asked, looking amused.
An evil grin curved Dean’s mouth. “Maybe.”
“What if they’re straight?” Sam picked up the last biscuit on his plate and bit off half of it.
Dean smirked over the rim of his coffee mug. “Nobody’s that straight.”
“You really need to work on your self-esteem problem, Dean.” Draining his cup, Andre pushed his chair back and stood. “Okay, I’m going to go get changed. Into something more substantial than what some people are wearing, you’ll all be glad to know.”
“You just wish you had the balls to show off that fine bod in something like this,” Dean declared, pointing his fork at Andre. “You’d look way too hot.”
Andre patted Dean’s tousled hair as he passed. “You know what, the thought of you staring at my ass all day and thinking it’s hot is enough to keep me out of thongs forever.”
Dean stuck his tongue out at Andre’s retreating back, then turned his attention back to his plateful of food. “So. Y’all talked yourselves into coming to the fort with us yet?” He forked up a huge mouthful of gravy-covered biscuit and shoved it into his mouth.
“We did, actually,” Bo answered, darting a surprised look at Sam. “Just now.”
“You mean you did.” Sam gestured at Bo with his half-empty mug. “I’m just going along with it to keep you happy.”
Dean swallowed his mouthful and licked a stray drop of gravy from the corner of his mouth. “Oh please, Sam. You know damn well you wanted to come.” He grinned, gray green eyes sparkling. “To the fort, I mean.”
Groaning, Bo rubbed a hand over his eyes. “And on that note, I’m going to head on down to the beach.”
“We’ll be out in a few minutes.” Sam gulped the rest of his coffee while Bo shoved his chair back and stood. “Where’s the sunblock? Do I need to run upstairs and get it?”
“No, it’s still out on the porch.” Bo leaned over to kiss Sam. His braid fell forward, tickling Sam’s chest. “Our towels are out there too.” He straightened up. “Dean, there’re several clean beach towels in the laundry room, if y’all need them.”
“Cool, thanks.” Lifting his mug, Dean blew on the coffee and took a sip. His gaze followed Bo out the French doors and onto the porch. “How big a fight was it?”
“Not that big, really. You were right about me wanting to go to the fort. That makes it kind of hard for me to yell at him about it.” Sam stared out the window, hands folded on the table. “I won’t lie to you, I was upset at first about y’all coming to stay here. This was supposed to be our time, you know? Just Bo and me. No work, no kids, nothing to do but just be together.”
Putting his fork down, Dean laid a hand on Sam’s arm. “I’m sorry.”
Sam gave him a fond smile. “It’s okay. Like I told Bo, I realized he was right to invite you. It didn’t make sense for y’all to drive back and forth every night or spend money on a hotel when you could stay here. And Bo and I can still have our time together. We’re hoping going on the case tonight’ll get the urge to explore out of our systems.”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know, Sam. Knowing the two of you, I think it’ll just make it worse.”
Sam didn’t answer, and was glad Dean didn’t push the issue. He had a sneaking suspicion his friend was right.
At nine thirty that night, the group stood in a huddle beneath the arch of the short tunnel forming the entrance to Fort Medina. They’d set up cameras in strategic locations throughout the fort—with the help of what seemed like miles of extension cords—and were preparing to begin the night’s investigation.
Sam gazed around at the fort’s moonlit center pentangle and the high brick walls surrounding it. His stomach churned with a mixture of sadness and excitement. The fact that he and Bo had ended up here after all hurt, because it meant being with Sam hadn’t been enough to keep Bo away. On the other hand, this place pulsed with the palpable energy
An evil grin curved Dean’s mouth. “Maybe.”
“What if they’re straight?” Sam picked up the last biscuit on his plate and bit off half of it.
Dean smirked over the rim of his coffee mug. “Nobody’s that straight.”
“You really need to work on your self-esteem problem, Dean.” Draining his cup, Andre pushed his chair back and stood. “Okay, I’m going to go get changed. Into something more substantial than what some people are wearing, you’ll all be glad to know.”
“You just wish you had the balls to show off that fine bod in something like this,” Dean declared, pointing his fork at Andre. “You’d look way too hot.”
Andre patted Dean’s tousled hair as he passed. “You know what, the thought of you staring at my ass all day and thinking it’s hot is enough to keep me out of thongs forever.”
Dean stuck his tongue out at Andre’s retreating back, then turned his attention back to his plateful of food. “So. Y’all talked yourselves into coming to the fort with us yet?” He forked up a huge mouthful of gravy-covered biscuit and shoved it into his mouth.
“We did, actually,” Bo answered, darting a surprised look at Sam. “Just now.”
“You mean you did.” Sam gestured at Bo with his half-empty mug. “I’m just going along with it to keep you happy.”
Dean swallowed his mouthful and licked a stray drop of gravy from the corner of his mouth. “Oh please, Sam. You know damn well you wanted to come.” He grinned, gray green eyes sparkling. “To the fort, I mean.”
Groaning, Bo rubbed a hand over his eyes. “And on that note, I’m going to head on down to the beach.”
“We’ll be out in a few minutes.” Sam gulped the rest of his coffee while Bo shoved his chair back and stood. “Where’s the sunblock? Do I need to run upstairs and get it?”
“No, it’s still out on the porch.” Bo leaned over to kiss Sam. His braid fell forward, tickling Sam’s chest. “Our towels are out there too.” He straightened up. “Dean, there’re several clean beach towels in the laundry room, if y’all need them.”
“Cool, thanks.” Lifting his mug, Dean blew on the coffee and took a sip. His gaze followed Bo out the French doors and onto the porch. “How big a fight was it?”
“Not that big, really. You were right about me wanting to go to the fort. That makes it kind of hard for me to yell at him about it.” Sam stared out the window, hands folded on the table. “I won’t lie to you, I was upset at first about y’all coming to stay here. This was supposed to be our time, you know? Just Bo and me. No work, no kids, nothing to do but just be together.”
Putting his fork down, Dean laid a hand on Sam’s arm. “I’m sorry.”
Sam gave him a fond smile. “It’s okay. Like I told Bo, I realized he was right to invite you. It didn’t make sense for y’all to drive back and forth every night or spend money on a hotel when you could stay here. And Bo and I can still have our time together. We’re hoping going on the case tonight’ll get the urge to explore out of our systems.”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know, Sam. Knowing the two of you, I think it’ll just make it worse.”
Sam didn’t answer, and was glad Dean didn’t push the issue. He had a sneaking suspicion his friend was right.
At nine thirty that night, the group stood in a huddle beneath the arch of the short tunnel forming the entrance to Fort Medina. They’d set up cameras in strategic locations throughout the fort—with the help of what seemed like miles of extension cords—and were preparing to begin the night’s investigation.
Sam gazed around at the fort’s moonlit center pentangle and the high brick walls surrounding it. His stomach churned with a mixture of sadness and excitement. The fact that he and Bo had ended up here after all hurt, because it meant being with Sam hadn’t been enough to keep Bo away. On the other hand, this place pulsed with the palpable energy
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