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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 Five

Twist of Fate

It took a few moments for Dean's brain to kick in and he scrambled to his feet and followed Sam. The man was putting his coat on and placing the room key on the dresser near the window. Dean's brain spasmed into panic mode. Sam is leaving? But the I thought the planes were all grounded.

"You get a flight?" He asked as casually as he could muster despite his racing heart. He couldn't imagine watching Sam walk out of his life forever. And that's what it would be if the man was leaving at this very moment.

Sam turned and smiled. "I'm going to rent a car and drive."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't considered that Sam would simply rent a care and drive out of his life. Son of a bitch... "But it's like two thousand miles." He said with a hint of the shock he couldn't hide at the moment.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "And?" He was staring directly at Dean and he could feel the little butterflies in his stomach fluttering around in chaos.

"And that's a hell of a drive." Dean shot back with a gesture of his hands that had Sam smiling despite his current feelings.

Sam looked at the floor and finally sighed. He knew that it was a long drive, but it had become his only option if he wanted to be there Christmas morning. "I know." He answered softly. He needed to do this and it sucked, he actually hated to drive long distances. Oh, he didn't mind being driven, but to drive the entire time? No, he didn't enjoy that at all.

Dean shook his head and an idea occurred to him that twenty-four hours ago he never would have entertained. If he was in and out, then maybe he could slide in under the radar in Chicago. If no one saw him, then he should be fine, right? Part of him was still shocked that Sam hadn't recognized him…shocked and pleased. "I could take you." Dean offered quietly.

Sam's gaze shot up and met his in a stony silence. He was looking for the reason why Dean was offering this. "You don't need to do that, Dean." Sam said softly. He wanted to make sure that the man knew he had an out. But he really hoped he didn't take it. Because having that much time in car would allow Sam to get to know Dean better and he desperately wanted that...to know Dean.

There was something veiled in those green depths when he stepped forward and pulled Sam's face toward his. "I want to." He answered simply before he was kissing Sam. This kiss wasn't like the others, the need was still there but now it was tempered by longing and a hint of fear.

Dean had closed the door when he'd walked into Sam's room and as he slid his hands up and knocked Sam's coat off his shoulders, he was grateful he'd done that. Because their combined passion was soon overtaking what had started as a sweet kiss. Dean's palms slid over Sam's lower back and he almost groaned when he finally let them drop to the man's pert little ass. He pulled Sam against him and they were both immediately aware of the want that kept popping up.

He almost laughed at the thought of things popping up when they were in the same room, but Sam's hands slipped beneath his shirt and ran along the ridge of his stomach stealing his ability to think. It was Dean's turn to steer them toward the bed this time. He pushed until Sam toppled backwards onto the mattress with a laugh when their lips were ripped apart and there was a low groan from Dean at the loss of contact.

Sam was leaning back on his elbows and watching as Dean struggled out of his leather jacket, throwing it into a heap on the floor. He stepped toward Sam and then just stopped, staring. Sam felt his eyes dart away from the heat smoldering in those green eyes as Dean finally stepped forward and started carefully undoing the buttons on Sam's shirt. His rough palms dragged across the sensitive skin and Sam shuddered in pleasure.

Dean couldn't keep his lips off the pliant man beneath him, but he wanted to get these clothes off before either of them found another reason to walk out of the room. When he was finally able to open the shirt, revealing taunt glistening muscles, his breath caught in his throat. He trailed his fingers over the quivering skin and bit at his lower lip in appreciation.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Dean asked in a husky lust-drenched voice. His fingers were gently caressing Sam's sides and he missed the shocked expression on Sam's face at the comment. The taller man shifted beneath his ministrations and Dean finally looked up, his eyes landing on the wide eyes of the man he was leaning over. The expression on Sam's face was one that Dean would never forget…blissful.

"The feelings mutual." Sam managed around his waning attention as Dean's fingers slipped beneath his belt and ran along the lower muscles of his abdomen. There was a flutter there that reminded Sam of his evil little butterflies.

Dean was enjoying watching Sam squirm with anticipation beneath him, but he was also feeling a need to see what was beneath these ridiculously expensive pants. He pulled his fingers back to the belt and unbuckled it, making a show of slipping it apart. Sam simply watched him as Dean slowly unbuttoned the pants and then pulled the zipper down. The blue of his boxer-briefs was now the only thing between him and Dean as the other man gently pulled the sides of his pants apart and slipped them down his lean hips.

It hadn't occurred to Dean that he was still completely clothed while Sam was rapidly approaching naked. But the lawyer was certainly aware of their differing states of dress. He reached up and shoved Dean's t-shirt up his chest. There was a moment of appreciation as he stared at the contours of Dean's sculpted chest. He may not spend time in the gym, but that hadn't stopped him from building a body that was a master piece in its own right.

"Off." He commanded simply. Dean raised an eyebrow at that, but then he shrugged and lifted his arms. Sam immediately sat up and pushed the shirt up until it was caught on Dean's nose and then he leaned in and kissed the blinded man.

There was a rush of air as Dean accepted the kiss with a tiny little moan of shock. He felt his bottom lip being pulled gently between Sam's teeth and the scrape of fingernails along the hard plains of his back. And now he was he literally straddling Sam he could feel just how interested Sam was. That caused a shiver if excitement and a new groan of desire to make it's way up from his chest.

Sam laughed against his lips. "I know the feeling." And with that Sam leaned back and allowed Dean to work his shirt over his head and toss it next to his jacket. He quickly worked to slide Sam's pants from his body and hurried to do the same for himself before he again moved back to the bed.

Clad in nothing by their underwear they continued to explore and learn about one another's bodies. It was almost sweet how much time they each took before slipping beneath the elastic of the underwear and gaining a whole new appreciation for the man lying next to them.

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Sam was staring at the ceiling, his fingers running in lazy lines up and down Dean's back as the other man slept. His thoughts were everywhere and he felt satisfied in ways that he never had…not even with Jessica. Something about Dean seemed to fill that tiny little space in the corner of his heart that had always remained empty. Sam had never believed in love at first sight, but there was something between him and Dean that went well beyond a simple tumble in bed.

And that led to what was keeping him awake. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Dean that he couldn't have a relationship. He was supposed to propose to Meg Masters when he got back. He knew it, she knew it…hell the entire office was expecting him to do it. Their marriage would allow the two largest firms in Chicago to merge and they'd be unstoppable. The future of the company rested on his shoulders and he was feeling the weight.

That was part of the reason he'd left town to close this deal. He needed some time to think. Dating Meg had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now? His gaze drifted down when Dean hummed happily in his sleep and snuggled more deeply into the hollow of Sam's arm. How the hell was he supposed to tell Dean about this?

Ghosts of the feelings and the explosion of pleasure that had culminated their early morning antics were clouding his thoughts. He changed his finger's direction and started to softly trace along the shoulder blades and then he let his hand trail lower still, landing in the small of Dean's perfect back. The slightly rounded mound beneath the blankets was a not so subtle reminder of the man's perfect ass. Sam had found himself as distracted by that ass as he had been by Dean himself. Sam frowned. He was mooning over a man he was still lying in bed with…granted he was supposed to marry someone else as soon as he got back home, but at this moment? All he could think of were Dean's lips and the wet hot heat of his mouth and the way that he knew every sensitive place on Sam's body simply through instinct. Sex with Meg was just that...it was sex. He supposed it had been pleasant enough, but it didn't compare what he'd just shared with Dean and he wanted more of that. Hell, he'd spend the rest of his life having mind blowing sex with this man if he could. But that wasn't going to happen and now he knew what he'd be missing and that...well, it just fucking sucked.

He'd tried to keep this from happening. Sam had known that it wasn't fair to Dean and now he'd gone and slept with the man. Okay, so that wasn't exactly what had happened. Sam hadn't just had sex with Dean…he made love to him and he knew that Dean must be feeling exactly the same way. Normally the first time that you sleep with someone, it's all about instant gratification, it's not about learning the intricate dips and contours of their body. Or the way different spots cause different moans or gasps of pleasure in response.

Sam reached up and pinched at the bridge of his nose in frustration at the situation he now found himself in. He owed Dean an explanation, but he'd already seen what happens when Dean starts making inferences about situations he doesn't fully understand. If Sam told him now? He might understand, or Dean might pull into himself and throw up that strange wall of his. Sam was pretty sure that either way Dean would still take him to Chicago, but one trip would be infinitely more fun…for both of them. No, I'll wait and tell him when we get closer. He already said he couldn't stay in the area, so it shouldn't really matter by then.

TBC…

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