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. Light on the SLASH action, but it is there. Rated T.

NOTE: If you read my other Supernatural stories (which are NOT slash) or Hawaii Five-0 stories and do not read SLASH, please stop reading now…you have been warned.

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 11

Realizations

"Dean Winchester." The low growl of his father-in-law's voice rumbled through the room. "Been a long time, son." Charles Ancelle stepped into the darkened room. The air was stagnant and chilly, or it could have been his lack of a coat. The goons that Charles had sent had taken his leather jacket…assholes. And the pressure inside the room was so thick it seemed to be shoving Dean down. Or maybe it was his mood, he wasn't sure.

He chose to remain silent rather than give the bastard the satisfaction of a response. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to this man, none of which would bode well for his health. He might be technically married to the man's daughter, but that wouldn't save him from Charles Ancelle's goons. The last time that had happened he had spent three weeks convalescing from the broken ribs. Not a good time.

"So silent, Dean. If you'd been this silent twelve years ago we wouldn't be in this predicament, now would we." He strode across the floor, the heels of his boots clicking on the expensive marble flooring. With a detachment that spoke of years dealing with the underbelly of the city of Chicago, Ancelle watched Dean and Dean watched him.

" I didn't want to interrupt your big bad guy speech. I remember how much you hated that." The snarky comment got him cuffed up side the head and he ground his teeth together in irritation. He rolled his gaze over to the large black man standing next to him. The man stared back with dark, slightly crazy eyes and that bad feeling slithered up out of his gut again. This really isn't my day. He thought silently. "Really Gordon." Dean groused in a low voice. "That the best you got? You used to be a lot better at this."

The deep brown eyes of the other man darkened and he started forward before Charles raised his hand to stop his man from pummeling Dean's face in. A fact for which Dean was immensely grateful, he'd seen what this man was capable of and he didn't want to end up on the wrong side of Gordon's knife. The psycho fancied himself an artist and that never boded well for those that found themselves as his canvas.

"Keep talking Winchester." The gravelly sound of the threat made his skin crawl and had him remaining silent once again.

Dean's green gaze flickered over to Charles. "So what's the plan here Charles? You can't kill me. You're the mayor, people wouldn't like it if their mayor killed his own son in law." He shrugged. "It's not very mayory."

Charles smiled, but there was no warmth in that tight lipped smile. He shook his head. "No, Dean. I'm not going to kill you. But I don't have to save you either."

That got Dean's attention. "What?" He was well and truly confused.

"I've sheltered you from them for long enough and now I don't feel the need to do that. So this is where you and I part company." He started walking away and Dean felt his fear rise and block his throat.

"What are you talking about?" He managed.

"You've made enemies Dean." He leaned in grabbed Dean's chin tipping it up so he had a better view. "I've stepped between them and you for too long. But no more, kiddo. You broke Carmen's heart when you left and now they can have you."

Dean felt something akin to guilt as he watched the retreating back of the man that plucked him off the streets and given him a job. There was a time when Dean would have done anything for that man's approval. But things had changed when Dean had moved up through the rank and file of Charles's men. He learned what was really happening in the organization…and then he'd become more involved.

The cold air brushed along his skin and he shivered. Gordon smiled as he stepped closer to Dean's immobilized body. He leaned down and let his fingers sift through the soft blonde hair before leaning closer. "They're going to make you wish you were dead." He whispered.

In a moment of lost control, Dean swung his head to the side and ignored the flash of pain as his forehead smashed into Gordon's unprotected nose. The sickening crack of his nose echoed through the small room.

"You son of a bitch!" Gordon ground out past the pain and the blood. He surged to his full height before slamming his palm into Dean's chest.

The air whooshed out of the seated man and the momentum caused the chair to topple over backwards. Pain shot through Dean as his arms were pinned beneath the back of the chair and his head collided painfully with the cement floor. The sudden burst of white colliding stars momentarily stole his eyesight as bit the inside of his cheek.

"That was a very stupid thing to do, Dean." Gordon said before he flipped off the lights and plunged Dean into darkness.

He groaned as the air whistled through his nose and he finally started breathing again. The severity of his situation was not lost on him as the cold seeped into his bones. No one knew where he was and the ones that were about to find out? Well, to say that they wanted him dead was a bit of an understatement. How had he let it get this point…a pair of blue-green eyes, framed by longer than necessary sable locks flashed before him. Sam…

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Sam stared out at the softly falling snow. A fire crackled happily in the stone fireplace and the twinkling lights of the season were filling the atmosphere with colorful joy. But he didn't feel that way. Meg had headed home after a quick dinner and some dessert, she had an early day. Adam had had so much excitement that he'd fallen asleep while they watched 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' for the fourth time. Ellen had gone home to her own family once Sam was back and everything seemed to be in order…which left only Sam and his rambling thoughts.

There had been something off about Dean's decision to come back to Chicago. He hadn't seemed at all happy about the prospect, although the fact that he had a wife here should have made it an easy decision. Yet Sam hadn't gotten that impression. In fact he was pretty sure that Dean had been scared to come back to the city.

He took a sip of the rum-laced eggnog and swallowed the lump that had threatened to choke him when it occurred to him that he might never see Dean again. In one moment he'd managed to obliterate his chances at being happy again. Not since Jessica had Sam felt this kind of connection with someone else. Part of him had thought that that would fade once Dean's delicious body and ridiculously handsome face were no longer in front of him. No such luck, Wesson. He thought ruefully.

"Daddy?" Adam's sleepy words pulled him out of his musings and he turned to see his son wiping at tired blue eyes. His footy pajamas, still a little big for him, scuffed across the hardwood floor as he moved to climb onto Sam's lap.

"Hey, kiddo. What're you doing up?" Sam asked as he lifted the child up and wrapped him in a hug.

A huge yawn escaped Adam before he laid his head on his father's chest. "I couldn't sleep."

"Too many new toys to play with?" Sam's dimples deepened as he smiled down at the blonde haired child. Adam reminded him everyday of Jessica and Sam was grateful for it. He could so easily have lost everything when she died, but they'd been lucky enough to have this bundle of energy and joy.

Adam turned huge blue eyes up at him and shook his head. "No, I was worried about Dean." He said with a small shrug of his shoulders.

Pain ghosted over Sam's face before he schooled his expression into one of genuine concern. "Why are you worrying about Dean? He had to go see his own family on Christmas, buddy. It wouldn't be very nice if we kept him all of Christmas Day, now would it?"

A very adult expression caused Adam's lips to thin into a straight line and he turned so he could see his father better. "But dad, Dean said he didn't have a family to spend Christmas with. He was going to be alone. That's a pretty bad Christmas."

Wisdom that no child should have slapped Sam across the face. He sat back and stared down at his son. He'd known that Dean didn't have anywhere else to go and yet he'd essentially kicked him out of his house that afternoon. The regret was two-fold now, not only had he lost a potentially important relationship, but he'd also hurt someone he'd come to care for. Why it had taken Adam to point it out he had no idea.

"Yeah, that's a really bad Christmas." Sam muttered softly.

"Do you think you could find him? Maybe he can come over for New Years? That way he won't be alone for two holidays."

Sam chuckled. "When did you get so smart?"

Adam looked slightly offended. "Just born this way."

"Ah hah…how about I go out tomorrow morning and see if I can find Dean?" If he could have packed Adam up and gone that night he would have. But that didn't seem like a great plan, what with the snow increasing and the small fact that he had absolutely no idea where to find Dean.

Adam grinned a wide toothy smile. "Can I come?"

"We'll see."

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Sam was ready to pull his hair out. The anxiety that he'd been feeling all day had increased to an ear-piercing hum of dread. He'd been driving around the city for the past four hours and he was no closer to finding Dean than he had been when he'd been at home on the couch.

He'd even broken down and called in some favors at the police precinct and no one had seen the Impala that Dean loved so much. So that was leaving Sam with a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach and a headache that was starting to blur his vision. The lawyer had called Ellen and she'd been more than happy to have Adam for the night and he'd been out searching ever since. He couldn't ask for an all-points-bulletin to be put out on Dean, even if every cell in his body was screaming at him to do exactly that.

A part of him was wondering if he should call Dean's wife…even thinking the word sent tingles of regret coursing through him. Sam wasn't the type of guy that ruined marriages. He wasn't the type of guy that cheated with other people's spouses or significant others…but with Dean? He had. He had fallen into the man's arms; and later into his bed like a willing sacrifice and now he couldn't undo the fallout. Sam was falling in love with Dean.

Was…I am in love with him. Sam thought ruefully. And now I may have lost him because I wasn't willing to risk anything to see where this thing goes. The snow started picking up and he found that he had to pay more attention to the icy conditions or he was likely to end up in a ditch. Or wrapped around a telephone pole.

He grabbed his phone and quickly scrolled to Dean's number hitting the call button. "Come on Dean. Answer the damn phone." He grumbled in frustration.

"Hey, this is Dean. You know what to do." The phone clicked over to voicemail and Sam hit 'end' in disgust.

"I swear to God Dean, if you are ignoring my phone calls I'm going to punch you." But the edge in his voice had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with fear. The same hollow ache he'd felt after Jessica died settled in his chest and Sam found he had to swallow the lump forming in his throat. "Please call me back…" he whispered into the empty air of his car.

TBC…

Author's Note: Hello! And no I haven't abandoned any of my stories, just got caught up in real life and had to put my focus there for a while. I have a goal to finish all my 'in progress' stories before I start any new ones. So I hope to accomplish this in the next few weeks. Anyways…here's the update and don't worry. I'm not planning on beating the crap out of either of the boys before they're reunited. But they probably won't escape unscathed…so yeah, if you have a moment please leave a review.

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