That Ship Has Sailed

Dean & Loki II

When he finished the one car, he began on Loki's. Then, Loki walked up behind him, startling him, "What's that do?" he asked.

Dean jumped, banging his hand on one of the bits of machinery, thus burning it slightly, "Dammit!" he cursed, shaking his hand before looking at it.

"I'm so sorry--" Loki said quickly.

"It's fine," Dean said, tearing a piece of his cloth to wrap around the burn, "That's the radiator. It's still hot. You've got a rusted hole in it, though. That's why you broke down. I can patch it, but it'll take a little time."

"That's okay," Loki said, "Mind if I watch?"

"Might soil your clothes, but go ahead."

Loki shrugged and stepped closer to watch as Dean gathered tools and began skillfully repairing the car. Dean was finished rather quickly, but, per Loki's request, checked other things in the car to make sure it was 'running perfectly.'

As he checked the oil, Dean slipped up and Loki payed for it. The oil dripped out onto the man and soaked his clothing. Dean cursed as he quickly closed it and stepped out from underneath the car. Loki followed, staring down at his clothes.

"Man, I'm sorry, that was an accident--"

"It's all right. I'll just find somewhere to clean up and call my publicist. She'll have to deal with the fact that I'm late."

"Wait, let me take you to my place, we can have my brother wash the stains out to save your outfit. He's good with things like that. Then you can shower or whatever and I'll grill up the best steak you'll ever eat."

Loki paused, looking up at Dean, then nodded, "All right."

Dean called out to his supervisor that he was finished with the car and the car lowered. Loki got in and followed Dean in his car to his apartment. Dean led the way inside and found that Sam wasn't home yet.

"Let me call him, he'll be able to tell me how to fix it. For now, the bathroom's just down the hall. Here," Dean rifled through his drawer and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, "Wear this for now."

Loki took it and thanked Dean, "You're the kindest person I've met in a long time."

Dean nodded slightly, "It's a hic thing," he replied, walking into the kitchen to call Sam. Loki finished quickly and came out, clothes in hand, to find Dean had set up a tub of liquid that would soak the oil right out of the clothes. They set the clothes up to soak and Dean offered the phone to Loki to call his publicist.

Loki sounded angry on the phone and Dean tried not to listen in, but it was hard when he began yelling. After a few minutes, Loki returned and apologized, "I'm going to fire her. I'm sick of living that way."

"Understandable," Dean replied as he manned the grill atop the stove, "Life as a rich playboy must get tiring. All those girls to sleep with, all the money to spend, all the events to attend."

"I suppose I have come off as a bit rude, privileged, white boy, haven't I?" Loki chuckled.

Dean looked back and shrugged, "Just a bit."

"Well," Loki admitted, "You're partly wrong..."

"About which part? The money or the events?"

"The girls, actually," Loki said slowly.

Dean looked back, confused for a moment, then suddenly realizing. He turned and chuckled, "I would not have pegged you as the type," he said.

"Who are you to judge me?" Loki demanded, "Just because I enjoy being with men, rather than women?"

"Oh, no, I'm not judging...When was the last time you had a boyfriend?" Dean asked slowly, still focusing hard on the meat.

"It's been a while, actually...He turned on me, leaving me for some woman and claiming he was 'just experimenting.' It broke my heart..." Loki paused, "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear all of this."

"No, it's kind of nice, actually. I recently got out of a relationship, myself. It--it didn't end well, either."

"Oh? What happened? Did she leave you for a city boy?"

"No," Dean said, without turning around, "He died, actually."

"Oh," Loki said quickly, then again, slower, "Oh..."

"Didn't peg me as the 'type' either, huh?" Dean chuckled.

Loki didn't reply for a minute, then he quietly asked, "How did it happen?"

"Drunk driver got him," Dean replied.

Loki stood and put his hand on Dean's shoulder, "I'm so sorry."

Dean turned and looked at him, "You know. I actually believe it coming from you. Not many people around here seemed to care when it happened. The man went free, pleading involuntary manslaughter."

Loki looked down, "That couldn't have been easy."

"It was," Dean said slowly. He paused, looking at Loki who, when wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans and with his shaggy, black hair all wet and sticking up, looked worlds different than he had before. Loki soon looked up again and met Dean's gaze. Dean quickly looked away and returned to the meat he was cooking.

Loki cleared his throat and let go of Dean's shoulder, "How's the cooking coming? It smells amazin--"

Dean interrupted Loki by throwing down his cooking utensils and walking toward the man, quickly. He pushed him up against the wall and crashed his lips against his. Loki immediately accepted it, grabbing fist fulls of Dean's shirt and pulling him closer. Dean's hands went to Loki's hair and he lost his fingers in the locks.

The two wouldn't have stopped if the fire alarm hadn't gone off. Dean quickly turned and ran across the small room to his stove, taking the meat off and opening the window while Loki reached up to turn off the alarm.

Sam arrived home and shouted as he entered the kitchen, "What the hell is going on?!"

Dean looked through the smokey room toward Loki, who blushed in the corner of the room, to the meat on the plate, then to Sam. He shrugged and stammered, "Dinner is ready..."