As they talked and ate, Dean felt a familiar feeling. He remembered a little of what he talked with Kyle about the night before, feeling oddly comfortable. He never had an issue picking up strangers, but he rarely actually cared about what they had to say. It was something new for him.

He found himself sharing more than he had in a long time, smudging some of the details of course. Before he knew it, he was telling the kid about the case, again not exactly telling the whole truth.

"These are the people we're looking for. I need to know if you see any of them, they are dangerous." He showed Kyle pictures of the witch and her back-up so he could have the extra pair of eyes. If the kid had to tag along, he might as well be useful and truth be told, he liked teaching him. He used to love to teach Sammy when he was finally old enough to hunt.

He had forgotten how much he liked having someone watch his back and help him work out a plan. The kid was smart, that's for sure; and he picked up a lot of details that Dean missed. Overall, the plan was a lot smoother than if he had just worked it up on his own, which was definitely to their advantage. The first move was to find the witches and Dean had a hunch as to where they would go next.

As they drove down the highway, they made some small talk when the music got repetitive and after that, they sat quietly, Dean watching the road while Kyle watched the passing scenery. As they pulled into town, locating a motel to set up in, the silence filling the car was broken. "So why did you say you wouldn't go home with someone like me?"

Dean was caught off guard by the question, having been going through his own thoughts. "Uh… Well, you're just not my normal type. That's all."

Kyle looked skeptical, after having spent the night and a few hours with the older man, he thought they got along great. "And what is your normal type?"

The hunter thought for a moment, before answering. "Well, usually they're women… But for men, I usually like them tall and brooding, not pretty and doe-eyed."

Kyle smacked Dean's arm and then held onto the dash and the car swerved into a parking spot.

"Watch it, I'm driving here!" He yelled dramatically before looking over and laughing. "I guess you're not so bad…"

He scoffed, mocking offense. "Not so bad, he says."

Dean stopped laughing long enough to make eye contact, thinking to himself that earlier, he thought the kid's eyes were blue, not green. He was almost certain of it. Before he knew it, he was unbuckling his seatbelt, leaning over to the other side of the car. His hand crossed the boy, resting on the side of his neck, pulling him up to close the gap. Their lips connected, surprising the passenger.

Kyle closed his eyes immediately and leaned forward, more than willing to meet the warmth of the hunter's mouth. Just as he was about to bring his own hands up, Dean broke away, keeping their faces to close. He tried to lean in again, initiating another kiss, but the older man pulled back again, just slightly.

Dean tightened his grip on the boy's neck for a moment before letting go and sitting back against his own seat.

Kyle licked his lips and looked over. "You're not so bad yourself." He smiled and got out of the car, leaving Dean to wonder why exactly he'd done that and why he wanted to do it again.

- The Motel -

Normally Dean wouldn't spring for a room, but Kyle begged him and offered to pay for it. Plus, it had been a while since he'd had some time with the magic fingers.

They went over the plan again, getting ready for tomorrow before Kyle claimed the shower. They only had another 6 hours or so to go in the morning, but the kid was right, a shower and some good sleep wouldn't hurt their cause at all.

"I'm gonna go grab a pizza from down the street, don't go anywhere!" He hollered on his way out the door. A while later, Kyle made his way out of the bathroom, a towel being furiously rubbed against his hair. The tiniest bit of water dripped down his back, into his pants as he dug through his pockets for change. He was too thirsty to wait for Dean and there was a soda machine right around the corner.

Dean fumbled with his motel key for a moment before opening the door to an empty room. He set the pizza on the table, his stomach dropping as he called out. "Kyle?" He peeked in the bathroom before slamming his fist against the wall. "Fuck! I shouldn't have left…"

All of the things that could have gone wrong ran through his mind and as he turned to leave, heading for the car and his big guns, the main door opened behind him. Before it closed, he rushed across the room, both relieved and angry. "Where the hell were you? I told you not to leave!"

Kyle stepped back against the door, thrown by how upset the other man was. "I just went to get a soda. It's not a big deal."

Dean took a deep breath. "Not a big deal? Do you have any idea how worried I was?" His tone went from pissed off to genuinely upset and his seriousness struck Kyle. "Please, just don't do that again."

Kyle gulped, feeling like a jerk for making Dean worry. He wasn't used to such a simple act being so serious or dangerous and Dean was just looking out for him. He was worried about him. He nodded. "I won't."

They looked at each other for a moment before they both moved in, lips crashing, hands pulling at clothing. Dean didn't know what he was doing, but he couldn't stop himself. He'd been so worried for a moment and now that Kyle was back, he was so relieved, he just wanted to touch him everywhere and make sure he was all right. Kyle set his drink down, barely landing it on the edge of the table as they quickly made their way to the bed.

The young man couldn't help but think that it felt so good to have their bare bodies rubbing together. It was even better than the other night when they were both drunk and fumbling. This time, every move that Dean made was precise and it sent wave after wave of pleasure through him as he stroked him.

As they kissed and touched, there was a nagging feeling in the back of Dean's mind that he chose to ignore for the time being. He pushed it out of his mind as he slowly slid inside the small boy underneath him, shutting his eyes tightly.

Kyle bit his lip and dug his fingers into Dean's arms. They'd been together the night before, but without much preparation, it was still a tight fit. Dean chose to distract him from the discomfort by kissing the sensitive skin on his neck.

Kyle groaned as the other found one of his sweet spots with his tongue and he called out his name to let him know that he was ready. They continued to kiss and touch as they moved together. Kyle broke their lip lock to let out a breathy moan as he felt Dean dragging completely out of him only to re-enter a moment later.

Dean thrust harder as he heard the noises coming from his partner. He could feel his own orgasm building just as he could feel the boy below him, gripping him tighter all over. He reached his hand between them and stroked along with his movements, determined to be the second to climax.

Kyle grabbed Dean with one hand and the bed sheets with the other as he came, the hands on him overloading him with pleasure. Just as he was getting uncomfortably sensitive, Dean released as well, pulling out and collapsing on top of him. As they both breathed heavily, Dean moved to lay beside him.

As the foggy afterglow of sex wore off, the nagging thought came back to him. He was getting way too attached to this kid way too quickly. They needed to finish this hunt fast so that he could drop him off safely and never see him again. Even as that crossed his mind, Dean felt like he couldn't do it. He didn't want to never see Kyle again and that scared him more than any monster he'd ever hunted.

- TBC