Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing and am now indebted to Kripke and Crimson1 for the loan of their pretty playthings.

A/N: Well, this is it. The last of the stolen kisses from chapter 19 of Incubus. I have so enjoyed writing these, I'm going to miss them a lot. I do have some new plans for our favourite dynamic duo, and I am always up to the challenge of suggestions!!

Thank you: I want to take a moment to thank Crimson for the great beta on this one! As always, she was able to zero in on the one word that wasn't ringing true but that I couldn't figure out how to change. BUT most importantly, I want to thank her for creating such a wonderful character as Sasha and being so generous in sharing him.

Dean was leaning on the Impala watching people climb onto the Greyhound bus. The day was cold and he wrapped his arms around his chest against the cold and the wind. A cloud scudded across the sun, dropping the temperature just a little more.

They'd come to the station as soon as they'd reached Williamsport as they were a little later than they'd planned on being and Sasha was in danger of missing his bus. No way did Dean want to get on the bad side of Sasha's aunt before he'd even met her.

As soon as the car had come to a stop, Sasha had run into the station to check on the status of his bus and pick up his ticket which he'd purchased online. Dean and Sam had climbed out of the car more slowly.

"I've gotten so used to having him around it's going to seem weird without him for the next two weeks," Sam said as he closed the car door and leaned up against it.

"I would have thought you'd be all excited about getting me all to yourself again," Dean smirked and came around to lean up against the car beside his brother.

"Dude. You have no idea how restful it's been having someone else deal with your ADD for a few hours every day," Sam shot back.

"Ha. You're just jealous because Sasha always gets my cultural references."

"Cultural? Are you serious? You and culture aren't even on a first name basis! And POP culture doesn't count," Sam sputtered.

"Dude. This is your heritage you're dissing," Dean pressed.

"Really? If I have to listen to the finer details of cultural icons like Buckaroo Banzai and Slither and Snakes on a Plane and God knows what, I think that you owe me at least one trip to The Metropolitan Museum or the Guggenheim or at least MoMA!" Sam huffed and Dean laughed.

Sam rolled his eyes and tried to keep his unruly long locks from covering his face.

"What's with this wind? I'm going inside to use the can. Want me to grab us some coffee for the road?" Sam offered.

"Yeah, sounds good." And then Dean was alone against the Impala, trying to stay warm against the encroaching cold.

Dean's head was turned slightly away from the main building as he watched families say good bye to loved ones. Some hugged, some slapped shoulders, some just smiled. Some of the passengers had obviously come by themselves.

The cold was suddenly lessened by a very large warm body pressing up next to Dean, and he looked over and slightly up into brilliant, piercing blue eyes alight with heat. Sasha smiled at Dean, and Dean grinned back. He could never not mirror that beautiful smile when it just beamed all damn over him.

"Got my ticket," Sasha wiggled said ticket in front of Dean and then tucked it safely inside his jacket. Sasha leaned against the Impala with his right hip and shoulder touching Dean's left.

"Looks like they're still loading up," Dean observed.

"Yeah. They said they're running about twenty minutes late. Did I see Sam inside?" Sasha asked.

"Yep. He was going to take a leak and see about a little caffeine for the road."

"Well, that would explain him slipping into the bookstore," Sasha chuckled.

"God! He's got it bad, doesn't he, when he can't even resist a crappy bookstore in a damn bus terminal!" Dean rolled his eyes. He was very aware of how much warmer it seemed with Sasha right beside him.

Sasha's right hand came to rest on the front of Dean's left thigh. A week ago Dean would have either brushed it off or moved away. Today he simply melted a little more into the warm body by his side.

"Are you gonna miss me?" Sasha's voice was a low whisper.

"You'll only be gone a little over a week," Dean protested.

"I'm gonna miss you. It'll be like withdrawal," Sasha pressed back against Dean. Sasha had repeatedly told Dean that Dean was like an addiction to him.

"Your aunt will keep you so busy, you won't have any time to even think about me," Dean scoffed.

"I'd never be so distracted that I wouldn't still be thinking about you, Dean." Sasha's breath was hot on Dean's neck.

"It could take you a while to review all of my good points."

"And even longer to review all the naughty bits."

Dean turned to reply with another witty rejoinder but was suddenly faced with the incubus up close and personal. Sasha's face was almost touching his own. Dean shivered and it had nothing whatsoever to do with the cold. Because truth be told, he was feeling pretty damn hot at the moment. And Sasha's face was getting closer.

"Dude. We're in the middle of a parking lot," Dean breathed and his eyes darted about a little wildly. He'd come a long way, but PDAs were not in his past, present, or future!

Sasha broke eye contact and looked around as if suddenly realizing where they were. Sasha's hand left Dean's thigh, causing Dean momentary disappointment, but then Sasha was grabbing his arm and dragging him off of the Impala.

"C'mon," Sasha breathed and dragged Dean around the side of the building. There were no cars here and no view of the doors to the station or the buses themselves. This side of the building faced an industrial complex.

"What is it with you and alleys?" Dean quipped.

"This is not an alley, and I need a proper farewell," Sasha's voice lowered to its familiar growl and his gaze was full of heat and something else that Dean wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge.

"Well, come and get it then," Dean teased back.

And then Sasha pushed him hard up against the cement wall, pressing his lips almost desperately to Dean's, tongue plunging in heated need.

Dean's answering kiss was just as heated, and grabbing the incubus by his leather jacket, Dean swung him around and pushed him against the wall, pinning him there by pressing his body hard against the incubus.

Dean had long forgotten the cold as he drank in the warmth that was Sasha. He loved the feel of Sasha's chest pushed against his own. He loved the way Sasha's tongue danced wickedly with his own, trading deep and probing explorations. He loved the feel of Sasha's soft lips against his own. Suddenly, Dean softened the kiss.

Sasha broke the kiss entirely to trail kisses down Dean's neck and while one hand warmed the small of Dean's back, having wormed its way between jacket and skin, the other hand gently tugged Dean's collar aside to provide access to his collarbone which Sasha teased with his tongue, lips, and fingertips.

A contented noise welled up from the back of Dean's throat and he let his hips slide across Sasha's, feeling the heat growing in his belly and feeling it spread between his legs.

Sasha was contentedly purring as he worked his way back up Dean's neck, making a brief stop to tease his earlobe with his tongue. Just as Sasha moved to re-establish the kiss a gust of wind came around the corner and both Dean and Sasha found themselves sputtering out mouthfuls of Sasha's hair which had blown between their faces and between their kiss.

"I keep telling you, you need a damn haircut," Dean groused.

"Admit it! You love my hair," Sasha insisted.

Dean laughed. Sasha was right; he did love his hair, and he would never ask him to change it.

In the end, Dean solved the hair in the face problem fairly easily by running his hands through the soft, bright red hair and drawing the incubus back down to him.

Sasha's one hand remained at the small of Dean's back and the other curled around, attempting to pull them even more tightly together.

Once again, Dean drank in the incubus and melted into his embrace. Soft lips moved against each other, and Dean shivered, only to feel the thrill of an answering shiver from the incubus. Even as he lost himself in the moment, Dean found himself a little glad that Sasha was going away for a week. He felt his resolve to go slowly crumbling more and more with every kiss, and while his body was ready to move full speed ahead, his head hadn't quite caught up.

It was Dean's turn to break the kiss and feather soft presses of his lips and flicks of his tongue along Sasha's jawline and down his throat. With one of his hands that was still in Sasha's hair, Dean gently tilted the incubus' head to gain better access to his neck. Dean could feel the vibrations of Sasha's purring as he slowly made his way to Sasha's collarbone and then back up to gently nip at his throat and ear lobe. Dean's tongue sought the slightly pointed and very sexy contours of Sasha's ear next, gently exploring and plunging in. Dean smiled as he felt Sasha shiver again.

"Are you cold? Maybe we should go in…" Dean teased in a whisper.

"I know what I'd like to be in," Sasha fairly growled back and let his one hand trail down Dean's back and into the waistband of his jeans. Dean didn't wear his jeans baggy, but they weren't skin tight either and Sasha was able to slip his hand down low enough to caress one cheek of Dean's ass, using it to pull Dean's hips in close to his.

Dean's eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Sasha's large warm hands and their hips pressed together, but the voices in his head began to intrude again.

"Hey! Hands above the belt…this is a good bye kiss, remember!" Dean pushed back on Sasha's chest, and Sasha slid his hand out of Dean's pants and up his back again.

"Well. Less talking then," Sasha purred. Dean met his blue eyed gaze expecting disappointment at yet another rebuff, but only saw affection and understanding. And, oh yeah, a whole lotta heat.

Dean pulled the incubus' head down again and gently pressed their lips together. This time just the tips of their tongues flitted in and out, teasing. Sasha pressed the kiss deeper, and Dean lost himself again in the wet and wonderful world of the incubus' kisses.

Dean let his hands trail down Sasha's neck and shoulders and then his arms, sliding around to stroke his back before coming back to the front of the incubus, feathering up his tightly muscled abs and back to his shoulders. Dean repeated the circuit.

Sasha's one hand stayed on Dean's lower back, gently pulling him toward the incubus. Sasha's thumb feathered a circle, and Dean welcomed the comfort of that large warm hand. Meanwhile, Sasha's other hand had trailed up to Dean's face and was lightly feathering over his jaw and cheekbone, almost as if Sasha was trying to store a sense memory of his face.

The urgency of the kiss softened and changed as both sought to store up enough of the sensation to last for almost two weeks. Too soon the loudspeaker was intruding into their private world, announcing that Sasha's bus was almost ready to leave and urging last minute passengers to board.

They reluctantly broke their kiss. Dean made no move to break from Sasha's embrace. As he looked into the depths of the incubus' brilliant blue eyes, Dean was filled with emotions that almost choked him. The emotions that he saw reflected back to him didn't help to alleviate Dean's sudden panic.

Sasha saw the emotions galloping through the bright green eyes he was drinking in. He saw the moment that the voices became too much for Dean. He gently traced his thumb across Dean's jaw and leaned in for a quick and chaste kiss – just a brush of the lips.

"We'd better get my bags. And we don't want Sam to come looking for us, do we?" Sasha's smile was teasing, enough to break the tension but not the moment.

Dean's breath caught a little, but his answering laugh was almost normal.

"Hell, no." Dean patted Sasha on the chest as he stepped back and out of the incubus' embrace. The feeling of his chest pressed against his and the warmth stayed with Dean, however, as he turned and headed around the building. He was relieved to see that Sam hadn't yet made his way back to the Impala.

They had retrieved Sasha's bags from the trunk and were half way to the bus when Sam finally emerged from the terminal and joined them, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

"About time, Francis. We were beginning to think we would have to send a search party out for you," Dean said as he relieved his brother of one cup and took a sip.

"Sorry. Just lost track of time, I guess," Sam replied with what Dean considered an odd smile.

Dean considered that smile for a minute. He glanced back at the terminal. Had Sam been waiting at the door with the coffees until he saw Dean and Sasha walking across the parking lot? Why wouldn't he have just come back to the car? Unless he…. No. Sam couldn't suspect anything, could he? No. It was just a coincidence.

Dean's thoughts were interrupted by his brother handing him his coffee too. They were at the bus now, and Sam was gathering Sasha into a bear hug and patting his back.

Dean rolled his eyes. Sam was the king of the PDA.

"Have a great trip and a good time with your aunt. We'll see you in New York on your birthday," Sam said as the two broke apart.

Sasha looked to Dean.

Dean smirked a little and raised his eyebrows as well as shrugging his shoulders, holding up the two cups of coffee.

"Thanks Sam. Try to keep yourselves out of trouble till I get back. I wouldn't want to miss any of the fun," Sasha smiled at Sam and shook his head at Dean.

"Hey, we're not the one's planning to spend a week with a succubus," Dean pointed out.

They all laughed at that and Sasha turned to step onto the bus. He was the last one to board, and the doors closed after him. The bus was already running.

Dean watched as Sasha walked down the aisle of the bus, selecting a seat by the window. The bus was actually pretty empty and there was no one in the seat beside Sasha or in the seats immediately in front of or behind his.

As Sasha settled himself, Sam raised his hand in farewell then grabbed his coffee from Dean and turned to walk back to the Impala.

The bus started to pull out and Dean raised his own hand in farewell, seeking out those blue, blue eyes one final time.

Sasha's eyes were locked on Dean's. He smiled and raised his hand to his mouth kissing the palm and then holding his hand flat he blew the kiss at Dean.

Dean smiled and rolled his eyes as he affectionately mouthed the word 'freak' back at Sasha's window. Dean continued smiling and didn't turn back to the Impala until the bus turned out of the lot and he could no longer see those piercing eyes and that flaming hair.

The wind was still blowing coldly through the parking lot, but Dean no longer noticed it. A warmth spread from his chest, keeping him warm.

He was still smiling as he climbed into the Impala beside his brother and started the car up, soothed by its familiar growl.

"Well, Sammy. You ready for New York?"

"Why New York?" Sam asked as they drove away from the station, "You hate New York, remember?"

A/N: And there we have it. I also want to thank everyone who gave me suggestions. For those of you who have some suggestions outstanding, fear not – I hope to get to all of them eventually! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, alerted, and faved this. And thank you for reading. If you've enjoyed these and want to see more, please don't forget to leave a little review!