Fic: Flaunting It
Title: Flaunting It
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Summary: Sam isn’t sure what’s going to happen when his Dad finds out about his relationship with Dean.
A/N: Written for romennim who asked for a ‘John finds out’ fic with a light, happy ending. I hope I delivered.
A/N 2: This is kind of an AU in that it’s set after Stanford but in a verse where both Dean and John survived in IMTOD. Call it poetic licensing!
The streetlight that Sam was using to read his book - while sitting on the hood of the Impala - flickered and he sighed. It would be just his luck if it went out completely. There was only one other light in the parking lot and he was already straining his eyes. If it went out, he wouldn’t be able to read and then he’d have to think about what was happening inside the motel room. Not that the distraction of the book was really working anyway.
Shaking his head, Sam tossed the book down next to him and looked over to the window of the room. He couldn’t see much, just two shadows. But two shadows mean that they were both still upright. His Dad hadn’t knocked Dean out quite yet. He hoped that was a good sign.
The light went out completely and he drummed his fingers against the car before remembering that Dean would kill him if he scratched the paintwork. It wasn’t fair, anyway. He was twenty-three years old, not some kid; his Dad should never have told him to get out, leave the adults to talk.
It wasn’t fair on Dean, either, to be left along with him to deal with this. Just because Dean was older, didn’t mean he should take all the blame.
Fists clenched, Sam stood up. He didn’t see why anyone should be blamed. He was happy and Dean was happy and, after everything they had been through, that meant they were damn lucky. If his Dad ruined it all, destroyed the relationship that they had spent the last six months building, Sam would never forgive him.
He hadn’t expected to get caught, not tonight. Their Dad hadn’t been due back for another couple of days at least. Sam’s nails dug into his palms as he thought about the way his Dad had looked at Dean. He shouldn’t be out here, should be inside getting Dean’s back.
Decision made, he stalked towards the motel room he and Dean had been sharing, threw open the door and walked inside. “I’m not leaving again so don’t bother telling me to.”
Sat on the edge of the bed, his Dad lifted his head out of his hands. “Okay.”
“Because I - what?”
John shrugged. “I said ‘okay.’ This involves you, too. Your brother’s told me that at least three times tonight.”
Smiling despite the situation, he turned to look at Dean and frowned. His brother was leaning against the wall; face pale, eyes cast down at the floor. Whatever had been said tonight, it hadn’t been good.
“Do what - what happens now?” He moved to stand next to Dean, even if he was the only one to appreciate the symbolism.
“You boys are both adults.” John sighed. “There isn’t really much I can do to stop you from…well, you know.”
“Being together, you mean. Do you want us to go?” It was something he had never wanted to do again after Stanford; walk away from his Dad. He’d do it for Dean.
John shook his head. “No.”
“What?”
“Sammy.” Dean shifted closer. “We can’t let our family fall apart. Not again.”
“Your brother’s right Sam. I can’t pretend I’m not pissed as hell about this because I am. But I can’t stop you from being together if that’s what you want. And I can’t lose either of you again.”
Sam looked at Dean and then back at their Dad. “You’re saying me and Dean can-”
“I’m saying you boys can do what you want to do. It’ll take some getting used to but, so long as you two don’t flaunt it in front of me, I’ll deal. If you’re happy.”
“I am happy. We both are, right, Dean?”
His brother smiled. “Yeah, we are.”
John nodded. “Then we’ll manage just like we’ve always managed.”
Eyes widening, Sam turned to face Dean - Dean who he had thought he was going to lose - and kissed him. He took a step back, hurt, when Dean pushed him away.
Dean smirked. “Think that counts as flaunting, Sam.”
Right. Flushing, he looked back at his Dad who was staring at the wall with great interest. No flaunting. He could work with that. Maybe.