The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

14

A/N:

Okay, one, forgive me, two, please understand that this is really just a filler chapter because I had no intention of just skipping the car ride and going straight to the cabin.

I probably will update a lot sooner next time because I feel like this time I'll leave it at a place where I actually have something to write about...

Okay, sorry again.

Enjoy!

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alex p.o.v.

 I zipped up my stuffed duffle bag and grabbed a sweatshirt, throwing it on over my head. I still had no idea what had made me say that we should go to Lake Placid, but I'm glad I did. Dean deserved to rest without feeling like his attackers were constantly following him, and I needed to spend some time away from work.

Maybe this time the vacation would be more pleasant.

I shook my head, trying to forget about last time. I grabbed my briefcase and duffle bag, carrying them out into the living room and dropping them by the door. I wished that I didn't have to finish the reports while I was up there, but work was work, and I could still get fired.

I waited by the door for a few minutes before deciding that I should probably see how far along Dean was before waiting for him. I walked to his room and knocked lightly on the door.

"Dean?" I said.

"Yeah?" He replied. I opened the door and poked my head around. To my dismay, I saw items of clothing all over the room, covering almost every free space - except the empty duffle bag in the middle of the bed.

"You're still not done packing?" I asked, a little disappointed. I had wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Nope. I can't figure out what to bring," Dean replied, looking around at his scattered wardrobe.

I sighed, rolling my eyes before stepping into the room, the door closing behind me. "What is it with gay guys always wanting to look perfect?"

Dean crossed his arms, pouting. "That is a gay stereotype and is highly offensive to my fellow gays. It's not that we always have to look perfect, we just like to look presentable. And since I spend most of my time in the city, I don't really own any hiking boots," Dean replied, his voice raising.

I held up my hands in a gesture of defeat. "Woah, okay. I get it. Here, let me help you," I offered.

Dean's arms remained crossed for a moment before he finally let them drop. "Fine. What should I bring?"

"All you really need are six or seven t-shirts, a few pairs of shorts, some shoes that you don't mind getting dirty, and some sweatpants to sleep in," I listed. Dean nodded and immediately began collecting all the things I had just said.

He tossed the pair of sweatpants I had loaned him in, and I couldn't help a small smile that tugged the corners of my mouth up. I quickly cleared my throat. Dean glanced at me and I thought of something else.

"You'll also need something to swim in. The people there don't appreciate skinny dipping," I said, my cheeks heating up a bit. Dean laughed and grabbed a pair of light blue swim trunks, stuffing them into the bag along with all of his other things. He walked into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later, zipping up his dopp kit.

He put that inside his duffle as well and zipped up the top. Then he grabbed a pair of slightly worm Converse and stuffed his feet into them. He left the laces undone, and they trailed behind him as he walked to his closet and grabbed a sweater. He zipped it up and picked up his duffle. He grabbed his phone, charger, and earbuds before coming over and opening the door.