Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Much thanks as always to Kripke and Crimson1 for allowing me to play with their very nice toys.

A/N: This is the third in the Redux series and will be another home for plot bunnies. I am, as always, very open to suggestions.

This chapter takes place at the Roadhouse during Arc 4.

Thank you to Crimson1 for the beta and ensuring that I don't rip out all my hair…

There be slash ahead…

When Sasha came out of the bathroom, he stopped just as he was about to flip the light switch off. The bed was empty. Dean had been asleep when he got up as quietly as possible. Or at least he thought he had been. Sasha saw that there was something on his pillow and strode over to the bed. It was a note.

Meet me in the bar.

Sasha's face which had born a small frown that deepened upon first seeing the note was quickly replaced by a large grin. His blue eyes sparkled. Someone was getting playful.

Sasha made his way to the bar as quietly as possible after slipping on a pair of sleep pants. It must be about 2:30 he estimated. The house was completely quiet although Sasha could hear Sam's contented snoring through his door as he passed.

The moon was almost full and flooded in through the windows. It was enough light for the incubus to make his way through to the bar.

The bar itself was pitch black. Sasha paused at the door.

"Dean?" he called softly.

The bar was softly illuminated as the jukebox suddenly sprang to life and the sound of Van Morrison gently filled the room. Someone had adjusted the volume of the jukebox so it wasn't blaring as it usually did.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes

And then Dean was leaning on the jukebox smiling at Sasha.

"Wanna dance?" Dean bobbed his eyebrows.

"Always," Sasha laughed closing the distance between them as Dean stepped around the jukebox. Dean had left their room clad only in his sleep pants too although his chest still sported his bandages.

A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow

Sasha got right into Dean's personal space and grabbing his pants at the hips pulled him toward the centre of the dance floor.

Keeping his hands on Dean's hips, Sasha swung his to the bluesy beat. Instead of pressing their bodies together Sasha kept a tantalizing space between them. Dean swung his hips in a mimic of Sasha's and grabbed onto the incubus' hips.

And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Dean lost himself in the rhythm of the dance and his eyes drank in the sight of the graceful incubus in front of him. Slowly, Dean's eyes travelled up from Sasha's navel across his tight and muscular abdomen and chest, finally reaching the incubus' face to discover Sasha's eyes closed as the incubus drank in the music.

Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Dean leaned in and ghosted his lips against Sasha's. He was rewarded when Sasha blinked his cobalt eyes at him and smiled.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own

"I thought you were tired?" Sasha's voice was low.

"I had a nap this afternoon remember? And we went up to bed at 10!" Dean didn't try to hide the disgust in his voice.

"You're the one who fell asleep," Sasha teased and drew Dean closer to him.

"Yeah, well, I'm wide awake now," Dean purred. His hands left their hold of the incubus' hips and ghosted up Sasha's sides, sliding across his chest, thumbs lightly brushing the incubus' nipples and then around to his shoulders. Sasha shivered in response.

And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

This time Sasha leaned in and brushed his lips across Dean's. But Dean was too quick for him, and sliding his hands from the incubus' shoulders to the back of his neck and up into his hair, Dean drew the kiss to him, plunging his tongue deeply into Sasha's mouth in heated need.

Dean made a little complaining noise when Sasha broke the kiss to pull apart again, swaying to the final chorus. His hands were still on Dean's hips, subtly encouraging the same motions. Sasha's thumbs stroked the hollow at the front of Dean's hip bones, tantalizingly straying under the waistband.

One more Moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night

As the final chords began to fade away, Sasha looked a little disappointed. Dean grinned.

"Oh, we're not done yet," he breathed, and the jukebox flipped to another song.

This time Dean wouldn't be denied and chest be damned too. He slid his hands around to the small of Sasha's back and drew him in tight.

I love the way ya look tonight
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders

Sasha slid into Dean's embrace, gently pulling their bodies together, sliding his own arms around Dean and enfolding him in a tender embrace even as he swayed to the music. He pulled his head back just enough to make eye contact, though.

"Bryan Adams? I never would have guessed that in a million years!"

"Blame Sam. He was totally into the guy's music after Robin Hood came out. So we had a few tapes. He took them to school when he went." Dean pulled the incubus closer again.

"But…"

I love the way ya dance that slow sweet tango
The way ya do everything but talk

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

And how ya stare at me with those undress me eyes
And your breath on my body makes me warm inside

Sasha turned his head enough to gently blow on Dean's neck and up to his ear, gently ruffling the short hairs there. Dean shivered in his embrace.

Let's make out - let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...

Dean sought out Sasha's unnaturally soft lips, locking his own and allowing Sasha's tongue, wet and joyful to explore his mouth. Dean's hands sought every part of Sasha's torso stroking up his back, gently but firmly. One hand went all the way up to fist in the back of Sasha's hair. The other hand drifted back to Sasha's chest, playfully stroking and then pinching at a nipple.

Sasha purred and Dean loved how it rumbled through his own mouth and throat.

Let's make a night - to remember
From January - to December
Let's make love - to excite us
A memory - to ignite us
"Let's make honey baby - soft and tender," Dean sang along.
"Let's make sugar darlin' - sweet surrender," and Sasha answered.
Let's make a night - to remember - all life long

Sasha's hands had been stroking Dean's back and gently pulling him into the sway of his body. Now they moved down past Dean's lower back and easily slid into the loose sleep pants. Sasha cupped a cheek of Dean's ass in either of his large, warm hands, firmly pressing their hips together. There was no mistaking the answering heat and throbbing erections that met in the middle.

I love the way ya move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin down your skin
Me lying here - you lyin' there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere

Sasha ground their hips together brushing their erections past each other. Both Sasha and Dean moaned low in their throats and giggled at their unintentional duet.

Sasha's hand slid to Dean's hip without coming out of his pants and continued around. As Sasha moved his hips back slightly to allow room, he grasped the shaft of Dean's erection.

Dean gasped and immediately let his own hand trace down from Sasha's back and into the front of Sasha's pants, seeking out the incubus' as well. He took the shaft and lightly ran his thumb over the weeping slit, using the moisture to lubricate the rest. Dean continued all the way down to cup and stroke Sasha's balls, feeling the incubus sink into his caress.

Let's make out - let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...

Suddenly, Sasha twisted in Dean's arms so Dean was pressed up against the incubus' back. Dean had one arm still wrapped around the incubus' chest and one hand still on his erection. Sasha had subtly moved them closer to the bar as they danced. They were outside of the circle of light cast by the jukebox. Sasha reached back with both hands and gently pushed Dean's pants to the floor before doing the same with his own.

"We are so dead if Ellen comes down here," Dean breathed.

"Want to stop?" Sasha teased.

"Hell no." Dean nipped at the back of Sasha's neck.

I think about ya all the time
Can't you see you drive me outta my mind
Well I'm never holdin' back again
Ya I never want this night to end
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...

Sasha reached behind himself to stroke up and down Dean's torso. Dean leaned his head against Sasha's back, sinking into the warmth and both feeling and hearing the pounding of the incubus' heart. While one hand still teased his erection, Dean's other hand now slid down to caress Sasha's ass. Sasha had managed to move them right up to the bar as they swayed to the music. As he reached out to lean on a bar stool, he pushed his ass back into Dean's hand and his intention was clear.

Dean's hand slid into the space Sasha presented and one finger began to gently stretch and prepare him. Sasha purred and a hand reached back to draw Dean's body closer to his own. That incredibly soft and warm hand teased Dean's erection, lightly tracing it and rubbing it against Sasha's hip.

The music in the jukebox changed again.

You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

Sasha smiled and looked back over his shoulder at Dean.

"What? No Stairway to Heaven?" the incubus teased.

"Actually, I hate that particular Zepplin song – the only one of theirs that I do hate."

"Really?"

"Long story." Dean slipped two fingers into the incubus. "Do you really want to hear it now?"

Sasha's eyes rolled back and fluttered shut at Dean's skilful manipulation.

"No…" he panted slightly. "Maybe… later….much….later."

Sasha bucked as Dean continued to massage him deeply stroking and teasing his cock. Dean knew he could drive the incubus wilder though. He gently started to trace circles on Sasha's shoulder blade with his tongue, ghosting up to his shoulder and then his neck to nip and lick at his ear lobe.

Sasha was growling and moaning. He released Dean from his hand and reaching behind himself he grabbed both of Dean's hips to reposition him, making his desire perfectly clear.

"Dean," he ground out.

Dean was panting now and gently pressed himself to Sasha slowly and gently trying to ease in. Sasha was having none of it though and using the bar as leverage, Sasha thrust back onto Dean, plunging Dean deeply into himself.

Dean had one hand on each of Sasha's hips and held the incubus pressed against him. He wanted to make this last.

You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah

Using one hand to hold Sasha still, Dean let his other hand stroke up Sasha's back gently massaging the beautiful expanse of Sasha's back and tracing the tattoo on his shoulder blades with his thumb. Dean couldn't help missing the wings when they weren't there.

The music changed again.

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

"There's your Zepplin," Dean whispered.

Dean allowed Sasha to rock slowly and gently on him. Dean bent over to kiss the incubus' back and add little flicks of his tongue to tracing the tattoo.

Dean reached around Sasha's body, seeking the incubus' erection. Sasha was pulsing with need and when Dean wrapped his hand around his hard cock again, Sasha growled and bucked harder and faster against Dean.

Dean was nothing if not a quick learner in the sex department. It had felt a little odd doing this to someone else, but he sure as hell knew what he liked and regardless of his abhorrence of chick-flick moments he was both intuitive and sensitive to his partners' preferences.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you.

All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you.

Dean controlled the pace of his thrusts and teased Sasha at the edge of climax, savouring both his own pleasure and Sasha's. He pulled back again and finally released the hold he had on Sasha's his so that he could run both of his hands up the incubus' back, trailing back down with just the tips of his fingers. Dean was rewarded with the sensation of Sasha shuddering against him.

Sasha bucked back against Dean, picking up the pace and intensity of their rhythm as he crested the wave of their passion.

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin
All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you.

All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you.

Sasha came first, but not by much. Dean had barely been able to wait for him. He leaned on the incubus' back for a moment after pulling out. His legs were frustratingly threatening to dump him unceremoniously on the bar room floor. He took the moment though to wrap his arms around Sasha in a tight embrace and firmly kiss his back between his shoulder blades. Sasha purred and arched back up into him.

When Sasha had moved towards the bar, he had moved deliberately towards a roll of paper towels, which he now grabbed to clean himself up with.

Dean giggled.

"Is this like the incubus version of the Boy Scouts?"

Sasha quirked an eyebrow at him and turned to face him.

"You know – always be prepared? Like for sex clean up?"

Sasha snorted and then lost it. They both laughed.

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

Sasha reached out with a handful of fresh towels and gently cleaned up Dean. Dean smiled and reached out with one hand to brush Sasha's jaw with his thumb. Sasha turned and plunged the used paper towels deep into the trash bag sitting beside the bar.

Dean retrieved their pants as the last strains of Zepplin finished.

"That was well timed," Sasha observed as he took his pants from Dean.

"There's one more," Dean said stepping into his own pants.

Baby I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you

Sasha smiled. Dean was lost in the brilliance of that almost too blue gaze even in the dim light from the jukebox.

"Again. You never fail to amaze me," Sasha's voice was low and sex-roughened. He moved back to stand against Dean.

"We can't let this go to waste, now, can we?" He drew Dean to him, embracing him and leading him back into the music.

Baby I'm amazed at the the way you pulled me out of time
Hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

Baby I'm a man and maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand

"Babe I'm a man and maybe you're the only man," Dean sang softly over the original lyrics.
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me to understand

This time it was Dean who shut his eyes and lost himself to the music and the sensation of the incubus' warm body gently pressed into his own. He was on the verge of being exhausted, but at least he felt like this was an earned exhaustion.

When he opened his eyes, it was to Sasha's adoring gaze, drinking him in. Dean smiled lazily back at him and pressed his lips against Sasha's. It was a gentle kiss, intimate without the passionate need, but with a need all its own. Dean broke the kiss to press his cheek next to Sasha's, letting the incubus enfold him completely and letting the lyrics say what he couldn't.

Baby I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Baby I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
You right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

Sasha pulled back from their embrace enough to be able to search out the green eyes of his lover.

"Get this straight Winchester. You're not leaving. Well. You're leaving this bar because it's way past your bedtime, but that's as far as any leaving goes."

Sasha planted a firm kiss on Dean's lips, broke their embrace and led him off the dance floor as the light from the jukebox finally dimmed on the last chords of the song.

A/N: peeks

Too much? Too little? I'm a little worried given the low number of reviews for the last Redux and Redux II chapters that interest may be waning. If not, let me know – send suggestions, or just a quick thumbs up…

Music: All of the music in this chapter (except the Van Morrison) can be found for free online if you want a listen. I'd supply links but the site won't let me….

Van Morrison – Moondance

Bryan Adams – Let's Make a Night to Remember

Michael Buble – Everything

Led Zepplin – All of My Love

Paul McCartney – Maybe I'm Amazed