Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing in Kripke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure. No copyright infringement intended.

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

Chapter Four

Dazed and Confused

Morning came earlier than he'd expected and Sam groaned as he rolled over and turned off the alarm on his phone. He swallowed his exhaustion and forced himself to sit up. The room was relatively warm and the fireplace in the corner was throwing out diminishing heat as the coals burned down. There was a pleasant light reflecting into the still dark room and Sam forced himself to slide out from beneath the warm blankets. He stretched and felt his back crack as he reached toward the ceiling. He'd always like the way it felt to stretch in the morning. When all of his muscles were relaxed from sleeping away the stresses of the previous day, but this morning felt different. Not as peaceful.

His eyes drifted toward the closed door that separated his room from Dean's and he gulped his disappointment that the night hadn't ended better. He found that he'd actually quite enjoyed Dean's company and having the other man leave, possibly angry, the previous evening hadn't been at all what he wanted. He shook the feelings out his head and carded his fingers through his dark hair. It was usually a little wild when he woke up in the mornings and as he glanced in the large mirror next to the desk, he saw that this morning wasn't any different. Awesome.

Sam moved toward the large window and pulled the ornate red curtains to the side. His mouth dropped open in more than just shock at what he saw. The wind was whistling past his window, snow was nearly obscuring any view of the parking area that he knew was below it. "Son of a bitch!" He said in frustration. It was a full out blizzard outside this picturesque little hotel. Which did bode well for his expected travels home.

He grabbed his phone and immediately pulled up his flight. Cancelled, until weather conditions improve. A crippling fear tripped through his system at the thought of missing Adam's Christmas morning. He'd promised his son that he wouldn't do that. The death of the boy's mother had affected him deeply and the kid had into a comatose type state for months afterwards. Adam hadn't spoken to anyone, not even Sam, for almost two years. Even as it stood now, he only spoke to his father. Ellen, the nice lady that was watching him while Sam was out of town, had learned to deal with Adam's forced silence. But Sam had promised…that he would never leave the boy alone on the holidays and he was about to break that promise. And it was eating a hole through his stomach as the guilt and disappointment settled in to grow into full-blown remorse at a later date.

Unless the flights were up and moving in the next forty-eight hours…he wasn't going to make it home for Christmas.

The velvety curtain fluttered back into place as he released it without thinking. The only thing on Sam's mind was his son. He almost missed the soft knock on his door. His gaze flashed up and he realized that it wasn't his official door that was being knocked on. But the one he shared with Dean's room. Sam took a moment and gathered his thoughts, trying his best to clear his breaking heart from his face. He took a deep breath and unlocked his side of their shared door.

Dean was still as heart stopping and beautiful as he'd been the day before. The dark blonde hair was spiked and fixed to perfection. The straight aquiline nose was still set perfectly between two eyes the color of forest moss and he was smiling. Which Sam had not expected.

The shorter man immediately stepped into the room with a tray of food. The smell that followed Dean made Sam's heart flip-flop inside his chest. He almost missed Dean's comment.

"Thought you might be hungry." He said easily, setting the tray down on the desk near the mirror. Dean was wearing a button up black shirt and a pair of dark wash Levis that hugged his long legs in all the right places as he leaned over to stoke the dying fire. "Need anymore wood?" He finally looked up long enough to read the lost and broken look in Sam's eyes as he stared quietly at the food. "Sammy? What's wrong?"

Sam let his gaze drop to the plush carpet and sighed before sinking down onto the mussed bedding. "My flight's been cancelled. I don't think I'm going to make it home for Christmas." He could hear the resignation in his own voice and that just made him want to crawl under the covers and stay there.

Dean pulled his plump lower lip between his teeth and debated how to handle this version of Sam. He wanted to go over and pull the taller puppy-dog like man into his arms and make him forget about the cancelled flights. But somehow he thought that maybe the forlorn traveller might not appreciate that at this particular moment. He swallowed and tossed another log on the fire. Dean stayed still and silent as he waited for Sam to say whatever it was he was so obviously itching to say.

"Did I tell you I have a son?" Sam asked softly. He didn't generally bring Adam up in conversation. But he really wanted this man to understand his reservations. He lifted his guarded ocean colored gaze and looked over at Dean through the fringe of his bangs, the hair obscuring his emotional almond shaped eyes.

There was slight stiffening to the other man's back, but he didn't move from where he was stoking the fire. "Not specifically, no." Sam has a kid? Dean actually really liked children. He'd just never been around them all that much and he wasn't all that sure they would even like him.

There was a slow inhalation of air and Sam moved toward Dean without thinking. He squatted down next to the silent man and quickly settled into a seated position on the carpet, staring at the fire as it started licking at the newest log in a frenzied manner that Sam understood all too well. His gaze flickered over to Dean. The light was playing off his tanned face and Sam was surprised to find freckles sprinkled across the bridge of Dean's nose.

"Yeah, I have an eight year old boy. His name is Adam. I promised him that he would never spend Christmas alone. Not after…" Sam's voice caught and he swallowed the lump of emotion building in his throat. Even after all these years he still got choked up when he mentioned Jessica.

Dean sank down, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his knee barely touching Sam's and finally looked over at Sam. "After what?" He probed quietly. He knew that he should just gather his things and get the hell out of this hotel…if not the entire state. He was already too interested in Sam. And seeing that look on the man's perfect face, just made Dean want to wipe it away and replace it with a more sensual expression. His fingers were nearly aching with a need to caress Sam's perfectly sculpted chest. Dean's picture perfect memory was throwing images at him faster than he could diffuse them.

Sam shrugged. "After Jess died." He answered flatly.

There was a moment of silence before Dean questioned further. "Your wife?" A part of him had a hard time asking that question. If Sam had had a wife, then what the hell had he been doing kissing Dean like that last night?

Sam knew what Dean must have been thinking. He glanced over at the other man and was disconcerted by the complete lack of emotions on his handsome face. No one should have that kind of control over his or her expressions. Sam thought with awe. He sighed and shook his head. "Yes, Jessica was my wife. And no, I don't regret kissing you and no it wasn't just the alcohol that made me do it." He turned so he could look Dean full in the face. "I wanted to kiss you, Dean." He gulped. "I wanted to do a lot more, but I didn't think I could stop with one night and I can't have a relationship. Not right now…and certainly not with—"

It took all of two seconds for Dean to grasp where this was headed and he felt his heart clench in disappointment. He kept his face schooled in a neutral position and simply shrugged as he interrupted Sam's confession. "A man?" He asked blatantly.

"It's not what you think, Dean." Sam quickly defended.

"And what do I think?" The blonde asked resolutely as he raised an elegant eyebrow in curiosity.

Sam groaned. "That I'm hiding in the closet or something."

Dean snorted and shook his head, shooting back a flippant comment. "I'm not thinking anything, Sammy." But there was a hint of something playing behind his flashing green eyes that told Sam he was being fed a line of crap.

"Well then you're thinking nothing so loudly I couldn't miss it if I was deaf." Sam shot back immediately. He'd never been around someone that could raise his temper, in more ways than one, as quickly as Dean could.

Dean felt himself start to respond, shook his head and shoved himself to his feet before starting toward the door. "I've got other fires to see to." He gestured toward the breakfast he'd brought in. "Enjoy the food. Cook said it's a veritable feast." His long fingers wrapped themselves around the handle to open the door and Sam nearly screamed his frustration. He didn't want Dean leaving thinking that their kiss had been a mistake. It hadn't. Well, it had, but not in the way Dean was thinking.

"That's it?! You're just gonna run away from this?" Sam didn't why he was being so bold. Or why watching Dean leave his room in anger felt like a failure on par with missing Christmas. His heart was now racing as he sprang to his feet and charged toward the surprised man now staring at him in confusion.

Dean's green eyes narrowed and darkened as he turned to look Sam straight in the face. "Run away? From what, Sammy? A kiss?"

"Yes! Run away. What the hell happened to damage you like this? I like you. I liked kissing you. I just can't get involved." Sam continued as he tried desperately to explain the turbulent emotions ruining his Ivy League education's conversational skills.

Dean's eyebrows cut down and he thinned his lips in response. "I've got news for you, Sam…not my first kiss." He smiled and directed the next comment with the intention of hurting Sam. "Not even my first kiss yesterday." It wasn't true. Dean hadn't felt the need to kiss anyone in a very long time and he couldn't have stopped himself from touching Sam yesterday even if he'd wanted to…which he didn't.

That stopped Sam and he stared at Dean's smug expression, incredulous. "Excuse me?" He ground past clenched teeth.

Dean shrugged dismissively and felt his heart break a little bit more as he threw napalm on his burning bridge. He was definitely feeling whatever this was between them. But he didn't want to be caught with his feelings out in the open, so he did was he always did…he deflected. "I was bored Sam. I wanted some entertainment for the night and you seemed willing. So…that's all it was. You don't need to get all twisted up about it. It was just a kiss." Dean finished as he pulled the door open and left Sam staring after him in dumbfounded silence.

Just a kiss? Entertainment? You were bored?! Sam's mind repeated the painful words in dolby digital sound inside his skull as he stared at the closed door. He swallowed his anger and his hurt and turned toward his suitcase. It was still mostly packed and he made a decision right then and there he was getting the hell outta Jackson Hole. There was no way that he was spending another night under the same roof as Dean…what the hell is that guy's last name? He thought angrily as he folded up his things and carefully stuffed them back into the designer bag.

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Dean leaned against the wall outside Sam's door. He was hoping that Sam would see through his bullshit and haul him back inside the room to discuss what was happening between them. But as the seconds turned into minutes, he knew that that wasn't likely to happen. He'd offended Sam and he'd done it on purpose. And that knowledge hurt in ways that he knew he'd pay for later…or his liver would.

He swallowed the lump of emotions and moved to his own room. He'd already told Jack that he'd be leaving soon and gotten his pay for the work he'd done, less the cost of the room and food. But it was enough to get him out of Wyoming and away from Sam. He'd looked at the news and while the planes were grounded, he was pretty sure with the chains in his trunk, his Impala could plow through whatever snow the huge machines had missed. Dean took a deep breath and grabbed his green duffle bag and threw his meager belongings inside. He didn't bother to fold them or place them in any semblance of order. What was the point? He'd be pulling them out in a few days anyways and probably while sleeping in the backseat of the Impala.

He just about to grab his keys when there was a rapid knock on his door. "Dean, I know you're in there and we need to talk." Sam's voice broke the silence and Dean sighed as he shook his head and moved to open the door.

"Sam." He said as he opened it and leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded. Sam was standing there in an expensive dress shirt and dark wash jeans. He looked extremely irritated. The other man ignored him and walked right into his room without waiting to be invited. Dean rolled his eyes. "Come right in."

He moved and shut the door. Before he could even turn around Sam's hands had spun him toward the room and he was shoving Dean against the wall. His lips were everywhere in the space of a moment. Sam's hands wrapped around Dean's face and he tilted it up, attacking the luscious lips he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since last night. He gained the upper hand and thrust his tongue inside Sam's mouth in a kiss that left the other man feeling senseless. A moan worked its way out of Dean's chest and he couldn't stop his hands from wrapping around Sam's waist and pulling him closer.

Their bodies were pressed against one another in a heated exchange that they both had no intention of denying. The blood was racing through Dean and he was having a difficult time keeping his weakening knees beneath him. Sam turned him and started walking them backward, his lips never Dean's. The edge of the bed hit just the right spot for Dean's legs to collapse onto the bed and he found his lips ripped from Sam's as he sank to his butt on the low bed.

There was a brief moment where he looked up at Sam and saw the raw need plastered on the tall man's face. He sank down to his knees and pushed forward between Dean's legs to reclaim his mouth. The tingle of pulse-pounding thrills that were racing through his body was completely new Dean. He'd had sex. Actually, he'd had a lot of sex, but he'd never felt vulnerable before. Like he was being worshiped and was something special to be savored and enjoyed. Not used and then thrown away when the act was finished. It was undoing all his defenses…one by one.

He let his hands drift and they swept down along Sam's strong shoulders and around across his powerful back and finally landed in the other man's silky soft hair. Another groan, this time from Sam, broke the silence. "Oh god…"

Dean finally managed to gain enough semblance of control to lean back enough to see Sam's face. The blue-green irises were blown wide with need and his face was lax and boyish in the early morning light. "Are you sure, Sammy?" He asked huskily. Please say yes…oh my god Sam…please whatever you do…say yes.

A small smile appeared and the deep dimples that popped out took Dean back and simply stared. Sam might be the most beautiful thing that Dean had ever seen. Not just men…but women too. He was breathtaking,

"You're going to make me self-conscious if you keep staring at me like that." Sam finally managed. His own voice was just as husky as Dean's. "And yes, I'm sure."

Dean shook his head. "But I was an asshat in there." He argued.

Sam nodded. "You were definitely an asshat." He leaned in and whispered in Dean's ear. "But it's a good thing I don't care at the moment." The soft warm air that drifted past his ear and brushed across the nape of his neck sent a shiver through Dean.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He said softly. His green eyes searching for Sam's and praying that he believed what Dean was saying.

Sam didn't answer him; he simply leaned in and placed a kiss on Dean's lips. And then he did something that Dean had not expected. He stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the other man sitting on the bed in utter confusion.

TBC…

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