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They both began to drift off, Luke whispering sweet nothings to the other until he himself fell asleep as well.
Sam woke up about an hour later, still encased in Luke’s embrace and he stayed for a few moments before wiggling out of his grip. Luke whined, reaching out for the man, and Sam shushed him.
“I’m just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep,” he whispered, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. This calmed the blond and Sam made his way to the en suite in order to piss and clean himself up a bit.
Luke faded in and out of sleep and was still too out of it to realize that when he heard a door open, the water in the bathroom was still running.
“Sammy?” He mumbled, not opening his eyes.
There was a click that Luke didn’t register until he felt something cold being pressed against his temple. He didn’t move but his eyes shot open, meeting green eyes surrounded with freckles.
“Only I call him Sammy,” the man growled.
“You must be Michael,” Luke replied through gritted teeth. “Shame we had to meet under such shitty circumstances.”
“Not in the mood for jokes.”
“I get the feeling you often aren’t. So what, beating your brother up for having a boyfriend wasn’t enough? You had to come threaten me too?” Despite his brave words, he still hadn’t tried to make a move. While he didn’t think he’d actually be murdered by his boyfriend’s brother, he wasn’t in the mood to take unnecessary risks.
“Not just a threat if I follow through,” Dean pointed out. But he didn’t get the chance. The water in the bathroom had shut off and Sam stepped out.
“I know you’re not on a work call,” Sam complained as he ran a towel over his hair, assuming that the noise he was hearing was Lucifer on the phone. He glanced up a second later to see the situation at hand and quickly lowered the towel to shield his dick. “De-Damn it, Michael, get the fuck away from him!” Things moved quickly from there, Sam dashing over to Dean’s side to get him and the gun far away from Luke. As soon as the gun was no longer pointing at him, Luke was up on his feet on the opposite side of the bed, his own bare body shielded by the bed. The pistol hit the ground as the boys scuffled and Luke took his chance, grabbing the gun and pointing it up at Dean.
“Sam, move!” Luke growled. Both men turned to see the gun and Sam took a step away from his brother and towards Luke, his hands raised, the towel now in the air. He figured it was Dean’s fault if he saw something he didn’t want to see.
“Lu, you don’t want to do that. This is Michael, my brother. He’s a complete ass but he wasn’t going to pull the trigger,” Sam attempted to placate.
“And neither am I, as long as he leaves. Now.”
Seeing a gun pointed at his brother had Sam irrationally angry. It made his blood boil. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this never happened. They were obeyed, respected. He rarely had to worry about his brother’s safety. But despite the strong emotion bubbling up inside him, his demeanor remained calm, if a little stressed. He took another step toward Luke, lowering his hands.
“I need you to put the gun down,” Sam said softly, giving Luke a pleading look. It made Luke’s resolve waver and he slowly started to lower the gun. Sam swooped in, immediately grabbing it and unloading it before Luke could change his mind or Dean could get his hands back on it. Sam set the now-empty gun on his nightstand and tossed the bullets into the drawer before lightly gripping the side of Luke’s head and pulling him in to kiss his temple. “Hey, it’s okay now. It’s okay,” he said quietly, running his fingers through blond hair for a moment before standing back up straight and looking at Dean.
“We’ll talk about this later. I suggest you get the hell out before he decides to charge you with assault of a police officer,” Sam growled. Sam had the upper hand. Dean could’ve shouted out their secret to Luke, ruin it all right now, but then he’d have to be killed and Dean knew his brother was too invested at this point. Sam would be out for blood if they had to kill Luke and Dean wasn’t necessarily ready to put himself in the cross-fire of that. He hadn’t been sure if he pulled his little stunt to kill Luke or just to scare him but he was somewhat appreciative that it had been thwarted. At least now Luke might leave if he knew how crazy his boyfriend’s brother was.
So Dean walked out without another word.
Sam immediately went into recovery mode, pulling Luke in close to his chest.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Obviously I had no idea he would try something like that. He was just being stupid, I know he wouldn’t have, but that’s no excuse. That must have been terrifying,” he rambled, appearing as if his resolve had merely broken as he held tightly to the man.
Luke was still and quiet for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around Sam in return.
“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault. Breathe, Sam,” Luke soothed, shifting the man towards the bed so they could both sit.
“My brother put a gun to your head. I wouldn’t be surprised if you left and I didn’t see you again until a trial or something.” Sam was testing him, testing his loyalty, but Luke didn’t pick up on it. His Sam was merely shaken up, afraid of losing him especially right after being so vulnerable for him. Luke did take a minute, a million thoughts running through his head. If he was smart, he’d do exactly what Sam said. He’d walk out, press charges, and keep the Wesson brothers far, far away from him. And maybe he even opened his mouth to say something similar. But what came out was,
“Sammy, I’d never leave you.”
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Thanks, Dean.