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A Heart Needs a Second Chance - Alternate Scene (Chapter 7)
It had been a few days since Cas left with Jack, and Dean was not coping well. At first Dean had been pissed, but then he remembered he asked Cas to give him a few days, and that was likely what the angel was doing…
But still. Dean really hadn't expected things to go down the way they did, and considering Cas's reaction to realizing they had taken their relationship in a different direction, Dean quickly realized maybe the reason Cas didn't mention anything the first go round was because, while he was stuck loving Dean, he didn't really like him.
Which compounded the loss of the second chance they both got to experience. Dean looked down at the dry, pressed Daisy, that he kept in his own journal, with a soft sigh. However brief, he did get to experience some happiness.
And that was when Dean decided he needed some alone time at Travis's bar. Flipping the journal closed, he grabbed the keys to Baby and snuck through the bunker.
The last thing Dean needed was to run into the happy couple with their sad eyes and encouraging smiles. And thankfully, somebody was on his side as he reached the bunker's garage without seeing anyone.
The drive flew past as his mind raced, and Dean was just going to ask Travis for the entire bottle of whatever bathtub fermented hooch they had available.
After Dean parked, he made his way into the bar. It was a little hopping, but the bar was still mostly empty, the patrons mostly scattered among the booths and the dance floor.
Dean waved his hand at Aubrey, who covered for Travis some nights, and placed a fifty dollar bill on the bar top. "Something strong, and preferably the entire bottle."
“I guess you didn’t have a great day,” a familiar voice said next to him. When he looked to his left, Steve was sitting on the barstool next to him, giving him a wink. “Hello, stranger.”
Dean's eyebrows shot up as he flashed him a surprised smile. "Thought you were only staying here for a week?"
“Yeah, I thought so, too. But things change,” he replied with a shrug before he gave him a charming smile. “Though it’s nice to bump into you again.”
Dean let out a chuckle as he offered a shot glass to Steve. "Would've thought I chased you off after that last encounter."
Steve thanked him with a wink. "I'm not easily scared. So you're here again. I take it your situation is still complicated?"
"That's one way to put it," Dean said with a scoff as he poured for them both.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" Steve offered in a calm and soothing voice as he took the shot glass to hold it out to Dean for a toast.
Dean clinked his glass to Steve's and then downed it before pouring himself another. "I doubt you have that kind of time."
Steve threw back his shot and scrunched up his nose before he looked at Dean again. "I have time, but you can give me the Cliff’s Notes."
Dean poured him another shot. "It's like something straight out of Days of Our Lives."
Steve chuckled, getting a faraway look before he nodded. "Life sometimes writes the worst stories."
Taking that for the challenge it was, Dean sank back against the bar, turning to face Steve fully. "The, uh… the guy you remind me of, he's been my best friend for a decade, and recently lost all memories of me after an incident." Dean took another shot. "So in helping him get his memories back, we both realized he might have been in love with me."
Steve raised his eyebrows. "That's good, isn't it?"
With a mirthless chuckle, Dean spun the shot glass against the bartop. "Well, to make a long story short, we took our relationship to the next level, and then he got his memories back. And he's, uh… not happy about what happened."
Steve looked thoughtful at that before he nodded, "I'm guessing there was more to the story than him being in love with you?"
"We've had some real dark downs."
Steve downed his shot and nodded again. "So I'm guessing although he was in love with you he had decided not to be with you, and was angry because you got together when he didn't remember those reasons."
Shit. Laying it out like that made it all the more fucked. "Yeah. Fuck." Dean rifled a hand through his hair before he poured another round.
"But you're still friends with him?" Steve leaned a little closer. "Is there still a chance of salvaging this?"
Dean shook his head. "I… I don't know if there is." He flashed Steve a sad smile and downed another shot.
"Maybe try though," Steve suggested after a long moment, putting his hand on Dean’s forearm. "Some things are worth fighting for. I mean, what is there to lose?”
Dean looked down at Steve's hand and gently clasped his own over it. "Probably not much more than what I've already lost…"
Steve's thumb rubbed over the back of Dean's hand, his eyes soft and sympathetic. "From my perspective he would be pretty dumb to turn you down."
"You haven't had to deal with my temper." Dean sighed and squeezed Steve's hand.
Steve gave him a wolfish grin. "I might not know you so well, but your friend... he was friends with you for a long time. So you can't be that bad, if he kept you around and fell in love with you twice."
Dean snorted. "No accounting for taste."
"I don't know…" Steve shrugged, licking over his plush lips. "...you're pretty sexy."
Falling easily into old habits, Dean flashed him a small smirk. "You're not so bad yourself."
"You know, if you're interested in a distraction from all this drama, we could go somewhere more private," Steve suggested with a flirty smile.
Dean lifted his hand and gently dragged his fingers along and behind Steve's ear. It was damn appealing. Especially with everything so… complicated and depressing. This would be easier, hooking up with a Cas doppelganger. "You still at that motel next door?"
"Yes." Steve leaned into Dean's hand before he kissed the inside of his palm. "Do you want to go?"
As blue eyes locked with Dean's, a sharp twist of emotions coursed through him. Torn between saying yes and saying no. Dean wanted this, so desperately, but he really wanted it with Cas. "You have no idea how much I'd like to say yes…"
Steve nodded with a sigh as he leaned back. "Well, you can't fault me for trying."
"Trust me," Dean said with a laugh, "if I wasn't stupidly in love with Cas, I'd be the one dropping to my knees this time."
"Hey, if it really doesn't work out for you guys and you're over him... well, I will probably still be here." Steve sighed and shook his head. "Although I really hope I can go soon."
Dean furrowed his brow. "If you want to leave, what's keeping you here?"
“It’s not something I’m supposed to talk about,” Steve said after a moment. “Let’s just say I have to wait for a certain date, and then hopefully I can go back home to California.”
Dean felt the rush he got when helping someone on a case. He poured Steve another drink. "What's the date?"
"The original date was a few days after we met for the first time. And now it's set for late November. It's a court date. If I'm lucky it won't get pushed back further." Steve shook his head. 'But yeah, if you need an open ear I will be here for at least another month."
"You in trouble?" Dean asked.
Steve made a vague hand gesture. "Not really. As long as I lay low and stay away from California. My ex boss is hopefully going to prison in November."
Dean poured them both another shot. "Sounds like you need someone to talk to yourself."
Steve shook his head. “I actually already said too much on that topic. I’ll just be glad when it’s over.” He gave Dean a wink. “And you’re a very nice distraction.”
Dean moved to stand and grabbed the bottle. "Come on, let's take this to your room. It's getting loud in here."
Steve's eyebrows raised. "Alright." He grabbed his jacket and gave Dean a smile. "Let's go."
Dean followed Steve out through the door and across the dirt road that led to the little motel room. He took a swig of the hooch before offering it to Steve.
Steve took a sip with another smile that looked definitely flirty, before he gave the bottle back and opened the motel room door. It took him a few tries so the alcohol was already working. "Welcome to my humble home," Steve said with a chuckle as he let Dean in.
The room was still surprisingly clean. Dean recalled whenever they got rooted by accident, the motel room turned into a war zone. But then, Dad always refused to have the housekeepers in. Such a paranoid bastard. "I'm familiar with calling a place like this home."
“You lived in a motel before?” Steve asked in surprise as he toed off his shoes and climbed on the bed, switching on the TV.
Dean followed suit, moving to sit next to Steve. "Most of my life. We drifted around a lot, for my dad's work."
“That couldn’t have been easy,” Steve murmured as he leaned against Dean’s shoulder, his body radiating warmth.
Dean couldn't help but enjoy the simple intimacy. Fuck, it made him miss Cas. "Could've been worse, and at least I know how to find the best motels."
"My last motel had magic fingers." Steve sighed wistfully before he looked up. Dean got caught in the blue of his eyes. It was similar to Cas's, but not the same shade of blue. "I miss those."
"Don't even get me started on magic fingers," Dean breathed out, unable to break a hauntingly familiar, yet entirely foreign gaze.
Steve gave him a soft smile before he leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to Dean's lips.
Dean couldn't help but succumb for a moment, his hand resting at the side of Steve's neck as he kissed him back.
A soft gasp fell from his lips before he pulled back to look at Dean with a sheepish expression. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Dean let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "I couldn't either, but…" he looked down for a moment, a rush of emotions making his heart ache. "Fuck, I miss him."
Steve licked over his own lips as if he was still tasting the kiss. He hummed softly and grabbed Dean's hand again, stroking over it. "It might be a fucked up suggestion... but I feel really lonely so you have to forgive me... Do you want to pretend... you know... that I’m him?"
Shit. That was both fucked and absolutely appealing in every way. Dean had always been a firm believer that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. Steve was giving him a best of both worlds option here, by being that someone else and eerily similar to the angel that had Dean twisted up in a knot of feelings that was restricting blood flow to his heart. “That… that wouldn't be weird for you?”
Steve gave him a soft smile before he reached up and gently touched Dean's cheek. He shook his head. "No, I like a bit of roleplay and if it helps... win win. It also helps that you look like my ex."
Dean let out a soft laugh. “Well, then I guess I could offer the same to you.” He leaned in, capturing Steve's lips in a featherlight kiss.
Steve gasped, kissing him back in a teasing way, just fleeting and soft kisses, a quick playful lick over Dean's upper lip. "Yeah, not in quite the same way, but that definitely works for me."
Dean nodded, bracing his hand against Steve's chest as he drew him in for another kiss. One he deepened, and as he tried to think of Cas, the tiny, slightly different ways Steve responded to the kiss, the almost submissive take to Dean's give, was both arousing and a little heart wrenching. He knew he wouldn't be able to fully immerse, but goddamnit, he wanted to try.
"Fuck, Dean," Steve breathed out as his fingers found the hem of Dean's shirt, slipping under it to stroke over Dean's heated skin. "Your kisses should be illegal... How do you want me? Any kinks or preferences?"
Dean pulled his shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. “I, uh… usually bottom. I think I'd… like to top this time,” he said gruffly as he started unbuttoning Steve’s shirt.
He could see the surprise on Steve's face before the guy smiled at him, biting down on his lower lip before he helped Dean pull out his shirt, revealing slightly tanned skin and defined abs, not the body of a weight lifter, but he clearly worked out. "I like that very much. Anything else?" He asked as he quickly opened Dean’s belt.
Dean's heart ached a little as he said, “I know you don't, but maybe… say you love me?”
There was a slight hesitation in Steve's movement, opening Dean's jeans as he looked up at him with a pained expression. But he nodded and leaned up to draw Dean into a soft kiss, whispering, "Dean... I will do anything you want."
“That goes both ways, Steve,” he murmured, caressing his hands down Steve's torso. He dove in for another kiss, now an underlying need and almost desperation to the movement.
Steve gasped into the kiss when Dean's fingers touched Steve's nipples and he groaned deeply as his hips arched desperately up and against Dean's. "Please, Dean," he whispered in between hungry kisses. "I love you, please fuck me."
The tone was wrong, the lack of a deep gravel, but Dean soaked in the words for a brief, glorious moment. “Lube? Condoms?” he murmured as his lips trailed down Steve's pulse point.
"Yeah," Steve breathed out, turning his head to give Dean more space on his throat. "In the drawer on your right. Fuck," he cursed and Dean could feel him opening his own jeans, trying to get them off.
Taking charge, Dean tucked his fingers in the hem of Steve's pants and pulled them down in one tug, feeling his mouth water at the sight of eerily similar sharp hip bones. He leaned over and pulled open the nightstand drawer, taking a moment to appreciate that the condoms and lube were placed on top of the bible. Dean flashed him a smile as he held them up. “Wanna prep yourself for me?”
"You want a show?" Steve asked with a seductive smile as he got rid of his already low hanging tented boxers. His cock was thick and already leaking precum. Steve reached out to take the lube from Dean, licking over his own lips as he pushed himself up into a kneeling position. "Want to take me from behind. Might help with your fantasy?"
“Yeah,” Dean breathed out as he shuffled off his own pants and underwear.
Steve pulled him into a hungry kiss before he turned around on all fours, presenting a very sexy and defined ass to Dean. He reached back with a lubed finger, moaning deeply as he spread the lube around his flutering hole and pushed the finger in, immediately starting to fuck himself on it. He looked like he was used to it.
“Fuck,” Dean groaned, unable to stop himself from stroking his own leaking erection. “You're so sexy.”
The groan that followed Dean's words was muffled by the pillow as Steve stretched his hole with two fingers now, the digits easily sliding inside. "Fuck, can't wait to feel you, Dean."
Dean kneeled behind Steve, using his free hand to squeeze Steve's firm ass. “Tell me when you're ready.”
"I'm ready for you to wreck my hole, fuck. Dean." And Dean could see it, Steve easily could push a third finger inside, stretching his hole.
Without missing a beat, he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolled it over his painfully hard dick. Dean grabbed the lube and slicked himself up as he braced a hand on Steve's lower back. “Fuck, can't wait to feel you…”
Steve pulled his fingers out of his hole, leaving it open and gaping for Dean as he arched his back in a submissive stance, groaning deeply into the pillow. His voice sounded broken from lust, "Dean, I love you, please take me."
Dean lined up his cock and slammed in, hands digging into the meat of Steve's hips as he started fucking into the man at a savage pace, chasing away the ache in his heart with the thrusts of his cock.
Steve pushed himself up on his hands, throwing his head back in lust. From behind, his hair really looked like Cas's, wild and soft, the same length. It was easier to pretend. The man under him gasped out as he pushed back onto Dean's brutal pace. "Oh, fuck!" he cried out.
Dean leaned forward, using his right hand to curl into Steve's hair, yanking his head back as he fucked into him even harder. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he growled as the pleasure created a hazy fog in his head. This was exactly what he needed.
"Yes, oh, fuck," Steve pressed out in between heavy panting and deep moans, leaning into the hand that was pulling on his hair like a touch starved cat. "Oh, god, I can't... fuck. You will make me come untouched... you fuck so good, Dean."
Dean's cock twitched inside that tight, vise-like channel at the thought, slamming into Steve with such a brutal force, his own vision was starting to white out from the sheer pleasure. “Fuck, yeah, come for me, come on my cock,” he groaned, his grip tightening on Steve’s hair and hip, practically yanking him up and down on his cock like a human sex toy.
"Dean, oh, fuck!" Steve cried out, his hole clenching hard around Dean's dick as the man moaned through his orgasm, coming untouched on Dean's cock, just like Dean had told him to do. "Fuck, I love you, Dean. Please, come inside me."
Between the clench and the words, Dean moaned outright before he slammed in two, three, four more times, until he tumbled over the proverbial ledge. He let go of Steve's hair to grasp his hips as he held on, filling the condom with full body shudders. “Fuck, Cas… I love you.”
Steve fell forward, face first into the pillow with a contented groan as he reached back to touch Dean's hip, gently stroking over it as if he was comforting Dean while he tried to catch his breath.
Dean collapsed against Steve, still inside him, and peppered kisses along the nape of his neck, the salty taste of sweat hitting all his senses in the delightful, dirty afterglow that was a really, really good fuck. “Holy shit,” he murmured against heated skin.
“You can say that again,” Steve purred as he stretched his arms and arched his back, clearly enjoying that Dean hadn’t pulled out yet. “The way you fuck, seriously…”
“You're one to talk,” Dean breathed out through a laugh, lazily draping his arm around Steve’s torso.
Steve shifted on his side and curled up against Dean with a soft sigh and a chuckle. "I didn't do anything. I just let you fuck me."
Dean chuckled and said, “Incorrect, you also begged like a porn star and played into my fantasy.”
Steve pressed a soft and lingering kiss to Dean's arm. "Did it help?"
With a soft, mirthless laugh, he said, “Not really, but the sex was a damn good distraction.”
Steve gently stroked Dean's arm with a soft sigh. "Yeah, it was. I really missed this... you have no idea."
“Well, seeing as I'm now single…” Dean hummed to hold back the pain that thought caused, “...I could give you my number.”
For a moment Steve didn't say anything. The silence said even more than the hollow sounding words that followed, "Sure. I would love that."
Dean craned his neck to look at Steve's face as much as he could. “I don't have to if you… if you need this to be a one time thing.”
Steve gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he shook his head. "It's not that. Just that... I think you should try and talk to your friend. You love him. You shouldn't give up on that."
With a soft sigh, Dean shook his head. “I don't think we can come back from this.”
He could feel Steve's hand stroking gently over Dean's arm, tracing patterns on his skin. "You don't know as long as you don't try. It's worth fighting for. You will regret it, if you don't, believe me."
“Why should I have to be the one to fight for it? Why shouldn't it be the one who left, the one who ended things?” Dean shook his head and braced his forehead against the back of Steve's head. “No, it's done. And at least we can use each other for an itch.”
Steve hummed thoughtfully before he nodded. "Yeah. I mean you know best where you stand. I just don't want to be in the way or... that you will regret what we did."
Dean pressed another kiss to the back of Steve's neck. “Not even a little.”
Steve hummed and Dean could feel he was relaxing in his arms. "Do you have any kinks or stuff you always wanted to try out?" he asked, obviously changing the subject.
“Honestly? You're the second man I've been with, so… I've never really thought about it,” he said, basking in the intimacy.
"Was this your first time topping?" Steve asked as he lifted Dean's hand to his lips, kissing the individual fingertips.
Dean nudged his nose against Steve's earlobe. “With a guy, yes.”
Steve sighed softly before he swirled his tongue around Dean's index finger, licking it. "You were awesome, taking charge like that. I felt like your sex toy."
With a hum, Dean pulled Steve closer. “I liked how pliable you were, makes me wonder what other positions I could get you in.”
Steve gasped softly, rocking his hips back in a barely there motion. “You can have me in any position you want.”
“Don't threaten me with a good time,” Dean murmured, gently pulling out before his slowly hardening cock caused the condom to shift. He pulled the rubber off of his cock and flipped Steve around, diving in for another kiss.
Steve kissed him back with an underlying need and hunger, his erection pressed against Dean's leg as his fingers found Dean's hair, carding through the strands in a gentle way, and in stark contrast to the desperate kiss. He spread his legs for Dean, pulling him on top of him.
Dean slotted himself between those strong legs, never once breaking the kiss as his erection dragged across Steve's hole. “Goddamn,” he breathed out against his lips.
Steve whined as he softly bit Dean's lower lip, his hips moving against Dean, causing the head of Dean's cock to teasingly press against Steve's pliant hole. “You make me so needy,” Steve managed to confess in between open mouthed kisses.
“Fuck, you're so sexy,” Dean growled, the head of his cock now easily slipping past that ring of muscle. Dean gasped as he kissed Steve again.
Steve crossed his legs behind Dean, groaning into Dean's mouth before he leaned back and looked at him. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting as he asked, “You want to fuck me without a rubber?”
“Shit,” Dean breathed out, not even thinking, he had just gotten so wrapped up… “Sorry, want me to pull out?”
“No, please,” Steve said quickly, his eyes widened as he held onto Dean's arm. “Not if you don't want to. Do you want to fill me with your cum?”
Dean groaned as he started pushing in, nodding as he captured Steve's bottom lip between his teeth. “So fucking bad…”
Steve gasped and closed his eyes for a moment as he spread his legs further for Dean, making him slide even deeper into the tight heat. “Fuck, your cock feels so good without a rubber. I want your cum everywhere.’
“Fuck,” Dean moaned as he started fucking into Steve again. The lack of the rubber really made Dean feel every move as he thrust into that tight channel.
“Can I lick your cock when you're done filling my hole?” Steve asked in between gasps and moans.
Dean groaned again, appreciating the filthy suggestion. He had never been with anyone willing to perform ass to mouth. “Fuck yes,” Dean growled, fucking Steve faster, harder, diving in for another hungry kiss.
“Oh, fuck. Love how big you are, Dean.” Steve lifted his arms up over his head, biting his lower lip as he gave Dean a pained look. "Please, Dean. Hold me down?"
Without disrupting his rhythm, Dean clasped his right hand over both Steve's wrists, pinning them above his head as his other hand wrapped around Steve's neck. “Like this?” he grunted as his thrusts grew more vicious.
Steve gasped and his lips parted as he locked eyes with Dean. It felt intense. "Yeah, just like that. Fuck. I'm so close."
“Wanna feel you come,” Dean groaned as gently tightened his grip on Steve's throat before diving in for another kiss, a soft, sweet, slow kiss in complete conflict with the pace of his slam fucking into that tight hole.
Steve's breathing hitched and he gasped into the kiss, his hole clenching hard around Dean's cock as the man under him shuddered and came, never once stopping kissing Dean.
Fuck, twice in a row had Dean dizzy and he could feel as the coiling in his groin started to unravel. Dean moaned into the kiss, until his thrusts grew erratic and less than a couple minutes had Dean coming hard, filling Steve with a shudder as he gasped.
Steve mewled under him, followed by a moan. "Fuck, feels so good. You coming inside me." The man closed his eyes for a moment, a smile on his lips.
“Feels good to come inside you,” Dean murmured, dropping his forehead against Steve's as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, I think I could stay like this.”
Steve was still under his grip, but he wasn't complaining, he just looked very content and the soft smile was still there, on abused looking lips. "If it was up to me, your cock could move in rent free," he joked, licking over his lips before adding a quiet, "you feel amazing."
“So do you,” Dean murmured as he relaxed against Steve, his hand now curling into his messy hair.
Steve purred and nudged into Dean's fingers with his hand, obviously enjoying Dean's fingers in his hair. "I have a silly request. You can totally say no."
After everything Steve had given him, barring the request being murder – and honestly that was negotiable – Dean gently cupped Steve's cheek with his other hand. “Shoot.”
Steve looked uncharacteristically shy in that moment. There was a soft blush on his cheeks and he looked away. "Can you give me a hickey on my throat... where it's visible?"
Dean couldn't help but smile, and instead of answering, he dipped his head down, latching his lips high on Steve's pulse point and started sucking the flesh between his teeth.
"Oh, fuck," Steve gasped out and Dean could feel his hole clenching around his cock as he sucked into the sensitive skin. The gasp turned into a soft moan and ended in a light and amused chuckle. "I will be in so much trouble. Thank you, Dean."
Dean drew back with a hum, admiring the purpling skin as he dragged his thumb over it. “Why's it gonna get you in trouble?”
Steve's eyes fluttered shut when Dean stroked his mark and he clearly enjoyed the touch, his smile turned into a smirk. "I feel a little rebellious because I'm not supposed to talk to anyone, and definitely shouldn't have sex with attractive strangers. My handler will be very angry with me, but I can't give a damn because they’re leaving me hanging here with nothing."
Dean furrowed his brow. “What's going on with you? If it helps… I can tell you about my secret life.”
"You have a secret life? Let me guess... as a sex god?" Steve joked, but there was pain in his eyes before he admitted, "I am in witness protection. Hence why I'm in a different state in the middle of fucking nowhere."
Everything kind of clicked into place then. “Wow… well, if your handler asks, just tell him you bit yourself shaving.” He flashed Steve a smirk.
Steve burst into laughter and it was really nice to see and hear, and Dean could also feel it against his dick. Steve must have felt it as well, ‘cause his laughter turned into a soft moan. "Oh, man, yeah I will definitely try that. I love provoking that man. It was my only joy until you came along." He tilted his head a little. "I hope your secret life is not being a killer hired by my boss to silence me?"
Dean chuckled and shook his head. “Mine’s, uh… mine will make me sound crazy, but while I'm not a hitman… I am a hunter.”
"Like deers and mushrooms?" Steve asked with another head tilt.
Well, at least Dean would find out shortly if Steve would kick him out. “More like vampires and werewolves.”
Steve furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand. Are you like a gamer or…? An actor?”
Dean shook his head. “Those things that go bump in the night? From horror flicks and books? They're real. And I hunt them.”
Steve just stared at him for a moment, clearly deciding if Dean was joking or if he was crazy. “You’re kidding, right? Those aren’t real…”
“I wish I was,” Dean said, shaking his head, “Cas? Uh, he's an angel. A Seraph, actually.”
Okay, now Steve was really looking at Dean as if he had lost all his marbles. Maybe that had been a bit too much information dump at once. "Dean... I..." Steve shook his head. "Don't you think people would know about this? If it was real? Like the government, or whatever. You're messing with me... right? Come on."
Dean really should have known better, but there was something about Steve’s honesty that Dean wanted to reciprocate. The mood officially killed, he gently pulled out of Steve and moved to sit back on his knees. “There's a reason we don't really tell people, because most humans would panic, freak out.”
Steve pulled his legs toward his body, wrapping his arms around them as he shook his head. "I can't believe this is true, Dean. I... I've already been through hell with my ex boss... And now you're telling me that there’s even worse shit out there than humans?"
“Actually, humans are still the worst, but… yeah, I'm sorry, Steve.” Dean sighed. “I should probably go.”
He didn't expect Steve to suddenly look at him with wide eyes. "Stay... please." There was something breaking in his voice, and he never had seen this vulnerable side of Steve since he met him. It had always been hidden behind flirting and jokes.
Dean shifted to move next to Steve, wrapping his arm around his shoulders to draw him close. “Shit, I'm sorry.”
Steve wrapped his arms around Dean's hips, burying his face in between Dean's neck and shoulder. "It's okay... I just..." Steve murmured, "...I just don't want to be alone again."
And what possessed Dean in that moment, he had no idea, but he couldn't stop himself from saying, “Where I live is warded and… underground. It's one of the safest places in this country.”
Steve leaned back and touched Dean's cheek with a sad expression. "I don't have a choice to go where I want. I need to play by the rules so my ex boss ends up in prison. I still have two months until the court appointment. And hopefully after that... I will be free again." He leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Dean’s lips. “Until then I have to stay in this motel, but I… Thank you. I really appreciate that.”
Dean gently cupped his cheek and kissed him again. “Well, if this place no longer becomes safe… I'll give you my number.”
Steve gave him a soft smile. "I would really like your number... and maybe you could come over again." He trailed his fingertips over Dean's arm. "Give me a good fuck?"
“Any time,” Dean said, returning the smile. “Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't kick me out for being crazy.”
"Yeah, me too," Steve gave him a little smirk before he tapped Dean's nose. "I still don't understand what this is all about... with werewolves and vampires... angels... but I can tell that you're one of the good ones. After meeting so many... horrible people, I kind of just know when someone is good."
Dean chuckled and nodded. “So can I, and I can tell you're one of the good ones too, Steve.” In that moment, something clicked and Dean gave him a bemused smile. “That's not your real name, is it?”
Steve looked down at the bed with a shy smile. "No... um, it's Misha."
Dean furrowed his brow, suddenly getting hit with his memories from when Balthazar transported him and Sammy to another dimension where they were actors. “Are… are you an actor?”
Misha chuckled and shook his head. "Um, no, nothing that glamorous. Although acting was part of my former job. But not in the sense of Hollywood." He rubbed his hand over his neck, looking embarrassed. "My job wasn't something I would advertise with, but it got me in contact with really disgusting humans."
Dean nodded and gently carded his hand through Misha’s hair. “Well, I'm glad you're safe now.”
"Yeah, me too." Misha leaned his head against Dean's shoulder with a soft sigh, followed by a quiet chuckle. "I don't know why... but you make me feel safe."
With a soft laugh, Dean said, “Funnily enough, that's kinda part of my job.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of Misha’s head. “And I know you can't stay with me, but if you ever want to see my place…”
"I am very tempted. Maybe that is something for the future... who knows?" He slid a little closer to Dean, nudging his nose against his throat. "But what about tonight? Will you stay with me?"
Dean nodded, gently tilting Misha’s head up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “For you? Anything.”
The End.