Phoebe thought of herself as the emotional backbone of the family, there were at least a dozen kids among the next generation and she always seemed to draw the short straw when it came to giving the talk.
She had already given 'The Talk,'
to the oldest, Wyatt, about a year earlier and was astounded how the boy found the reproductive system so amusing. Hopefully Chris would be more mature, if not then there was no way she'd be doing Melinda's.
Once she was in front of Chris's door, she steeled herself before opening it, obviously forgetting to knock.
Chris hastily put away whatever was in his hands and shot around to face the intruder, "Hey Aunt Phoebe,"
"Hi, sweetie, what did you have there?" She asked hoping to use this to put off 'The Talk,'
Chris shook his head putting on an innocent smile, "Nothing,"
She rounded the bed and sat next to him, "You can talk to me, Chris, just between us."
Chris wondered, his family was close, there were many times he talked to Paige about something he couldn't discuss with his mom. Even Uncle Coop or Uncle Henry when he didn't want to talk to his dad.
He gave a thirteen year old sigh and held out his phone, "There's this guy at my school, Caleb, we've been getting pretty close and I thought he was going to ask me to the school dance but then he turned around and asked Linda." Chris said the name with a grimace, "Like what kind of name is Linda, Melinda I understand, but Linda is such a pudgy HR unmarried woman."
"Wait," Phoebe chuckled, "You like boys?" She thought most kids were supposed to feel turmoil about this but her nephew didn't same phased at all.
Chris did appear confused at the question before realization dawned on him, "Oh, yeah," He laughed, "I knew for awhile now, if you think that's surprising you should hear what Wyatt does next door when he thinks no one's home."
She quirked an eyebrow, "Noted, now back to this Caleb,"
"Right," Chris nodded, "Caleb says he always wanted to ask Linda but I know that he wanted to ask me, I could feel it."
"Well maybe he changed his mind?"
Chris rolled his eyes
"Maybe he's afraid,"
"Likely,"
Phoebe put a hand around her nephew's shoulder, "Or maybe most men are just jerk,"
Chris laughed, "Correct,"
Phoebe laughed with him, "You are so much like your mother,"
"Thanks Aunt Phoebe, I'll take that as a compliment."
Chris stirred the small potion cauldron that was on top a hot plate on his desk, he was attempting a potion that would possibly send a message back home since he didn't have the power to make a portal. The cauldron on his bed was minuscule compared to the cauldron at the manor, he doubted he could fill two vials with the one he had currently but he was just glad to find one even if it was bought at one of those fake witch shops.
He so missed all the real witch shops.
Lately he had been missing home a lot, his family the most out of anything, he'd sometimes find himself glaring at nothing thinking of the idiotic things Wyatt did or cooing at anything cute in memory of Melinda. He missed his mom's unique home cooking, the smell of car grease that always signified when his dad was home, his aunt Phoebe's advice whenever he had relationship troubles, even seeing Phoebe in her relationship with Coop was something in the way of advie. He missed Paige's flower power nature and how his uncle Henry always argued with her about global warming, and deforestation, but he knew no matter how much they argued they would alwaysloved each other.
Wyatt's idiotic tendency to screw them over when they were demon hunting but his determination and tenacity were umatched when it came to trying to get them out of whatever trouble they were in.
Chris even missed the demons, the vanquished, he couldn't believe he had ever complained about them in the first place.
He had never been so inactive for long, before he used to be bored of the demon hunting, now he misses the thrill of saving the world a hundred times over. Chris wanted to go home, the nostalgia of being away at college with no one to tell you what to do had worn off a while ago.
The only redeemable things about this world were Sam, Dean and Jess.
The potion Chris was brewing was boiling but there was still no guarantee it would work, he didn't have the Book of Shadows, he didn't have his aunts extensive knowledge of potions, and he sure didn't have a magic school equivalent. Chris was only going off what his mind could think of thanks to Paige's forethought of cramming as much witch knowledge she could into her family.
There was the possibility of the potion blowing up in his face but he wanted to remain optimistic.
He heard buzzing from his nightstand so he picked up his phone to see he had a message from Dean. Chris gave a small smile, Dean along with Sam and Jess really made his stay here a lot better than it would have been. He's not sure where he would have been without them, Sam and Jess because they're his best friends, they have been since he came here and he wouldn't trade them for anything.
And for Dean...
Well Dean's in another category altogether in Chris's mind, it's been two weeks since their last enticing meeting and the time spent has just been the two of them texting back and forth to each other. Nothing naughty...about sixty five percent of the time, it was just stuff about the both of them. Chris knew Dean was a secretive person, it was written on the man's face that even if you tortured him you'd never get anything out of him.
Of course Chris had to ask if Dean had a wife and children in waiting, and of course Dean had to joke that he did.
Chris didn't speak to him for a few days until he proved that he didn't.
Hey minx, what are you doing?
How Dean managed to type correctly with that phone of his Chris had no idea, he typed out a quick reply so he could go back to potion making
Homework, Dean, just like I am every single time you message me.
He grabbed the bottle of, what he hoped, was lizard tails before his phone rung again.
What are you wearing?
He laughed at him and decided to have a little fun, his aunt Paige and his mother was ringing in his ears about concentrating on the potion but he brewed hundreds of potions before so it shouldn't be a problem.
I'm not doing this with you right now.
The reply came quicker than expected, he was so surprised he almost missed a beat in stirring his potion.
Why not?
Because every time we do this it goes on for hours and I really have to get this done.
Just answer the question minxie
Chris raised an eyebrow at the pet name that was apparently catching on
Wearing a dress shirt and pants, bout to go get lunch with a friend.
Liar.
Chris's eyes widened, it was a lie, but Dean wasn't supposed to know that, he looked around his rooms for any cameras that the man might have placed in there until he had a mini heart attack at the face in his window. He went to the window and opened it to the smiling face of his...friend, Dean, "Are you stalking me?" He asked half joking, half serious, he honestly wouldn't mind it as long as Dean wasn't the crazy kind of stalker.
Dean raised an eyebrow in question, "If I was a stalker, and I'm not saying that I am, would I being watching you from your window right where you could see me?"
Chris thought about it for a second, "Well sometimes the best hiding place is right out in the open. With the way our relationship is I wouldn't put it past you to do this, so maybe that's exactly what you're hoping my thought process is." It's exactly what a demon trying to get close to him would do so he naturally learned to be weary of people back home.
Dean may not look like the smartest bulb in the box but when it came to it he could be perfect SAT score genius, "You're right, I'm not a stalker...well I'm not stalking you...currently."
"Hmm, comforting," He opened the window all the way to allow Dean inside his dorm, "Make sure not to touch anything on that side, my roommate gets OCD when things are out of place."
Dean oddly recognized the way things were stacked neatly together or placed around the dorm. He could recognize Chris's side immediately, it was clean but there were a few clothes thrown around and a candy wrapper or two on the nightstand. Though the distinction from the other side of the room was clear, there wasn't a spot of dirt anywhere on his roommate's side.
Kind of reminded him of Sam growing up, even as a kid he was the more clean of the two of them. His eyes landed on the picture frame on the nightstand, he went over to it and picked it up, ignoring the shout of indignation from Chris. A cold sweat went down his back as he cursed his luck as his suspicions were confirmed. Usually he's not one for coincidence so he found it odd when Chris was trying to make his friend's, Sam's, birthday party.
He had hoped it hadn't been his Sam but the name and birthday date were the same.
Still he had hoped
Out of all the people going here, Chris just happened to be his little brother's roommate.
Guess he can't even come here again because the last thing he wanted was to face his little brother right now after that fight he had with their fathee. It's not that he hated Sam, galaxies from it, it's just that he wouldn't know what to say and he's never really been that great at the mushy thing.
His nose hairs curled at the foul smell coming from Chris's desk, "What the hell is that?" He covered his nose with his jacket sleeve at whatever Chris was making.
Chris dropped the cypress leaves inside the potion, "It's a remedy I came up with for power studying through finals. It's supposed to help you retain almost everything you learned for at least forty eight hours." The charmed one lied expertly in his opinion, years of lying to his mom about where he was going, or if there was anyone in his room, or even if he was the one that put hair dye in Wyatt's shampoo, made him an excellent liar.
And it also made Wyatt a red head.
Dean looked at the cauldron a little more, then at the ingredients, he could recognize a few of them to be used in some of those rituals witches performed. He gave Chris a
suspicious look when the boy wasn't looking, he wished there was some kind of witch test to use but he settled for a possible slip of the tongue, "Looks like some of that witch crap,"
Chris gave a fake laugh, inwardly cringing when he heard his heritage be called crap, "Witches?" He echoed in a comedic ton, "What is this the fourteenth century, this is a perfectly modern age remedy."
Dean picked up a bottle, "With lizard tail?"
Chris shrugged, "It helps by growing back brain cells lost during excessive drinking," That was a lie but it's not like Dean was a doctor...or was he?
Chris really had to ask what Dean's job was at some point in time.
Dean decided to drop it until he had more evidence that Chris was performing hoodoo, it was time for some more information gathering, "This your roommate?" He held up the picture frame and pointed to Sam, it was doubtful the smoking hot chick next to Chris was his roommate.
Chris nodded and snatched the frame from him, "Yeah that's Sam, he's been my best friend for as long as I've been here, he's a pretty shy guy but also pretty hot, right?" He smirked wondering about Dean's reaction.
A disgusted shiver passed down his spine, he was pretty sure he'd have nightmares of Sam and Chris...together. Just the thought wanted to make him go run for the toilets, "He looks like nerd but who's the babe?" He pointed to the blond chick who was on the other side of Chris
"That's his girlfriend Jess, she's also my best friend and she's been dating Sam around the same time we became friends. I met them at orientation and we've been thick as thieves ever since." Chris would never forget that day, on orientation day Sam told Chris he thought Jess was beautiful and Jess told him that she thought Sam was hot as balls.
Naturally Chris was an angel so that meant that he had some right to play cupid.
"How could someone like that get someone as hot as she is?"
Chris slapped his chest, "Stop that,"
Dean laughed before placing the picture frame right back where he found it and where Sam wouldn't notice it had moved, "Wanna go somewhere with me?
The boy smirked, he had been expecting something else but he wouldn't complain, "I'll go put on some pants,"
"Woah now minx, no need to go that far, what you're wearing now is perfectly fine,"
He was just wearing a a pair of briefs, he looked to Dean in disbelief who responded with a wink, "I think I'll go with the pants, now get out so I can put on clothes," He pushed Dean to make the man go out the window since he wanted to put his potion on stasis and couldn't do that with Dean watching.
"Oh come on, I've seen you naked but I can't watch you put on clothes."
He grabbed the window, "Go, Dean, or no road head for you," He laughed when the man left hastily almost falling out the window. He went to his desk and wondered if his charmed power worked, it's been awhile since he tried it. Chris could freeze and blow things up like his mother but if he wasn't with his siblings then he couldn't use it to its full power.
He froze the cauldron and added a glue spell so the stasis would last at least for a few hours.
Chris felt the leather interior of Dean impala, he almost forgot the power of a classic car such as this one. He knew that his dad would have loved Dean if Chris brought him home, mostly for his car, but it was a win in his book if the two of them got along.
"So, Dean, tell me what we're doing, because if this is a date then I'm sorely under dressed." Chris teased, he had only picked a shirt and some pants, nothing special.
Dean rolled his eyes as he focused on the road ahead of him, "It's not a date we're just going to see a movie," He cursed when the boy raised an eyebrow in question and gave that sexy smirk, "Look Minx, it's a movie that I've been dying to see and I thought it would look sorry ass if I went by myself, since I'm in town I thought instead of our usual rump and go that we try something different."
"I'm surprised, and impressed," Chris crossed his arms at the flutter that went through his stomach, no matter what Dean said it was a date, they had already had sex multiple times and they were...fond...of each other so this wouldn't be just a simple get away from everything.
"No need to be impressed, Minxie, it's just a drive-in,"
The surprise Chris was feeling couldn't get any higher than what it was currently, "A drive-in?" His universe was ahead of this one so drive-ins were basically extinct, "I can't say I've ever been to one of those before. Nice step in originality Deano,"
The older man cringed at the nickname, "Don't-don't do that ever again,"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Well I just thought since you were doing it..."
"Yeah but mine is good, yours, well, yours is just emasculating,"
"Right," Chris purred, "And the last thing I want to do is offend your manhood,"
He leaned in closer but was pushed back by Dean's free hand, "Back off, Minxie, there will be time for that later, I will make sure of that." He winked just to prove his point
Chris crossed his arms at his failed attempt and decided to look out the window at the passing scenery, it wasn't often that he left campus to get a look at how different things were in this universe's California. A thought passed through his head and he narrowed his eyes at Dean, "And you think that 'Minxie' isn't emasculating?"
"Well it's accurate, you are a minx if I've ever seen one."
The witch sighed, "I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or an insult so for your sake I'm just going with a compliment."
"Good, because it was,"
They arrived at the drive-in a few minutes later, Dean pulling through and buying them both tickets, further insinuating it's not a date, buying them popcorn and drinks, still wasn't a date, and parking the car and tuning to the radio station so they could listen to the movie. They scooted close together and moved around until they were both comfortable to watch the movie.
The movie eventually started and Chris was actually enjoying himself, they didn't really talk during the movie which was fine since Chris didn't like much chatter when he was watching a good film. It was a horror film, filled with some teenagers in the woods, except it takes a spin from the classic cliché and instead chooses to poke fun at the genre as a whole. See the kids are supposed to be the stereotypical group, the nerd, jock, cheerleader, stoner, and virgin that sort of thing except they're not like that at the beginning but when they get to the cabin in the woods those stereotypes start taking over.
The plot is that a corporation wishes to give sacrifices to appease the 'gods' because the 'gods' wish to watch these stereotypes die as a form of amusement. Except the teens don't die as planned and they actually find the corporation, slaughter them with their caught nightmares, and destroy the world.
Chris thought it was a nice take on the whole teens die in the woods series, plus he got some eye candy from the movie and the man sitting next to them.
Chris wasn't scared at all of the monsters, he's been covered in way too much demonic goo to be scared of much.
Dean wasn't afraid either, he's faced way too many real things to be afraid of anything on the big screen.
What confused Chris was that this movie also came out in his universe as well except it came out way later than this universe's current year.
"Well that was hilarious," Dean said as soon as the movie was over, he loved it mostly because this was the only time he enjoyed watching people get killed.
"I have to say I did not expect the classic take on horror to be spun out in such a way that it made fun of the audience watching it."
Dean rubbed his hair, confused at Chris's outtake, "I just thought it was funny when the monsters ripped apart the security guards,"
Chris thought for a quick second and had to agree, "That was funny too, so where to now?"
"How about, you and me, a little take out, and what I promised from the start." Dean started the car before pulling out of the drive-in and onto the road like everyone else.
Chris nodded and relaxed into his seat with a sultry grin, "Sounds like a plan,"
"And we can get some pie,"
"I'm not sure if there's any take out that sells actual pie," He voiced his thoughts
Dean stopped the car before it even left the lot and looked at Chris straight in the eye, "We're getting pie,"
The smaller man looked at him in the eye, saw how serious he was, then nodded, "We are getting pie at seven at night,"
Somehow they found a small local diner that did, in fact, serve pie and take out.
Dean never looked more appreciative at the slice of pie as they drove towards a local park in San Francisco. They took their takeout and sat on a bench in front of a small stream then Dean dove in while Chris took more time savoring his meal.
"So what's your story?" Dean asked, he was curious on whether or not Chris was a witch or warlock or whatever, maybe he could glean some knowledge from the boy's background. He already knew that Chris wasn't a demon so he was hoping that the person he was with was nothing more than a regular human.
Chris realized that he and Dean didn't really know much about each other apart from they were really good at sex, Dean travels for business, and Chris went to college. It felt like they'd known each other forever and Chris didn't even know the man's last name, "My story, well I grew up in New York with a lot of family," It was a lie but how was he supposed to explain to Dean why he couldn't just stop by his house for a visit, "A brother, a sister, a hell of a lot of annoying cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, the whole wazoo. I decided I needed to be as far away from them as possible so I came halfway across the country just to get away." That was an okay lie, not the best, but he couldn't just say he came from another universe obviously, "What about you Mr. Machismo, what's happened in the life of Dean..." He left the space open for Dean to fill in
The hunter decided to play stupid and not fill it in, he didn't feel like lying to Chris as much as he already had, the big lies he could keep but the little ones were annoying, such as him being Sam's brother. Chris would find out eventually but maybe Dean would be long gone before that happened, "Now that's a nickname I like, I popped out in Kansas-,"
"I knew you there was a reason you had that farm boy thing going on for you,"
"Shut up, anyway, about a year or two after my brother was born my mother died..." With Dean's pause Chris took that Dean still hadn't quite come to terms with it, he probably would have felt the same way if his mother had died, he noticed the man was looking down before he continued, "And so my dad took us and left, took up a traveling job so we moved around quite a bit. Good man, took us hunting every once in awhile, also kind of a hard ass, ex-marine."
"Oh really, he and my dad would get along since they were both in the military," Chris pondered, except his father fought in world war two but he hoped there would be some kind of similarities there.
Dean laughed, he couldn't really see John getting along with anyone really but it was a nice thought, "My little brother didn't much care for dad's attitude so he ended up leaving us, I stayed with dad and we still travel together sometimes except he's away doing his own business and whenever I get a free moment from him I'm with you."
"By choice of course?"
"Well yeah, I take off sometimes just to come visit you, he's starting to wonder if I've got a secret wife or something," Which was true, John was questioning him, well interrogating really, on where he always drifts off to whenever they're in San Francisco. Dean's just been telling him it was a woman, no need to tell John that he had been seeing a man.
That's a whole other can of worms he didn't want to open
Chris bumped his shoulder against Dean's, "Never knew I was so special,"
Dean looked at him like his crazy, "Dude we've screwed like how many times now?" Chris shrugged, not exactly sure himself, "Plus I took you to dinner and a movie, that's pretty special in my book."
Chris gave a huge grin before shivering, it was night time as well as winter so the air outside was pretty cold. He had neglected to bring a jacket because he was in such a rush to get to Dean, now that his mom wasn't around he'd proudly say that she was right about bringing a jacket.
He felt smooth leather being placed over his back and looked to see that Dean had given him his jacket. The act only served to do something that Chris hadn't done in years, something that it would have been easier to destroy the Source with a fork than make him do.
He blushed
So to save himself from the embarrassment of blushing he decided to lash out, "Puss,"
"Tch, fine I'll take it back,"
"No, it's so warm!" Chris pulled away when Dean reached for the jacket. The two of them decided to go back to the car and out of the cold before they froze to death. Dean lied in the backseat and Chris lied on top of him. It wasn't the most comfortable position but they were touching which was just the other needed.
"I can't come back for awhile,"
Chris raised an eyebrow at him, "Why not?" his stomach started dropping at the thought process that Dean might finally be done with him. He'd be damned if he came out as some simpering girl who can't go five minutes without her boyfriend.
"It's just some business with my dad, we're going pretty far, Florida actually, then up north. I just won't be back to this side of the country for awhile so I just wanted to tell you so you don't freak out and start crying because I've been gone so long."
Chris rolled his eyes, his earlier stress being alleviated, "Crying no, pissed maybe, I mean where else am I supposed to get free food and good sex, the two most important things in life." He laughed but he felt that large hand move slowly down his back.
They stayed silent for a couple minutes after Chris's bad joke. The witch honestly wondered why he was so drawn to this man, he's seen beautiful men before, some who've rocked his world, but he was never interested in them past the first time.
But there was just something about Dean that made him want to be around the mysterious man, he was funny, witty, and he obviously cared about Chris or he wouldn't have even told the younger boy that he wouldn't be around for a little while, "So we're good right?" Dean asked suddenly, breaking Chris from his thoughts.
"Of course as long as you keep in contact and make sure to be around for Chrismas I'll be just fine, I already have your gift planned out for you and everything."
Dean could only wonder what someone like Chris would give him, "You're not going home for Christmas?" He asked, Dean had been trying to get in Chris caught in a lie for awhile now but it seemed either the boy was telling truth or was a rather skilled liar.
Chris's lie resurfaced and he took a moment before answering, "Money's a little tight so they won't be able to fly me back home, but I'll most likely be calling them almost every hour of the day." He said in an exasperated tone, just to make it seem like he was dreading the call.
Now Dean was suspiscious, what family wouldn't scrounge up the money to bring a kid home for Christmas, even he managed to get what little money they had as kids to buy Sam a present. Dean had possobly just caught Chris in his first lie but maybe Chris had a normal reason for not wanting to go home, "I could probably make Christmas but I can't guarantee New Years."
Chris shrugged, "That's fine, also if you don't mind I'm still freezing so maybe we should try to warm each other up." He sat up and gave Dean a long hard kiss just for good measure, the both of them smirked and soon enough lost all thought of their impending absence from each other.
And the fact they were still in a public park
Christmas day
Dean had received text from Chris asking if he was in town to which he replied a quick yes. He was in town due to all the shifters masquerading as Santa Claus for all their sick kicks. He and John had come to town about a case of someone climbing down the chimney and killing people but leaving always one child alive. It was horrible but that's exactly what drew their attention, it would be difficult since a shifter could shapeshift into anyone but the tell of one was the eyes.
Their eyes glowed when reflected off light so they would follow the trail of bodies until it lead them to the freak.
But he wanted to take a pit stop away from all the blood and gore.
Chris had told him to come to his dorm room for his Christmas present and Dean longed to go since it was so long since he had an actual Christmas. Sure he and his dad celebrated Christmas, but takeout chicken with a car freshener tree wasn't much of a Christmas. He wondered what his first Christmas with Chris would be like since he had bought Chris a present also.
He arrived at the boy's dorm and opened the door since Chris said it was unlocked. He was greeted to the aroma of food and the lights of the small desk tree Chris had placed, it even had a tiny angel on top of it. There were Christmas lights strung up around the room and presents, decorational since they were so small, near the desk tree.
Dean admitted to himself long ago how his heart would warm up at just seeing Chris but right now his entire received that feeling. He looked at his Chris was wearing nothing but a santa clause hat and santa clause pants, it was sexy and traditional.
His lover smiled at him from the small table that had a bowls of cutup turkey, mashed potatoes, and other Christmas feast foods he had only seen in magazines, "Hey, so I know you travel a lot and I gathered there's not much time for holidays so I decided to throw you a regular Christmas. Once I started to make food for us everyone else wanted some so I ended up making some for the entire building for the others that are staying over the break." He explained with a tired sigh, "I'm used to cooking for a big family but that was way too many people-,"
He was cut off from speaking any further when Dean closed the distance between the two of them and stopped his mouth from moving with his own. Chris smiled into the kiss when Dean wrapped both arms around his waist.
Dean thought this conveyed the message he had actually wanted to say enough.
Thank you
He hadn't had anything like this since his mom was alive and he could really only barely remember those memories but this, this act brought those back with new clarity. He was only sad that Sam never really got to even know her.
Once they parted with air, Dean gave a smoldering look to Chris who merely patted his shoulder, "There'll be time for that later, now let's eat."
Dean thought about Sam before taking a seat, "Where's your roommate?"
"Sam's staying with Jess's family for the break so we have the entire room to ourselves for about the next three weeks." Chris said casually but the both of them knew what was being suggested, Dean could actually spend the night and not have to worry about his brother seeing him in bed with a man, "Oh and here's your present," He brought up a cat ornament, "It's for your rearview mirror, you hang it there just like a car freshener."
When Dean looked confused Chris elaborated, "Well it's for when you're on the road, I know you meet a lot of women and you might sleep with them and I'm okay with that." Chris seemed okay on the front but looked deep down and saw that he wasn't as okay with that as he thought, he wanted to keep Dean to himself but he wasn't going to ruin what they already had by wanting something more, "But that just says that no matter what broad lied down for you, I was the one to rock your world." The witch winked
Dean laughed and shook his head, he couldn't help it, Chris wasn't like anybody else he'd ever met. He was right of course, Chris had rocked his world unlike any other he had ever been with before. Dean pulled the necklace from his pocket and threw it at Chris who caught it in one hand, "Just a reminder of the guy who got you finally conquered you." He said smugly, the necklace was two guitars overlaid atop each other, it wasn't the most romance type of gift but he knew Chris would love it as the both of them weren't the romance type.
Chris gave a loud shout of laughter, "Conquered me?" He jabbed at himself to make sure he wasn't confused, "You were the conquered one, my friend," The witch nodded
"No I believe I did get you to say 'Oh God, Dean,' at least five times we had sex. In my book I list that as conquered, my friend,"
They stared at each other, neither breaking eye contact, at the same time the both of them jumped out of their chairs towards Chris's bed in order to prove who conquered whom.
New Years Eve
Chris looked out his window in order to watch the fireworks that were going to take place once New Year's hit. He could've orbed to a better place in order to watch but he'd rather do it from the comfort of his dorm. Plus he really didn't need to see all those mushy couples kissing when the clock struck twelve, at least not without Dean there with him.
They had the most amazing Christmas together, more than he would've asked for to take his mind off not being home for Christmas. He still felt that Dean was holding more things back when they talked more about their personal lives but he was holding things back as well so it's not like he could complain.
He wondered where his life was heading, still nothing from back home, he didn't want to fear the worst but there was just no way his family could have gone this long without trying to bring him back. If he was stuck here then what would that mean?
Would he just live his life free of demons, free of saving the world on a regular basis, free of his family?
The former's weren't so bad but the latter was just too difficult to grasp.
What would he do?
The clock on his bed struck twelve and fireworks lit the sky ablaze, all over people were kissing whoever was next to them as signification of the first kiss of the New Years.
To his unsurprise even Chris was kissing someone.
Dean had popped up next to Chris's window as soon as the clock struck, he grabbed the boy and gave him a long drawn out kiss with plenty of tongue. The kiss lasted long after the fireworks stopped and left Chris in a daze.
"Happy New Years, minxie," Dean patted the boy's cheek before heading back to his car to finish his work, werewolves were a nasty business and with all the drunkards it would be child's play to find a meal.
A thought passed through Chris's head after Dean left.
Maybe if he was stuck here then having Dean around wouldn't be so bad.
January 24
It was Dean's birthday, something he almost never celebrated, his dad barely celebrated at times they didn't have a job to do. He had told Chris his birthday a few months back because Chris was doing the whole star sign mumbo and Dean thought It would be fun.
They were oddly compatible with sex being the highest thing they were compatible in.
Go figure?
Communication wasn't the best but that could be placed on Dean since he wasn't the best communicator in the first place.
Chris had told him that he kicked Sam out for two days so they could spend that time together and Dean was in much need for some R&R. John was on the hunt for that demon and had been running him ragged trying to find clues. The man was on about some clue he had found recently so hopefully that would make him relax a little.
Dean didn't bother knocking on the door, he opened it to sight of candles lighting the room, and when he saw Chris his mouth dropped to the floor.
Leave it to Chris to have Dean flabbergasted.
Chris was naked lying on his side on the bed, he had a red present bow covering his privates and in front of him was a bag of his favorite take out food and a plate of...
"Pie?" Dean gasped
Chris nodded with a dark smirk and mischievous look in his eyes, "There's also a tub of whip cream since I know you like that combo. You might not need it all but we could use for other things."
Dean held his hand to his mouth as he could feel the tears at the beautiful sight In front of him. Truly this was the most beautiful sight in the entire world, it was basically as if he had died and gone to heaven and had the sultriness of hell at the same time.
"Oh I almost forgot," Chris brought a cooler from under the bed and in it was his favorite brand of whiskey and beer, "Happy birthday, Dean,"
'Don't cry Dean,'
Dean closed the door without taking his eyes away from the siren song.
Oh he doubted they had a problem with communication that much.
Valentine's day
Since the two of them were too stubborn to admit feeling things for each other and therefore needing to do something they considered 'Mushy' on valentine's day, they decided to skip the day all together.
May
Chris was messing with his necklace while he wondered what he was going to do about home situations. He had to leave since the dorm building was closing for the summer but he had nowhere to go in regards to a home.
He was still in talks with his friend on the lease, the guy had other people who were actually trying to pay the guy money for the lease since apparently it was one of the more better houses on campus.
There was only so much flirting could do for one boy.
Sam unlocked the door to the room and came a sweaty ruffled mess so it was natural to assume he had been at the gym. 'But I know better than that,' Chris thought to himself with a smirk, "How are you and Jess enjoying your birthday present?" Chris could see the faint scratch marks, the forming hickeys and the soft bulge.
Sam cursed under his breath as he took off his shirt, "Can't get anything past you, but this is totally your fault, Jess is insisting I wear it almost all the time and I'm starting to think she has a problem." Sam had been wondering if he should send her to Chris for some psychotherapy over this Tarzan fetish.
"Oh Sam, role playing is healthy, if she does it enough times it'll leave her system eventually." Chris advised, it was partly his fault but he truly saw nothing wrong with it, even he and Dean role played once or twice.
Where Dean found Hooter's shorts in men's size he'll never know.
"Yeah I hope so," Sam shook his head and changed out of his shorts, "Hey, where are you going for the break?"
Chris looked up from his pondering, "I'm not sure, I don't have much of a home to go to," He hadn't told Sam about his family situation simply because the man hadn't asked, "What about you?"
"I'm in the same boat," Sam thought about his dad and Dean, he wondered what they were doing but most likely they were still hunting, "I think we're ready for that house your friend was trying to give up. I'm starting to make money at my job and Jess's dad is willing to help her financially"
Chris sat up and gave Sam a pointed look, "Are you guy sure about this, you know moving in with friends is like the number five reason people stop being friends right?"
Sam shrugged, "It's better than having a complete stranger."
Chris puffed out a breath, moving a tangle of hair from his face, his hair was getting pretty long, he should look into getting it cut soon, "I'll let him know we're ready, I may have to give a special little talk but we should have a brand spanking new house very soon," Chris turned back to his computer and pretended to be doing work but he was actually thinking about what life would be like living with Jess and Sam. He practically lived with them as it was but now he was literally living with them.
Would that mean they'd eventually meet Dean since the man would have to start coming there now when he needed a break from business.
As if Sam was reading his thoughts it was the next thing he brought up, "So who's the Mr. Machismo that you keep kicking me out of the room for, Jess has been dying to meet him, also I've been dying to threaten him?" Sam asked, he cared about Chris obviously and he didn't like the fact this guy couldn't come out and be with Chris and why he always had to leave for an extended period so they could be together, "How come we can't meet him?"
Chris shrugged, "It's just not something we do, dude, we're not dating so there's no reason to meet the friends. If it's any consolation, I haven't met his friends either," Come to think of it Chris wasn't exactly sure if Dean had many friends in the first place.
"When did you start calling me dude?"
"Just something I picked up, I guess,"
Chris pulled out his phone and texted Dean the news as well as the address he got from his friend once he confirmed the lease.
On the other side, way in Vermont, Dean read the text of Chris's move in with Sam as nothing but dread. If that happened sneaking around would be impossible, Sam wasn't in his room much to begin with because he was always with his girlfriend but if they moved in together there would be no need for Sam to go all the way on the other side of campus to see her. There was also the high chance someone would walk into the room, the house, when the two of them were supposed to be alone.
Chris might get the idea to surprise him with the idea of meeting his friends because he knew from many conversations that his friends meant the world to him. Really it touched Dean's heart to see how much Chris cared for Sam but the last thing he needed were his two worlds colliding into one.
Under any circumstances could he not let that happen so there was only one course of action to make sure it didn't.
He had to stop seeing Chris.
