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His skin is hot, the weight of a body moving over his has him gasping delightfully. A beautiful and lustful smile is looking down at him. He can’t describe what those dimple lines do to him but he can feel it. Long, soft hair is waving back and forth beside his face with the movements. Sunflower eyes under long lashes stay locked on him, exciting him on another level. He needs to touch, to feel the skin above him, to run fingers through the swaying hair. His arm reaches and touches nothing. What? He watches his hand go to the beautiful face and go through it like a ghost. The beautiful man sits up straight, blows him a kiss and vanishes.
Deans eyes snap open, he wakes from the same dream he’s had several nights in a row now. He rubs his eyes and face and lets his arm fall to his side. He can feel his arousal below. Looks like another cold shower for him this morning. He groans as he sits up to get ready for the day.

When he gets to Singers Auto, Bobby already has several cars lined up for him to get his hands into. He loves it, cars are his thing. The whole process is art to him, he doesn’t really call this a job since he enjoys it so much.

He jumps right in getting to work. A few hours pass without him even noticing. Bobby yells for him.

“Hey boy, come over here a minute”

Dean walks over with a tool and rag in hand.
“What is it?”

“The custom part for that firebird you’ve been swooning over is in, I need you to go pick it up”

“You’re just jealous it’s my hands under her hood and not yours” Dean teased.

“Would ya just go get the part, ya idjit”

“I’m goin, I’m goin”

He finished up his task and went inside to wash off his greased hands before heading out. Normally parts are delivered directly to them but this one was rare and the tiny machine shop didn’t do delivery for whatever reason. It was only a thirty minute drive so he didn’t mind anyway.
Once he got there the box was waiting for him near the register. He exchanged small talk with the man getting his bill settled then was on his way again.

As he was driving he saw the coffee shop he passed earlier and decided to stop in, just wanting a quick grab and go. He ordered a tall black coffee and stood to the side as the woman was getting an order before his ready first. He didn’t mind waiting, the aroma of the shop was pleasing. He looked around the place just glancing at the layout that is like any other coffee shop, with people scattered at the tables and chairs chatting or reading. Then he did a double take when he saw a man sitting at one of the high tables by a window. He’s wearing a suit and reading over a small stack of papers. It’s him. He knew the long hair and the face right away, the beauty permanently stamped in his mind, he’d never mistaken him. Dean suddenly didn’t know how to act. He started fidgeting where he stood.

“Coffee, black” The woman said setting the cup on the counter near him.

Dean thanked her and picked it up. He took a sip. He decided he wasn’t walking out the door before saying something to the man he can’t stop thinking about who is sitting only a few feet away. He walked over and stood beside the table. The man looked up from his papers, a smile spread on his face.

“Hey uh, Ken...uh, uh, I mean.. hi” Dean said.

The man laughed at Dean fumbling all over himself.

“You’re cute. Actually, my name is Sam, Sam Campbell “

He stuck his hand towards Dean to shake his. Dean was just staring in Sams eyes completely lost in them. When Sam smiled again Dean realized he didn’t say anything.

“Oh, I’m Dean Winchester” he laughed nervously shaking his waiting hand.

“Dean, I like it, now I have a name to go with those green eyes” Sam smiled again.
Dean gave a small smile back and he could feel the blush on his cheeks.

“Uh, I don’t want to bother you and I’m not sure if you remember me..”

“You are not forgettable Dean” Sam leaned in a little bit. “And you have my sash” He looked at Dean with his jaw tilted to his shoulder, one eyebrow raised and a small half smile reaching one corner of his mouth.

Dean licked his lips before he spoke.
“Y-Yes I do” was all he could manage. Normally he is smooth and doesn’t choke on his words but Sam has him losing all coherent thoughts.

“Would you like to sit down Dean?” Sam asks motioning to the open chair across from him.

“Yes. But I can’t”

“Oh”

“I’m uh, I’m working actually and have to get back”

“I understand. You shouldn’t keep your job waiting to flirt with me” Sam winked.

Dean felt his cheeks heat up again. He had to go but his legs were not moving. He had one more thing to say.

“Can I...see you...again?”

“Are you asking me out Dean Winchester?”

“Yes, I am, what do you say?”

Sam looked at him for a moment, he could see the anticipation was cutting off Deans air. He picked up his pen and scribbled on a piece of paper. He held it up to Dean.

“Come to this address Friday night at seven and we can get more acquainted ”

Dean took the paper and smiled putting it in his pocket.

“I look forward to it Sam, see you soon”

“It was lovely seeing you Dean, until Friday...” Sam flashed him one last smile melting Dean as he made his feet walk away.

Once he got behind the wheel he took a breath he didn’t know he was holding but he was also smiling and feeling like a giddy teenager with a crush. He pulled out the piece of paper to look at it.


~Meet me here for our first date and don’t be late-xoxo~

If he smiled anymore his face was going to get stuck that way. He drove away heading back to Bobbys. His day was going to fly by with thoughts of Sam and the excitement of getting to spend time with him.

***
The couple days of waiting for the special night surprisingly passed quickly enough and he was driving to another new place to see his dreamy date.

When he gets there he sees the sign above the door “The Ivory Room”. He walks inside and the place is dimly lit with beautiful decor, very elegant. The walls have old original paintings. The tables are round with dark teal satin cloths draped long almost touching the floor, in the center of each table is a thin narrow vase with a single red rose.

What is this world Sam has him stepping into? He thought to himself.

“Are you Mr. Winchester?” A man asked as he was lost in thought.

“Yes, please call me Dean”

“As you wish, if you would follow me I’ll show you to your seat”

“Uh, okay”
He was guided to a table directly across from the grand piano staged in the left side of the lounge.

“Here you are, enjoy sir”
He waited as Dean took his seat then took his leave.

Dean is sitting there taking the place in, there is a decent crowd but not too full, just enough for the quiet setting. Several more minutes go by and he starts to wonder why Sam hasn’t joined him yet. As someone walks out and sits at the piano his mind eases and becomes completely intrigued.

Sam is sitting at the piano, how can this man be any more interesting? His talent and mystery go so much deeper than Dean could have imagined...and he loves it. Of course with Sam in his sight he is instantly captivated only on him and every detail he can grab.

Sam is looking down at the keyboard, his back is straight as he positions his hands close enough to only let his fingertips touch the keys. Before he begins he looks to Deans eyes and gives him a wink. Deans heart flutters.
The music starts slow and even.
Sams long fingers are perfect for gliding over the keys, his whole body pours out passion through his hands with every soft strike and push of the beautifully played chords. His face is concentrated but mellow, so lovely. It looks like he has been playing his whole life the way he knows the instrument so intimately. Again Dean is lost in the moment, with the presence of any other person disappearing, and again Sams performance ends too soon. He could watch this man forever and have no sense of time.

When the music stopped, low clapping briefly filled the room. Sam leaned into the microphone “thank you” he said giving a quick little bow as he stood then walked through the back where he had entered.

Dean had so many thoughts running through his mind. The first one being of how lucky he felt to be given a glimpse into what seemed like a dream world.
His focus was brought back when Sam took a seat next to him at the table. Dean just staring at him.

Sam chuckled.
“You know you look at me like you’re hypnotized right?”

Dean started to fidget.
“Sorry, it’s, it’s just that I’ve never met anyone like you”

“What am I like?”

“You’re amazing and beautiful”
Dean felt his face get hot, he just can’t help it around Sam.

“So are you Dean, I think I wanted that private dance more than you did”

Sam looked at Deans hand resting in his lap, he ran a hand down Deans arm to that hand and pulled it up to hold in his on the table. Dean watched and got a rush then looked back at Sams face.

“That’s what I’m talking about, that night was so different from this one. It’s another side of you to see” Dean said.

“So, you thought my only talent was making people want to fuck me?” He rubbed his thumb over Deans hand softly as he watched his reaction.

“NO, that’s not what I meant. I mean you’re very good at that, DANCING I mean, I was just saying that..”

Sam knew what he was doing to Dean and seeing him fluster and squirm was feeding his ego a bit but he brushed it off. He squeezed Deans hand to signal for him to stop talking.

“I am many things Dean Winchester and I hope to show you more as I want to know more about you as well” his smile was comforting with something else behind it Dean couldn’t place”

“But first, would you share a dance with me?” Sam asked.

“Yes, I’d like that”

They stood and Sam led Dean by the hand to the small dance floor where several couples were enjoying the romantic atmosphere. As they face each other they both go to lead making them both smile and Sam takes charge seductively sliding his arm around Deans waist pulling him close so they are chest to chest, hand in hand. Dean is very aware of his heart beats with his body against Sams. He smells so good. Sam puts the side of his chin to Deans temple and he can feel the light scruff press with it. He can feel and hear Sam breathing, he holds back a shudder. Then they sway. Their hips moving together, thighs lightly bumping with steps, Deans hand on a broad shoulder, Sams hand on a strong back. The embrace of the slow dance is stimulating, then Sam slides their palms together so he can lace their fingers. Dean tilts his head to look at Sams face and he is already returning the look, gosh those eyes, never has he understood getting lost in someone’s eyes until he met Sam.
They move while having a separate conversation with looks alone. Even though Dean loves how Sams hair is falling around his face, he reaches the hand from Sams shoulder to tuck his strands behind his ear just so he can feel it. A few moments pass and the song ends.

“Come with me” Sam says.

Dean walked with him to the bar and he politely got them each a glass of strawberry wine then followed Sam to a side door that led to an outside seating area that looked just as fancy as the inside. It had a gazebo type covering with large posts that have beautiful carving into them and the area was framed with lush greenery. There’s a small bar table lined with stools, Dean walks over and leans against it.

“I thought we could use the fresh air and I like it out here” Sam said standing in front of him sipping his wine.

“I can see why, it’s great out here”

Dean was sipping on his glass and holding it at waist level between sips. Sam steps closer to him, his eyes piercing through his deep green looking right back. Without looking down he grabs the glass brushing his fingers on Deans, intentionally sliding over them as he takes the glass and sets it on the table behind him.
There goes Dean’s pulse again.

Sam pressed his hips to Deans and softly placed his hand on his jaw with a thumb on his cheek. They both lean in and meet hungry lips. Soft, slow kisses, parting lips, and meeting tongues feels so sinful with the taste of strawberry and lust. Sam gently sucks on Deans bottom full lip. Deans hand is going in that long silky hair now and the other feeling along his neck. Sams hands are running up Deans back to his shoulder blades pulling him even closer so no space is between them. The moment is so thrilling and they can’t get enough, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, grab after grab, it’s like they’ve been searching for each other their whole lives and need to make up for every second apart. As they are lost in each other, the door from inside opens and two women walk out and take a seat in the opposite area making them reluctantly break apart and Sam is rubbing Deans arm to keep some connection.

“Shall we take this somewhere more private?” Sam asks looking from his eyes to his lips.

This time it’s Dean who takes Sams hand and leads him out of the building to his car. He goes to kiss Sam more and is stopped.

“Give me your keys” he says to Dean.

“What?”

“Trust me, it’s easier if I drive”

Dean hesitates but hands them over. Sam walks him to the passenger side opening the door for him. When he gets behind the wheel he looks around at how pristine the condition is. He looks at Dean.

“Don’t worry, she’s in good hands” He put his hand on Deans thigh. “And so are you”