Interconnected (Part Two of Four)
Title: Interconnected
Author(s): hunters_retreat
Artist: inanna_maat
Crossover: Supernatural/ SG-1
Word Count: 19,000
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Jack/Daniel
Summary: Five months ago Dean Winchester showed up on his brother’s doorstep, bleeding and carrying with him the tale of their father’s death. Sam patched him back together and they settled into the normal, quiet life that Sam had always dreamed about. Until the day Sam took Dean to meet his best friend Jess at her family barbecue. He never expected to find an Air Force General there, or to have a Colonel take an unhealthy interest in the man he introduces as his lover. But when a hunt goes bad and Jack and Daniel find themselves caught in the hunt, will they create a new series of allies? Or will Sam and Dean become wanted by the Air Force’s best and brightest as well?
Sam smiled as he watched the pool. Dean was splashing in the water, two of Jessica’s younger cousins on his back, with a huge smile on his face. Jessica sat to the side and he watched as she splashed Dean. His brother took a deep breath and dove under, the young girls on his back jumping off as Dean went down. Jessica didn’t have a chance. When Dean emerged at her side he came shooting out of the water, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in with him.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Dean laugh so much. His fingers itched to touch Dean’s lips, to memorize the feel of them with such a joyful expression. He wanted to run his fingers through wet hair and wet his tongue on the paths of the water droplets as they ran down Dean’s neck.
“So, Jessica said you’re pre-law?”
Sam looked away from his brother, closing his eyes for a second before looking up at Daniel Jackson with a small smile. He’d talked to the other man for a few minutes earlier and liked him instantly. He had an open smile and a passionate take on the world. He felt like someone Sam would like to know, if he wasn’t part of the military of course.
“That’s the idea. Or it was. I’m not so sure now,” he admitted. A lot of his friends thought he was just getting cold feet about going to law school, but Sam knew it was more than that. Dean coming back into his life the way he had, it made Sam really look at what he was doing. And why he was doing it. “I’ve got a lot of interests and… pre-law doesn’t seem to have the appeal it once did.”
“It’s probably a good time to rethink what you’re doing then.” Daniel said with an understanding smile. “Law school is a tough commitment.”
Sam nodded, not sure what else to say to that. If he were honest with himself he’d always hoped, in some small measure, that law school would help him get back to his father. It was silly, he knew, but he’d figured it gave him three shots at his dad. The first, and most likely, was that his father would go ape-shit over his son being in any way connected to law enforcement and would come to take him away. Sam wouldn’t leave school, but he’d do the conversation right the second time and make his dad understand. The second, and least likely, was that his father would be proud of him and come to see tell him that. The third was that his father, at some point, would need a lawyer and Sam would be there to help him out. In all three cases, he’d get another chance to talk to his dad. None of it would work of course. He’d never got a chance to apologize for the angry words he’d hurled at him the night of their fight. Dean wanted him to believe Dad wanted that chance also, but he’d never find out.
“So, what else are you thinking about?” Daniel prodded him out of his thoughts.
“Anthropology or linguistics, maybe religious studies. I have a certain fascination with the occult and archaic religions.”
“Really? If you’re interested in talking to someone about it you can always call me.” Daniel said. “Linguistics is my area of study actually.”
Sam smiled because there it was again, that feeling that Daniel was honest and trustworthy, someone he could really talk to. The other man didn’t offer falsely and it made Sam warm up to him a little more. “I might take you up on that. Not too many people get into that in my circle of friends.”
“What about Dean?”
“Dean?” Sam looked over at Dean and couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as Jessica slid an arm around his shoulder, whispered something in his ear, then pushed all her weight on top of him to dunk him under. “Well ... Dean has an interest in a lot of things, but higher education isn’t one of them. He’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, but he just doesn’t care about it. He knows a lot though, about the occult and that sort of thing. A similar passion actually.”
“You seem pretty different from one another. I guess that’s what drew you together?”
Sam wasn’t sure how to answer that one. They had new lives here. Once Dean decided to settle they set him up with a new identity because he refused to let anything from his past bog Sam down at school. Sam hated having to hide who Dean was, but it made it easier with their relationship now. He had enough things in his life he hid because they were shameful to him. He didn’t want Dean to think he was part of that category.
He tried to answer as honest as he could though because he liked Daniel. If the man hadn’t been part of the military he could see really trying to get to know him. If he wasn’t partners with a man that was watching Dean like he might need to take a hunk out of him later.
“Dean and I grew up together. I was the geek and he was the bad boy and for some reason he took a liking to me,” Sam said. It was true even if he left out the brother part. Dean had never turned him away in school or anywhere else, unlike some of the other kids he know whose siblings wouldn’t acknowledge them in public. He never had to worry about Dean’s good opinion or affection. He’d always had those. “He always managed to show up and save my neck. My Dad sort of took him in, you know? When Dad died, Dean came here to keep me in line I guess,” he managed to say with only a sad smile.
It was still too soon to talk about it, too soon to remember the grief in his brother’s eyes when he’d shown up on Sam’s doorstep, bleeding and broken, unable to do much more than stumble through the door. He didn’t know what sort of will had kept his brother going but it was obvious once he was with Sam it had left him. He’d patched his brother up, grateful he didn’t have any roommates to ask questions. When it was all done and Dean was lying on the bed, painkillers beginning to take effect, he’d confessed it all.
Dad was dead. He’d found a lead on the demon that had killed Mary. After all those years, it was beginning to resurface. The demon did his best to gut Dean in front of their father, had taken pretty good hunks out of their dad as well before they were able to exorcise it. Dad had thrown Dean into the back seat but the demon wasn’t quite done with them. He’d taken over another body and drove a semi into the truck.
Dean had walked away from it, bleeding and bruised but none the less alive. John Winchester never stirred again. Dean had stumbled out, found his way to the Impala and drove the 670 miles from Boise to Palo Alto to make sure Sam was still safe.
“Seems more like you would keep him in line,” Daniel commented with a knowing smile.
Sam laughed. “Yeah, I guess it might look like that. Dean might like to party, but he’s a good person. He just needs to be reminded of that from time to time.”
“I know a few people like that,” Daniel said with a smile, his eyes trailing over to where Jack sat. “So you go to school and Dean does what?”
“A couple jobs. He works at a garage downtown and does some courier work. I think he does the last one just to stay out of my hair. Well, that and to put some more miles on his car.”
“You know, I don’t think I caught your last name before? Jess didn’t mention them.”
Sam smiled because Daniel really had to be the worst interrogator in the history of the military. He just asked straight forward and didn’t shy away from it. It was sort of refreshing, except that Sam could still see Jack at the other side of the yard, watching Dean in the pool. “Winchester. Sam Winchester and Dean Antilles. And yours?”
“Daniel Jackson.”
“And your … friend?”
Daniel frowned at him and Sam wondered if there was supposed to be some sort of secret about the way the two men acted towards one another. Oh right. Don’t ask don’t tell. Wasn’t that a joke?
“You mean Jack? He’s my colonel.” Sam smiled at that and Daniel seemed to realize how that sounded. “I mean, he’s the colonel at the base I work out of. Jack O’Neill.”
“I thought you were a linguist? What exactly do you do with the military?”
“I have a PhD in Archeology, Anthropology, and Philology, all extremely useful and relevant areas of study. Are you thinking of pursuing them here at Stanford?”
Sam nodded, letting himself be pulled away from the questions. “Possibly. I came here because of the law school, but it’s just something I’ve been turning over in my head lately. I haven’t looked too much into it yet.” Daniel didn’t seem to be aware that he’d given their names out, or maybe he didn’t know how much someone with Sam’s hacker skills could get from it. Sam didn’t feel bad in the slightest. He was sure that Jack O’Neill would be looking into their cover story. He might as well see what he could find out about Jack and Daniel in turn.
Dean dropped the towel next to their shoes and decided it was time to take the more direct route to all of this. Sam was sitting with Daniel Jackson and from Sam’s smiles and the occasional glance at Dean or Jack, he had a fair idea of what was happening. Dean had always preferred action. Let the geek boys talk it out. Though, he did take a few minutes to admire the view. There were few geeks built as well as Sam. While Daniel had a tone body and warm, expressive eyes, he didn’t hold a candle to Sam.
Sam was sitting in the grass, legs stretched out in front of him a mile long, his weight resting back on his hands as he listened to Daniel talking. There was an amused smile on Sam’s face and his shoulders were more relaxed than Dean had seen them since Sam had turned sixteen.
It was good to see him so relaxed, away from his studies and homework and hunting and all the other pain that he’d suffered in his life. Dean smiled as he watched for one more minute, vowing to himself to make sure Sam got out more like this, then turned back to his intended target.
Dean walked to the cooler and grabbed two beers, taking them over to the picnic table and handing one to Jack O’Neill who sat there alone, straddling one of the benches at the table. “You looked like you could use one,” he said as Jack took it. He sat in the seat opposite him and took a long drink.
“Thanks,” Jack said, giving him a small smile.
“Anytime, especially from someone else’s cooler.” Dean answered back. “You know the family?”
“Friend of the General.”
“George, right?” Dean asked, remembering the way Jessica had curled up into the man’s lap and smiled, introducing them to ‘Uncle George’. “Hard to remember names around here.”
“Most people remember meeting General Hammond, no matter what name you call him. He’s not the sort of person you forget.”
Dean smirked. “You can say that again. Glad I’m not trying to make an impression and win the fair Jess’s hand.”
Jack let out a snort at that. “Much safer not to be.”
Dean looked over at Sam, thought about what Sam might do to him if he even acted like he was interested in his brother’s ex. “You got that right.” He took another swig of his beer. “I thought Jessica said her uncle lived in Colorado. You in town for long?”
“Just a short stay.” Jack said. “Unless we find something we need to stick around for.”
Dean’s lips turned up in a smile that was almost a dare. “Is that some kind of warning?”
“Just a fact.” Jack took a drink of his beer, then nodded to Daniel and Sam. “How long do you think they could sit there, talking geek?”
“If Daniel is anything like Sam, we might never see them again.”
“Where’d you serve?”
“Excuse me?” Dean was taken back by the question but he did his best to keep it from showing on his face.
“Military service.”
Dean shook his head. “I’m not exactly the tell-me-what-to-do type.”
“Really?”
Dean’s eyes hardened as he looked at the other man. “I got no trouble with military types, but it’s not me. Don’t need anyone to tell me who my enemies are. I don’t need someone to tell me where to point a gun.”
“But you know how to pull the trigger dontcha Dean?”
“Hey Dean,” Sam’s hand landed on his shoulder as he stepped up, his chest pressing to Dean’s back. “you ready to head out?”
Dean looked away from Jack and found Daniel hovering close to Jack. He smiled at Sam then back over at the soldier. “Well, this has been real fun. If you decide to stick around we should do it again sometime.”
Sam wasn’t happy with him, he could see it, but he was holding his tongue for now. Sam wanted them gone and Dean couldn’t argue with that. He wasn’t sure why he’d started to lose his temper with Jack but something about the man’s attitude bothered him. Like he was sizing them up and thought he knew all about them from a few minutes conversation.
Jack smiled back at him. “Sure thing Dean. Nice to know we have some friends in town.”
Dean turned to walk away, saw Sam exchange curious glances with Daniel before he made it to his brother’s side.
“Wanna tell me what that was Dean?”
“Just say good-bye to Jess and I’ll tell you at home.”
“Jack?”
“Yeah Daniel?”
“Care to fill me in?” Jack took a long drink and watched Daniel as he took the vacated seat opposite him. “I was trying to get some information out of Sam and suddenly he got up and practically ran over here.”
“So he knew he was interrupting?” Jack already knew the answer, but Daniel had a way with people that made them want to confide, to reach out like he was a long lost best friend. Sometimes, he took the edge off Jack’s sharper fears, the professional paranoia that leaked into his judgment when they were away from the Stargate and helped him see that people weren’t always covering for the worst. Sometimes though, Daniel just proved him right.
“Yeah.”
“We need to figure these boys out Daniel.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, but I think Dean was about to say something he shouldn’t and Sam’s smart enough to know the signs. Dean trusts him enough to accept his judgment on it.”
“We do that all the time Jack.”
“Yeah Daniel, but how many years have we been working in the field together, where life and death balanced on that trust?”
Daniel sighed. “Too many.”
“Yeah, the thing is Danny; something tells me it’s the same with those two. We need to figure out what they know about the goa’uld, and whose side they’re on.”
Dean was as good as his word. When they got home he went straight into the apartment and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Sam.
“Soooo…” Sam drew the word out as he sat across from Dean. Dean quickly relayed his conversation with Jack and then listened in turn as Sam filled him in about his talk with Daniel.
“Well, let’s hope the fake identity Bobby got me holds muster. It’s about to be tested.”
“Bobby said the guy who did it was some computer genius. He wouldn’t steer us wrong.”
“Yeah, I know,” Dean said with a disgusted sign. “That guy just got under my skin Sam. I don’t know why he bothered me so much.”
“From the looks of it, you were getting under his too. What do you think he wants?”
“I don’t know. Daniel’s digging into you and trying to get more information about me and then Jack’s questions about the military? I just don’t know. I mean… they’ll run the paperwork and nothing will seem strange, but you can’t change what they’ve seen.”
“You think it’s about your scars?” Sam’s concern was barely hidden under his doubt.
“There’s a reason I don’t do shorts dude,” he knew he’d said the right thing when Sam smiled at him.
“I thought it was because you were shy.”
“Shy?” Dean asked, a slight smile on his lips as Sam stood up, pulling his tee shirt off and dropping it to the floor as he straddled Dean’s lap.
“Yeah, shy.”
Dean let his hands fall to Sam’s hips, taking a deep breath as he drank in the sight of the man on his lap. He’d always known Sam was good looking but it wasn’t until he’d come to Stanford after their dad’s death that Sam had affected him like that. Being called Sam’s boyfriend wasn’t hard to adjust to because it was public but because he’d never had those sorts of feelings for Sam before. He’d woken from his injuries and been surprised, and attracted, to the calm, confident man his brother had become. He’d barely had time to accept those feelings when Sam had pushed him against a wall and turned his life on edge, giving him a place to call home, a reason to stay when in all honesty, he’d never wanted to leave.
“I practically had to tie you to a bed to get you undressed that first time.” Sam continued as he leaned down, biting playfully at Dean’s earlobe.
“Jesus Sammy.”
“You have any idea how much I wanted to wrap myself around you in the pool Dean? Seeing you show your body off like that to all those people? Wanted to show them just where you belong.”
Dean looked up at him, brought his hands up to Sam’s face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip. “Just where do I belong?”
Sam smiled as he brought his lips within a breath of Dean’s. “Inside of me.
He brushed his lips over Dean’s, and then licked at the seams until he opened up to him. Dean kept one hand on Sam’s face, the other shifting to Sam’s back, pulling him closer. Sam’s hands found the hem of his shirt and he pulled it off, breaking the kiss and standing as he did so.
He dropped Dean’s shirt, then turned to walk out, his hands working his belt as he did so. It dropped to the floor in the middle of the living room and as Sam made his way down the hall, his jeans followed it.
When he reached his bedroom door, Sam looked back over at Dean and smiled. “Anytime now Dean.”
“Nothing subtle about you Sammy.”
Sam entered the bedroom and Dean grabbed each dropped item and took it with him. When he got to the room, Sam was stretched out on the bed, lubricant sitting on the bedside table. He was lying back on the pillow, one hand lazily stroking his cock.
Dean dropped the clothes and let his own fall away as well, Sam watching closely as he slid the jeans down over his hips. Dean crawled up the bed to his waiting lover and captured his mouth in a kiss. Sam’s hands pulled him close, his hips thrusting slow and sweet into Dean as he bit softly at Sam’s lip.
“Dean, please…”
“Yeah Sam. Know what you need.” He reached for the bottle and had his fingers slicked up quickly, pressing one finger inside him as he kissed a path down his neck, stopping to lick and bite at Sam’s collarbone. He added a second finger when Sam started thrusting back into his hand, knowing that Sam was ready for more. He continued to open him as he kissed his way down Sam’s body, licking at his nipples and biting a path to his hipbone. As Dean licked the head of Sam’s cock, he pressed three fingers in, the same slow steady rhythm Sam had started.
Sam’s hips arched off the bed and Dean swallowed him down, letting Sam fuck into his mouth as he continued to stretch him.
“Dean, oh God now,” It didn’t take long for Sam to start begging and the last think Dean wanted right then was to make Sam wait for it.
He pulled his fingers free and slicked himself up with the efficiency of the well practiced. They might have taken a long time to figure out where they belonged, but once they did it had been all or nothing, no going slow and no holding back. He pushed into Sam’s body, sliding all the way home in one long, slow glide. He didn’t even try to suppress the moan that was building at the feel of Sam’s body wrapping warm and tight around him.
When Sam’s feet hooked around his thighs and tried to pull him in closer, and he didn’t need words to know that Sam was ready for him to move. They hadn’t been lovers all that long, but they’d been reading each other’s body language their whole lives and it translated as easily into sex as it had everything else. He set an easy pace with Sam’s hips snapping up to meet Dean’s.
He could feel the tremble of his lover’s body when he was reaching the edge, knew it was too late to stop when Sam’s hands grabbed him, nails digging into his shoulders with white knuckled intensity, pushing Dean closer and closer to his own orgasm.
He didn’t fight the building pressure that was riding on Sam’s pleasure. He leaned forward, kissing Sam who groaned into his mouth.
“Fuck Dean... please…” he whimpered into his lips. “God please Dean… need to come… please… gotta…” and Dean could lose it just from the things Sam said to him when their lips were apart and the rest of their bodies were joined.
He felt it then, felt Sam’s body clamp around him and the hot splash of come between them. His own orgasm rode Sam’s, his hips slamming into Sam, as he pushed them both further over the edge.
He could barely breathe as Sam floated kisses over his face and neck, his hands soothing where his fingers had bitten into flesh. He pulled out with a soft groan from Sam and rolled onto the bed beside him, felt his brother moving around until something soft was wiping across his stomach and down to his cock cleaning him up before he settled back onto the bed. Sam pulled him back into his chest and Dean rested in the sweat-slicked hollow of his brother’s arms.
It was still early in the evening, but Dean didn’t fight the closing of his eyes. He heard Sam’s breathing even out behind him and knew that he wasn’t the only one that wanted a nap. He turned over and Sam dropped onto his back. When Dean moved closer, putting his head on Sam’s chest and relaxed, Sam was already asleep. Dean followed not long after.
Author(s): hunters_retreat
Artist: inanna_maat
Crossover: Supernatural/ SG-1
Word Count: 19,000
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Jack/Daniel
Summary: Five months ago Dean Winchester showed up on his brother’s doorstep, bleeding and carrying with him the tale of their father’s death. Sam patched him back together and they settled into the normal, quiet life that Sam had always dreamed about. Until the day Sam took Dean to meet his best friend Jess at her family barbecue. He never expected to find an Air Force General there, or to have a Colonel take an unhealthy interest in the man he introduces as his lover. But when a hunt goes bad and Jack and Daniel find themselves caught in the hunt, will they create a new series of allies? Or will Sam and Dean become wanted by the Air Force’s best and brightest as well?
Sam smiled as he watched the pool. Dean was splashing in the water, two of Jessica’s younger cousins on his back, with a huge smile on his face. Jessica sat to the side and he watched as she splashed Dean. His brother took a deep breath and dove under, the young girls on his back jumping off as Dean went down. Jessica didn’t have a chance. When Dean emerged at her side he came shooting out of the water, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in with him.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Dean laugh so much. His fingers itched to touch Dean’s lips, to memorize the feel of them with such a joyful expression. He wanted to run his fingers through wet hair and wet his tongue on the paths of the water droplets as they ran down Dean’s neck.
“So, Jessica said you’re pre-law?”
Sam looked away from his brother, closing his eyes for a second before looking up at Daniel Jackson with a small smile. He’d talked to the other man for a few minutes earlier and liked him instantly. He had an open smile and a passionate take on the world. He felt like someone Sam would like to know, if he wasn’t part of the military of course.
“That’s the idea. Or it was. I’m not so sure now,” he admitted. A lot of his friends thought he was just getting cold feet about going to law school, but Sam knew it was more than that. Dean coming back into his life the way he had, it made Sam really look at what he was doing. And why he was doing it. “I’ve got a lot of interests and… pre-law doesn’t seem to have the appeal it once did.”
“It’s probably a good time to rethink what you’re doing then.” Daniel said with an understanding smile. “Law school is a tough commitment.”
Sam nodded, not sure what else to say to that. If he were honest with himself he’d always hoped, in some small measure, that law school would help him get back to his father. It was silly, he knew, but he’d figured it gave him three shots at his dad. The first, and most likely, was that his father would go ape-shit over his son being in any way connected to law enforcement and would come to take him away. Sam wouldn’t leave school, but he’d do the conversation right the second time and make his dad understand. The second, and least likely, was that his father would be proud of him and come to see tell him that. The third was that his father, at some point, would need a lawyer and Sam would be there to help him out. In all three cases, he’d get another chance to talk to his dad. None of it would work of course. He’d never got a chance to apologize for the angry words he’d hurled at him the night of their fight. Dean wanted him to believe Dad wanted that chance also, but he’d never find out.
“So, what else are you thinking about?” Daniel prodded him out of his thoughts.
“Anthropology or linguistics, maybe religious studies. I have a certain fascination with the occult and archaic religions.”
“Really? If you’re interested in talking to someone about it you can always call me.” Daniel said. “Linguistics is my area of study actually.”
Sam smiled because there it was again, that feeling that Daniel was honest and trustworthy, someone he could really talk to. The other man didn’t offer falsely and it made Sam warm up to him a little more. “I might take you up on that. Not too many people get into that in my circle of friends.”
“What about Dean?”
“Dean?” Sam looked over at Dean and couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as Jessica slid an arm around his shoulder, whispered something in his ear, then pushed all her weight on top of him to dunk him under. “Well ... Dean has an interest in a lot of things, but higher education isn’t one of them. He’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, but he just doesn’t care about it. He knows a lot though, about the occult and that sort of thing. A similar passion actually.”
“You seem pretty different from one another. I guess that’s what drew you together?”
Sam wasn’t sure how to answer that one. They had new lives here. Once Dean decided to settle they set him up with a new identity because he refused to let anything from his past bog Sam down at school. Sam hated having to hide who Dean was, but it made it easier with their relationship now. He had enough things in his life he hid because they were shameful to him. He didn’t want Dean to think he was part of that category.
He tried to answer as honest as he could though because he liked Daniel. If the man hadn’t been part of the military he could see really trying to get to know him. If he wasn’t partners with a man that was watching Dean like he might need to take a hunk out of him later.
“Dean and I grew up together. I was the geek and he was the bad boy and for some reason he took a liking to me,” Sam said. It was true even if he left out the brother part. Dean had never turned him away in school or anywhere else, unlike some of the other kids he know whose siblings wouldn’t acknowledge them in public. He never had to worry about Dean’s good opinion or affection. He’d always had those. “He always managed to show up and save my neck. My Dad sort of took him in, you know? When Dad died, Dean came here to keep me in line I guess,” he managed to say with only a sad smile.
It was still too soon to talk about it, too soon to remember the grief in his brother’s eyes when he’d shown up on Sam’s doorstep, bleeding and broken, unable to do much more than stumble through the door. He didn’t know what sort of will had kept his brother going but it was obvious once he was with Sam it had left him. He’d patched his brother up, grateful he didn’t have any roommates to ask questions. When it was all done and Dean was lying on the bed, painkillers beginning to take effect, he’d confessed it all.
Dad was dead. He’d found a lead on the demon that had killed Mary. After all those years, it was beginning to resurface. The demon did his best to gut Dean in front of their father, had taken pretty good hunks out of their dad as well before they were able to exorcise it. Dad had thrown Dean into the back seat but the demon wasn’t quite done with them. He’d taken over another body and drove a semi into the truck.
Dean had walked away from it, bleeding and bruised but none the less alive. John Winchester never stirred again. Dean had stumbled out, found his way to the Impala and drove the 670 miles from Boise to Palo Alto to make sure Sam was still safe.
“Seems more like you would keep him in line,” Daniel commented with a knowing smile.
Sam laughed. “Yeah, I guess it might look like that. Dean might like to party, but he’s a good person. He just needs to be reminded of that from time to time.”
“I know a few people like that,” Daniel said with a smile, his eyes trailing over to where Jack sat. “So you go to school and Dean does what?”
“A couple jobs. He works at a garage downtown and does some courier work. I think he does the last one just to stay out of my hair. Well, that and to put some more miles on his car.”
“You know, I don’t think I caught your last name before? Jess didn’t mention them.”
Sam smiled because Daniel really had to be the worst interrogator in the history of the military. He just asked straight forward and didn’t shy away from it. It was sort of refreshing, except that Sam could still see Jack at the other side of the yard, watching Dean in the pool. “Winchester. Sam Winchester and Dean Antilles. And yours?”
“Daniel Jackson.”
“And your … friend?”
Daniel frowned at him and Sam wondered if there was supposed to be some sort of secret about the way the two men acted towards one another. Oh right. Don’t ask don’t tell. Wasn’t that a joke?
“You mean Jack? He’s my colonel.” Sam smiled at that and Daniel seemed to realize how that sounded. “I mean, he’s the colonel at the base I work out of. Jack O’Neill.”
“I thought you were a linguist? What exactly do you do with the military?”
“I have a PhD in Archeology, Anthropology, and Philology, all extremely useful and relevant areas of study. Are you thinking of pursuing them here at Stanford?”
Sam nodded, letting himself be pulled away from the questions. “Possibly. I came here because of the law school, but it’s just something I’ve been turning over in my head lately. I haven’t looked too much into it yet.” Daniel didn’t seem to be aware that he’d given their names out, or maybe he didn’t know how much someone with Sam’s hacker skills could get from it. Sam didn’t feel bad in the slightest. He was sure that Jack O’Neill would be looking into their cover story. He might as well see what he could find out about Jack and Daniel in turn.
Dean dropped the towel next to their shoes and decided it was time to take the more direct route to all of this. Sam was sitting with Daniel Jackson and from Sam’s smiles and the occasional glance at Dean or Jack, he had a fair idea of what was happening. Dean had always preferred action. Let the geek boys talk it out. Though, he did take a few minutes to admire the view. There were few geeks built as well as Sam. While Daniel had a tone body and warm, expressive eyes, he didn’t hold a candle to Sam.
Sam was sitting in the grass, legs stretched out in front of him a mile long, his weight resting back on his hands as he listened to Daniel talking. There was an amused smile on Sam’s face and his shoulders were more relaxed than Dean had seen them since Sam had turned sixteen.
It was good to see him so relaxed, away from his studies and homework and hunting and all the other pain that he’d suffered in his life. Dean smiled as he watched for one more minute, vowing to himself to make sure Sam got out more like this, then turned back to his intended target.
Dean walked to the cooler and grabbed two beers, taking them over to the picnic table and handing one to Jack O’Neill who sat there alone, straddling one of the benches at the table. “You looked like you could use one,” he said as Jack took it. He sat in the seat opposite him and took a long drink.
“Thanks,” Jack said, giving him a small smile.
“Anytime, especially from someone else’s cooler.” Dean answered back. “You know the family?”
“Friend of the General.”
“George, right?” Dean asked, remembering the way Jessica had curled up into the man’s lap and smiled, introducing them to ‘Uncle George’. “Hard to remember names around here.”
“Most people remember meeting General Hammond, no matter what name you call him. He’s not the sort of person you forget.”
Dean smirked. “You can say that again. Glad I’m not trying to make an impression and win the fair Jess’s hand.”
Jack let out a snort at that. “Much safer not to be.”
Dean looked over at Sam, thought about what Sam might do to him if he even acted like he was interested in his brother’s ex. “You got that right.” He took another swig of his beer. “I thought Jessica said her uncle lived in Colorado. You in town for long?”
“Just a short stay.” Jack said. “Unless we find something we need to stick around for.”
Dean’s lips turned up in a smile that was almost a dare. “Is that some kind of warning?”
“Just a fact.” Jack took a drink of his beer, then nodded to Daniel and Sam. “How long do you think they could sit there, talking geek?”
“If Daniel is anything like Sam, we might never see them again.”
“Where’d you serve?”
“Excuse me?” Dean was taken back by the question but he did his best to keep it from showing on his face.
“Military service.”
Dean shook his head. “I’m not exactly the tell-me-what-to-do type.”
“Really?”
Dean’s eyes hardened as he looked at the other man. “I got no trouble with military types, but it’s not me. Don’t need anyone to tell me who my enemies are. I don’t need someone to tell me where to point a gun.”
“But you know how to pull the trigger dontcha Dean?”
“Hey Dean,” Sam’s hand landed on his shoulder as he stepped up, his chest pressing to Dean’s back. “you ready to head out?”
Dean looked away from Jack and found Daniel hovering close to Jack. He smiled at Sam then back over at the soldier. “Well, this has been real fun. If you decide to stick around we should do it again sometime.”
Sam wasn’t happy with him, he could see it, but he was holding his tongue for now. Sam wanted them gone and Dean couldn’t argue with that. He wasn’t sure why he’d started to lose his temper with Jack but something about the man’s attitude bothered him. Like he was sizing them up and thought he knew all about them from a few minutes conversation.
Jack smiled back at him. “Sure thing Dean. Nice to know we have some friends in town.”
Dean turned to walk away, saw Sam exchange curious glances with Daniel before he made it to his brother’s side.
“Wanna tell me what that was Dean?”
“Just say good-bye to Jess and I’ll tell you at home.”
“Jack?”
“Yeah Daniel?”
“Care to fill me in?” Jack took a long drink and watched Daniel as he took the vacated seat opposite him. “I was trying to get some information out of Sam and suddenly he got up and practically ran over here.”
“So he knew he was interrupting?” Jack already knew the answer, but Daniel had a way with people that made them want to confide, to reach out like he was a long lost best friend. Sometimes, he took the edge off Jack’s sharper fears, the professional paranoia that leaked into his judgment when they were away from the Stargate and helped him see that people weren’t always covering for the worst. Sometimes though, Daniel just proved him right.
“Yeah.”
“We need to figure these boys out Daniel.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, but I think Dean was about to say something he shouldn’t and Sam’s smart enough to know the signs. Dean trusts him enough to accept his judgment on it.”
“We do that all the time Jack.”
“Yeah Daniel, but how many years have we been working in the field together, where life and death balanced on that trust?”
Daniel sighed. “Too many.”
“Yeah, the thing is Danny; something tells me it’s the same with those two. We need to figure out what they know about the goa’uld, and whose side they’re on.”
Dean was as good as his word. When they got home he went straight into the apartment and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Sam.
“Soooo…” Sam drew the word out as he sat across from Dean. Dean quickly relayed his conversation with Jack and then listened in turn as Sam filled him in about his talk with Daniel.
“Well, let’s hope the fake identity Bobby got me holds muster. It’s about to be tested.”
“Bobby said the guy who did it was some computer genius. He wouldn’t steer us wrong.”
“Yeah, I know,” Dean said with a disgusted sign. “That guy just got under my skin Sam. I don’t know why he bothered me so much.”
“From the looks of it, you were getting under his too. What do you think he wants?”
“I don’t know. Daniel’s digging into you and trying to get more information about me and then Jack’s questions about the military? I just don’t know. I mean… they’ll run the paperwork and nothing will seem strange, but you can’t change what they’ve seen.”
“You think it’s about your scars?” Sam’s concern was barely hidden under his doubt.
“There’s a reason I don’t do shorts dude,” he knew he’d said the right thing when Sam smiled at him.
“I thought it was because you were shy.”
“Shy?” Dean asked, a slight smile on his lips as Sam stood up, pulling his tee shirt off and dropping it to the floor as he straddled Dean’s lap.
“Yeah, shy.”
Dean let his hands fall to Sam’s hips, taking a deep breath as he drank in the sight of the man on his lap. He’d always known Sam was good looking but it wasn’t until he’d come to Stanford after their dad’s death that Sam had affected him like that. Being called Sam’s boyfriend wasn’t hard to adjust to because it was public but because he’d never had those sorts of feelings for Sam before. He’d woken from his injuries and been surprised, and attracted, to the calm, confident man his brother had become. He’d barely had time to accept those feelings when Sam had pushed him against a wall and turned his life on edge, giving him a place to call home, a reason to stay when in all honesty, he’d never wanted to leave.
“I practically had to tie you to a bed to get you undressed that first time.” Sam continued as he leaned down, biting playfully at Dean’s earlobe.
“Jesus Sammy.”
“You have any idea how much I wanted to wrap myself around you in the pool Dean? Seeing you show your body off like that to all those people? Wanted to show them just where you belong.”
Dean looked up at him, brought his hands up to Sam’s face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip. “Just where do I belong?”
Sam smiled as he brought his lips within a breath of Dean’s. “Inside of me.
He brushed his lips over Dean’s, and then licked at the seams until he opened up to him. Dean kept one hand on Sam’s face, the other shifting to Sam’s back, pulling him closer. Sam’s hands found the hem of his shirt and he pulled it off, breaking the kiss and standing as he did so.
He dropped Dean’s shirt, then turned to walk out, his hands working his belt as he did so. It dropped to the floor in the middle of the living room and as Sam made his way down the hall, his jeans followed it.
When he reached his bedroom door, Sam looked back over at Dean and smiled. “Anytime now Dean.”
“Nothing subtle about you Sammy.”
Sam entered the bedroom and Dean grabbed each dropped item and took it with him. When he got to the room, Sam was stretched out on the bed, lubricant sitting on the bedside table. He was lying back on the pillow, one hand lazily stroking his cock.
Dean dropped the clothes and let his own fall away as well, Sam watching closely as he slid the jeans down over his hips. Dean crawled up the bed to his waiting lover and captured his mouth in a kiss. Sam’s hands pulled him close, his hips thrusting slow and sweet into Dean as he bit softly at Sam’s lip.
“Dean, please…”
“Yeah Sam. Know what you need.” He reached for the bottle and had his fingers slicked up quickly, pressing one finger inside him as he kissed a path down his neck, stopping to lick and bite at Sam’s collarbone. He added a second finger when Sam started thrusting back into his hand, knowing that Sam was ready for more. He continued to open him as he kissed his way down Sam’s body, licking at his nipples and biting a path to his hipbone. As Dean licked the head of Sam’s cock, he pressed three fingers in, the same slow steady rhythm Sam had started.
Sam’s hips arched off the bed and Dean swallowed him down, letting Sam fuck into his mouth as he continued to stretch him.
“Dean, oh God now,” It didn’t take long for Sam to start begging and the last think Dean wanted right then was to make Sam wait for it.
He pulled his fingers free and slicked himself up with the efficiency of the well practiced. They might have taken a long time to figure out where they belonged, but once they did it had been all or nothing, no going slow and no holding back. He pushed into Sam’s body, sliding all the way home in one long, slow glide. He didn’t even try to suppress the moan that was building at the feel of Sam’s body wrapping warm and tight around him.
When Sam’s feet hooked around his thighs and tried to pull him in closer, and he didn’t need words to know that Sam was ready for him to move. They hadn’t been lovers all that long, but they’d been reading each other’s body language their whole lives and it translated as easily into sex as it had everything else. He set an easy pace with Sam’s hips snapping up to meet Dean’s.
He could feel the tremble of his lover’s body when he was reaching the edge, knew it was too late to stop when Sam’s hands grabbed him, nails digging into his shoulders with white knuckled intensity, pushing Dean closer and closer to his own orgasm.
He didn’t fight the building pressure that was riding on Sam’s pleasure. He leaned forward, kissing Sam who groaned into his mouth.
“Fuck Dean... please…” he whimpered into his lips. “God please Dean… need to come… please… gotta…” and Dean could lose it just from the things Sam said to him when their lips were apart and the rest of their bodies were joined.
He felt it then, felt Sam’s body clamp around him and the hot splash of come between them. His own orgasm rode Sam’s, his hips slamming into Sam, as he pushed them both further over the edge.
He could barely breathe as Sam floated kisses over his face and neck, his hands soothing where his fingers had bitten into flesh. He pulled out with a soft groan from Sam and rolled onto the bed beside him, felt his brother moving around until something soft was wiping across his stomach and down to his cock cleaning him up before he settled back onto the bed. Sam pulled him back into his chest and Dean rested in the sweat-slicked hollow of his brother’s arms.
It was still early in the evening, but Dean didn’t fight the closing of his eyes. He heard Sam’s breathing even out behind him and knew that he wasn’t the only one that wanted a nap. He turned over and Sam dropped onto his back. When Dean moved closer, putting his head on Sam’s chest and relaxed, Sam was already asleep. Dean followed not long after.