Heartbreaker </3

Unattached Drifter Christmas

Dean loved Valentine's Day. Or at least, he acted like he did.

He'd often spend it working on a case during the day, and then scouting the bar at night.

It was the perfect opportunity for him to look for something without any sort of attachment. With a hunter's life, that was all that he needed.

He wasn't always like this. There was a time, back when he was in high school, when he actually liked, or dare say enjoyed, Valentine's Day. He wasn't one to shy away from affection. The first time he celebrated it, and not celebrate in the way where the teacher makes you bring in cards to give out to the class, was in sixth grade. Maybe he was a little young, but it was hard for him to make friends. Meaning it was even harder to find himself a girlfriend. He told his Dad about all about her, and how she was perfect.

And on Valentine's Day, he even brought her a flower he had stole from a small flower shop. Just young love, as most adults would call it. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. That wasn't what turned his love for Valentine's Day to hate.

It was when he was in tenth grade, at an awkward age when he was still struggling with his sexuality. He had celebrated Valentine's Day a few times before, but this one was much different.

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It was his first Valentine's Day with a boyfriend. After he had finally admitted to himself that he was attracted to guys, Axel caught his eye. He and Axel had been together for two months already. It was the longest they had ever stayed somewhere. So of course, he was excited. Especially about spending Valentine's Day with him.

Sammy had plans to be at a friend's house for some project, and John would be out taking care of a hunt he had stumbled upon.

He had the perfect night planned.

****

Dean met up with Axel at his locker in the morning, some flowers in hand. He wasn't exactly out to the school, but he didn't really care what anyone thought. Axel made Dean happy; happier than any girl he had ever been with in the past.

It was the one day of the year where he could be extra affectionate and no one seemed to bat an eyelash. He spent the whole day pressing gentle kisses to Axel's cheek, holding the slightly older boy's hand, and just being sweet in general.

A shared milkshake, a few sappy romance movies, and some snuggling on the motel couch. It was quite the perfect night for sixteen-year-old Dean.

Until his Dad came home early.

Dean hadn't even heard the rumbling of the Impala's engine in the parking lot. He hadn't heard his Dad outside the door, until it was two late.

The two teens were locked at the lips, a gentle hand caressing Dean's cheek.

The two pulled apart when they heard the door open, a light blush on both of their cheeks. Dean turned towards the opened door, seeing his father frozen in the doorway. Luckily, he looked like a normal father. No blood, no wounds, no weapons out.

"Dad. I..." His father had told him many times before not to bring anyone to the motel room. He was sure he was going to be getting in trouble for that. He took Axel's hand lightly in his own, before they got up off the couch. "This is Axel. My... m-my boyfriend."

Axel managed a small smile, unable to read John's face. "It's nice to meet you, sir." He greeted, trying not to let his nerves show. This wasn't how he had hoped to meet his boyfriend's Dad, locking lips with his son. "I-"

"Get out." John interrupted before Axel had a chance to finish.

Dean swallowed thickly, glancing at Axel and that back at John. "Dad, c'mon. Pl-" He began, only to be interrupted as well.

"I said get out." John practically barked out again. His expression had changed from an unreadable one to a look of obvious anger. He had a finger pointed to the doorway, as he waited for the unwelcomed guest to leave.

The seemed to get Axel moving, letting go of Dean's hand rather quickly. He gathered his belongings quickly, making his way out of the room without offering Dean so much as a goodbye.

John nearly slammed the door behind him once Axel was gone, his attention now focused on Dean. The angry look on his face didn't shift, his jaw clenched as he didn't want to say anything too impulsive. "What the hell?" He growled out as he made his way closer to Dean.

"I-I know you said not to bring anyone h-here, but-" Dean stutter out as he began to try and explain himself, looking up at his Dad. He wasn't sure how to even finish that anyways. It was obvious John was pissed. He had messed up badly.

"I'm not talking about that." John replied. "As stupid as that was, that's not what I'm pissed off about. Why the hell were you making out with a guy?!? I didn't raise no damn fairy!" He practically shouted at his eldest son.

It made Dean flinch, a small ache making itself known in his chest. That had dug deep. He always tried his best to please his Dad. But to know that John didn't approve of him being with a guy? That really hurt. No one else had even said anything negative towards them, and now he all of a sudden felt so wrong about all of it. Did anyone else think of him that way?

"I raised you better than that." John continued on when Dean made no effort to open his mouth or retaliate. "No more 'boyfriends'." He added, putting quotations around the word. "No more boys in general. Not like that."

"Dad!" Dean began, so close to tears at this point. He wasn't used to this. Sammy was the rebellious one, the one that always fought back and argued, even at the young age of twelve.

"No Dean. I don't want to hear it. You're not gay. No son of mine is gay." John stated, leaving no room for argument. "None of that... bisexual or whatever crap either. You're straight. Do I make myself clear?" He asked, a hard look on his face.

Dean gave a weak nod, sniffling softly as a few tears well. He brought his hand up to wipe them away, feeling like he had just been stabbed in the heart.

"Good. We're leaving tomorrow." John decided. "Go to bed."

****

That was the last he and his father had talked about it. On Valentntine's Day; the day of love.

And that was the only person who he had ever unintentionally 'come out' to. He had kept it from Sammy. Or rather, John had made him keep it from his younger brother. He had kept it from Bobby, not wanting to risk losing the father figure from his life.

And now, he kept it away from himself as best as he could. Whenever the temptation came, especially on Valentine's Day, he'd busy himself with a case. When cases weren't enough though, he'd drink his memories, and taunting thoughts, away and find himself a woman.

((So... yeah. That was that. I hope you all enjoyed it :) ))

**Buh bye for now!**