"Wwwith you?" Sam stuttered, clearly surprised. He turned and glanced at Mike, then looked back at Dean. Dean felt something rise inside of him, some strange anger he shouldn't be feeling towards Sam, but the man looked and sounded so much like John, disapproving and disappointed and Dean... He just wouldn't allow himself to hide away and nod and say 'Yes, sir!'

So he gestured for Mike to come close, he took the man's hand in his and looked back at Sam with so much spite as he said "Yeah, with me. Got a problem with that?"

Sam froze for a moment as he took in Dean's expression, their joined hands and the fact that Mike wouldn't meet his eyes, before his eyes grew soft with a hint of hurt behind them.

"No, Dean, of course I don't have a problem with that..." and they both knew neither was really talking just about the bed sharing anymore. "... I just didn't realize... I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

All fight drained from Dean as he watched his brother become smaller than a grain of sand, sorrowful and apologetic. He might behave like John sometimes, but he wasn't him.

"It's alright, Sammy, I know you didn't mean it. It's just... It's different, you know." Dean said and Sam nodded, probably thinking that was because Mike was a guy. Maybe that was for the best, Dean thought. Sam didn't need to know Dean never felt anything like this towards anyone ever before. He glanced back at Mike, and all he could see was so much support and adoration, it was nearly overwhelming.

And he knew he couldn't let them fall apart.

So he turned towards Mike, clasped the otger hand over their joint ones and took a deep breath.

"I know... I know this, what we have is still... New and not really solid, and God! I don't want to be selfish..."

"You should." Sam interjected and Dean threw him a small smile.

"Yeah, alright, maybe I want to be selfish for once... Mike, when we go to the town tomorrow, would you... Would you consider coming with us?"

Mike gasped and Dean couldn't help but squeeze his hand, hoping to get a messenge across that he really really wanted him to come.

"I know... We are in some heavy shit right now, and I don't want to drag you into it, but I don't... I can't let you go. I can't..." Fuck, there were tears gathering in his eyes, and hell no, he wasn't going to be some crybaby, so he tried to blink them away as he focused on Mike.

The man looked so stunned by the offer, looking with disbelief from Dean to Sam and Dean had to glance at his brother to make sure he too had an inviting/hopeful/agreeing expression, which, of course, he did. Dean focused back on Mike, his eyes pleading him to agree to come, agree to stay with Dean.

Mike's eyes were wide and scared and the man was frozen staring that Dean, and just as the hunter started to think he pushed too much, that maybe Mike didn't want him, the man gulped so loudly, Dean thought it must have hurt his throat doing it. He watched, mesmerized as Mike kept opening his mouth, gulping for air and closing them to swallow, then licking his lips to wet them and opening his mouth all over again. It seemed as though he was trying to say something, to force himself to talk, and Dean knew there was a possibility, he heard him before.

"...Eeeees..." came out as a whisper through a breath, barely audible, but certainly there. Dean grinned widely at him, breathing out a few times in relief, and having it come out as breaths of laugh.

"That a yes?" He asked, and after Mike nodded, Dean pulled him into a tight hug.He let him go, just a bit, just enough to press his lips against the man's. He could hear Sam clear his throat, but he didn't fucking care.

Mike had such a small, shy, sheepish smile on his face when Dean broke the kiss, Dean just wanted to kiss him all over again.

"Alright, I am ready to go to sleep now... It has been a long day..." Sam said. "I'll take the recliner." He sad with a smile, then pointed a finger at Dean. "Keep it PG, alright?"

"Hey, why are you telling me?" Dean asked faking an appalled face.

"Because I know you." Sam said and settled in the recliner. Mike went ahead and put on a movie for them to watch, getting a hum of approval from Sam and a snort of annoyance with a coughed "suck-up" from Dean at his choice of the movie. Stigmata was a very biblical/religious/slight surreal movie, and Dean just knew Sam liked it, even if he found it boring.

When the movie ended, it was Mike who got up and turned off the lights, crawling back into bed with Dean, and the hunter felt so good, so fulfilled, he had a permanent smile plastered on his face.

A few minutes later, there was a light humming filling the room and then a voice whispered "Oh, Dean... Feels so good..."

"Cut it out Dean!" Sam yelled.

"It wasn't me... Aaaaooo... Saaaaam. Mike pinched me." Dean shouted and whined, to which Sam commented:

"I like him already..."

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"Me too..."