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In the first of a series of dreams he had about Dean, he had gently brushed a thumb across Dean’s cheek, wiping away a lone tear. With a gentleness that most people wouldn’t associate with his size, he titled Dean’s head upwards slightly and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He put his arm around Dean’s waist to pull him close so he could feel Dean’s body against his own. He moved his head to Dean’s ear and whispered just two words. “Me too.”
The second dream was just as gentle, but slightly more erotic. He was naked in bed with Dean. Their bodies were pressed close together. While the older of them slept, he was tracing small patterns on his arm. He placed gentle kisses on Dean’s neck before putting an arm around Dean’s waist.
The third dream was much more passionate. He was buried deep inside Dean. The tightness that surrounded him was like a silk glove. Every thrust he made brought an inordinate amount of pleasure and completion. Each sound of pleasure from Dean made the experience more intense than anything he had ever experienced before. After that dream, he woke up hard and horny.
The fourth dream was different from all of the others. Dean was sitting on a bed talking about Stanford. There is no mention of sex or their new found relationship. He is telling Dean about his new life at college. He wakes up crying Dean’s name.
The fifth dream is more unusual. It is a lot more heartbreaking. Dean is wishing him well at college. Dean is letting go. He wakes up from that dream crying for what he has done to his brother.
The sixth dream holds a startling revelation. In this dream, he is fighting with a woman. The woman speaks to him, but he doesn’t hear the words. He just gets the feeling that something has been taken from him. He wakes up covered in a cold sweet and realizes one thing. The dreams he has been having about Dean are not dreams, but memories.
He quickly gets out of bed, thankful that he had fallen asleep fully clothed. Walking out of the bedroom, he goes straight to the kitchen where he had placed his cell phone on the counter. Picking up his cell, he flipped it open and dialled a number he knew by heart. Before the cell phone had managed to complete dialling the number, he hung up. Calling Dean wasn’t the best thing he could do at the moment. He had obviously hurt Dean or done something so bad that it couldn’t be fixed with one phone call. He needed to speak to Dean in person. He had to repair whatever damage he had done. He couldn’t call Dean and let him know he was coming for a visit. He needed to be crafty. He needed to speak to some one would help him without asking too many questions.
Caleb.
He could phone Caleb and ask for his help. With that final decision made, he dialled Caleb’s number. He only had to wait for a few seconds for the call to connect.
“Caleb, I need your help.” Sam said
“Hello to you too. What can I help you with?” Caleb asked. Sam was exactly like his father; when it came to patience, he didn’t have a lot of it.
“I need you to arrange a meeting with Dean,” Sam said.
“Isn’t that something you can do?” Caleb asked.
Running a hand though his hair, Sam knew that the only way he was going to get Caleb’s help was by telling him the truth. “When I left for Stanford I said some things to Dean that I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to call him just for him to hang up on me.”
“Getting Dean to agree to any kind of meeting may prove to be a problem. Dean has only been dealing with simple haunting’s. Other hunter's having been saying things,” Caleb informed.
“What kind of things?” Sam asked.
“That Dean has lost his enthusiasm for the hunt. Many people in the hunting community believe that it is only a matter of time before he gets himself killed,” Caleb said. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Sam about the betting pool the hunters had going on Dean.
“What about dad? What does he have to say about all of this?” Sam demanded. He wanted to know why his father was letting people think so badly of Dean. The Dean he knew thrived on the thrill and adrenaline of a dangerous hunt. He could think of nothing that would change Dean’s attitude.
“Dean and your father rarely hunt together anymore,” Caleb said.
Sam wanted to know what had separated Dean from their dad. He wanted to know what had changed so much. It was only by speaking to Dean in person that he would be able to get answers for those questions. “You need to arrange that meeting.”
“What about your father?” Caleb asked.
“This has nothing to do with him. Caleb, please arrange this meeting for me. Just don’t tell Dean it will be me he will be he is seeing.”
Caleb wanted to ask what Sam had done to damage his relationship with his brother. A simple lack of contact with Dean didn’t explain the desperation in Sam’s voice. Whatever had happened wasn’t going to be easy enough to fix with just one meeting. He had a feeling that Sam already realized that. “I’ll arrange a meeting with Dean for four days time at the Double Six motel in Branknack. Be there at 7pm.”
“How can you be so sure what motel Dean will be staying in?” Sam asked curiously.
“Just be there Sam,” Caleb said as he ended the phone call. He wasn’t going to tell Sam that Dean had been staying at the same Double six motel for the last week. He knew that Sam wouldn’t be able to resist going to see Dean. He, like all other hunters, knew that surprising a Winchester wasn’t a good for your continuing good health.