Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

all homophobic on me.” Propping one foot on the bedframe, Dean crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow at Sam and Bo. “I made damn sure she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone else about what she saw before I could warn y’all. I totally took one for the team. I hope you appreciate my sacrifice.”
Sam laughed. “We do. Even though I find it hard to believe you didn’t enjoy it at all.”
“She has really nice tits, so I did kind of like that part, but she can’t kiss for shit.” Dean grinned. “Call me spoiled, but if I’m going to get horizontal with someone, they have to be a good kisser.”
“You didn’t tell her you’re bisexual?” Bo asked, breaking his silence.
Dean sobered instantly. “No. Something tells me she wouldn’t have stayed and let me distract her if I had.”
“You’re probably right.” Taking Sam’s hand, Bo laced their fingers together. “Thank you, Dean. For watching out for us, and for wanting to protect us.”
“Y’all are some of my best friends. I love you.” To Sam’s amusement, Dean leapt from the chair and bent to hug first him, then Bo. “Anne’s a bitch. Hot, yeah, but a bitch.”
“I think you’re right,” Sam said as Dean pulled away. “Do you think she’ll cause any real trouble for us?”
“I think she’ll try.” Insinuating himself between Bo and Sam, Dean turned a somber look to first one, then the other. “And honestly, I don’t think I can keep distracting her with groping. Even if I could stand to do it again, which I’m not sure I can, she’d eventually notice I wasn’t really into it.”
Smiling, Bo patted Dean’s hand. “There’s no need for that, Dean. I believe she will try to make trouble for us. But really, there’s not much she can do. Lex and Carl are the ones in charge here, and neither of them is homophobic. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Dean drew a deep breath and blew it out. “So what do you want to do now? It’s not time to head out for the sunset yet, and Lex has the whole staff in the dining hall right now explaining what’s been happening. We could go over evidence, or we could just have a rest before heading up to Sunset Rock.”
Glancing at Bo, Sam frowned at the odd mix of fury and melancholy on his face. “I’d like a little rest, personally.”
Dean gave him a knowing look. “I figured you might.” He squeezed Sam’s hand, then Bo’s, and stood up. “I think I’ll go over to the dining hall and see what all Lex and the good detective are telling everyone. Should I come back around five, so we can get our stuff together and hike up to Sunset Rock?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” Bo answered with a strained smile. “See you then.”
“Yeah, see you. Oh, and make sure you lock the door, just in case.” With a suggestive grin, Dean opened the cabin door and slipped outside.
Sam stood, walked over and locked the door. When he turned around again, Bo held out a hand. “Come here.”
Sam obediently crossed the room, took Bo’s hand and sat beside him. The fire in Bo’s dark eyes made his head whirl. Without a word, Sam leaned down and captured Bo’s mouth with his.
Bo moaned, the sound low and rough. His arms went around Sam’s back, pulling Sam on top of him. His kiss tasted of need and desperation. Sam rose up on one elbow, breaking the kiss to search Bo’s eyes.
“Bo, is something wrong?” He laid a hand on Bo’s cheek. “You seem upset.”
Bo stared into his eyes, fingertips trailing up and down his back. “Is this what you’ve faced all your life? This unreasoning hate from other people, all because of something you have no control over?”
A humorless smile curved Sam’s mouth. “Pretty much, yeah. But the worst thing I’ve personally experienced is being verbally harassed now and then. Most people really don’t care one way or the other, and the majority of those who disapprove don’t get violent about it, thank God. In fact, of all the people who think we’re pure evil—or at least making a wrong choice— most people never say anything.”
“They’re still thinking it, though. Every time I see an openly gay couple, I also see people glaring at them behind their backs, and I’ve heard some of the things they whisper about them.” Bo wrinkled his nose. “Bastards. Why can’t they just let other people be who they are, and leave them alone?”
Bo’s voice dripped with anger, and his eyes shot sparks, but Sam saw the sadness and fear