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[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all. (kon)

--- kon going missing was never something dean planned for.

they were in the middle of a fight with something big and ugly; something that slipped through dimensions like it was second nature. dean hadn’t even been supposed to be there, technically, but rules never really applied when it came to kon. it was chaos already; fire, shattered concrete, glass raining down, civilians scattering in every direction...and then it happened.

the air split open behind kon with a sound like tearing metal and a flash of light that left the sky ripped wide open. another unstable rift. dean had only seen one once before, and it had taken half a city block with it.

he remembered yelling kon’s name, remembered the way the ground shook as the monster shoved kon backward, straight into the tear. he saw kon twist in midair, his arms desperately reaching and TTK flaring along with it in an attempt to grab hold of anything. but it wasn’t enough.

bright white seared dean's vision and then he was gone. just like that.

no body. no sign. no way to follow.

everyone else had called it. kon was “lost.” “gone.” and there was “nothing to be done.” dean heard the words but refused to let them take root. he knew better. kon was alive. he had to be. dean needed him to be in the same way he needed air in his lungs.

however, finding proof was another matter. the rift left behind nothing but a mass of rubble, scorched concrete and a thrum of unstable energy that fizzled out within hours. dean didn't care that the league told him it was useless he camped there for days, combing through ash and wreckage looking for what, he didn't know, but he knew he was going to find something.

“you’re not wrong,” a voice called out from the other side of the mountain of rubble dean currently was sifting through. he knew that voice and by the time he crested the top he was unsurprised to be looking down at the raven haired, crimson clad, thorn in his side: tim drake.

crouched over a handheld rig of bastardized alien circuitry and waynetech hardware tim quietly ran his own scans. dean slid to the bottom of the rubble pile only to be met with a smirk. “he’s alive. somewhere.”

tim explained it like a map had been written in radiation; kon’s TTK flare had left an imprint on the tear as it closed. an energy signature unique to the super, strong enough to trace. all they had to do was isolate it from the dimensional noise, build something strong enough to stabilize a rift, and hope to hell it brought them to the right world.

dean understood. he wasn't sure how he was going to help but it didn't matter. tim believed him, tim was going to help him and that was enough.

months later

dean winchester had been a problem when it came to superhero protocol on more than one occasion. when it came to his husband there was just about nothing he wouldn't do. he was labeled a risk and, much to his amusement, 'doesn't work well with others'.

in dean's mind that wasn't true at all. it was just that most of the time 'others' didn't like his plans. the amount of times he'd heard 'stop' and 'you'll get yourself killed' in the months since kon had gone missing made that abundantly clear. of course those protests fell on deaf ears.

at least for the most part.

there was one person who didn’t tell him to stop. one person who believed him when he said kon was still alive. in some ways it was the last person most would expect, but when it came to kon missing, there was only one other person in this world who lost all sense of reason and self preservation like dean did. tim didn’t waste time on false hope; if he thought there was nothing left to fight for, he would’ve said so. he didn't pull his punches and that was something dean could respect.

they both knew there was going to be hell to pay when they came back but oddly enough, they worked well together. tim gave dean's hyper loyalty a place to focus with realistic goals. dean watched tim's back, made sure he had the bare minimum (at least) of food and water to survive daily, and ensured he didn't spiral into burnout.

between the two of them they managed it. punching a hole into a different reality wasn't out of tim's wheelhouse with the right tools but it was helpful to have the stickiest fingered hunter on his side to get what they needed to make that happen. timing would be trickier due to the instability of their tear into the other universe but dean knew he would be fine. if kon could survive months trapped in this other reality then together they could make it a week before tim could open the tear up again.

"you better be here, winchester. both of you."

"you worry too much, bird boy. i'll be here. -- we'll be here."

realistically they had no idea what to expect beyond the tear besides that the world was stable and it supported life. when dean stepped through and blinked his vision clear he figured that was a massive understatement.

life was beyond thriving. this universe, whatever it was, was far beyond the world they knew. the technology that existed was something out of a sci-fi wet dream. cars flew overhead, even through the misting rain neon lights light up the sky. the buildings stretched on so high dean wasn't sure he could even see the top. an android walking a dog excused itself to get by as dean stared at the marvels around him. of all the places kon could have ended up, this one didn't seem too bad.

kon. right, that was the plan. it was simple and straight forward. it might might him look a little crazy but dean knew his husband. so long as there was strength in his body, air in his lungs, and he was free there wasn't much that could keep them apart. not when kon heard him calling. and dean started calling.

"KON!" his hands cupped around his mouth just in case. as if that would really help. he called for him at least 5 times, yelling variations of his name. he even went so far as to call him 'conner' just in case, despite never using that name for him. but nothing. dean was walking, staring up into the dark sky for any signs as the rain picked up. and then an idea struck him.

"sunspot!"

this time dean knew he saw something; a blur coming towards him. he squinted into the sky but he had no time to react before the solid warm wall of kon collided with him, wrapping his arms around him firmly. dean didn't have time to say anything, he barely had time to breathe, before kon was wrapping them in a TTK bubble and jetting off through the sky. dean might hate flying but over the years he at least managed to get used to it with kon. he squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he held on but it wasn't long before they were touching back down.

a pair of warm hands on his face had him blinking his eyes open to be met with a pair of brilliant blue that were staring back him, swimming with tears and wide with awe. an easy and crooked smile graced dean's features and he reached out to pull kon back into an embrace. "hey sunspot," he whispered and he felt kon all but sag against him.

"how did -- tim."

"tim," dean laughed with a nod. though his laughter didn't last long. the downpour that opened above him saw to that. seconds later kon was pulling dean in through a door on the roof they'd landed on, his grip on the hunter's hand almost vice like. dean didn't have the heart to say anything. he had no idea what kon had been through in the months they'd been apart. hanging on had to feel like a lifeline he thought he might never get.

"where are we?" dean asked as they wandered down a series of hallways.

"luthorcorp."

that was enough of an explanation for dean. he was sure that however kon ended up here the first thing he did was look for what he knew. even if this place seemed so foreign, and so far advanced, he doubted that lex was very different. even if he had his own interests at heart first and foremost, he was sure he couldn't resist everything that came with meeting kon.

wandering the halls seemed endless. dean had to wonder if this was part of the reason why kon didn't come when he called his name. he clearly knew where he was going but between all the bright lights, the sterile white, and the twists and turns dean was utterly lost in no time. "is this why it took you forever to come out and meet me?"

there was hesitation. kon stopped in the middle of the hallway and ran his hand back through dark curls. in that moment, there under the lights, dean could see a difference in kon. his hair was longer, his skin wasn't as tan, and he just looked worn down. dean couldn't resist reaching out to him, his hand finding kon's jaw, and the super's face fell into it like so many times before. he smiled at dean in a sad sort of way and that look about broke the hunter's heart. "i wasn't sure you were you," he went on to explain. that had dean raising his brows. kon sighed and dean's thumb gently swept along his cheekbone as he waited for kon to coninue. "when i first ended up here i found you. only, it wasn't you. it was some asshole who runs this thing called 'hunter corp' with his brother, another sam."

dean blinked and then shrugged. "so there's another me. does that mean there's --"

"no."

dean frowned. he couldn't image life without kon. he didn't want to. that was why he was here in the first place. to bring him home. "was there ever..?"

kon nodded and dean instantly understood the meaning behind that. kon had died once and thankfully it was before they ever met, but that meant that this world's kon never came back. dean had to wonder if things would be different for his 'other self' if there was a kon in this world. hearing that he was an asshole didn't really surprise him. dean was an asshole, just not to kon. never to kon if he could help it. that had to be a harsh jolt of reality for the super. "his heart beat sounded the same?" another nod and dean gave him a small encouraging smile in return. "so when you heard sunspot you --"

"i knew."

using the grip kon still had on his hand, dean couldn't resist any longer, and he pulled him in. for a few seconds green and blue met and they both went for it at the same instant. kissing kon was unlike kissing anyone else. it was bright, warm and chased away the deep shadows that threatened to swallow him up. kissing kon was the lifeline he needed, his tether to reality when everything else slipped away.

thankfully there wasn't far to go, because once that kiss started it was nearly impossible to stop. dean barely even registered kon pulling him through the nearest door. the desperate tugging was a distraction to the automated whoosh of them opening and closing. dean didn't even register it. what he did register was the way kon kissed him like he'd been drowning for months and dean was the first gasp of fresh air in his lungs.

dean barely had time to shrug out of his jacket before kon's hands were everywhere; his face, running along his chest, and pulling at his hips. he didn't know who tore at what first, just that buttons popped, fabric stretched and the sound of tearing cloth mixed in with their panting and kissing. dean's back hit the wall, then kon's, neither of them caring about direction at all.

clothes scattered in a trail, dean's shirt didn't survive, and kon's jacket ended up in a crumpled heap on the coffee table. they laughed into that kiss at the sheer chaos of it, hands digging into familiar lines as if to reassure the other that they were there; real, solid, alive and warm.

the rain dripping from their hair quickly started to mingle with sweat. kon's mouth dragged down his throat, teeth leaving a trail of marks in their wake. dean let out a sound he hadn't made in months, low and desperate, mixed with relief and need.

he gave kon a gentle shove, only so he could look at him, really look at him. his eyes were glassy despite flushed cheeks. "thought i lost you for good this time," he rasped out, causing dean's throat to go tight.

"never. i got you," dean whispered in return, his own voice hoarse and wrecked already. "not letting you go again, you hear me?"

kon kissed him like he believed it; like he'd been waiting to hear it.

they didn't even make it to the bed. with kon wrapped around his waist, dean's hands gripping his hips like a lifeline, they managed to stumble to a desk. every touch was frantic, almost rough, but there was still the same reverence dean always had for kon. of course this wouldn't just be sex, it was a reunion in every sense of the word.

dean's fingers tangled into kon's hair, dragging him back up for another breathless and messy kiss. "missed you so much, sunspot," he murmured against his lips. kon answered without words. instead he pressed his hands, his mouth, and his whole body tightly to dean's like he was afraid he'd slip away again.

dean felt like he couldn't breathe, not with kon this close. he always left him breathless, but now, with every line of his body pressed so perfectly into his own? it stole the air from his lungs. it was like he found the piece missing to his puzzle. he told himself over and over again that he was going to find kon, that nothing, not even death, had kept them apart. but actually having him here? holding him in his arms again? it was almost too much but at the same time dean knew that he would never get enough of his husband.

kon's mouth never seemed to stop. his lips were on dean's jaw, his throat and trailing down his chest like he needed to map out every scar and freckle in case he'd forgotten them. dean let him, encouraged him even, his own hands mapping and plotting before he couldn't take it anymore and their lips crashed back into another hungry kiss. every sound that came from kon made a home straight into dean's chest, like he wanted to hold it and memorize it, because for months he had nothing but stillness and silence to keep him company.

"missed you," kon breathed against him, his voice rough, almost broken. "god, starlight i..." his words dissolved into another desperate kiss, unable to express himself any better than that.

dean held him tight, trying to anchor the both of them. he knew what this meant. this kind of desperation was more than just a want, this was a need. "i know, sunspot," he muttered softly, lips brushing at kon's temple, cheek bone, jawline, and anywhere he could reach. "i know, baby. i've got you. not ever letting you go."

the desk rattled, threatening to shake apart, neither of them caring. the room was a whirlwind of their littered and ruined clothing, proof of how fast they'd all but torn into each other. and yet, it still wasn't enough. dean could feel kon trembling, not from fear, not from weakness, but from the sheer force of everything building between them. the need of months coming to a crescendo.

dean's forehead found kon's, their breath mingling and crashing together. "look at me," he whispered, and kon did. blue eyes were glassy, raw, and dean was sure his green were almost a perfect match. he kissed kon then, softer and slower, pouring every ounce of love and devotion he could into it; as if he'd been keeping it for him only to give it to him now after these many months.

they weren’t just touching. they were clinging, like two people who’d been stranded in opposite universes and had finally, finally found their way back to each other. skin to skin, heart to heart, they held each other through the chaos, through the storm of it all. and when the tension broke, it wasn't quiet. it was as desperate as the start. almost frantic, shuddering and never enough.

kon buried his face against dean's throat. dean held him through it, whispering anything and everything that came to mind. "you're safe. i've got you. i love you. always, sunspot. you're home."

for the first time in months, dean felt whole.

the monsoon between them settled into a quiet storm. kon sprawled against dean, faced pressed into the curve of his neck, humming contently. it helped to block the hum of the neon outside, filtering in through the walls; a steady reminder that they weren't home yet, but in this moment, in each other's arms, they could pretend just for a little while. kon's fingers toyed with his still damp hair and dean traced lazy patterns across his back. slow and steady, they grounded each other.

"still hate surprise flying?" kon's voice was rough, and muffled against his shoulder, but the tease was very much there.

dean huffed out a laugh, low and soft. "yeah. but for you? worth it every time."

that earned him a small smile against his throat, soft and achingly real. dean's fingers threaded into kon's curls again, carding through despite the dampness from the rain. the weight of kon against him, alive and warm, filled a hollow part inside dean with the sunshine he'd been missing.

for the first time in months, sleep came easy for the both of them.

one week later

their return wasn't graceful. tim had warned dean about the instability of the tear, and when it opened again, it was more like a violent rip than any doorway he'd ever seen. but dean shoved kon through it ahead of him all the same. if anyone was getting lost between worlds, it sure as hell wasn't going to be his husband.

together, they stumbled back into the cold warehouse tim had turned into a staging area, the tear hissing shut behind them. dean barely had a chance to turn away from it before tim was there, eyes flicking between the two of them as if confirming what he was seeing was, in fact, the winchesters returned to him.

kon grinned and a hand clapped down onto his best friend's shoulder. "knew you'd pull it off, rob."

tim smirked and for a moment his hand clasped over the top of kon's, but his gaze softened as it landed on dean. "and look, you didn't even get yourself killed. shocking."

the hunter rolled his eyes and tugged kon closer to his side. it was clear he had no intention of letting the super out of arm's reach any time soon. "you almost sound disappointed."

tim shook his head, the corners of his lips upturning just a bit again as he did. it was obvious he was happy to see even the hunter. relief lingered in every line of his face. though, dean also caught the exhaustion; the same kind he'd been living with for months. it was the kind that didn't just vanish with a victory, but at least it would ease at the weight of it.

"let's get out of here," tim encouraged. dean had a feeling he didn't want to be caught opening and closing unstable rifts any time soon.

with kon's hand in his, dean thought maybe they'd actually done it. they made it through.

they were finally home.

except...

just after dean had stepped through the rif, when he'd turned back, he swore he saw something. rather, he swore he saw someone watching from the other side. a familiar figure, standing at ease in the blinding and sterlie light of that world.

tim.

only...there was something different. a strange smile that stretched too far on his face. a smile that didn't reach the sharpness of his eyes. dressed in a pure black suit, he looked all too well put together. not like someone who was just trying to survive, not like how this world's tim looked after he lost his kon. he looked...in control. and the way his head tilted and that smile faded into a smirk as the rift closed...

it felt like a warning. or maybe a promise.

dean glanced back, the tear was gone, just empty space in its place. he shoved that image down for now. kon's hand was tight in his own, and tim -- their tim -- was waiting on them.

but dean knew what he saw.

and something told him this wasn't over.

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