Odd Proposal

[madimpossibledreamer]

Happy Valentine's day (or single's day, or just another Thursday)!


I am...shocked.  Very shocked.  Dean and Xander bear the distinction of being my first characters to get engaged.  Falling of the Arrows was the first wedding I've ever written, not that it went well, and technically I have at least one married character.  Well.  Widower, and I haven't posted that or written much, I don't think-there's one where Xander is dead, Dean is alive and looking out for their daughter, another Stand User with Imagine Dragons as her Stand.
How the two of you managed this first I have no clue.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Assassin's Creed/possibly Mummy??/Supernatural
universe first introduced in primordium
Summary: Sam has some bad news for Xander.
Word Count: 750
Rating: Teen (suggestive comments made)
Dean is Mr. Not Appearing in this Fic, but Sam and Xander talk about him.

        Sam hates this, going behind his brother’s back, but if the idiot is going to throw away something that by all indications is good for him and makes him happy, it’s just his duty.
        It’s a shock for once to actually see Alexander walk into the café, not just appear in the seat opposite.  His walk is different, slouched and slower, and he even has his hands in his pockets.  He could be mistaken for a laid-back college student, and that—
        Huh.
        Maybe Dean knows, but he doesn’t think he’s ever heard Xander’s true age.
        Xander makes a show of spotting him and waves.  He waves back, amused, because he’s pretty certain the Assassin made sure to find him through the window before he even entered.
        “Sam.”  The smile on Xander’s face is camouflage.  The true pleasure shows in his eyes.
        Sam doesn’t have much time for anything but pleasantries until the waiter goes away.  When he finally does, Sam discloses in a hushed whisper, “Dean’s been looking at porn again.”
        The frown, however, isn’t camouflage.  It makes sense right up until the point the man asks, confused, “I thought you said this was an emergency.”
        “It…isn’t?”  Jessica had always been on him about it, even if he’d been the good brother.
        Xander makes a face before he slouches again, all trace of his real self disappearing like it’s a shirt being tucked in as he thanks the waiter and takes the coffee, sipping appreciatively.  The thoughtful, amused, annoyed face returns the second the man is gone.  “Not as such.  I think he uses it to psych himself up before he comes and, y’know, visits.  In the naughty priest or ET sense.”  He shrugs.  “He’d be really embarrassed if he knew I knew about it, though, so I’ve been trying not to bring it up.”
        Sam cringes.  “Please stop.”
        Xander grins unrepentantly.  “Sorry about the TMI.”  His gaze turns thoughtful after another sip.  “Okay, I’ve actually got a question.  Which might also be TMI, but it’s also about Dean’s happiness, so I’m pretty sure you’re invested.”
        He waits for Sam to nod before he continues.
        “Do you think Dean would be happier with an open relationship?  He’s the kind of guy who wants…I think it’s more a connection, someone to wake up to, than it is sex, but I could be wrong.  But he can be needy.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy to provide…”  That smile definitely turns dirty.  “…but sometimes my duties take me elsewhere.  As do his.  And I know he misses girls, as happy as he is with me.  He’d never tell me,” he adds, as Sam’s mouth opens and promptly shuts again, “…but my business is secrets.”
        “Has he said he wants that?” Sam asks cautiously, because this is his idiot of a brother and who knows what kind of dumb things have come out of his mouth.  And, as an afterthought, because it matters too, “…Do you want it?”
        “I want him to be happy.”  Sam can’t decide if that’s an answer or a non-answer.  Xander’s pretty good at those.  “And no, he hasn’t mentioned it.  I think he’d be hurt at me for suggesting it.  Like I can’t trust him to keep it in his pants.”  Xander sighs.  “And too guilty about it to actually enjoy anything and relax.”
        “Actions mean everything to him,” Sam muses.  It’s not like it’s anything Xander doesn’t know, but maybe he hasn’t taken it into account.  “Maybe…I don’t know, give him a gesture, more phone calls or letters, something so he can be a complete sap when he thinks we’re not looking.”
        Xander’s lips twitch involuntarily, and his eyes are beaming uncontrollably.  “Thanks.”  He stands up, drinks the rest of his drink down, leaves a few bills on the table and then is gone.
        Sam mutters “Anytime” to the air, which would feel silly if he wasn’t fairly certain the Assassin still heard him somehow.  He reassesses it a little when two weeks later Dean is nigh insufferable about the fairly plain black ring now resting on his left ring finger, absolutely annoying when he realizes there were a few others and they double as brass knuckles, and much quieter but still happy when he realizes that to be discreet he probably should put it on a chain around his neck instead.  Sam suffers through it all, but upon reflection thinks it’s worth all the pain, because Dean’s happy and he deserves some happiness.