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So Much for Peace	By : littletreetopper Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9419 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 3

For the first time since Draco Henry awoke curled around another body and he didn't find himself immediately recoiling. He allowed himself a moment to collect his thoughts before removing his cheek from its place on the warm broad chest it was resting on as well as the arm casually draped around that perfect waist. He did have a strict no cuddling policy but he can't exactly control what his body does while it's sleeping right? The arm under his neck curving around his shoulder doesn't feel too bad either. What happened last night?

Right. Gorgeous hunter named Dean. Amazing sex and then more amazing sex in the shower but why was it so different? The shower was too playful to have just been another one of his sexual distractions. There was teasing and soft kisses and stroking. Usually it's all fire and heat until the deed is done and sleep takes over but with Dean there was honest passion and tenderness. So not okay. One, he's a hunter. Two, you just don't do that, Henry. Three, he's a bloody hunter! He's only in the area to kill something and then he'll be off to kill something else! Next time it could be you.

Henry sighed and lifted his chin to rest on the firm peck while gazing at the young hunter's face. It was dark last night or he simply wasn't paying attention but he looks even younger this morning. Yesterday he seemed to be late twenties but now Henry doubted if he was even over twenty-five, maybe it was just the confidence he exuded. While it is comforting to know he is maybe only a two or three years older than Henry himself it is also disturbing to think such a young man capable of such tenderness spent his days killing. Henry had always thought of hunters as "bigoted assholes with sawed offs" but Dean was really a sweetheart under all of that worn skin and macho bravado. It was obvious last night that Dean didn't do loving and tender all that often either. Henry had never thought about how hard the life of a hunter must actually be. Constantly moving, constantly in danger, never telling anyone the truth about your self. Sounds pretty bloody familiar actually.

Of course Henry wanted to be in love again he just had already given up any hope of that ever happening. Sure it was maybe a petulant notion but Henry couldn't imagine anyone he could possibly relate to, or even be able to be himself with as just plain Harry. Even though he could feel some comfort with Dean he knew the fact that he was a hunter made it altogether impossible. The only normal friend he's really managed to maintain has been his roommate, Sam. A giant of a man with a giant heart to match; they'd discovered after one drunken night freshman year that they'd both lost loved ones and didn't grow up in the best of situations. After that they were always together, always had each other's backs, and were the only ones that could pull each other out of the right depressed states they could fall into sometimes. He missed Sam this summer as the stupid smart ass chose to take a few summer courses to get ahead. Henry might even go so far as to say he loved the guy but he was absolutely ridiculous as well. Sure he'd gone to visit for on a couple of weekends, Stanford was only an hour away after all, and much shorter with apparition, not that Sam knew that.

So really, Henry was absolutely thrilled that Sam would be coming to stay with him during the week between summer classes and fall classes. He'd had to buy Sam the damn train ticket and beat him into accepting it. No seriously, they wrestled and Henry won. He may be half Sam's size but you don't win a bloody war with a dazzling smile. Lying there thinking about how wonderful his relationship with Sam was only made him crave a romantic relationship even more. Sam is one hundred percent straight much to Henry's disappointment. Sam is definitely attractive but Dean here is just something else. Henry could imagine himself waking up to that gorgeous face in the mornings, feeling the warm hard body rising and falling under his head and strong arms pulling him close. Ugh when had he turned into such a bloody girl?

With that last thought Henry roused himself from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself of fluids and morning breath. Walking back into his room a few minutes later he caught Dean's green eyes looking into his fondly before roaming over his still nude body predatorily. Henry tried not to squirm under the scrutiny, he had nothing to hide and Dean had seen plenty more of that last night.

"Mornin'" Dean said thickly with just a bit extra of his country twang. "I haven't slept that well in god knows how long." Dean smiled sheepishly and silently begged Henry to come back to the bed.

"Yeah, me either actually. Guess you're just a right comfy pillow." Fuck, why did he say that. Dean smirked in response and eyed the space on the bed next to him. Oh what the hell, Henry made his way over and slid between the covers facing Dean on his side but not touching him. Dean wasn't having that though so employing his hunter's strength and reflexes he quickly spun Henry on top of him so the younger man was straddling his hips. Of course if Henry wasn't willing to let that happen it wouldn't have. "Good morning then," Henry said with a slight grin. He ground his hips down on to Dean's lightly smirking at the hardness he found there. "A very good morning, I see." Dean smirked and pulled Henry's face down towards his.

The kiss felt far too familiar for having just met each other the day before. It started out soft and chaste, warming up Dean's dry morning chapped lips, and then Dean slips his tongue along Henry's bottom lip and the smaller man couldn't help but moan. Henry ground his hips firmly against Dean's and brought a hand to card through the messy blonde spikes drawing a deep groan from the hunter. Soon the rhythm of their hips became harsh and frantic allowing their hard lengths to rub against each other, growing closer and closer to orgasm. Dean was sucking on Henry's neck desperately trying to leave a mark while arching his hips against Henry earning short pants and delicious whimpers while a hand at the back of his neck pulled him closer and fingers tried to tug his too short hair. Henry brought his mouth back down to Dean's and their tongues fought for dominance but all too soon Dean gasped and his hands clamped down on Henry's hips crushing their erections almost painfully together. Feeling Dean's wetness and looking down on his awe stricken face drew Henry's own orgasm forth as well leaving both men sated and panting.

Dean brushed Henry's hair out of his eyes and smiled up at him before giving him a soft closed mouth kiss. His thumb was gently stroking his cheekbone and Henry was trying and utterly failing not to fall for this man. Their green eyes remained locked and neither seemed to want to separate but after a few moments Henry started to notice the sticky mess gluing him to Dean between their stomachs.

"Come on, looks like we need another shower." Dean smiled and nodded and let Henry drag him to the bathroom with their fingers entwined.

A borrowed toothbrush, plenty of necking, and thirty minutes later Henry led Dean downstairs to help find his shirt. To Henry's horror it was laundered and neatly folded on the entrance table next to Henry's own abandoned shirt. Dean's boots by the door also appeared to have been cleaned and shined. Dobby knew not to show himself to guests but that didn't mean he was going to leave nasty garments strewn about his home either. Dean gave him a raised and concerned eyebrow. Henry decided to laugh it off.

"Sorry about that, my maid can be a bit overzealous…" Henry said sheepishly.

"Dude. You have a maid?" Dean asked incredulously. Henry shrugged.

"No that was actually rather rude of me to call him that. I guess you'd say he's more of a butler but more than anything he's a friend." Henry smiled casually.

"He?" Was that a bit of jealousy already? Dude, you two just met.

"Yes, he's been keeping an eye on me since I was twelve. Refused to let me leave England without him." Dean relaxed a little hearing this guy must be an older fellow but still felt uncomfortable knowing there was someone in the house with them all night that he didn't know about. And apparently this guy was messing with his stuff, even though his boots looked pretty damn nice…

"You don't think we disturbed him at all last night did we?" Dean asked sheepishly while tugging on his shirt but Henry just laughed.

"No don't worry his room is on the floor below us now so it would have been two floors below our activities last night. Besides, he's used to the commotion." Dean didn't know whether to be eased or disturbed by that conflicting statement but let it pass, besides something else caught his attention.

"Is that coffee?" Henry smiled at Dean's sudden enthusiasm.

"Yep, Dobby must have left a pot on for us." Henry walked towards the kitchen through the dinning room to the left of the foyer.

"Dobby? Seriously?" Henry grimaced, yet another slip. Damn hunter.

"I know it's awful but it was a nickname I gave him when I was younger and it just sort of stuck. His name's Donny, but don't worry about it I doubt you'll see him around. He tends to avoid my guests." You'd think Henry would be more comfortable spouting lies by now but Dean just seemed far too alert for morning.

Dean found himself forcing a smile yet again. He wasn't fond of the constant reminders that Henry has 'guests' over often enough that his butler or whatever purposefully avoids them. "Why's that?" Dean asks.

"Uhm, I never really asked. He's a proud fellow though, probably thinks it's his job to give me my privacy or something." There that was mostly true. Dean nodded as though that was respectable. "So… how long are you in town for, Dean?" Henry asked hopefully. Dean must have picked up on that for he smiled sheepishly.

"Not sure yet. Most likely another week depending on how well… negotiations go at work." Henry almost snorted into his coffee -that was quite the euphemism.

"Well it is a Friday, do you have to go into work? It's almost nine." Henry wasn't trying to push him out the door but maybe he was trying to get the hunter to squirm in his own bed of lies. He sure as hell had caught Henry in enough awkward moments; Dean flushed but nodded.

"Yeah I should probably head out. Look, I uhh… had a really great time with you…" Dean was so uncomfortable it was beyond adorable and Henry just smiled up at him innocently while sipping his coffee. "… I get the feeling you don't really do this and honestly neither do I but uhh… would you wanna hang out later after I get off work or get dinner or something?" Henry couldn't help but let his smile take over his whole face. Even though he knew this was maybe one of the stupidest things he's ever done he couldn't care less in this moment. He reached up on his toes and planted a coffee flavored smooch on Dean's plump pouty lips. Dean's return smile was almost as blinding as Henry's if not a little shy.

"Here, give me your phone." Dean handed it over warily, but Henry was obviously just imputing his number. "I'll be expecting you around eight then?" Dean nodded. "Great, you can park in front if you'd like and we can go out from here, sound okay?" Dean just gave him a sound kiss and a squeeze of his arse in response before setting his mug down and making his way to the door.

Henry followed him out slowly laughing at the smirk and "later, Henry" that Dean threw over his shoulder as the door shut behind him.

The next few days seemed to blend together, but Henry couldn't remember being happier since he first found out he was a wizard or his first Christmas at the burrow before everything got far too complicated. Dean would 'go to work' in the mornings and Henry would actually go to work whether it was at the shop or some critical meeting his managers mistakenly thought he should be present for, and then they would meet up for dinner and drinks and mind-blowing sex.

Waking up in the hunter's arms for the third morning in a row his situation really seemed to settle in. Dean's 'negotiations' had gone quickly (a simple enough salt n' burn) and he was technically done with work yesterday, plus Sam was due to come into town the next day. He didn't think his best friend would appreciate Henry having a live in shag when this was supposed to be their end of summer madness week. Sure Sammy was only twenty but next to Henry no one would bother to check, not to mention the guy was huge anyway. Henry heaved out a sigh and burrowed his face further into Dean's clavicle and tightened his hold on the firm abdomen.

That morning Henry rode Dean as slowly as possible wanting to drag out their love making as long as he could. Dean's hands roamed over his body possessively not wanting to let him go either, as both of them knew this was probably goodbye. Their mouths hardly left each other's skin as they set a torturous rhythm, filling Henry as deeply as he could take, sucking and biting and leaving as many marks as they could manage. Dean must have been close though because he wound a hand between them and constricted Henry's shaft with a closed fist letting his thumb draw circles over the tip. Henry's lips broke away from Dean's as he let out a long moan while Dean used his free hand to bring Henry down hard with the tight grip on his arse and he was thrown over the edge. Crying out Dean's name he came between them and over Dean's hand while Henry's spastic clenching brought Dean to a swift ending as well.

Henry collapsed and nuzzled his face into the crook of Dean's neck enjoying the soothing hand stroking his back while they both caught their breath. Dean brought his other hand up to weave into Henry's hair and ran a thumb over his cheek.

After a languid shower full of soft touches and desperate kisses they made there way downstairs for the coffee that Dobby would have ready for them. The last two mornings he'd also had some muffins waiting as well as a pan of bacon and eggs warming in the oven. They ate quietly brushing shoulders and elbows standing at the kitchen island not wanting to get too far apart but not trusting themselves to say anything. In fact no one had said anything at all this morning, just knowing instinctually what each other needed, but leave it to Dean to break the ice.

"You know it's a little creepy that there's been food magically waiting for us and I've never even seen the guy around once." Henry snorted at Dean's amused grin.

"Yes, well Dobby is very sneaky I must admit." Henry smiled up at Dean as he set both of their plates in the sink. Dean came up behind him and wound his arms around the slim waist pressing a light kiss behind Henry's ear. Henry melted into Dean's embrace and stroked the arm wrapped around him. "If you ever find yourself in the area again you should call me." Dean tensed behind him and Henry clenched his eyes shut cursing himself.

"I thought you were in school." Dean said as he spun Henry around gently in his arms. Henry looked up at him defiantly.

"Yep, but I also said I go to school nearby. I come home fairly often to visit Dobby anyway." Dean looked down at him quizzically and Henry blushed. "I just mean, you have my number so if you should ever feel so inclined, I wouldn't mind seeing you again." Henry planted his face in the middle of Dean's chest to avoid his eyes, but Dean was still holding on to him so that was a good sign.

"You can count on it." Dean's hand gripped Henry's hair and pulled his shocked face up to his for a deep and hopeful kiss. Henry moaned and wound his arms around Dean's neck reaching up on his toes to bring them even closer. Dean's hands gripped his ass and plopped him down on the counter pulling Henry's legs around his waist, groaning at the friction. "You know, it's kind of a shame we only got to have sex in your room when this whole house is yours" Dean whispered into Henry's ear. Henry moaned and pulled back to look at Dean.

"I'm pretty sure Dobby would actually combust if he found evidence of such activities around the house, and believe me he always knows. It actually is kind of creepy. I almost feel guilty just making out on his counter. He does cook my food in here, ya know." Dean laughed and attacked Henry's mouth again in protest, but it wasn't like Henry was going to fight him.

After Dean's solemn but hopeful departure Henry spent the rest of the day grumpily shelving books. Normally he would have let his magic do it for him and get the job done in a few minutes but today he welcomed the distraction. Once that task was done he sat at the counter dejectedly but trying to pump himself up for Sam's arrival the next day. He needed to be his usual crazy self to show his best friend everything his favorite city had to offer. Feeling lame Henry pulled out his phone to text Sam.

Samanthaaa, kill me now. I think I'm fucking in love ughhh

A few pathetic minutes later.

Dude. Stop calling me Samantha… and seriously? Or like you just saw a really hot guy walk by kind of in love?

Ha. I wish that's all it was. This is me warning you to expect a moody bitch picking you up tomorrow, jackass.

Wait what am I missing, why is this a bad thing? I feel like we should be celebrating not moping. Will I get to meet him?

Nope, he's gone. He was only in town a few days.

Oh. Dude. Are you gonna see him again?

I dunno. I sort of lamely told him 'you have my number use it if your in town' but who knows.

Well fuck that. I'm getting in tomorrow and I'm gonna cheer you up no matter what. Not gonna let some jerk ruin our summer madness, alright?

He wasn't a jerk he was just from out of town and yes I did know he was gonna have to go

Shit. You do have it bad. Regardless we're gonna have fun this week okay? I know you want to

Yeah, alright. Thanks, Sam

Of course, bitch.

Henry sighed putting his phone back in his pocket but felt the corners of his mouth curl up just a little bit. Sam was right, this was their week and he'd been looking forward to it all summer. So stop moping over some guy no matter how bloody perfect he is and prepare yourself for one fucked up week because it needs be bloody insane to forget about the hunter. Poor Samantha is going to get a nasty shock to his system going around with Henry and he was all the sudden eager to get started. He is lucky that despite Sam being straight he is very open minded. As long as he doesn't end up getting too badly groped by interested men he'll be fine.

After reminding Dobby not to pop in while Sam's present and having a room and bathroom set up for his friend he was really getting excited. He made reservations at a few of his favorite places for later in the week and even had an appointment to get Sam some new clothes. He knew it was going to be difficult getting Sam to let him spend money on him but now he had the excuse of a broken heart, 'lil bitch better let him do whatever the bloody hell he wanted. Besides, Sam's wardrobe of flannel and plaid wasn't going to cut it this week and what better to lift one's spirits than giving your best friend a makeover?

Henry made his way to the train station breaking only a few more traffic laws than usual. He couldn't help it, with the top down, Ray-Bans on, and the summer sun beating down it's nearly impossible to let yourself sit in traffic or drive at a snails pace. The wind whipping through his wily black hair was reminiscent of swooping through the sky on his broom and very rarely did he ever get occasion to do so in the States. Catching sight of the massive frame and flopping hair Henry honked his horn and pulled up along side Sam.

"Hey there hot stuff, how much?" They grinned at each other before Sam even began to appraise the car.

"Shit, dude. Why do you have all the coolest stuff? My brother would shit himself if he saw this car." Henry laughed and unlocked the door. Sam never mentioned his brother other than the first time he said he had one but he let the comment pass.

"Dude, just get in already you can look at it later." Sam smiled and tossed his bag into the back seat before attempting to fold his frame into the small car. Henry laughed at the good four inches Sam had sticking out above the windshield. "I can't believe you're finally here. I've been trying to get you to visit my place practically since we met. This week is going to be ape shit." Sam threw his head back and laughed. He was worried he was going to get Henry in one of his moods like he was warned but fortunately he was acting like his usual charming self. Maybe he wasn't as in love as he thought he was.

"I know I've been looking forward to this vacation all summer." Henry smirked.

"You know, Sammy, summer is supposed to be the vacation not an excuse to get ahead like a huge nerd." Sam grinned, it was good to be back with his friend and the good-natured teasing that was sure to ensue.

"Whatever, bitch. Someone has to actually take school seriously. Not all of us can get by just on first hand anatomy lessons." Henry gaped at his friend.

"Are you calling me a slag!"

"Of course not! I would never." Sam grinned but feigned innocence. "So where are we going?"

"Well look around, this is San Francisco. To the left there is the Pacific and the many piers. Right now we're headed to my house to drop off your stuff and maybe eat something, are you hungry at all?" Sam was looking around in every direction and failing to keep his hair out of his eyes as it whipped around him.

"Nah, I think I'll be alright till later. Unless you're hungry."

"I'm good too, we have a full schedule anyway." Henry gave Sam and evil smirk that Sam knew all too well. Usually it meant Henry was going to try and severely spoil him, which he very well knew he was uncomfortable with. He knew his best friend was an orphan who inherited more money than he knew what to do with but it just didn't sit well with him. Winchesters didn't take charity; they got everything their own way whether that was legal or not. Sam glared at his friend in warning. "Oh don't look at me like that, Sammy! I am mending a broken heart and spending money making you look pretty is going to make me ridiculously happy so you are just going to shut up and take it. End of story."

Sam groaned. It was futile to argue when Henry was in such a state, plus he played the broken heart card. What was Sam supposed to say to that? "Wait, what do you mean 'making me look pretty?'" Sam asked nervously. Henry chuckled and looked over at his friend under his glasses.

"You can't expect to go clubbing in flannel and work boots for christ's sake! My bouncers sure as hell wouldn't let your sorry ass in." That somehow made Sam perk up.

"Oh yeah! So we're gonna go to your club?" Henry glanced over at his friend with a knowing smile.

"I don't know if you're ready for that, Sammy. I know you're okay with the gays but I was thinking we'd start out with some straight clubs earlier in the week unless of course you're sure you can handle it." Sam scoffed.

"Dude I shared a twelve by twelve with you for two years now, things can't get much gayer than that and I really wanna see your place." Henry laughed loudly and shook his head.

"If you insist, Samantha."

"Henry, come on. It's bad enough you call me Sammy, can't you give Samantha a rest?"

"Hey, nursing a wounded heart over here, remember? I'll call you whatever I please, thank you."

"You're impossible." Sam shook his head but wasn't ready to ask about mystery man yet. His friend was skirting over the subject but Sam knew when he least expected it Henry would break down so he was going to enjoy these moments while they lasted.

"Oh, come on you love me, Sammy!" Henry cheered and turned the radio up. Classic rock, of course.

"Yeah yeah, if you say so." He just shook his head at his friend and laughed at his pathetic attempt at singing along with Journey. Classic rock with a british accent was just too funny.

"Hey! Just for your ease and comfort I requested a lovely woman named Rose to assist us today because I'm pretty sure every man that works there plays for my team and they would be sure to take advantage of your beauty." Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" Henry gaped at his friend again.

"Do you seriously think I pick out my own clothes? I may be gay but this is one area where I am seriously inept and I know you are too don't even bother trying to deny it plaid boy. Besides you've seen me try and get ready for something, it's an absolute disaster!" Henry rushed out exasperatedly.

"Are you seriously telling me that you got me a fucking personal shopper?" Henry smiled and slapped Sam's knee.

"That's what they're called! That makes so much sense." Sam hid his face in his hands and tried to collect himself. It's not like he had a reason to be angry, but he was frustrated anyway. Henry just didn't have boundaries or maybe he didn't understand how ridiculous it was to spend so much money on people. Maybe he was still getting used to US dollars? The Euro was worth more right? Or were they still using pounds?

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" Henry sighed but nodded.

"Of course I know that, but relax. I've never bought clothes for myself in my whole life do you expect me to start now? For the first half of my life I wore my cousins hand me downs and then my school uniform so really who here has the ridiculous expectations? Hmm?" Damn Henry and his backwards logic. Sure it made some sort of sense when you pointed that out but really someone should be able to figure shit out as an adult, but Henry would always be over the top. It's not like he tried to either, you could tell he was completely oblivious to how strange his life was.

"Alright alright, I'll let some woman dress me up like a paper doll just to make you happy." Henry grinned and started singing along again much to Sam's dismay.

"You know, you can tell yourself this is all for me but I'm sure a little update in the Winchester wardrobe wouldn't detract from the attentions of a certain little blondie." Henry smirked at Sam's blush.

"Yeah right, what attentions? I don't think even some fancy new clothes could make Jessica notice me. Besides, I don't even know if we have any other classes together this year." Henry shook his head; Sam really was an idiot for how smart he supposedly was.

"You're pathetic you know that? Of course she's bloody noticed you. Even I caught her eyes roaming over your delectable curves." Henry laughed at Sam's complete shock.

"You're making that up or you would have said something earlier." Henry snorted.

"I thought you knew! She and I even gave each other little head nods and smiles in your direction. You know the best friend go ahead signal."

"What! How could you think I knew that happened?" Henry just huffed in annoyance at Sam's indignation.

"Relax, Samantha. We'll host a welcome party the first week and she'll practically be falling all over herself for you."

"Jessica isn't like that. Wait, host a party in our double room, yeah that'll work." At Henry's nervous expression Sam turned the music down and turned to his friend. "What have you done?"

"Umm, I might I have called the school pretending to be your Dad and told them that you were going to be living off campus this year."

"You what!"

"It was supposed to be a surprise but I kinda spilt the beans there didn't I?"

"Henry, you know the school pays for my housing. What kind of rent are we talking here?" Henry gave his friend and incredulous look and let his glasses settle lower on his nose to make the point known with his eyes as well.

"You seriously think I would make you pay rent at my house? Do you expect me to let us live ON campus as upperclassmen what kind of friend do you think I am!" Sam shook his head in hopes of bringing him back to reality.

"Since when do you have a freaking house in Palo Alto?"

"It was a birthday present! …From myself." Henry shrugged and pointedly kept his eyes on the road.

"Oh yeah, happy birthday! I know we talked, but I was hoping you could have hit up Stanford that weekend but I'm glad I get to be here now. Shit. Guess there's a lot to celebrate this week, huh?" However Henry seemed to slump into his seat at those words and turned the music back up and looked anywhere but the passenger side. Fuck, mystery man strikes again.

Luckily only a few minutes later they pulled up in front of a beautiful sage green Victorian home nestled between two other beautiful Victorian homes. Henry turned off the car and swung his legs out of his seat dramatically before running up the steps. Sam grabbed his bag and followed his friend up the stairs and into the house through the already wide open door. Sam stood stunned for a moment. Henry had obviously had the place decorated because every room looked professionally done and barely lived in.

"Dude. This place is insane. Did you hire a designer or something?" Henry looked around nervously and then shrugged.

"Honestly it looked like this when I moved in. We've already discussed how bad I am at shopping for myself. I just made sure it came furnished." Sam just shook his head. The life of Henry Black. He didn't know all or really any of the details of his friend's childhood but he got the feeling that prior to his move to the States is was pretty miserable. So once he received his inheritance he got as far away as he could. It explained his seemingly wild lifestyle and extravagant spending. Hell if Sam suddenly came into some money he might do the same thing and it wasn't as if he was careless with his money just very generous which Sam could hardly complain about. "So your room is upstairs second door to the right around the corner. Go ahead and drop your stuff, use the loo or whatever, and then we'll head out. I just have to make a few calls." Sam nodded and made his way upstairs taking in everything he saw along the way.

Somehow they both made it out of their shopping experience alive and in relatively high spirits. Henry hadn't let Rose announce their total out loud and just handed her his credit card so Sam wouldn't have feinted or most likely shouted rudely. Sam also seemed to be slightly appeased by Henry buying a few new things for himself as well. All in all it was obvious Sam had enjoyed himself. Rose was a beautiful forty something year old woman who doted on him endlessly and constantly told him how wonderful it was to dress someone with such an incredible form. What's not to love about that?

Then out of nowhere while they were laughing and joking around mouthfuls of naan and lamb korma Henry's cell phone vibrated. Normally he would ignore it because he firmly believed it was rude to check your phone at the table, especially sitting with someone else. However he decided to check who it was just to make sure it wasn't one of his managers about what he asked them to set up for tonight. 'New Text Message from Sex-On-Legs' was glowing brightly from on his thigh. Sam obviously noticed the suddenly stunned expression that morphed into a shit-eating grin on his friend's face.

"It's from him isn't it?" Henry's gaze whipped suddenly up to his friend's.

"How'd you know?" Sam smirked.

"Dude you look like you just won the lottery or something. Actually I bet that wouldn't make you even half as excited." Henry blushed and Sam couldn't believe it. He didn't quite believe it when his friend claimed to have fallen in love, but he'd never seen that look on his face before, he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen his eyes light up like that either. "So what did he say?"

"I dunno. I haven't opened the message yet." Sam gaped.

"What? You're smiling like that and you don't even know what he said? Are you seriously nervous or something?" Henry looked back down at his lap shyly. "Dude. I've never seen you nervous before, that is so not you. Just open it." Henry glared defiantly across the table but opened the message holding his breath.

Dude! The bar I'm at is serving Purple Nurples. Kevin shoulda gotten a patented on that shit -but his are way better :)

Henry let out his breath with a shaky laugh and brought his phone up to show Sam. "Who's Kevin and what the fuck are purple nurples?" Henry laughed again letting the text message sink in. Dean was trying to maintain contact and that meant more than Henry knew how to express. "And seriously dude? He's in your phone as 'sex-on-legs?" He smiled broadly at Sam.

"It is a completely accurate description I assure you. I didn't know his name for a while so that's what I was calling him in my head and it stuck. Also Kevin is my head bartender who you will meet tonight and those were his specialty shots the first night we went in." Sam laughed and gestured for him to respond.

Oi! What bar is that? And they sure as hell better be that boy brags enough haha

"The first night you went? How long was he in town?"

"We only ended up spending three nights together but I guess they were pretty intense. I mean obviously I'm not in love with the guy after only spending three days with him but I know I easily could be." Henry looked back down at his lap to avoid Sam's eyes while thinking of those nights. He knew he must be blushing but he was all too happy to have heard from the hunter. Sam saw the wistful look on his friend's face and sighed. This was way more than the usual with him, he never kept in contact or 'missed' anyone.

Haha just some no name bar in no name Montana –my nights didn't used to be so boring. I actually thought I was fun 'till I met you

"Do you think you'll see him again? He's obviously thinking of you too." Henry blushed again and damn Sam had never seen him blush so much.

"Maybe, he says he's in Montana right now though. Some no-name town in a no-name bar. He travels a lot for work." Sam eyed his friend skeptically while he typed in a response to whatever mystery man had said last.

I feel you. I'm about to corrupt my innocent college roommate but with the two of us combined it sure would be quite the experience for the poor guy

"He travels for work? How old is sex-on-legs?" Henry raised an eyebrow at the obvious skepticism.

"He's like twenty-three or twenty-for or something, calm down. I get the feeling he's just really good at his job." Henry tried to shrug it off but Sam wasn't having it.

"Okay, so what does he do?" Henry looked directly at Sam refusing to be bullied, he could lie and make something up or lie and say he didn't know. Sam would scoff at him for being so interested in a guy when he didn't even know the basics about them but the connection with Dean just didn't need details and Sam wouldn't understand.

"He's a hunter… a bounty hunter." Let Sam chew on that! Unfortunately the look of fear and recognition on Sam's face didn't go unnoticed by the man across from him.

"So he was in town to hunt something? Er Someone?" Henry raised an eyebrow at the slip and narrowed his eyes at his friend but was momentarily distracted by the buzzing in his lap.

Ha! Wish I could be there, that sounds like a hell of a night. Is he hot?

Henry snorted at that last part, of course Dean would ask that. He secretly hoped it was because he was jealous and not because he was thinking he could get a threesome out of it or something.

Smokin' but 'lil Samantha is strictly a boobs man. So lame I know but all the more fun for me to torture

"I don't know he didn't really talk about it, and I didn't ask. I was more interested in Dean than escaped convicts or whomever." Sam's eyes widened comically wide and he took a sip of his water nervously.

"Wait he told you he was a hunter or a bounty hunter?" Henry was extremely disturbed by Sam's anxiety and needed to end this conversation immediately so it was time to use the 'play dumb' card.

"What difference does it make? Can we please change the subject you're kinda freaking me out." Sam huffed and smiled a plastic smile nodding.

"I'll be right back, just gotta use the restroom." Sam tried to seem nonchalant but he knew Henry was obviously picking up on his distress so he needed to figure this out before he made himself look like a total idiot.

Henry was slightly panicked. Did Sam know about hunters? How would he know about hunters? That would be crazy…

Hahaha dude I used to call my lil bro Samantha all the time. Used to totally piss him off it was awesome. Wish you could torture me instead though :P

No. This was just some freaking coincidence, universe messing with you, impossible shit. Sam could not be a hunter too. His only friend and the man he wishes could be his lover, brothers and hunters. When are things ever not as bad as they seem for Harry bloody Potter though? Time for a test.

You and me both, Dean. I was just telling Sammy about you and he ran off to the bathroom. He had to have known I was kidding about the threesome…

And then it all seemed to fall into place. Winchester. Sam Winchester. John Winchester was a notorious hunter. How the fuck could he have missed that?

Sam made it into the bathroom and locked the door behind him but just couldn't hit the send button. He hadn't spoken to Dean in over a year now and he didn't want the first time to be with some accusatory argument when he had very little proof but there was something in his gut and a hunter always trusts his gut.

Dean was having a freak out of his own. Sammy and Samantha were common nicknames for Sam, right? Henry didn't go to Stanford, right? It's not too far from SF though, Dean had even stopped by to scope out Sammy on his way there. His 'innocent college roommate'… there was still just no way, it was too big of a coincidence. But when are things ever just a coincidence? Dean was startled out of his thoughts as his phone rang. A northern California area code. Fuck! Deep breath. Play it cool.

"Winchester." The person on the other line huffed.

"Hey Dean, it's uh, it's me." Shit! How is this happening?

"Sammy? What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Dean."

"Sorry, just haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah I know, same to you."

"Yeah I know. So, what's up?"

"I'm in San Fran right now and I coulda sworn I saw you the other day in the impala it just took me a while to track down your number again. I uh, got a new phone." Good one Sammy. Lil bitch lying his ass off, well two can play that game.

"No, sorry bro I've been in Montana for about a week." Shit! Could said ANY other state, Dean.

"I knew it! Damnit Dean! Not only did you hook up with my best friend but you told him you're a hunter! What the hell were you thinking!" That could not have gone any worse. Wait…

"What are you talking about Sam? You know I'd never tell anyone! And how the hell am I supposed to know if I hook up with your friends when I have no idea who they are to begin with! You've got some nerve not speaking to me for a year and then coming at me with this shit. What the hell, Sammy." Un-fucking-believable.

"Wait, so you didn't tell him you were a hunter? Or a bounty hunter or whatever?"

"Of course not, he never asked what I do and I sure as hell didn't bring it up. Wait did he tell you I was?" Hell no, Henry was one of the best things he'd ever found on the road and he was not ready to lose him yet.

"Yeah, I asked him what this mystery lover did for a living and he said you were a hunter and then he elaborated bounty hunter. You sure you never said anything?"

"Yeah, Sam. I'm fucking sure. Are you telling me he knew I was a hunter the whole time?" Dean had pulled the impala over by this point, this shit was getting way too intense and his heart was hammering dangerously fast.

"I don't know Dean, this guy was just sounding way too much like you, even the way you talk when he showed me the text. I started freaking out and so he started freaking out that I was freaking out so I ran into the bathroom."

"You're such a girl, Samantha." Dean probably would have laughed if this were happening to anyone else.

"Shut up, Jerk." As horrifying as this situation has become it's good to talk to Sammy again. It has been way too long.

"Whatever, bitch. Just grow some balls and go out there. Try and mutter a 'christo' or something, okay?"

"Yeah, okay Dean. I just don't get it, he's my best friend Dean." Poor kid sounded so beat down.

"Honestly I can't say I think he's anything evil, woulda had my spidey senses tingling."

"Oh yeah… so you're gay now?" Oh mother fucking jesus christ, oh hello no. He's laughing! Little bitch is laughing right now.

"Dude. We are so not talking about this. Go make sure Henry isn't out to get us and call me back okay? Be careful Sammy."

"Yeah. Call you later, Dean. You know, despite the circumstances it's good to talk to you."

"Definitely."
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