Wrapped in Honey 34/49
Chapter 34
The whole weekend Dean had been debating with himself what to do. He'd come up with a lot of ideas but in the end he wasn't sure.
He should just pack his stuff and leave, he knew that. It was the right thing to do but it was the last thing he wanted to do. But there was so much other stuff he did want to do. Just because he could.
Then, out of the blue, he'd promised Sam a surprise for the evening and with that it was settled.
This was going to be one hell of a surprise.
Dean watched Sam leaving until the gate closed behind the car and then he waited for half an hour just to make sure he wouldn't come back for some reason. The note was written quickly and then Dean was outside. It would be quite a walk into town but he didn't care and if he was lucky he could hitch a ride. He could always say that his car broke down and ask if he could get a ride to the nearest gas station.
In the end exactly that happened. A pick-up truck came to a halt next to him, he didn't even have to try to flag it down, and the driver believed his story without a second thought and with that Dean was in town.
His first stop was the next ATM to get some cash. With his card in his pocket he didn't really need cash but it was a good feeling to have some.
Then he went shopping in the mall. For the most part he browsed the stores and enjoyed just being outside and with people again. He had a coffee and for a while he just sat there and watched the people passing by, wondering what their life might look like. And if they were human or not. There were probably quite some monsters hidden in the crowd but for now Dean didn't want to think about that. He finished his coffee and then let himself drift with the crowd. There was a shop with knives where he spent almost an hours looking at things and he had quite a nice little chat with the owner. He almost bought a hunting knife but in the end he didn't. Mainly because he didn't have an explanation for why he wanted it and he didn't want to worry Sam. If Dean came home with a big ass knife Sam would get all the wrong ideas and probably lock himself into his room over the night. And for sure he would set up the spell again.
On a whim he entered an art supply store, he'd never thought he would ever set a foot in one of those, and had a look at some airbrush pistols. The girl behind the counter looked barely old enough to be in the mall on her own but she knew her way around the stuff she was selling and in the end Dean left the store with a full bag. The next car would look awesome.
For lunch he left the mall and went to a nearby park. It was late in the year but the weather was nice and it was still warm enough to sit outside. He bought a hot dog and relaxed on a bench for a while. Joggers and people with dogs passed by, children were playing on the playground and Dean just enjoyed watching them. He wondered where Sam would spent his lunch break. It would be hilarious if they met like this in the park but Dean didn't even know if Sam worked in this part of the city or somewhere else. It had never came up before. Like so much else. Maybe he should start asking some questions. The last time he'd tried Sam had shut him up with sex but in the right moment he should try again. If Sam survived this day, that is.
"Hope I don't cause him a heart attack." Dean said to himself and couldn't hide a grin. He still had a few hours to kill before his date with Sam, it wasn't a date but yeah ..., so he went back to the mall. He got himself some pie for dessert and bought a few magazines and two books. He'd never bothered with books before but cooped up in Sam's loft for weeks with nothing else to do than to read or watch TV he had developed a taste for them. Okay, now he was busy with his cars most of the time but it was always good to have a backup plan.
He browsed through clothing stores just because they were there and when he found a hardware store he let himself get lost in there. When it was time to head for the diner Dean carried around four heavy bags and the wides grin ever.
He was at the diner early but he was a little surprised that Sam wasn't already waiting for him.
Maybe he dropped dead when he read the note, Dean guessed but wasn't that worried. Incubi were hard to kill, Sam had said so and now he could prove it.
While he waited Dean ordered a coffee and flipped through one of his new magazines. But he couldn't really focus on what he was reading. He kept one eye on the door, waiting for Sam.
It was almost 6:30 when the door opened and a tall figure with shaggy hair stepped in. Dean sat up straighter so Sam could find him more easily.
"Dean." Sam said under his breath and dropped down in the chair across from Dean.
"You made it." Dean greeted him cheerfully. "Great."
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, still with that pressed voice and a haunted look around the diner.
"Relax." Dean tried to reassure him. "I went to the mall, sat in the park, normal stuff. Things normal people do." He grinned at him. "Besides, this is all your fault, you forgot the spell."
At that Sam glared at him but he relaxed a bit. The waitress came over with the menus and for a second Dean wasn't sure if Sam wouldn't just call this off and drag him back home. But then he ordered a coke for himself and accepted the menu.
"When you said you had a surprise for me, I didn't expect this." Sam grumbled but couldn't keep the corners of his mouth down.
"You were surprised, weren't you?" Dean shot back, quite pleased with himself.
Sam just glared at him but before either of them could say something the waitress was back with Sam's coke and ready to take their orders.
"Your treat?" Sam glanced at him and Dean nodded, grin still firmly in place. He would get sore muscles from all the grinning today but he couldn't help it.
When the waitress left with their order Dean leaned back in his seat.
"So I forgot the spell." Sam mirrored his position.
"You forgot the spell."
"When did you find out?"
"Last week." Dean answered. "Wednesday." It hadn't even been a week.
"Why are you still here?" Sam asked, he kept his voice carefully neutral.
"When I noticed the spell wasn't there anymore, I went outside." Dean said. "I got the keys and went down to the street and then up to the corner. I was thinking of just keep on walking."
"Why didn't you?"
"I don't know." Dean shrugged because he really didn't know. "Guess I like living with you."
Sam nodded to that and for a moment they both looked everywhere but the other one.
"I like living with you, too." Sam said after a moment.
"You like the good meals and the awesome sex." Dean stated but he knew that wasn't true. At least not the entire truth.
"And you stayed only because of the awesome sex." Sam countered.
"Guilty."
Their meals arrived and for a while they ate in silence.
"What are you going to do now?" Dean asked. He'd finished his burger and was now nibbling on the last few fries. "With the spell I mean."
"Dunno." Sam admitted. "It's rather pointless now, isn't it?"
"You're the boss, it's your decision."
Hurt flashed over Sam's face and Dean regretted his words immediately.
"You knew you could just leave for almost a week and you stayed." Sam finally answered. "If you ever change your mind would you talk to me first?"
Dean thought about that. It meant he would give Sam the chance to hold him back, with force if necessary, if he didn't want to let him go.
"If I ever want to leave I'll tell you." He promised.
"Thank you." Sam's smile was warm and natural. "How about some pie for dessert?"
"Sure you're not a mind reader?" Dean teased and conveniently forgot to mention that he already had pie for lunch. But he felt like celebrating and if he wanted pie twice a day he would have pie twice a day. He'd gone hungry too often in his life.
"I have my secrets." Sam answered and flagged the waitress down to order their pie.
When they were alone again Sam leaned in and lowered his voice to make sure only Dean could hear him.
"You know, I still owe you a blowjob." Sam reminded him. Had that been this morning? It seemed ages ago. "So when we get home, I'm going to suck your brains out."
"Hmm." Dean made. "I'd like that."
"One the other hand." Sam dropped back in his chair. "I should spank your sorry ass for pulling this stunt today."
"You're a kinky bastard, you know that, right?" Dean liked his kinks now and then but spanking wasn't something he was into so he was pretty sure Sam would settle for the blowjob instead. At least he hoped so.
They had their pie and then Dean paid for their meal. It was dark when they left the diner and headed for Sam's car.
"What the hell is all this stuff?" Sam blurted out when he saw the bags Dean was carrying.
"I had some time to kill." Dean defended himself and most of the stuff was for his business anyway. God, sounded that snobby.
"How did you get into town?"
"Walked for a bit and caught a ride for the rest."
"You're impossible." Sam shook his head.
Back home Dean put away the stuff he'd bought and then went upstairs to see if Sam would carry through with the promised blowjob. It would just be the perfect ending for a perfect day.
He found Sam on the couch with the TV on.
"Wow, that's romantic." Dean sat down next to him. "What's on?"
"Some cop show."
They sat in silence and watched the TV cops stumble around a crime scene.
"Are you mad?" Dean asked.
"No." He sighed. "I've just no clue what this thing between us is." He admitted and switched the TV off. "I know how this started, with clear roles and rules to follow, but that lasted how long? A day? And what we have now ..." He trailed off.
"Remember in that bar before everything went sideways?" Dean asked. "When I called you my boyfriend?"
"Yeah?"
"I meant that." Dean wasn't sure if he would ever say the big three words but he had feelings for Sam. Strong feelings. And if he wasn't completely wrong here, Sam felt the same.
Sam didn't answer but Dean hadn't expected him to declare his love to him. Instead Sam looked him in the eye and then angled his head to bring their mouths together. Dean parted his lips to let him in.
"We're so fucked up, you know that?" Sam broke the kiss and studied his face.
"Yep." Dean made, popping the word. "But you've just dosed me up with your spit stuff and you've promised me a blowjob so let's just not think about that right now and focus on the important questions in life."
"Which are?" Sam raised an eyebrow to that.
"Do you want to go to your knees here or in the bedroom?"
Chapter 35
Masterpost