Marion Hendley watched the dirty man leave with a shudder. She didn't like the looks of him. He was trouble and she was not about to stay the night alone here in her motel. She picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. After a few rings her son's voice came on the line half laughing out a hello. She winced, tonight was the first night he'd had off in a long time and he was probably out having fun with his friends.
"Adam, darling, it's me."
"Mom?" His voice was immediately serious and touched with concern. "What is it, are you ok?"
"Oh yes, sweetheart, I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine." Adam replied sternly. He knew her well.
"I'm just a bit spooked is all."
"What happened?"
"Oh, a man just checked in-"
"What did he do?" Her son's voice was tight and she almost laughed. He was a good boy.
"Nothing really, I-I just don't like the looks of him." She shuddered thinking of the strange man's empty, cold looking eyes and gaunt face. She stood and walked to the window in time to see the man freeze in his tracks. She inhaled sharply as he turned back towards the lobby thinking that he'd sensed her watching, but then noticed that his eyes were on the sign advertising all the great spots to hit in town. He'd gone even paler and was swaying on his feet. "I think there's something wrong with him." She whispered into the phone.
"I'll be there in 5." Adam hung up before she could tell him not to come and that she'd be fine, but she was already relaxing. Adam would be here to keep her company and that was better than anything she could get from the police. Her son was 33, 6 foot 4 and built like one of those UFC fighters she saw on TV. He'd gotten home a few months ago from his last deployment overseas and now that his military career was over he was looking for a job around town. She of course gave him one with her until he found something he liked better, and was enjoying the time she got to spend with her youngest son. He had two older brothers and a younger sister. Jared was 43, Andrew was 40, and Kara had just turned 30. They were all out living lives of their own and barely had time for their mother, all except Adam. He had come home and gotten a house in town not far from hers and if they didn't see each other everyday he at least called to check on her. She was glad he was out of the navy. The Special Forces were dangerous to be in and she was happy that he had come home in one piece. Sure he was a bit different, like the way he was attracted to men, but that didn't change the fact that he was her son. She loved him dearly and smiled as soon as his old beat up blue Jeep pulled into the parking lot.
Adam climbed out of his Jeep looking at the strange man standing in the lot staring at a sign. He was obviously the man his mother had been talking about. He could see her standing in the window, smiling at him. He was torn between going to her and approaching the freakishly dirty man, who was obviously insane, or just drunk. Suddenly the man's eyes were on him and Adam resisted the urge to shrink away. They were a beautiful green color, but that beauty was overpowered by the dull emptiness living in their depths. The man slowly turned away from him, shouldering his bag and unlocked suite four, disappearing inside. Adam rolled his shoulders to get rid of the creepy feeling that had settled there.
Dean dropped his bag on the bed and headed for the shower. The water pressure worked wonders on his muscles as did the extremely hot water, and he would have fallen asleep there if he hadn't been standing. It was a good idea that he had ignored the bathtub, which was rare to find in small motels like this. It was very clean, and very white, except for the flowery borders and light green towels. He figured the old woman probably owned the motel; it was too nice and well cared for, for it to be a chain, and it really appeared to be a suite. There was a bedroom and bathroom separate from a kitchen and living area. A lot of motels called their rooms suites, but this was the first one he'd seen that actually was one. It was decorated in light, sage-like greens and soft flower prints. Very old lady taste, but Dean wasn't about to complain. It was cheap, clean and comfortable.
After about an hour he climbed out of the shower and dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened the duffle and frowned. He didn't fold his clothes when he put them back in his bag, then he realized that this wasn't his bag. Those were Sam's T-shirts and jeans. He lifted up one of the shirts and his senses were awash with what could only be described as Sam's smell. On impulse he held the shirt to his nose and breathed in deeply. Bad idea. His legs turned to water and he collapsed to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. All the guilt and pain he'd been suppressing broke through the walls and he was helpless against their assault. After a while he stood and went back to the bathroom with the shaving kit in Sam's bag. He wasn't going to cross the parking lot in just a towel to get his own, besides he always had used Sam's stuff, mostly just to annoy him the way only big brothers knew how. Once finished he looked in the mirror and tried a smile. It was easier than he thought it would be, but he'd had years of practice to perfect the fake smile so he wasn't all that surprised. He then took some scissors and trimmed his hair. Much better. His face still looked a little thin, and his stomach growled telling him why. He hadn't eaten for three days, let alone slept so after putting on some of Sam's clothes, that were much to large for him, he decided that it was as good as it was gonna get. He bagged up his dirty clothes and grabbed his keys. He needed food and a Laundromat. He had a feeling that all the clothes in his duffle were as dirty as the ones now in a plastic bag, dangling from his hand.
Adam sat outside the lobby watching the door of suite 4. He was leaning back on two legs and was not prepared for what came out of the suite. Catching himself on the window ledge before he could fall he sat and stared at what had to be the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. He moved with the agile grace of a feline predator and had a face that Adam only saw in his wet dreams. He straightened in his chair as the man walked to the trunk of the classic black muscle car he'd arrived in and popped it open. He tossed a bag full of what was probably the gross clothes he came in then slammed it shut. The clothes he had on now looked sa bit too large for his small frame, which caused Adam to come to the conclusion that the strange, yet gorgeous man, must have lost some weight recently, but then again; that reasoning didn't explain the length of the jeans that were dragging on the ground and almost covering the man's boots. He couldn't have shrunk as well. As he came around to the driver's side door he finally noticed Adam sitting there. He flashed the ex-soldier one of the hottest smiles he'd seen and winked before climbing into the car. It roared to life with a sound that caused Adam's already bulging groin to twitch and he was left gaping after the gorgeous car and its even more gorgeous owner.
Dean snickered to himself slightly as he drove. Even starving to death he still had it. Now that he knew where he was he knew some good places to eat. Lawrence, Kansas had always had great restaurants. He wasn't thrilled about ending up where it had all started, but he was over the initial shock. He got some food and felt human again. After tipping the gorgeous waitress he went to the Laundromat and washed his clothes. Every gaze that lingered on him he noticed, and it was helping him get back into the rhythm of Dean Winchester: Hunter and Lover Extraordinaire, not Dean Winchester: Blubbering Baby. He still hurt over Sam, but he needed to at least try to get past the pain, otherwise he'd end up on the floor of some shitty motel room with a bullet from his favorite gun spreading his brains all over the carpet. It was going to be hard, but he had gotten over the death of his father, mostly due to Sam, and somehow he'd get past Sam's death as well. Or, he'd at least bury the pain under booze and sex. He knew he could get some, and without Caz hanging over his shoulder it would be a lot more fun, although that time he took the Angel to that strip club had been one of the best times of his life. He hadn't really laughed for a long time before that, and hadn't since.
He missed Caz now, shit. He got up angrily, stumbling on the hem of Sam's jeans that were ridiculously long on him, and grabbed his clothes from the dryer. He stalked back to the Impala ignoring the wolf whistles sent his way by a bunch of very inebriated women and drove back to the motel. Jeep guy was still sitting in his guard chair, his face softly illuminated by the glow from the window to his right. Dean parked in front of his suite and stretched as he climbed out, knowing full well how the shirt pulled up over his abs in a way that was going to give open-mouth guy over there a raging hard on. Dean wasn't opposed to love from other guys, hell he was in love with one himself, though he'd never really admit it, but he loved to mess with gay guys, especially ex-military ones. He could see navy special forces all over him, just like he could with his own father. He knew the look and the type. Obsessive. This guy wasn't going to be able to get Dean out of his head and the next morning he'd find the young hunter gone. He grinned maliciously as he turned the key and walked into the suite carrying his bag of clothes, and a few other essential items. The bottle of Jack was calling to him very loudly as was the bed. Jack won out and Dean was soon too drunk to care about anything. He passed out around three in the morning whispering Caz's name.
Adam jerked off that night. A cold shower couldn't get rid of the hardness in his groin, nor anything else he could think of and try without hurting himself. He crawled out of bed and went downstairs to the lobby so he could take over for his mother, who had obviously relaxed after seeing man in suite 4 all clean and fucking gorgeous. She had smiled at her son knowingly the previous night when he'd come down from the shower and Adam had to smile. He loved his mother to death, but she was always trying to set him up on dates. He froze in his tracks staring out the window at where his mother was standing with his dream lover, calmly chatting away. The man was leaning against the trunk of his car, hips jutting out enticingly. The clothes he wore today fit him in all the best ways. He had on a light gray button up shirt over a dark gray muscle tee that emphasized his wonderfully muscled chest and abs. The long sleeves of the over shirt were rolled up to his elbows showing off his finely toned arms, and Adam swallowed hard letting his eyes travel further down. His jeans fit snugly, low on his hips, so when he crossed his arms the shirt rode up enough so that Adam saw a sliver of his hips. They both looked up as he came outside and by the look on his mother's face he knew what she'd been doing. Talking him up to the very, very, hot man, who now had his hands crossed behind the back of his head. The pose left his abs exposed as well as just the very tops of his hip bones and Adam couldn't keep his eyes off of them.
"Adam, this is Dean, Dean this is my son I was just telling you about." A slow grin spread across the other man's face as he lowered his arms. Adam swallowed hard, nodding at him. "Well I'll just go get breakfast started then." His mother chirruped happily and practically danced off. Adam shook his head, the woman was a hopeless romantic and determined to find him a partner. He looked up to find Dean's eyes on him, the corner of his oh-so-kissable lips quirked up slightly.
"So, you have a pretty awesome car there Dean." The enigmatic smile grew as Dean ran a hand along the trunk.
"'67 Impala." He replied softly and Adam felt his insides melt. The man's voice sent shivers of pleasure throughout his core.
"It looks in great condition."
"She's a trooper." The man laughed softly gazing down at his car affectionately. Adam grinned then something his mother said repeated in his head.
"What was she saying about breakfast?"