A/N: I'll most likely be doing a few time skips from here on, the official start of basically everything is when Dean comes back from hell. SHOCKER I know but I want to get Cas in here as well and from there will be colliding worlds


Chris held out hope that maybe this world wasn't so different than his own but he didn't want to show that to Dean, "Are you implying that the thing that attacked us was supernatural?" He searched Dean's eyes for any hint at some kind of joke but found nothing but grave seriousness.

As well as pity

Dean was watching him carefully, he found it odd that Chris wasn't afraid, he looked at Dean as if he had just asked a simply question, "You were attacked by a demon last night Chris," Every word out of Dean's mouth had Chris's mind going a mile a minute, "More specifically I think it was the demon that killed our mother when I was a kid." Dean was positive of it, Jess was in the same position as their mother was when she died so whatever sick agenda this demon had, apparently he couldn't break a trend.

"You did say your mother was dead,"

Dean chose to sit on Chris's bed instead, "She was murdered, our father said she was pinned to the ceiling much like Jess was, a fire consumed our house too and dad's been looking for that demon ever since."

Chris also remembered that Dean and Sam had a father, apparently Sam was estranged from him but Dean was still loyal, he thought of when Dean called the man rough and thought what the death of your wife might do to you, "What is he trying to do?"

"He wants to kill it," Dean bit out, "He trained us as kids to defend ourselves from every bad ugly SOB out there, and it's not just demons, it's vampires, werewolves, every single nightmare you could think of walks the Earth. He made it our job, as hunters, to put the suckers in the ground and make sure the regular people have a good life." Dean scoffed inwardly, how he wished he could have led the good regular life, maybe settled down with Chris, actually would he have even met Chris if he wasn't a hunter at all?

Chris was in shock, he needed more information, something that assured him this place wasn't totally hell, "What about the good kind of creature?" Dean raised an eyebrow at him, "You listed the bad ones, what about the unicorns, fairies, gnomes, witches, satyrs, wood nymphs?" Chris listed off just a few for reference

Dean looked at him and saw that he was totally serious, he chuckled a little, "Man your parents must have been really tree huggers, we don't live in that kind of world Chris, there's just the baddies and us. Witches we do have though, nasty bitches those are, never bring a baby around them or you might find a few of its organs missing."

Chris's heart was pounding, there were witches but apparently they predominantly used dark magic, there were no such thing as good magical creatures and apparently, by Dean's standards, there was no such thing as good magic. He calmed down and sat back in bed while putting hands to his temples, another thought breached his mind, "What about angels, surely with demons you must have angels?"

Dean shook his head, "No wonder you and Sam are friends," He saw the look of defeat on Chris's face and felt a tenderness only meant for the Halliwell, "Look Chris, I know it's a lot to take in but it's the world we live in, Sam and I got used to it a long time ago and you'll have to as well now."

Chris looked up at him changing his sense of loss to confusion, "Why?"

"Because you're a target,"

They looked towards the door and saw that Sam stood there in his wrinkly suit and tie, Dean scooted a little bit away from Chris once he noted that he had been sitting too close, "I'm guessing Dean filled you in," He nodded towards his brother who nodded back.

Dean decided standing up was best

Chris held out his arms for Sam who leaned into them, the two of them hugged deeply as they had both felt the loss of Jess. For Sam it was the girl he had loved and was planning on marrying and for Chris it was very much likely the best friend he had ever had.

Dean stood awkwardly in the room not watching the two of them.

"I'm sure Dean's told you the truth behind the curtains?" Sam asked, leaning back and saw that Chris nodded, "We think the demons staked out the house, waiting for us to leave, and for you two to be alone. The demon probably thinks your dead but if he finds out you're not he'd might want to come fix that." Sam was holding his friends hand as tightly as Chris was holding his, they really needed each other but Sam would rather not let Chris paint a target on his back, "We want you to leave California,"

"No!" Chris almost yelled in retort, "I'm not leaving you guys here by yourselves,"

Dean smirked, "It's alright, we'll also be leaving California," Sam talked it over with Dean, he wanted to kill the demon as much as his father does now, they would search for their father and whatever he found that could kill the demon.

"I'm not sure I follow," The throbbing in Chris's arm fell to a dull thud, eventually he was fully able to focus, "Am I leaving with you guys?"

Sam shook his head as an answer, "It's too dangerous around us, we'll most likely be knee deep in nightmares and I'd rather not put someone else's life in danger."

Chris glanced skyward and gave a groan, "I know you're thinking this is your fault Sam-,"

"Chris you don't know my life, whenever I'm around people for too long they always end up getting hurt-,"

"What could you have done, I was there Sam and here I am now!"

"I'm better equipped at fighting Demons than you are!"

'Bullcrap,' Chris thought to himself, "The point is I know that if you would have told Jess she would have stuck by you anyway, because it's Jess," Chris said simply, as if that summed up everything, and to Sam it did but he would still no doubt feel some form of guilt just as Chris would.

Dean coughed into his fist, "Now that the chick flick moment is over we should still talk, Chris," The boy turned to him and he recoiled slightly under the stare, "We'll stay as long as you heal and watch over you, but the minute you're out of here we want you on the next bus to anywhere but here."

"Wouldn't it be safer with you guys?"

The both of them shook their heads, "Sam was right, people around us always end up having a target painted on their backs at some point or another, it best to keep away for now until we kill the demon. We have a place we can take you where you'll be safe,"

Chris wasn't so sure about this supposed safe haven but if it meant he could stay in the middle of things he'd rather go through with it, "And when you do," He gave a pointed look at Dean

The man gulped and knew he wasn't out of the boiling water yet, "It'll be one hell of a reunion party,"


Chris's stay in the hospital was agonizing, not just for Chris but for Sam and Dean as well, the brothers wanted to leave as soon as possible to start their search but wouldn't dare leave an injured Chris by himself. Dean hated the fact he could only visit during visiting hours and hospital security was tight, Chris wasn't answering text messages, he wanted his explanation face to face. He was on edge as well, just as Sam was, it had been so long since the demon had surfaced and when he does someone close to them ended up dead.

One could understand why they'd want to make sure the only other person close to them stayed alive.

Chris was going insane because he hated hospitals, he hated sitting in a bed doing nothing for days on end. He would always head to Paige if any of them ever needed healing since neither he or Wyatt knew how to heal. Chris also hated the fact that whenever he and Dean were in a room together, they could never talk because Sam was there, suffice to say the sneak looks Dean sent him were annoying.

He was also weary of the fact that the two boys were hunters, which in his world were the bad guys. Hunters didn't care about good magical creatures, they hated everything, Chris had never experienced one before but his mother told him how a hunter almost burned a girl at the stake whether she was a witch or not. They knew about Demons but most hunters hunted witches and any type of magical creatures they could get their hands on.

Ironic that Zankou had sent him to a world where Hunters were the good guys and witches were the bad guys.

If he had any thought of telling Dean all his secrets that hope of understanding was dashed once he learned that rather large piece of information.

Chris spent most of his time wondering where he would go, he knew how to hide from a demon and since the hunters wouldn't be around him he could use his magic and potions as much as he liked. He wasn't sure if they would work so he'd have to ask Sam how to stop a demon.

Chris had laughed to himself when he realized he was about to dive back into the world of demon hunting and magic, something he thought was lost to him forever.

Eventually he was released from the hospital and Sam did give him the info he wanted. Sulfur identifies a demons presence, Salt stops them from advancing, iron helps as well. Chris thought that it seemed like a bunch of bad horror movie symbolism but if Sam said so he'd put up whatever he could to keep that demon away.

They were currently in Dean's Impala and they were planning on dropping Chris off at an old friends place where they knew that he'd be safe. The air in the car was sullen and quiet, it had been awhile since Chris had last been in the Impala, he was seated in the back because apparently it was natural for Sam to sit in the front and of course Dean was driving his baby. The witch remembered the times they had been inside this car, he stroked the leather of the seats in fond memory.

"Nice car you have here, Deano," He smirked at the tick of annoyance that barely passed over Dean's face, "The ladies must love it-,"

"Yeah you call me that again and you'll be walking, kid," Dean glared at Chris through the rear view mirror then glanced at Sam to see he was holding back a laugh. Chris was messing with him, trying to get a rise out of him, well Dean knew Chris enough that he was able to keep his composure.

The witch cocked his head and sat forward in his seat, "Oh is that a threat?" He asked cockily leaning forward even more, he was face the face with his ex-lover but the driver merely stared straight ahead, "I'm quivering," Chris smiled when his lowered tone had the desired effect.

Once they were out of California Dean pulled over into the nearest motel for the evening.

"Why'd you stop so early Dean?"

"I'm hungry,"

"We could have went to any fast food place,"

"I'm tired,"

"I could have driven for you,"

"I just want to sleep in a bed, Sammy!" Sam raised his hands in defeat at Dean's raised tone while Chris trailed after the two brothers silently. Dean got them a room with two decently sized beds and a long couch.

The two brothers shifted awkwardly wondering who Chris would be sleeping with when Chris ran and jumped on the bed claiming right side for himself, "What? You two have never slept in a bed together?" He raised an eyebrow at them, he and Wyatt had shared a bed many times, it wasn't unnatural at all to him but with the way they looked at each other, slightly disgusted, he guessed that it wasn't normal for them at all. When Sam chose the other bed, Dean cursed his brother to hell because that meant that Dean would have to sleep with Chris (And not in the good way) or risk a lifetime of awkwardness with Sam.

The three men settled in quietly, Dean snacking from the mini bar and everyone having respectfully showered. The ex-lovers faced away from each other but neither of the could really fall asleep, thankfully Sam had judging by his soft breathing. Dean turned around to face Chris's back, he couldn't help but think of the good days, when he could wake up beside Chris, he both of them naked and dirty from the night before.

Chris's body in his arms and the boys soft breaths on his face.

Damn how Dean had missed the old days.

"I could always feel when you were staring at me, I used to think it was cute, now it just annoys the hell out of me." Chris whispered as low as he could where Sam couldn't hear but Dean could, it startled him when Chris spoke, "I wouldn't try it if I were you," Chris warned seriously, he wanted it just as much as Dean did but not with Sam sleeping eight feet away.

Dean nodded, understanding completely, "You wanted to talk, let's talk," He climbed out of bed the same time Chris did, the both of them left the room quietly enough without disturbing Sam's sleep. They drove off, away from the hotel, to a secluded area away from the small town they were in.

Dean sat in silence wondering how he would start while Chris sat in silence either waiting for Dean to say something or wondering if he should say something first to break the ice.

Chris was about to open with a clever quip about how distance makes a couple grow stronger when the silence was finally broken.

"I never wanted any of this to happen, you know?"

Chris sighed and crossed his arms as he tensed up in his seat, "I don't think anyone ever wants something like this to happen, my aunt Phoebe always said if you can change the past then do so but if you can't, secure the future."

"That's a weird saying," Dean said

Chris nodded, it wasn't if you know the Charmed ones change the past often, "I had a weird childhood,"

Dean scoffed, "Not as weird as mine,"

"Eh, it's pretty even," He laughed, though he wished Dean could understand as well what he meant.

They settled into silence again, Dean put a hand to his forehead as he could feel a headache coming on, "When I picked you up in that bar that day I didn't know you knew Sam, hell when I picked you up I expected this," He gestured to the two of them, "To be just a stop and go," He sighed

Chris laughed, "But you just couldn't help yourself,"

"Of course not, have you seen yourself, minxie?"

Chris good mood instantly turned sour, he shook his head with a puff of air, "Don't call me that, you-you can't call me that anymore."

Dean raised an eyebrow at him, "Why not?"

Chris glared at him as if it was obvious, "Because you had to be an idiot and disappear for a year and then spring on me that you're my best friends brother!"

"What was I supposed to say Chris?" Dean yelled back, "'Sorry but I forgot to mention that your best friend was my brother, thanks for the blowjob?'"

"Something like that would have been preferable to nothing at all!" He hit his seat with his back hard enough to push it back some, "I thought you didn't want me anymore, I thought after everything we did for each other that it meant nothing to you the entire time." He could feel all those old feelings of self loathing after Dean left, he didn't want to feel like that but Dean had left a lasting impression on him.

"It wasn't supposed to mean anything," Dean mumbled back quietly, but Chris had heard and when he did, ice filled his veins, "It was supposed to be just sex,"

Chris gave a sardonic scoff before stepping out the car into the cold air, he started his trek away from the Impala back to the hotel because he felt if he stayed in the car any longer then his magic might go haywire and cause something to fly into a home.

"Chris, stop!"

"You need to stay away from me right now," He didn't stop walking until his arm was grabbed and even then he yanked it out of the stronger man's hold.

Dean had a pained look on his face, he knew that he had said something he shouldn't have but he couldn't help it, when things got awkward he would end up putting his foot in his mouth, "It was supposed to be just about sex but eventually it became me just wanting to see you, dammit!" He yelled at no one in particular, "I'm not good at this alright, I'm not good at this with women and I've never even done this with a guy so this is completely out of my league." He wiped a hand down his face to calm himself

"Well get good Dean, because I think I deserve something," Dean didn't look ready to discuss anything and Chris decided he didn't have enough, "Why didn't you tell me about Sam?"

"If I told you then I felt that would increase the chances of me seeing him,"

"Why don't you want to see Sam?" Chris asked

Dean looked at him, really looked at him, he could see that Chris wouldn't judge him for his actions if they were justified, "Sam told you about our father right, the fight he had with him,"

Chris nodded, "Sam wanted to come to college and his father didn't want him to, they got into a fight and Sam hadn't spoken to him for awhile."

Dean nodded in confirmation, "Sam didn't just want to come to college, Sam wanted to give up hunting all together, and dad didn't like that since we were still chasing the demon who killed our mom. Me?" Dean gestured to himself, "I was proud, Sam had always been the disobedient one growing up, never followed dad's orders, always wanted the picket fence life."

"I was dad's freakin soldier, his soldier, never had a mind of my own but I wanted Sam to have a normal life away from Dad's military training. I tried my best raising him as a kid because ninety percent of the time, dad was never around to do it."

"You stayed away because you were the life he left behind and you didn't want to remind him of that." Chris finished, it was noble as well as stupid, Dean obviously didn't think he deserved a normal life, Chris used to think the same thing as well as his mother who so desperately tried to keep them away from magic for most of their childhoods, "So when we all moved in together-,"

"It was different from when you guys stayed in the dorm, he could see her without leaving and he didn't owe you a warning when he was getting back."

Chris felt understanding, he could feel his pent up anger at Dean slowly slipping away from him, "So you just assumed that I couldn't-,"

"Keep a secret?" Dean finished with a smirk, "Chris I trust you with a lot of things but I don't think you would've kept us a secret a from Sam,"

Chis blew out a puff of air when he knew that Dean was right, secret about magic he could do but secret relationships were out of the question. He refused to be someone's dirty little secret under any circumstance, "I still think you should've told me, Dean,"

"We were in our own little word, baby, I didn't want to burst that bubble just yet," Dean held out his hand and Chris reluctantly took it, he had just realized how cold he was standing outside in his underwear and a T-shirt, "I need you, Chris, the only people I had in my life were Sam and dad and then you had to go and sex your way onto that list."

"You're important to me too, Dean, you and Sam are really all I have left." Dean gave a questioning look and Chris knew he was thinking about Chris's family, "I lied too, my family's not in New York, they're gone, all of them," It hurt but he had to realize they either weren't coming for him or they couldn't, "I have no one else left except for you two, which is why I want to come with you guys."

Dean fervently shook his head, "It's not safe,"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Dean, wouldn't it be safer away from a murderous demon with the demon hunters following me?"

"You'd think but you'd be a lot safer if we weren't around," Dean put his hands on Chris's shoulders and looked the boy in his beautiful eyes, "Chris if I honestly thought it was safer with you around I'd take you in a heart beat, hell killing demons and amazing sex whenever I want that beats all, but I'd rather have you alive so when this shit storm is over I have a sexy ass to come back home too."

Chris stood stunned at him, that feeling of orbs twinkling inside of his stomach again, no one had ever depended on him like Dean had. The man looked at him as if he was Dean world, it was intense, but Chris could bear It because in truth Dean was his world now too.

Neither of them could help themselves anymore, they met in the middle, lips pushed tight together in a kiss that wasn't rushed or fiery but soft and warm. This kiss relayed the message of how much they needed each other.

They parted eventually, the cold biting at both of them, they walked together to Dean's car with the air between them clear of Dean's mess, Chris's mess was a far off problem he hoped he never had to tell, "You better not do something like that again Winchester or you'll have more to worry about than a demon,"

Dean smiled and threw an arm around Chris bringing him closer, "Dully noted,"


The three of them drove silently on their way to Sioux falls, South Dakota, Chris sighed as he believed it was even the funnest of the two. He was anxious to know what awaited him there but the brothers were keeping their lips tight in order not to tell him. They were driving the same way they drove to the hotel, Sam and Dean up front, Chris in the back but this time not antagonizing Dean with subtle sexual comments.

To Chris, less than savory gestures to Dean in the mirror didn't count as an antagonizing.

"Hey Dean where did you get this?"

Sam touched the cat ornament that hung on Dean's rear view mirror, that silenced the Halliwell and the Winchester, Dean looked at Chris who looked right back at him and nodded that it was okay to lie to Sam. Chris didn't know how Sam would take to Chris having slept with Dean, he'd rather not have Sam find that out just after Jess's death. Also that wouldn't be ideal having Sam find out and the man would be stuck with Dean for awhile in a car together.

Dean would rather avoid opening that can of worms.

"It was a gift," He simply answered, hopefully Sam would take just that but if Dean knew his brother then he'd pry until he got all the info.

Sam chuckled, "You get presents now, what woman didn't you piss of because I doubt dad gave it to you." To Sam it was just a normal conversation, he didn't notice how much Chris was taking delight in this.

"She is something I'll give you that much," Chris raised an eyebrow in appreciation, "How you doing back there Chris?"

Chris shrugged, "Doin just fine, Deano-reano," He received a glare pointed in his direction for that, "What?" He asked innocently, "You just said no Deano, so I added something to it," Sam laughed while Dean shook his head, "So about this whole supernatural thing, are you sure there are no good creatures at all?"

"None at all," Sam answered, he had met a myriad of creatures but never one that he could constitute as inherently good, "What constitutes a good creature for you?"

Chris shrugged as he remembered all the creatures back home he had met when he saved the magical community on a daily basis, "Just the story book stuff, stuff like the good witch of the north and all that,"

Dean hummed, "Unless the good witch of the north rips out Bambi's heart for her rituals then we don't have that here," He noticed Chris's line of questioning being the exact same as when he was in the hospital, he also saw that same hopeful look as well. He knew what it was like, wanting there to be good and magic in the world but there was only evil and normal, nothing was born good, it was just evil and normal to him, "Don't worry yourself about it, where we're going you can read all on it if you'd like,"

Chris lied back on his back, noticing Dean's tick of annoyance and interest, "It's just that my aunt Paige and Phoebe, they loved to go on about magic and stuff, they always believed over nurture over nature and the like, balance as well, if there was evil in the world then there had to be good to keep it in check. I just thought it would apply here but I'm guessing the rules are different,"

Sam and Dean shared a look agreeing to stay silent, they'd both seen enough evil to desire there be some good in the world.

They pulled up into a giant junkyard for cars, Chris thought his father would have loved this place since the man had a passion for fixing up old scrap heaps, he even fixed up their granddad's old broken down jeep as Wyatt's birthday present.

"Singer salvage yard?" Chris read off the sign in confusion, "The safest place in the world for me to stay is a junkyard?"

"Beats Florida, you wouldn't believe the crazy amount of BS that happens in Florida,"

Sam turned around to give Chris a proper explanation, "The guy who owns the junkyard, Bobby, he's a friend of the family, well a friend of us seeing as how the last time he saw our dad he almost threatened to shoot him. We used to stay with him a lot when we were younger, whenever dad's hunt for the demon took him out of the country, he's a good guy." They departed from the car and headed up the steps

"Kind of a hard ass but you get to be when you're a hunter and his age," Dean shot off

The door slammed open and a man who was a little shorter than Sam but taller than Chris and about the same height as Dean, his beard was scruffy brown and he had wrinkles on his face that told his years, he was currently holding a shot gun as if it were a cane and it was pointed directly at Dean's face, "Well I'm not attracting any super models anytime soon but I can still handle my business, now what do you two knuckleheads want?" He asked gruffly

The two of them stood stock still, Chris was surprised to see Dean's shoulders square and Sam standing straight making him appear even taller, "Hey Bobby," Dean tested, "We need to ask you for a favor,"

Bobby's eyes narrowed, "Years without a phone call from either of you and you want to come to my doorstep asking for favors?" He looked about ready to fire his shotgun

Sam saw this and thought it best they get right down to business, "It involves the demon,"

Bobby's eyes grew a fraction before settling back he pulled his shotgun away from the boys and led the way inside, "Well come on in," He said with a sigh, "No use in having this out in the open,"

Chris walked in ahead of the boys, he was amused by the entire conversation, Bobby actually reminded Chris of his great grams in a way, hard, professional, no nonsense. He remembered the spirit babysitting him and his siblings in the past along with his grandmother who was almost her opposite.

Once everyone was inside and seated around Bobby's kitchen table, the brothers finally relayed what had happened, with the demon, , how Chris had tried to protect Jess, their missing father, everything Bobby needed to know in order to let Chris stay. Bobby was silent the entire time as Sam told his parts and Dean told his, however Chris felt the distinction that Bobby was paying more attention to him than the two brothers.

"What's his story?" Bobby's nodded in Chris's direction, the boy raised an eyebrow, he had helped fill in as much as he could with the explanation but Bobby doubted him for some reason.

"What do you mean, Bobby?" Sam asked, he also noticed but wanted Bobby to come out with whatever he was thinking, "Chris already told you what he was doing when the demon attacked,"

Bobby gave him a gullible look, "I mean, Sam, I done seen demons with black eyes, demons with red eyes, hell I even seen demons with white eyes in my lifetime, but a demon with yellow eyes, now that's never appeared in any kind of folklore or myth I know about. Which leads me to believe this is one exceptionally powerful creature, and I'm sorry but I found it hard to believe that some teenager fought off something John Winchester hasn't been able to catch in over two decades?"

Chris sweated for once, it hasn't happened often but he was forced to, he couldn't very well say that he used his powers to fight off yellow eyes now could he?

"What else do you want me to say, Bobby?" Chris tried acting as if he was just as stumped as Sam, "The guy threw me out of a window-,"

"And you survived," The old hunter stood and grabbed a flask and a glass from his pantry, he poured a a good amount of water into the glass and set it down in front of Chris, "Drink up,"

"What is it?"

Dean pushed it in front of Chris, he could remembered when he doused their drinks with holy water the first time they ever met, demonic possession was instant so Chris could have been possessed at anytime. He was also rethinking Chris's whole story, Bobby made some points that Dean hadn't thought of himself, "It's holy water, poison to demon, if it hurts you then we'll know you're a demon right away,"

Chris debated not taking it, but they weren't wrong in their mistrust of him, he took the glass, swirled around a little wondering if holy water affected witches, before downing the glass in one gulp. He saw that the three of them were on edge but when he wasn't convulsing in pain they eased up a little, "Sorry that me getting thrown through a window wasn't enough proof for you guys," He said sarcastically

"Precautions every hunter needs to take, you never know who's a demon and who isn't until they're clawing your face off." Dean apologized while nudging Chris's leg with his shoe, he then turned to Bobby who was still skeptical but the man had reason to be skeptical of everything nowadays, "Now can he stay here, Bobby?"

The seasoned man looked between them before gruffly stating, "Fine, not like he has anywhere else to go," He stood on his way to leave the kitchen, "But this isn't permanent, lord knows how much I love babysitting, you're getting a job and earning money to get your own place. In the meantime I'll guess I'll teach you how to ward off demons and the like so the minute you get out there you won't get yourself killed."

He left the kitchen leaving the three boys to contemplate their next actions in silence, "You can stay the night but by God those beds better be made in the morning before you're gone!"

"Good man,"


"How many times do I have to tell you, this won't be our last night?" Dean reiterated for the umpteenth time, he was laying in Chris's bed in Chris's room with Chris next to him holding on to his waist. They had just finished their beloved ritual (Still the best in Dean's opinion) and were cooling down as midnight approached.

Chris shrugged with a smirk, "I don't know, the money shot felt very last timey to me,"

"Well that just means I have to try again," He slapped Chris's shoulder, "Come on, Bettie Page,"

"Wait, Dean, we have to talk first,"

Dean groaned and sat back on his own side, "Come on, every time we have a serious talk we either start yelling or have hardcore sex and I'd prefer the latter,"

Chris laughed as he propped his head up using his hand, "Don't be like that, I promise it's in your favor,"

Now Dean looked suspicious, "What is it?"

"I decided that I'm going to try and keep this from Sam," Chris bit his lip as he could see the surprise on Dean's face as well as the enjoyment, "I can keep this from him but not forever Dean, I'm not setting a time limit but hopefully in the near future I can kiss you without you freaking out if Sam's around." He pinched the man's nipple which made him wince in small pain

Dean looked in Chris's eyes and saw that he was serious, he didn't really enjoy that look at all when it came to Chris, "You're killin me, smalls," The boy's eyes narrowed, "Obviously I couldn't keep this a secret forever, I'll tell him we're shacking sooner or later," He hoped later because he wanted to avoid that conversation until the far future, but for Chris he'd do anything to make the boy feel comfortable with what they're doing.

"That's another thing, I want us to be more than just shacking, I know that the both of us just wanted the benefits but eventually we became the friends part and eventually I started to develop feelings and I know you've developed them for me no matter how much your macho won't let you admit." He continued when Dean looked ready to protest, "I need something more than just what we're doing now,"

Dean gulped, "Does that mean you want me to start calling you my...boyfriend or something?"

Chris looked the same way Dean felt when he said that word, as if it caused literal pain, "Dear God no, that word is not meant for us, it's definitely not meant for you, neither is girlfriend so don't get any ideas."

"Aw but it's cute,"

"No it's not cute," He stressed making sure any inclination to call him that would be met with sever pain, "We're together alright, when you leave we're together and when you come back we're together."

Dean smirked and bumped his head together with Chris's, "I think I'm alright with that, minxie,"


Whew they're finally together, the next few chapters will be the time skip or depending on how well I do the next chapter it will end on a sad note but you all know how the chapter after that will pick back up.