Author's notes: I had some time on my hands and wanted to give you a chapter of this... Saturday update is still on schedule.

Dean lead Mike down the hall to Jack's room, but before they reached it, he grabbed the man, shoved him against the nearest wall and glued his lips to Mike's. The man made a startled sound, but quickly got with the program, kissing back just as hungrily. Fuck, Dean had missed this.

Sure, his brother was cool with it, but he didn't want to expose him to too much and gross him out. Okay, that's a lie. He would love nothing more than to gross him out, but he didn't want to make Mike uncomfortable. Truth was, he was falling for the man, hard, and he didn't want to do anything to give him a reason to walk away.

That insecurity might have shown in the ferocious kiss, but Mike made no move to acknowledge it, or at least Dean didn't think so. The man just kissed back with the same level of neediness and a smallest whine when Dean pulled back. Looking at him, so debauched with his lips kiss-swollen, his eyes dark, pupils dilated and his chest heaving, Dean barely had enough sense to completely pull away instead of dragging him into his room. Plenty of time for that later.

"Come on. We gotta go check on the kid." Dean said, his hand slipping from Mike's shoulder down his arm to his hand. It felt so natural, to intertwine their fingers, to hold the man's hand in his, and no, those weren't butterflies swirling in his stomach from the small smile Mike offered in exchange.

Dean lead the way, stopping only to knock on the kid's door before entering. Jack had his back to the door, sitting slouched on his bed, hugging his knees. He let out a sigh, probably thinking it was Cas, checking in on him again. He didn't move, just hugged his legs tighter and buried his head between his knees.

"Hey, kid. What are you doing moping around?" Dean asked, a smile on his face as Jack whipped his head around and stared at him with disbelief before jumping to his feet, running towards him and slamming into a hug.

"Dean! You're... You..." He said, head buried in Dean's shirt.

"Who else would I be?" Dean teased, knowing well that wasn't what the kid meant at all. He returned the hug, tapping him on the back as some form of comfort. Truth was, Dean still hadn't completely forgiven him, even if he knew it wasn't really his fault, but Chuck's. He just couldn't help how he felt. All he could do was keep trying, forcing himself to be okay around the kid, and who knew? Maybe one day he will be? Fake it till you make it. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Broke my damn leg, but good as new now."

"I... I'm so glad to see you back, I was... I was worried, I..." Jack tried, awkwardly pulling away, a perpetual sadness covering up his momentary joy. "I... I am happy you're still alive."

"Takes more then a lousy werewolf to keep me down, you know that." Dean replied, and, to draw away the attention and make the moment less awkward, he turned to Mike. Mike, who was staring at Jack in a mixture Dean couldn't quite decipher, a mixture of awe and fear and shock and surprise, like he expected a little red baby with horns and not a normal two-year old teen. "Hey, um, this is Mike - the guy that saved me. Mike, this is Jack." Dean made the introductions.

"Hello." Jack said in his oh-so typical hand wave, making Dean roll his eyes and making them land on Mike, just in time to see the man mimic Jack's motions exactly, almost like a mirror image. Dean just stood there, gawking not knowing whether to roll his eyes again or burst laughing. Mike was so adorable at that moment, staring at Jack with a spark of excitement in his eyes and holding his hand up in the air, looking like a complete dork. Dean's dork.

"Yeah, um, Mike doesn't talk much..."

"Oh." Jack let out.

"... but he is awesome, and... He's here to help out too, so." Dean said, not sure how to tell Jack about what was really happening between the two of them, or even if he should. Maybe that was something he could have Cas talk to him about. Yeah. Cas will explain it to him. "You ready to leave that doom and gloom room of yours and come help with dinner?"

Watching Mike and Jack fuss around in the kitchen, fetching dishes and setting up the table like it was some special occasion and not just burgers Sam was bringing in from the nearest diner was... Heartwarming, not that Dean would ever admit to that. Mike fitted so easily into their little strange family, and he was so kind and open-minded and curious. Jack spilled everything about himself, about who he was and why he didn't have his powers anymore, so damn hopeful Mike wouldn't reject him, discard him over any of it. And Mike, he just kept this comforting smile and nodded and set his hand on the kid's shoulder, fascinated and so eager to be there for the kid.

Could he be more lovable?

Well, no not lovable, but you know, likable. Because Dean liked him, yeah, he really liked him. Like really, really, but not. It wasn't... No, it was just strong infatuation that some day, years from now, maybe could develop into... Something. Yeah. Someday. Something. Maybe. Probably. If he lived that long.

For now, Dean would settle for just having the guy close, and feel his touch and his lips and... Just having him near.

God was after them, there was no bigger bad than that. And if Dean's life was about to end, and end for real, he might as well try and make the best of it.

Mike glanced back at him, giving Dean one of his warmest smiles, with that look in his eyes like Dean was the most precious thing in the world, making his chest swell and making his cheeks heat up, and making him duck his head, not wanting Cas or Sam to see just how far gone he was over this man.