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.

Rated T.

Don't like? Don't read it. SLASH M/M relationship!

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, all grammatical errors are my own.

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Chapter Seven

Ambushed

Dean stared out at the snowy black night as the car rumbled over the ice covered freeway. He'd been driving for about ten hours and he was starting to get tired. He had a destination in mind and he figured that they'd better make it at least far if he wanted get Sam home before Christmas. He swallowed his reaction to the idea of dropping Sam off to his picture perfect life, while Dean drove like hell for the border of the windy city. His father wouldn't stand for him crossing back into Chicago for any reason other than to see him and Dean had no intention of doing that.

Dean would not be crossing paths with that man. Not if he wanted to keep his sexy skin in tact. He squinted into the dark, his lights were bouncing off the road and there was a slight snore emanating from the passenger seat. Dean's eyes slid sideways and his eyebrows cut down at the unsettled feeling in his stomach. He didn't want things with Sam to end the way they were likely to. Normally the whole, no strings attached thing worked perfectly for him. But with Sam? It didn't.

He wanted so much more than just one night. Or two. Or three. He looked over and noticed that the Sam's head was kinked to the side and Dean knew from experience that he would be hurting when he woke up.

He reached over and carefully lifted Sam's head into a more neutral position. He never woke, he simply sighed in his sleep and pressed his face against Dean's palm.

What the hell am I doing? Dean asked himself when his fingers ghosted over Sam's cheek and along his strong jaw. Sam was a dangerous person for Dean. Mostly because he wanted something more from the man and that wasn't something that Dean was used to. He'd spent his life perfecting the art of walking away. But there was a tiny little spark of fear in the depths of his mind that told him it would be more difficult with this man. And that was precisely why he needed to do it.

The last relationship that he'd had didn't end all that well. In fact that was the other reason he shouldn't return to Chicago. He was pretty sure Carmen's father hadn't forgiven him for breaking his little girl's heart. She had been beautiful and they'd had a great time together, but it hadn't been anything more than that for him. Apparently for her…and Dean's father, it had been a match made in heaven.

He sighed and felt the burn of exhaustion behind his eyes. He'd need to find a place to stop for the night if he wanted to keep the car out of the ditch tomorrow. Dean drove for another hour before a turn off with a cheap motel came along. He steered the car down the off ramp and toward the Flat Plains Motel. It looked small and certainly wouldn't be up to Sam's standards, but it had the 'vacancy' sign on and Dean was fighting just to keep his eyes focused.

Sam finally felt the change in the car's momentum. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes as he looked out the window and squinted at the tiny motel. "Where are we?" He asked in a sleep-laved voice that sent little tingles up and down Dean's spine.

"Motel. I gotta sleep, man." He looked over at the lawyer. "Sorry it's not the Ritz." It came out with more of an edge than he'd intended and he felt bad when he watched Sam visibly stiffen at the comment.

"I didn't expect it to be." Sam said quietly. What exactly did Dean think of him? He cleared his throat and quickly climbed from the car before Dean could turn it off. He headed straight into the small manager's office, pulling his coat tighter around his slim frame. A bell chimed overhead and he looked up and rolled his eyes when he saw mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

"Need a room?" A man that appeared to be close to eighty ambled around the corner of the office. Sam could hear the television playing in the background, some old rerun, though he couldn't tell which one.

"Two if you have them." Sam inquired.

The man's eyes twinkled and he shook his head. "Sorry, buddy. I got one room left and that's it."

Perfect. Sam thought with frustration. "Okay, does it have two beds?" Please tell me it has two beds. Please…

"One king bed." The man said without missing a beat. "Still want it? I'd love to turn off the vacancy sign and focus on old Bing Crosby movies." There was a smile in the old man's voice that prevented Sam from taking his irritation with the situation out on him.

Sam glanced out at Dean, he was digging around in the trunk of the car so he made a decision. "I'll take it."

Dean slammed the trunk after he'd hauled his green duffle and Sam's suitcase out, taking them toward the office. Sam stepped out to meet him. "Only one room. You're going to have to put up with me for another night. Sorry." The way he said it made Dean's skin crawl in regret. He hadn't meant to make Sam feel that he didn't want to be in the same room with him. He was just scared and he wasn't ashamed to think it. Say it, yes. But not think it.

"Two beds I assume?" He hazarded.

Sam shook his head and reached out for his bag before walking toward room seven.

Dean glanced up at the heavens. What did I ever do to you? He wondered silently as he slowly followed Sam to their room.

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Sam stopped when he stepped into the room, his eyes blowing wide in shock. There were hearts and Christmas trees everywhere. His gaze flashed to the desk and there in a heart shaped basket, was a bottle of wine and a 'congratulations' to the newlyweds card. Dean walked right into his back when Sam didn't immediately walk into the room.

"Keep it moving, Sam." He growled tiredly. It was cold as hell outside and he was tired of feeling his fingers throb with exposure.

Sam shook his head and took another step into the room. He knew the exact moment when Dean saw what he'd seen. There was a slow intake of breath and a moment of silence before…

"Fuck?! Seriously?" Dean ground out between his teeth. His eyes were whirling around the room in shock.

Sam spun around. "I swear I didn't know."

"I don't think you did this on purpose Sam." He exhaled in surprise and finally dropped his bag into the chair. "You didn't know where I was stopping tonight. Besides, it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed." He finished with tired resignation.

The way he said it was so sterile and unromantic that Sam wondered if he'd made up the reaction he'd seen in Dean when they'd been together earlier. "Glad to know it." He answered sourly before heading into the bathroom and quickly shutting Dean out.

Sam needed a few moments to himself. He sank down onto the side of the bathtub, letting his elbows rest on his knees. He pulled his cell phone out and quickly dialed Adam's number.

"Dad?" Came the hesitant answer. "Are you coming home?" There was a hint of broken expectations in the boy's voice and Sam felt his heart twist painfully.

"Hey'ya buddy. Yeah, yeah I'm on my way. How're you doing?" He listened as his son explained about his day. Ellen had taken him ice skating and he'd also been to see a movie, which he loved.

"Hurry home, dad." Adam said as they ended their conversation. "Love you."

There was a pricking sensation at the corners of his eyes as Sam reached up and wiped at his face. "Love you too, kiddo."

Sam hung up and swallowed his emotions before stepping back out into the main room. Dean was lounging on the bed, his boots kicked off and some old movie on the ancient television. "Bathroom's all yours." He said as he moved toward the unoccupied side of the bed.

Dean managed a friendly smile and nodded. "Is your son doing okay?"

Sam's eyes flashed up. He hadn't expected any sort of concern from Dean about his only child. The man continued to confound him. Every time that Sam thought he might have Dean figured out, the man did something to confuse his assessment. "Adam's okay. He wants me come home."

Longing passed over Dean's face before he threw his mask in place. "We'll get you there. I promise." He hauled himself up off the bed and grabbed his duffle bag before heading into the bathroom.

Sam watched him disappear into the room and only when he heard the shower turn on did he call Meg back.

She answered right before her phone would have kicked the call over to voice mail. "About time you called me back, honey. I was worried about you." She was pouring it on thick and they both knew it. But she didn't let on that she was upset about Dean answering the phone earlier, so he didn't bring it up.

"Meg, uh…how're things in the office?" He wasn't as happy about making this phone call as he knew he should be. Things had always been lukewarm for him where Meg was concerned. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty or that she wouldn't make a good match for him, but he didn't feel the same spark with her that he had with Jessica…or Dean.

"Things couldn't be better. The entire firm is poised for the merger and our more personal merger." She added with a giggle. "Are you going to make it home for Christmas then?" There was hope there and a hint of expectation. Sam frowned and his eyes slid toward the man that was currently naked in the heart shaped shower. He wanted to be in there more than anything, with Dean, but instead he was going to make his sudo-girlfriend feel better about their farce of a relationship.

"I should be, yes." The water shut off and Sam rushed to get off the phone. "Uh, Meg I'll call you if anything changes."

"Oh all right…love you." She added and he internally cringed.

The bathroom door opened and he bit his lip between his teeth before quietly answering. "Love you too."

"I'll see you tomorrow then, babe." She cooed before hanging up.

"Bye…" Sam replied.

"That the fiancé?" Dean asked flatly from where he was standing in the now open doorway of the bathroom.

Sam choked down his regret that Dean had overheard any of that. He lifted his eyes and his breath caught in his throat. Dean was toweling off his hair, wearing nothing but a towel. The water was still dripping down his perfectly formed abs and disappearing into the fluffy top of the white towel. The thin line of hair that started near his navel and also dipped beneath the top of the material had Sam struggling to find words to respond. Dean had perfectly rounded shoulders that tapered down into shapely arms and hands that he longed to have running over his body. He wanted to see the ecstasy on Dean's face as he licked the shimmering lines of water from his perky little nipples.

The more he stared, the harder he got and eventually he couldn't help but shift to alleviate the constant and somewhat painful pressure of his own erection. "Uh…that was Meg. I figured I'd better call her back." He stammered.

Dean nodded and walked to his other bag, pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt. "Probably a good idea. Women get pissed about stuff like that."

"Stuff like what?" Sam asked innocently as he hurried to cross his legs and hide his reaction to Dean's current state of undress.

He snorted at Sam's naïve response. "Ignoring them. Not calling them back. Calling them by the wrong name. Just to name a few." He let a sexy little grin pull at the edges of his cupid-bow lips. "Trust me, I've used them all."

That got his attention in a major way. "Really…" Sam took a moment to consider what this would do to him if it were Dean getting phone calls from fiances and then tossed caution to the wind and stood up, closing the distance between them in two long steps.

He didn't give Dean a chance to move away before he was grabbing his face and mashing his lips against Dean's in a desperate kiss. He moaned this needy little sound that had Dean groaning in response and sliding his fingers into Sam's silky soft hair. He didn't know who got who to open their mouth, but very quickly their tongues were tangling for control. He dropped his hands to the small of Dean's back and splayed his fingers wide over the warm skin as he pulled the shorter man against him.

There was no tension in him as Sam continued to send tiny shocks of pleasure through his body. Dean hummed in appreciation and Sam finally pulled back long enough to look into Dean's seductively dark green eyes. They were blown wide in need as he looked up at Sam in a hooded gaze that sent Sam's heart racing.

"Is this okay?" Sam asked in a husky voice. His fingers remaining around Dean's waist as he waited for the other man to deny him this.

Dean swallowed his body's automatic response to Sam's close proximity and the desire that was clouding his better judgment. He finally managed a smile. "Just the sex?"

Sam's eyebrows cut down in answer. "No. Not just the sex…me…and you? Is that…okay?"

"What about your fiancé?" Dean asked around the lump in his throat.

"I'll deal with that." He answered softly. His voice was throaty and deep as he swallowed the rising emotions and stared down in suddenly vulnerable green eyes.

Dean reached up and placed Sam's face between his two hands, staring deep into Sam's ocean colored eyes. "Can we leave that until we have to deal with it? Until then, we can just do this…" He pulled Sam's lips to his and couldn't stop the sensual keen that emanated from somewhere in his chest when the taller man's fingers pulled the towel from its precarious position around his hips.

Sam's breath caught in his throat at the feeling of Dean's naked body pressing all along the length of his body. And his hands had free access to the man's sinful skin, which Sam took full advantage of. He dropped to his knees in front of the naked man and trailed his tongue down the taunt skin, leaving goose bumps in the warm wet wake of his tongue. He blew on the skin and Dean keened in response, his head dropping back and his hips popping forward uncontrollably.

Sam smiled then ran his teeth over the muscles of Dean's abdomen, before standing back up to reclaim the plump lips in a needy kiss.

"Oh god…I'll give you all night to stop that." Dean moaned as Sam's fingers started to knead at the base of his spine and then slipped lower to brush over the dimples above his buttocks and then dropping to finally cup the perfectly rounded muscles of his butt.

Sam smiled against his lips and pulled Dean toward the bed with every intention of ravaging him before they fell into bed for a few hours. He would deal with his problems over the next few days, but between now and then, he could continue to worship Dean's body.

"I thought you were exhausted?" Sam said with a grin as he slowly removed his shirt and sidled forward and straddled Dean's legs. He was smiling when he saw the mischievous grin break up Dean's sultry smoldering gaze.

Dean sat up and pulled Sam down on top of him. "Not too tired for this." He reached down and palmed Sam through his jeans causing the other man to groan in anticipation.

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The light was barely breaking the horizon as Dean rolled over and inhaled the scent that was uniquely Sam. There was a twinge of regret as he stared at the sleeping man next to him. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair that had fallen across the bridge of Sam's nose. He murmured something that Dean didn't quite catch…at least he thought that he must have heard it wrong, because it sounded a lot like…love you…and that couldn't be right. He must be thinking about that girlfriend of his, since he'd definitely told her the night before that he loved her. And that hurt...more than it should.

His heart shuddered at the thought of what was happening between them and it made him ache in ways that he wasn't able to quantify…and that scared him. No, that's not entirely true. It terrified him. He was falling in love with this exacerbating man that made his knees weak and he wasn't sure that that was a good thing. They came from two different worlds. Worlds that couldn't exist in the same hemisphere let alone the same city.

He licked his lips and pulled his hand back and tucked it beneath himself before he pushed himself to the edge of the bed. He let his legs dangle for a moment and then shoved to his feet and searched for his boxer-briefs and then his jeans. He slid his long legs in and fastened the button as they settled on his lean hips.

Dean took a deep breath and shoved down his growing feelings for Sam in an effort to stop their exponential expansion. As long he was the only one that was going to get his heart broken at the end of this trip…his gaze drifted back to the slumbering form in the bed and he sighed. Sam had a life to go back to. A child that clearly adored him and a new…wife? One more night, that was all he was going to get with Sam Wesson before he went back to his perfect life and Dean drifted on out of town.

TBC…

Author's Note: Merry Christmas! Thank you for the reviews and I hope that the late post works for everyone.

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