Passenger 3-B

Author's Notes: Hi, I wanted to thank everyone who has patiently stood by this story as I had to settle into my new life in Las Vegas! I really appreciate all the kind reviews and alerts :)

A huge shout-out to the awesome Kinthinia, who took time out of her extremely busy schedule to assist me in this...THANKS!

Chapter Twenty-Seven

After the escapade in the bathroom, they quickly dressed in silence and slowly walked out to Sam's SUV, where he held the door open for his date. Dean gave a self-conscious nod as he climbed in and wondered where they were going. He wanted to know, but the time never felt right as they listened to a classic rock station along the way. Dean then wondered if his set-back in the bathroom had made Sam change his mind and decided to do something else.

"You know, we really don't hafta do anything special, since I'm not worth…" Dean stopped himself as the negative words began forming and wanted to apologize but sensed that wasn't the right thing to do. Deep down Dean knew Sam and Dr. Lowell were right about the unconstructive feelings he had about himself, but how could he forget that losing his family was his fault. "I just want to spent quiet time with you and you only."

Sam sat there in a brief daze as Dean seemed to be aware of the harmful words he almost said about himself and that made Sam worry. Did Dean still see himself as worthless? Or was he sincere? How do I get him to understand?

Sam turned onto a secluded road and soon they ended up at a bed n' breakfast. "I bought this property several years ago and it has amazing views of this beautiful lake that looks like a photograph, especially at night."

Sam went to assist his date out of the vehicle, but Dean was already waiting for him on the sidewalk. Sam led the way to a cozy lobby, where an older man with white hair was waiting for them with a smile.

"Welcome, Sam, its nice to see you again and everything is ready for you and your guest."

"Thanks, Jefferson," Sam said, shaking his hand. "And this is my boyfriend, Dean Winchester."

Jefferson shook Dean's hand, instantly adding a bigger smile, "I am pleased to finally meet you since you are all Sam has been talking about. And I'm sure you'll be happy here as I am." He then led them to the third floor, where only one room was, and Dean stood there in amazement. The large room had a wall of windows that overlooked the property, including that beautiful lake that Sam had mentioned earlier. There was a custom-made enormous bed with a dark cherry wood headboard carved with the initials R & K in it.

"Wow, this place is awesome!" Dean cheered. "The view is breathtaking, especially that lake and those trees…they do look like a photograph."

Sam was very pleased to see Dean excited about something, especially after the gruelling day of that intense therapy with his love ones.

How did you ever find this place?"

"Well, my dad grew up near here and at this lake is where he proposed to my mom, so it's very special to them," Sam replied. "They even carved their initials into an old cherry tree and when it was destroyed by lightening, my dad make it into a headboard."

Dean followed Sam's eyes to the headboard, admiring the love they must've had.

"They really loved each other and…" Sam paused as serious expression appeared, "When I started to make an incredible amount of money, I wanted to buy this property for my parents and build a getaway for them. It was real easy since I knew the owner…it was Jefferson. Although, he was very reluctant to sell at first…he was kinda grumpy that I was going to build a large house. Then he suggested building a cozy place for couple's deeply in love and that's what I did."

"You were really lucky that he ended up selling it to you."

Sam nodded in agreement, "I know, considering that I was incredibly mad at him for not even thinking about my generous offer. However, I didn't know the real reasons until I asked him. He lost his wife, Sarah, to an illness and she spent her last days by the lake since it made her extremely happy. When she died peacefully in her sleep, he granted her last wishes to have her ashes spread over the property."

"Damn, that's sad yet blissful."

Sam smiled, "Yeah, but he was glad to keep busy and supervised in the building of this."

"That's awesome…part is your parents' love, the other is Jefferson and Sarah," Dean said, walking out to the huge balcony to admire the lake that Sam obviously loves.

"Well, my dad never got to see this place, but we did spend time out here by the lake before he died. I stayed here for a few months after Gabe died, but I think the new owner will want to be here more often though." Sam stated with a teasing smile.

Dean was shocked, "You sold this? Why?"

"No, I didn't sell it…I'm giving it to you as a gift to represent how much you mean to me." Sam handed him the deed and the keys. "This place is for special couples who are deeply in love…I love you, Dean."

Dean's jaw dropped; too stunned to take the items form Sam's hand. Why would Sam give me this amazing place? I definitely don't deserve it, especially being a whore…former whore.

"Here Dean, take these." Sam excitedly said, dangling the items in front of Dean's face like a little kid would. "C'mon, I really, want you to have this place."

Dean still couldn't move or say a word, Does he truly want me to have this or does he think I'm a….

"I have a terrible feeling that you're thinking that I see you as a whore and this is a reward for fucking, but its not."

"But, Sam…"

"No…don't!" Sam desperately tried to plead, "You need to listen to my words very carefully…I love you and want to give you things, especially things that come from my heart, since I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Dean stood still, listening to the heartfelt words of his boyfriend. Although, the words seemed sincere, it was somewhat hard for him to grasp as why he worth all the trouble. I think Sam loves me, but he can have anybody, so why me?

"Lets sit down and talk," Sam softly suggested, leading him back inside to a large white leather sofa and handing him bottled water from a nearby mini-frig." Dean, I learned that life is too short and you got to move fast on things you want to do. And I want to share my life with you and lavish you with gifts from my heart. I know I have a long ways to go in regaining your trust again, but I'm going to give it all I have."

"I umm…" Dean cleared his throat, "I do trust you…always have and always will. I know you omitted several things but I forgave you already. I'm the one who needs to be forgiven for all the stupid things I did that led us here…I'm sorry."

Sam cupped his boyfriend's face, "You need to stop apologizing…its very unnecessary."

Dean shrugged, completely exhausted from the long day. "I think it's time for me to go back to the hospital now because I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Actually, I begged your doctors to let you stay out longer while you were talking with your dad…hope that was okay," Sam said, waiting for Dean's response.

"It's okay."

"Sam smiled."Good. How about we eat dinner then talk more. I want to hear about your conversation with your dad and what you want for the future."

"Sure Sam, I would like that," Dean truly admitted. "I really want to know what you want too."

Sam led his boyfriend down to the romantic dining room, where Jefferson brought out baked rosemary chicken breasts, mashed potatoes and a Caesar salad. Sam felt it was important not to overwhelm Dean with food; therefore he kept the menu simple.

"This smells awesome!" Dean cheered as Sam held out his chair for him.

"Yeah, it does," Sam agreed. "And we will have tapioca pudding for dessert too."

Dinner conversation was polite and mostly quiet, both thinking about the upcoming discussion.

TBC…