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ATTEMPT 1
Sam had met Percy in Stanford. One of his best friends, Jess actually, had introduced the two, and it was love at first sight. They were officially dating within a few weeks, and Sam couldn't have been happier. He was in school, studying, away from all the monsters, he was in a very successful long-term relationship with probably the most gorgeous boy on campus, and the worst thing he had to worry about was exam week.
This all changed when Dean showed up.
Percy was sleeping in their shared bed (they'd moved in together by now) and Sam had found Dean rummaging through their living room "looking for a beer." Of course, all this had been preceded by a scuffle in several rooms of the apartment, and Sam was somewhat surprised that Percy hadn't woken up during all of this. Then again, he was a really heavy sleeper at times.
"Sammy?" Speak of the devil. A sleepy Percy appeared in the doorway, and flicked on the lights.
It took Dean several seconds to adjust, and when he did, he gave a grunt of surprise. Sam knew what he meant. Percy was standing there in all of his shirtless glory, bronzed skin and clearly-defined abs showed, and even muddled with sleep, Percy had the most amazing sea-green eyes.
"Who's this, Sammy?" Percy asked, shuffling over to one of the more comfortable chairs and sitting down, looking more alert by the second.
"Dean." Dean said simply. "Sam's brother. You?"
Sam noticed that Dean was being unusually polite. Well, polite by Dean standards.
Percy yawned and stretched, catlike, black hair falling into his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked, not answering Dean's question.
Dean looked meaningfully at Sam. "Dad's been gone for several days."
"So?" Sam asked. At this hour, and considering it was their father, he honestly couldn't care less. He just wanted to go back to bed with his boyfriend.
"Dad's on a hunting trip." Dean clarified. "And he hasn't been home in several days."
That woke Sam up. "Percy, go back to bed. I'll be there soon."
Percy pouted, but walked gracefully over to where Sam was standing and kissed him deeply, with Dean watching, before winking and sliding from the room.
Once he was out of earshot, Dean raised his eyebrow at Sam. "Really, Sam? I thought you said you were dating a girl named Jessica. Now, I don't mean to be close-minded, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't Jessica."
Sam blushed. "No, Jess was just a lie. She's a good friend, but not..."
"Whatever." An impish look crossed Dean's face. "Hey, who-"
"Nope." Sam cut him off. "Don't even go there."