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Synopsis: Sam Wesson is trying desperately to get home to his not so perfect life for the holidays, but when a freak snowstorm stands him in a tiny airport in Jackson Hole, Wyoming he may find a new reason to celebrate the season. Dean Winchester doesn't believe in miracles and he has never stayed in one place for more than a few months. But when he meets Sam Wesson during the most festive time of the year, he might just have found something worth believing in.

NOTE: This story focuses on un-related Sam and Dean as they find one another on a blustery Christmas night. It is a romantic Christmas story. Very light on the SLASH action, but it is there.

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Chapter Three

First Kiss

Dean lifted the bottle of beer to his lips as he watched John McClane throw Hans off Nacatomi tower. He leaned against the fluffy pillows and his elbow was brushing against Sam's as he stared intently at the television. A soft snore next to him pulled his eyes over and he couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips when he saw Sam totally asleep.

He took a moment and simply looked at the other man. Dean was forced to admit that he'd never seen a man as beautiful as Sam Wesson. There was something both rugged and yet incredibly soft that surrounded him and Dean found he couldn't pull his gaze away. A strand of Sam's hair fell forward and the handyman couldn't stop himself from reaching over and carefully moving the silky strands, tucking them behind Sam's ear.

The other man shifted, more strands of his longer than necessary hair slipped forward again, this time over his eyes as he curled in toward Dean. A slight smile pulled at the corners of Dean's lips. He hadn't felt someone use him for comfort in a very long time and it felt…nice. Sam's head was now resting quietly on Dean's broad chest, his hand splayed across his stomach and his leg positioned Dean's in an almost possessive way. A tingle of a thrill raced through Dean at the proximity of the other man. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly was drawing him to Sam. But it was a very strong something.

He took a chance and dropped his fingers, running them lightly over Sam's arm. The man was well muscled and Dean could tell that he took care of himself. There was a nice transition from his bicep to his shoulders it was hard to keep his fingers from trailing lower.

This entire evening was soothing and Dean shook his head with a smile when Sam moaned pleasantly at the gentle caress. It had been a long time since he'd spent any portion of the holiday with someone. Not that this really counted. As far as he knew he'd never see Sam after this night. That thought caused Dean to pull his lower lip between his teeth in contemplation. He didn't want to never see this man again. But he had no intention of ever going back to Chicago. He hadn't exactly left town under the best circumstances and he doubted his return would be met with a parade.

In fact, he'd be lucky if it wasn't met with the barrel of a gun. Sometimes life could be such a bitch. Never in his life had Dean felt like he belonged anywhere. But here with Sam…he wondered if he could belong to someone. He shook the sentimental thoughts from his head and shifted his weight. Sam's head slipped lower and he groaned at the proximity of the other man's mouth and Dean's own certain interested anatomy parts. What are you doing to me, Sammy? He wondered silently as he gulped down the response.

He tried not to wake the other man as he carefully extricated himself from the bed and padded into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. Dean leaned against the counter, his green eyes lifting to stare into the large mirror. Once again, Sam's bathroom proved the differences between them. It was huge and ornate, with fancy towels and a gift basket from the hotel. Dean picked up one of the fancy little soaps and snorted.

"I can even afford the soap in this place." He grumbled unhappily, setting the small blue soap back in the dish. His gaze again lifted and connected with the reflection in the mirror. He looked at himself for the first time in years and he didn't really like what he saw there.

He looked tired. His eyes had a weary look to their green depths and there were worry line near the corners of his mouth. He frowned. Okay, well that isn't going to help the lines, Dean. He thought in frustration and wiped his expression clean. He splashed some water on his face and shook his head. What the hell am I doing? He wondered silently. Sam seems like a really nice person and I should know better than to try and get into his pants. Which was what he'd planned when this night had started. He was attracted to the tall lawyer and Dean had never been particularly good at self-restraint. And that was part of his over all problem. He shook his head and was just about to exit the bathroom when a knock on the door surprised him.

"Dean?" Sam's sleepy voice asked through the closed door.

Dean swallowed the tremors that just Sam's voice caused and turned to open the door. He was woefully unprepared for his body's immediate reaction to Sam standing there, bare-chested, hair frazzled from sleeping and wiping at his tired eyes.

Sam stared for a moment waiting for Dean to speak, when he didn't, Sam pressed on. "Can I get in there?" He asked softly.

Dean nodded and moved to step out of the way, but Sam brushed up against him as he started to slide into the room. There was a tangible reaction from the accidental brush of Dean's arm across Sam' taut abdomen. A shiver ran through both men and Sam stopped to stare down at where the other man's arm was now resting against his hot skin. It was like a brand and he couldn't stop his lips from descending on Dean's pliant ones.

The kiss was soft at first, pleasant. Like the first awkward kiss of a teenager. Dean's hand lifted and caught Sam's head between them, tilting it so that he could get a better angle. His tongue slid over the taller man's lips and they parted in a soft 'oh'. He was quick to take advantage and the kiss shifted from innocent to something more interesting. Sam tasted like whiskey and something that Dean couldn't even define. He pressed the lawyer against the door and then let his hands roam freely over the exposed flesh of Sam's chest.

A shiver ran through the muscles he was currently caressing as he continued to kiss Sam in an almost desperate manner. It felt good to have someone respond to him. Someone he actually wanted and not someone that just wanted sex. He groaned when Sam's hands slid beneath his own t-shirt and searched for a tender spot to rest. It was Sam's turn to moan when Dean shifted the kiss yet again and pressed the length of his body against the sagging strength of the lawyer. Dean knew that he should control himself. That he shouldn't be doing any of this, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Sam and he wanted him in a way that he'd never wanted anyone else.

His fingers dropped to the leather belt that was securing Sam's expensive dress pants around his slim hips. The feeling of fingers that close to his cock, pulled the other man from the spell Dean had been weaving with his tongue. "Wait…Dean wait." He gasped out as he pulled his reluctant lips away and looked down at the disappointment and…was that hurt? On the shorter man's face.

Dean took a shuddering breath and nodded as he pulled back from Sam and then something happened that Sam had only ever seen in the movies. A mask slammed into place and Dean was no longer readable. His face just went blank and he then plastered some phony smile on his slightly kiss-swollen lips. "Okay, sorry…just got carried away."

Dean swallowed his reaction and slid past Sam into the main room. He didn't look to see if the other man had followed him, but when he heard the door on the bathroom slip shut he let the mask fall for a moment. How could he have been so stupid? Letting his feelings and his attraction for this man obliterate all self-control. He'd literally attacked Sam in the doorway of the bathroom. He shook his head and scrubbed his hand down his face, making an instant decision.

The water was on in the bathroom. So he made sure to raise his voice enough to be heard. "I'm going to hit the sack, Sam. Maybe I'll see you at breakfast." And with that Dean passed from the warmth and holiday décor of Sam's room to his own plain and uninviting one. He made sure to latch the door from his side, so that Sam couldn't open it…not he was likely to.

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Sam leaned against the closed door of the bathroom. His body still tingling where Dean's hands had caressed him. His lips were swollen and he wanted to go back and finish what they'd started so badly it was painful. But he had a son to think of. A life that didn't involve being in a relationship with anyone…let alone a man. His partners would kick his ass out of the firm for that one. He'd known that he was attracted to Dean, but he hadn't realized the extent of that attraction until just now. He would have finished what they'd started. He would have made love with Dean right here in the bathroom of the most festive hotel in the world. But he couldn't do that. Sam had responsibilities and allowing his heart and…well, other parts, to lead him around wasn't an option for someone like him.

But holy crap could that man kiss. His lips were still pulsing from the thorough kissing that Dean had given him. There was a warm ball of emotion in his belly that he would recognize anywhere. He could actually fall in love with this man. He wasn't exactly a priest, but he hadn't felt anything this strong since Jess. And he hadn't been expecting it, let alone that it might come in the form of a man. A gorgeous man with eyes the color of a Christmas tree and a voice that made his heart race.

He ran his fingers through his hair and immediately turned on the water. He needed to cool off. Before he set foot outside this room and tried to explain to Dean what was happening and why he had to be very careful about proceeding. They could have this one night, but that was it. He couldn't offer the other man anything after this. He wanted to…oh god, did he want to. But he couldn't.

Sam swallowed and turned toward the door. Dean's voice stopped him. "I'm going to hit the sack, Sam. Maybe I'll see you at breakfast." And then there was unmistakable sound of a door being closed. He turned the water off and heard the bolt slide home on Dean's side of the shared door.

"Dammit." Sam swore as he exited the bathroom and stared at the barrier between him and Dean. If that wasn't an answer to the 'one night stand' thing, then he didn't know what was. He was not prepared for the disappointment that flowed through him in the next moment and he found himself sinking bonelessly onto the bed. He could still smell Dean's cologne and it made his heart ache in a way that both familiar and unwelcome. Maybe it was best that Dean had called this one and gone back to his room.

Because the only thing at the end of this road was heartbreak…and Sam wasn't going to get his heart broken...not again.

TBC…

Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. I will be posting daily for the next few days as I am stuck in a cabin for the Christmas holiday and beyond the normal festivities…I have the time to write.

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