through him; Dean blinked his blurry eyes at the screen. A thought occurred to him as he was staring at the little electronic tether…Sammy…he had to contact Sam… He blinked again and tried to shift the shelving unit, it was too heavy, and he couldn't even budge the damn thing. Text… Dean thought absently, his mind already becoming hazy from the injury to his head and the blood loss.

Sam- alive-hurt-basement.-

Dean hit send on the short message, it was his only shot…if they didn't find him relatively soon, it wouldn't matter. He knew that the injury to his head had caused a concussion and the 10 inch long metal piece that was imbedded in his side was just off of where his heart was located, so hopefully it hadn't been nicked in the process of his getting impaled, but if the thing shifted...he would be in really deep shit. He tried to control his breathing as he waited for the text to go through…finally he got the positive sign on his phone that indicated that the text had been successfully send. Dean felt his thought's start to wander, he knew that he couldn't pass out…but he couldn't control the darkness that descended on him a moment later.

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Sam heard his phone beep as he pulled his boot on, he grabbed frantically at the phone, praying that it was Dean…and that he was okay. He clicked open the message and held his breath as he read, his heart thudding into the vicinity of his shoes as he did and stopping all together.

Sam- alive-hurt-basement.-

TBC…

Author's Note: Sorry that the update took so long, I will try and be better with this story. I also had to create a new line for the guys, this seemed like a real possibility what with the bombings that recently happened. So I wondered what would happen if Dean was caught in one and Sam had to try and work through that. These two haven't exactly had it easy, so why would it start now, they had six years and now the universe remembers that they out there. This isn't a death fic, so no worries there. Also I am going to work into the adoption as the story moves forward. So stick with me.

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