Unspoken A Miracles/Supernatural Cross-over by Laurel (Sailorhathor) Chapters: 4 of 4 Rating: Adult17+ for graphic sex between two men and bad language Dates: Written June-July 2008 Word Count: 4,880 (this chapter), 19,273 total Summary: Dean and Sam return to Boston, and Dean tells Paul that he is a God is Nowhere person. Buckets of hurt/comfort. Pairings: Dean Winchester/Paul Callan. Also, discussion of Teen!Dean/Billy Loomis from Scream. Timeline: Happens after the Supernatural episode "The Benders" and before "Shadow," which moves the Miracles timeline up to 2006. Yes, I am still stuck in the first season of SPN. Post-series for Miracles. Warning: Contains spoilers for all of Miracles and Supernatural up to "The Benders." Spoilers for the movie Scream. Betas: Thanks to Harshini the Impatient Vegemite for poking me until I wrote this story. She also served as its beta. Author's Notes: Follows after "Orange-Flavored Kiss."         Dean looked for a long time at Paul's cock with that studded ring on it before giving him another, shorter kiss. "It looks beautiful on you," he said in all seriousness.         Paul also looked, then shifted his eyes further down to see that Dean couldn't get any harder. He stared longingly at it. "Yours, it... it's so damn sexy on you. I want you inside me with it on right now." Beginning to pant, he licked his lips.         Heat in his eyes, Dean hunted around with his free hand for the bottle of lube. It was still on the bed, and he didn't have much trouble getting it open, as he'd done this sort of thing, even one-handed, before. After he'd gotten some on his hand, Paul helped by closing the bottle (even aroused, the thought of it leaking out all over his bedspread bothered him enough to think of it). Dean reared back and got each of Paul's calves up on his shoulders, then moved up closer to his head so Paul's bottom came up off the bed. Paul breathed quick and loud in anticipation. As he could hardly wait either, Dean slathered the lube where it needed to go quickly, inserting two fingers. Paul took a sharp breath and moaned softly. He slicked Paul up for about twenty seconds, fingers sliding in and out, before Paul reached the limits of his patience.         "Dean, now! Take me now!"         "Uh..." Dean realized he'd forgotten to get a condom. "I just need a condom."         "Don't, Dean, I want to feel you cum inside me!"         The words short-circuited the parts of Dean's brain that were in charge of his sensible thinking. It didn't help how needy and turned on and sexy Paul sounded when he said them. All he could do in response was freeze and let out a growl.         "Dean, please, please, take me!"         Dean took out his fingers; his hand went to his dick.         "Shove it in!"         As he snarled those words, Paul opened the empathic floodgates between them. Dean felt all of Paul's arousal as well as his own. The intense pleasure moving through Paul's cock without even being touched, the tremble inside him, and the overwhelming throb of need coursing up and down his spine. All thoughts of being too dirty for Paul left Dean's head and he growled through his teeth as he rammed his cock down inside him, pushing up on his legs at the same time that he bent Paul's back a little more. Paul's feet were currently up in the air and his head bent back over the end of the bed as he let out a snarly howl, gripping Dean's muscular arms hard. Dean realized that the first strap of his cock ring now touched the rim of Paul, and he couldn't exactly remember how he'd gotten in that deep. All he recalled was heat and need and an explosion of pleasure.         Dean felt pain as well as passion coming off of Paul now, so he eased off a little, slowly, lowering him closer to the bed. Paul's spread legs now touched Dean's upper arms, making it easier for him to lean down and kiss Paul if he wanted to. "Did I hurt you?" Dean asked.         Paul just shook his head. "Don't move, don't move. Let me feel you for a second." Closing his eyes, Paul drank in all of Dean's emotion and pleasure through the link between them. The look on his face was pure ecstasy. "I love the way you feel when you're inside me."         Dean knew he wasn't just referring to the physical way it felt to have Dean inside him, but the emotional way it felt, too. The way Dean felt that only a person with Paul's abilities could experience. "I love being inside you," he added instantly.         Paul put a hand on Dean's chest, over his heart. "I know."         Dean did not respond in words, but by lying on top of Paul and wrapping his arms around him, kissing him hard on the mouth. One hand slid into the hair at the back of Paul's head and held him close as they kissed, bodies rubbing together. His back and ass flexing, Dean began a slow, intense grind with his hips, sliding in and out. The two men arched toward each other within seconds. Moaning softly, Paul bent his head back and closed his eyes. Dean reached for his cock, but Paul pushed his hand off of it, moaning, "Nnno..." Getting the empathic feedback from him, Dean quickly realized that he must want to experience the cock ring doing its work without any help but the passion between them. Dean decided to do his part by sliding his hands under Paul and gripping his behind, squeezing and pulling him against him each time he thrust into Paul's body. Dean's lips went to his neck, where he licked, kissed, sucked, and nipped, knowing that Paul liked it. Trembling all over, Paul moaned and murmured in response.         After half a minute of moving together like a finely tuned machine, both moaning and panting and crying out, Paul grabbed at the muscles in Dean's back; his fingers traced down the well-defined middle to his lower back, lingering there before sliding down and squeezing his ass in his hands. Paul pulled Dean closer to him each time he thrust so he slid into Paul up to the hilt again, over and over. Over the sound of his own grunts and moans, Dean heard Paul cry out his name in the desperation of someone who wanted sexual release. "Dean... Dean!"         "Mmm, Paul! You feel good!"         "Aaaaahhh, yes!"         "Take it!" Thrust, thrust. "Take it, baby!"         Mouth open and panting, Paul cried, "Cum inside me! I wanna... feel it... Dean!"         Paul opened the empathic link again, and soon Dean didn't know where his arousal began and Paul's ended. He tried to fuck slowly, but Paul telling him to cum inside him set him off and Dean started to move faster. "Grrraaah, Paul!" His hips ground in a circular, thrusting motion. The cock ring did its work and Dean found himself feeling on the brink of cumming but lasting longer than he thought he could; making sweet love to a guy like Paul that turned into hard fucking should be enough to make any bi man cum. That feeling of impending orgasm carried out at least a minute longer than it should have lasted was one of the most incredible things Dean had ever felt, but it took second place to having Paul's need for gratification shooting up and down his spine, his warm affection rolling around in Dean's head and heart. Dean didn't think there could ever be anything bad about that empathic link as long as he could feel all of Paul within his soul.         The throbbing of his cock brought Dean up higher, pulling Paul's bottom up off the bed; he bent Paul's back a bit more as he had when he thrust inside him, bringing his legs up into the air. Grunting and snarling Paul's name, Dean bared down into him, delivering hammering thrusts. The lube made wet squelching sounds with every motion. Paul braced his hands on the end of the bed because, despite Dean's weight on top of him, he feared the position might cause them both to roll head over heels off of it. His mouth hung open in an endless string of cries.         "Uhhh! Fuck! Me! Hard!" were the only words Dean could understand, besides his own name.         Dean watched Paul's cock and balls shake and bob with the movement of their lovemaking/fucking. If Paul didn't cum in his own face, something Dean would like very much to see, he was going to suck that cock and feel it cum all over him, doing every damn dirty thing he could think of to this beautiful, teasing, honorable, sexy little -         Dean growled and came inside Paul, crying out his name. He nursed his own orgasm with quick thrusts, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible. While panting, he murmured, "Yeah, baby... you take it so good... mmmm..."         Paul, along for the ride, closed his eyes and just felt the heat inside him, just as he'd asked for.         Once Dean was spent, he slowly stopped moving and started to pull out. Paul instantly wrapped his legs around him.         "No," Paul begged, taking hold of Dean's arms in an effort to pull him closer. "Hold me. Stay inside me until you go soft."         Without question, Dean did as he asked, wanting more of that emotional exchange between their minds. They shared a kiss, lying side by side, and then Dean looked down. "You're still hard."         "There's time for that."         "Cum all over me," Dean whispered. He licked the tip of his finger and ran it over the head of Paul's cock, circling it, rimming it.         Paul shuddered deliciously.         He cupped Paul's balls in his hand, massaging them. Paul let out a small cry. "Cum all over me, or I'll pull out and suck you off," Dean threatened. It wasn't much of a threat, as either way, Paul won, but Paul wanted to please his lover. Helping him along, Dean licked his finger again and slowly circled the rim of Paul's cock head, paying special attention to the underside. Paul moaned, more desperately.         "Keep rubbing there," he begged.         "Hm, yeah... I know what you like," Dean said. He laid Paul's head on his chest and continued to touch him so simply, curious if he could get Paul off with just the touch of one finger. The cock ring certainly helped, but Dean knew most of the effort was his. He stepped up the rhythm, stroking that sensitive spot rapidly until Paul panted and moaned again. Through their link, Dean felt how close he was to orgasm, and how sensitive Paul's cock was because of the cuff around it. Grinning to himself, Dean cradled Paul's head against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heavy breaths on his skin, and brought him closer and closer to cumming.         "Come on, baby... cum for me," he encouraged.         Paul's response was a moan and a tighter grip on his arm.         Dean surmised that Paul would have cum at least a full minute before he did, but the cock ring put him in a holding pattern, prolonging it. That extended, building hum of sexual pleasure coming off of him, like a generator working up to a violent explosion, could have made Dean hard again if he'd let it. He loved the way Paul's moans built in intensity and volume as his orgasm built within him. His legs tightened around Dean's waist and he moved up and down on the cock still inside him just by instinct. Dean chuckled and growled playfully.         "You're so eager to be fucked, aren't you? Hm?" Dean teased.         "Uh huh," Paul panted. He bucked his cock up against Dean's hand.         "Patience, my pet." He tugged on the ring's chain. "There's much more where that came from."         Used to doing the "fuck and run," Dean marveled for a moment at what he'd just said. He kept promising Paul that there would be more. The most amazing thing was that he desperately wanted to keep those promises.         Paul wasn't fully aware of the reason behind the comforting warmth coming off of Dean now, but he liked it, liked it so much that he fell over the edge. His cum splattered them both, shooting all over Dean's hand and chest. One string made it as high as Dean's lips, another landing across the underside of Paul's chin. Reduced to a quivering, panting mess, Paul gave in to his physical need and rode the wave of sexual gratification in Dean's arms.         Their breathing was beginning to calm down when Paul noticed the rope of cum lying across Dean's lips. He was just starting to lick it off but Paul went for it, and they shared a deep tongue kiss. Just the sight of those luscious lips tinged with the result of their lovemaking...!         In return, Dean licked Paul's chin clean; it reminded him of doing this very thing in the orange dream, except that in the dream, it had been sticky juice from the fruit they shared that ran down Paul's chin. He held Paul in his arms, running his fingertips through his hair, while Paul licked his chest and stomach off. This may become their after-sex ritual, they both enjoyed it so much.         They held each other a moment longer. Somewhere, Dean's cell phone began to ring. He wasn't even sure where his jacket was at this point, but the phone was in the pocket of it. Both men groaned softly; Dean rolled over on his back. "That's probably Sammy. He'll have to leave a voice mail and I'll call him back. My legs are like Jell-O right now." Without a word, he reached over and unsnapped Paul's cock ring. Paul jerked in surprise. While explaining, Dean removed his own ring too. "You're not supposed to leave them on longer than twenty minutes."         "Oh."         He paused before adding, "You wanna keep that one? It could be yours."         A smile warmed up Paul's face. "Okay." He wished they could snuggle a while longer, but knew they'd have to get cleaned up and head into the office as soon as they could.         Dean gave a good, long stretch. "So... where'd you learn to top from the bottom like that?"         "Wha... top from the bottom?"         "Where the guy on the bottom has most of the control."         Looking confused, Paul said, "How did I...?"         "Oh, come on, Metrosexual, think about it."         He rolled his eyes and conceded defeat. "Okay, maybe I did. That's been said before." He took the cuff off completely and placed it on the bed. "You wanted to know when I'd worn one of these things in the past?"         Nodding, Dean turned over on his side, facing him.         "There was a guy in college who kept pursuing me. He was very flattering and just wouldn't give up. I knew that I wanted to become a priest at that time, and that eventually I'd be taking a vow of celibacy." Paul's tone grew sheepish out of embarrassment. "The guy offered to fulfill a fantasy for me if it meant he could get me in bed. I was curious... and I was going to be a priest... it could be my only chance at one night of wild sexual abandon. That's the way you think in college," he laughed.         "How'd it go down?" Dean asked.         "We were both at the same party one night and I had a lot to drink... I can't hold hard liquor well."         "I'll remember that," Dean said, grinning.         Paul shot a scolding look at him before going on. "He approached me and made yet another pass at me... and I gave in. It was the first time a guy ever... acted as the top to my bottom."         "Woo-ooh." Dean loved the color that came into Paul's cheeks. "Look how embarrassed you are. It's cute."         "Yeah, well... I got a bit of a surprise. He was into bondage."         Laughing, Dean slapped Paul on the hip. "You are just full of surprises. I bet you liked it."         Paul shrugged. "Some of it. I don't get a few of the toys he brought out. Anyway, he put a cock ring on me. One that locked."         Dean laughed even harder. "I had no idea you were this kinky."         "Oh, shut up."         Suddenly, Dean stopped laughing and furrowed his brow. "A locking cock ring?" He looked quite irritated by that. "He claimed you."         "I guess. But it was, like, thirteen years ago." Paul sat up.         Dean sat up too. "What's this guy's name?"         Surprised, Paul just stared at him. "Why do you want to know that?"         Dean, leaning over the bed, took Paul's face in his hands and kissed him so hard that Paul felt like his entire body was melting. "You're mine," he declared.         Emotions swirled through Paul so fast that he didn't know what to say. He cleared his throat and tried to speak. "Uh, we should take showers and get to SQ. Separate showers, or we'll never get out of here."         No matter. Dean would get the name out of him in time. "Sure."         Paul got up and, halfway to the bathroom, was stopped again by Dean. "Were you and Georgia talking about me before I got here?"         Looking back at him, Paul nodded.         "Thought so." He paused. "If you wanna have a threesome with her or something, I'd be all for it."         Paul gaped in shock. "Dean, she's like a sister to me."         "Oh. Oh, yeah, okay. I just wanted to make the offer in case you two were, you know, friends with benefits."         After a moment to shake it off, Paul chuckled and shook his head. "You're insatiable."         Dean watched him disappear into the bathroom. He finally got up, fished his cell phone out of the pile of clothes, and called his brother.         "Hey Sammy. ...Yeah, it went okay. Paul and I will be there in half an hour. ...God, I'm starved. Whadda ya want for lunch?" *****         "Did your conversation go okay?" Sam was asking into his cell phone.         Although Sam was sitting right on the other side of the desk from him, Alva pretended he wasn't there as to not eavesdrop on his conversation. He just continued picking through the Hemography file, looking for interesting possible parallels he could ask Dean about during the interview. Alva, so excited and focused on the task, hadn't considered for a second that Dean might refuse.         "Jeez, what are you guys doing that's taking so long?" Sam questioned, playing innocent. Despite what Georgia had said, Sam wasn't completely over his bitterness for not being told something so profound about his brother. Although he would try to take her words to heart, one talk wasn't going to whitewash over this; it would take time.         Obviously Dean considered this a rhetorical question, just little brother bitching about them taking too long, because he didn't answer it. Instead, he asked Sam what he wanted for lunch. Pouting slightly, Sam said, "I don't know," and looked at Alva. "What do you feel like for lunch, Mr. Keel?"         "Oh, I suppose Chinese would be good."         Sam said into the phone. "Chinese. Get me some of that kung pao stuff. And quit dawdling around, whatever you're doing."         After he'd hung up, Sam resumed trying to piece back together the shards of ceramic on the desk before him.         "Evie should get back with Matty just in time for..." Alva had looked up. "What are you doing there, Samuel?"         He looked up too. "Got any glue?" *****         When Paul dressed again, he did not put on the sweater vest.         Dean brought up something they hadn't yet discussed on the way to SQ. "You know, we got something kinda serious we need to talk about. Paul... not that I don't enjoy the sensation, but I'm not sure it's such a good idea for us not to be using condoms." He paused long enough to look at Paul, who glanced back, then gazed out at the road. He seemed embarrassed. "I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with... I mean, I get checked out every few months and I'm sure you're a clean guy, but... I mean, as much as I fuck around..."         Paul looked at him sharply. A stab of jealousy came through the empathic link to Dean, and he sighed. Then Paul seemed to relax somewhat, as if realizing that Dean did indeed have a life before he met him. "You're probably right. I just... I needed... I wanted to feel your skin on mine while we made love. To feel your climax."         Something about that desire touched him, making Dean smile to himself. "I get that." They shared a long look, staring into each other's eyes while the car was stopped at a red light. "I could make a visit to the doctor, get checked out."         A pause, and Paul shrugged. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to be so reckless. You're right, it isn't sensible."         Another long pause as Dean slipped his arm across the seat and began to massage the back of Paul's neck. "This thing we got is complicated," he joked. "Maybe we should just go back to fucking."         Although he laughed, Paul gazed at Dean for a long time with a wistful look in his eye.         Dean, seeing it, gave his neck a squeeze. He added, "I like when you ask me to make love to you. It's... it's what you deserve."         This seemed to make Paul happy, and he put his hand over Dean's just to touch him. *****         "Soup's on!" Dean cried as he and Paul walked into the SQ office, carrying the take-out containers of Chinese food.         Sam looked at them nervously. "Hi you two. Wow, that smells good."         They placed the food on the conference table. "Whatcha been doing, Sammy?" Dean noticed the ceramic mug drying on the desk. "Arts and crafts?"         "Huh? Oh, never mind that, I need to tell you something."         "Yeah?" Dean, hungry, started to lay out the paper plates.         Looking at Paul, Sam remembered the conversation he'd had with Georgia, about trying not to hurt him. It was for a completely different reason, but Sam knew this could cause Paul pain if the subject wasn't breached properly. "Outside," he added.         Dean looked at his brother. They seemed to speak to each other through their identically colored eyes. "Okay. Be right back." The two men stepped outside onto the metal staircase behind SQ.         Paul watched them go, then looked at Alva. "What's that about?"         Shrugging, Alva replied, "Mr. Winchester should probably tell you."         Dean walked a few steps down the stairs. "What's up, Sammy?"         Sam peered back into the doorway to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Mr. Keel has a whole file about the 'God is Nowhere' thing."         "Yeah, we knew that already."         Sam continued, "In it, there are details about various dreams that the others had. A woman named Danielle Franklin had the same dream you had last night."         Freezing, eyes going wide, Dean stared at his brother. "Shit."         "I told Mr. Keel and Evie."         Dean looked like he wanted his brother to choke on his kung pao chicken. "How much did you tell them?"         "I was sitting there reading this file and there was your dream, most of the details exactly the same. I had to say something, Dean. I told them how, in your dream, we came upon Paul's father sitting at a sidewalk café with a fountain nearby, and how Paul got mad and the water turned red. I didn't tell them about the Apocalypse or Paul's mother being there."         "At least there's that."         Sam added, "I told them you would fill in the details."         Angry but joking, Dean drew back a hand like he was going to hit him. "Sammy, I could..."         "I didn't say what details! You can choose to tell them whatever you want."         "Gee, thanks." Running a hand through his hair, Dean sighed. "The position you've put me in..."         He decided to get it out of the way first thing, especially since Keel was standing right there, looking at him like he expected to hear something from him. "Paul? There's something I've got to tell you."         When Dean explained that he'd had the sidewalk café dream, Paul gasped. Dean felt the bolt of fear go through Paul's insides. He told him about the dream, except the facts he intended to keep from him for now.         Sam spoke directly to Paul. "We'll all be there with you, Paul. Dean, Mr. Keel, and I. Evie too, probably."         Paul had taken a seat, looking pale and shocked. Now he raised his head with a little hope in his eyes. "You'll all be there with me?"         "Yeah."         "That detail wasn't in Danielle's dream."         Dean reached out and touched his arm. "It was in mine."         Paul went to touch him back, but pulled his hand back suddenly when it occurred to him where they were. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"         Trying to smile, Dean shrugged. "We had so many things to discuss, there wasn't time yet."         Paul swallowed hard, and then asked an unexpected, emotional question. "What does my father look like?"         The feelings coming off of his lover when he asked that question made it very hard for Dean not to grab him up in a tight, comforting embrace and kiss his face all over. "I don't know, ba - uh... Paul. There was this force in the dream that directed what my eyes could see. His face was blurred out. I know he had dark hair, though."         Paul let out a deep sigh, resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to find out everything he wanted to know just yet. "Is there anything else?"         Relieved, Dean grinned. Sam wasn't going to wind up with a craw full of kung pao chicken and his fist. This had gone a little easier than he thought it would. "That's about it. Let's eat." He sat down next to Paul, considering himself lucky to be a good liar.         Alva stood on the other side of the table. "May I interview you about your 'God is Nowhere' experiences, Mr. Winchester?"         Sam expected his brother to tell Mr. Keel to go to hell, but there was a softness to the expression in Dean's eyes. When he said, "Yeah, sure. But sometime after lunch," in response, Sam wondered if Dean saw this as a chance to tell Mr. Keel about the more explosive details of the dream. He might know something, after all, as the things he said in the dream seemed to indicate.         They were about to dish out the food when Alva added, "I'd also like to interview your father."         His fork in the first egg roll, Dean froze and looked up at his brother, who was still standing. They shared a look, and Dean burst out in hearty laughter. Between guffaws, he looked right at Alva and said, "Good luck," then laughed all over again.         Evie came in with Matty in tow just as Dean's laughter was dying down. "Look out everybody, a hyena just escaped from the zoo," she said, and gave Dean a sarcastic smile.         Dean grinned back at her. "Hooray, my best friend is here. And she's got the famous Mateo with her. Paul told me your name."         The child giggled shyly.         "Why would you ever call this kid Matty when he's got a great name like Mateo you could call him instead?"         Evie gave him that fake smile again. "Because he's seven."         Leaning on the table, Sam nudged his brother, saying, "This is why I keep trying to get you to stop calling me Sammy."         Noticing the mug on the desk, Evie picked it up. "Oh, you glued my Mother's Day mug back together. Thank you, Alva."         "I didn't do it." He nodded his head at Sam.         Sam looked sheepish. "I felt bad for surprising you and making you break it."         "Aw, thanks Sam. That was very sweet." She pointed out an empty seat for Matty, then went to the mini-fridge to get a juice for him and a bottle of water for herself. "It means a lot to me."         "That's the mug I got for you, Mommy," Matty said proudly.         "Yes it is." She opened up the water. "Let's just try it out right now."         Pressing the issue, Alva asked, "Is your father hard to reach?"         Dean just started to chuckle again. "You've got a funny boss, Paul. A regular comedian."         "Am I to take that to mean - "         Matty began to giggle without reserve.         They all looked up and saw Evie standing with her mug held out, water pouring out of it from several cracks in the sides. Sam seemed embarrassed; she seemed amused.         "I'm sorry," he said with a cringe. "I didn't see all those gaps."         "It's alright. I can always use it to water the plants."         So far, Paul had been successful at staying in his troubled funk over knowing yet another person had dreamed of him meeting his father under bad circumstances. Once he saw Evie and her watering can mug, he collapsed into snickers and finally enthusiastic laughter.         Dean laughed with him, slapping his knee under the table. Even Alva got a good chuckle out of it.         Sam didn't know when his brother planned to tell him the truth about his relationship with Paul, but one thing he did know - Dean had fallen hard for this man. He could tell from the light dancing in his brother's eyes when he merely looked at Paul Callan.         That was one thing that could remain unspoken. 1 || 2 || 3 Unspoken is (c) 2008 Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People Miracles is (c) 2003 Spyglass Entertainment and Touchstone Television Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television. 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