The Hunter He Will Love
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Chapter 4: A Pint of My Heart
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Chris and Dean appeared at P3 and ordered their drinks. The music was too loud so they didn't talk. Chris picked up their drinks and led Dean to the room he stayed in.
"You live here?" Dean said in astonishment.
Chris nodded and handed over the beer. Chris sat quietly, watching Dean quickly down some of his drink. Dean sat on Chris's couch that he had turned into a bed.
"They don't know that you are related to them?" Dean questioned.
Chris paused in his observations, "Who?"
"The witches," Dean replied.
Chris smiled sadly and nodded. He looked at the roof and was reminded of his past.
"I don't want them to know. How can I tell them that I came back in time to save Wyatt, because he'll be turned evil in the next year or two?" Chris said softly.
"Well that would suck. You must miss the people you know in the future," Dean commented.
Chris looked over at Dean and smiled warmly. They paused for a moment and then sipped their drinks. Chris stared intensely at Dean and remembered all of the history he had with the older man. Since meeting Dean again Chris had begun to feel like a teenager again. Dean had no idea just how much Chris had missed his future self, or how happy it had made Chris to be able to see him again.
Dean dropped eye contact after a moment before meeting Chris's gaze again with his own curious one. Chris put his beer down and crossed the small area that separated them. Chris pushed Dean down and quickly pressed his lips to the other mans.
Just as quickly as he had started, Chris withdrew. Dean stared at Chris with a horrified expression. Dean quickly stood up and started to lift his fist. He put his fist down and turned towards the door. When he made his way to the door Chris grabbed his arm and stopped him in his tracks.
"Please Dean, don't go, I'm sorry. I missed you and you're exactly the same. Please stay, I won't do it again," Chris begged in a voice that seemed to be suited to a face full of tears.
Dean manoeuvred himself so he could lean against the door.
"Do we have a- a thing in the future?" Dean demanded to know. "Tell me Chris!"
"If I tell you, you can't tell the sisters," Chris whispered.
Dean nodded in agreement and waited for Chris's explanation.
"I love you, but you don't love me back. When Wyatt killed the Charmed Ones I started a resistance against him. You and Sam had split ways because Sam had a demonic girlfriend when you discovered my group. You then taught me how to fight without magic and I fell in love with you. We got drunk once and," Chris paused in his recount with a blush. "I confessed like a little girl. You told me that I was too young."
Dean looked at Chris sceptically, "When were you born?"
Chris went bright red, "Next year."
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So I have just realized that my hard copies of this story are packed in a box somewhere… SO no updates for a while.
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