GENRE: Supernatural.
BY: Rufferto (rufferto9@yahoo.com, rufferto (livejournal)
PAIRING: Dean/Sam
SYNOPSIS: It is four months since Jessica’s death. The boys are investigating the deaths of a
number of victims in the Las Vegas area. The victims are all 20 something men and women who
are loners and so far the main clue is that they all have no social lives and are addicted to
gambling. The bodies have all been found naked and drained of their blood and in a local hotel
room. So far six have been found. Sam and Dean investigated by having Dean pose as a
gambler as they went from casino to casino. What the boys didn’t know is that the demon jumps
from person to person and possesses them based on their weaknesses. The more powerful the
weakness, the stronger the demon is, and the demon has already found its new host and is
ready to turn a pure, true love into something twisted, base and destructive.
DISCLAIMER: WARNING: NC-17/Violent Sex/Incest. Don’t like, Don’t read. My imagination is my
own, Sam and Dean do not belong to me. This is a work of fiction and no money was made.
If walls could talk, Oh
They would say 'I want you more'
They would say 'hey, never felt like this before'
And that you'll always be
The one for me
If walls had eyes, my
They would see the love inside
They would see, me
In your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know
I love you so:
“Celine Dion “if Walls Could Talk”
Chapter One
The quarter moon was enough to keep Sam awake as he stared at the ceiling. How Dean
managed to get money all the time he’d never know, well learned lessons from Dad. This
particular hotel was posh and the beds comfortable for once. Still, he couldn’t sleep, last night
at the bar something had happened to him when he saw that woman under Dean’s arm.
Sammy sighed, frustration was making him ache. His throat was parched, maybe it was the heat.
He glanced over at the other bed and saw Dean sprawled out over it, bedcovers tossed
everywhere, shorts slightly askew. Something tingled in Sam’s chest and he cursed himself, not
now. He’d thought he was over this. He’d spent years convincing himself that he was. It was
wrong, it was selfish and he was a prick for even letting the thought cross his mind.
It was there though, lingering in the back of his mind and festering on his conscious. Every lewd
image, every haunting need taunted him. Sometimes the pain of it caused tears that helped him
to sleep, sometimes, the pain was intolerable. Tonight, he just wanted the pain to end. He
turned his head to look at Dean, his lips were wet and his fingers twitched. The need was driving
him slowly insane. This was the true secret he was keeping, his horrible sin and the real reason
he left for school.
Tonight, his body refused to obey his mind. His cock was too hard to will it away. It was wrong,
he told himself. It was wrong and it was pathetic. He was in love with the one person he could not
have. He loved Dean.
You are a pervert. He told himself. How could you even think about sex with your own brother? Is
that why you keep so much to yourself, are you afraid of what he would think, what he would do
to you? Yes. That’s your fear. You know he would give you –that- look. He would be so
disappointed in you.
“Oh god, Dean…” He whispered. The words sounded like they came from far away. Sam
reached down and slipped his hand under his own shorts. He closed his eyes and thought of
what it would be like to be kissed by those perfectly shaped lips. He thought of how his body
would react to such perfection. He pictured Dean sprawled under him, wanton and needy. He
pictured his cock sliding into his brother’s beautiful ass, parting the cheeks and hitting home. Oh
god, the idea nearly choked him. His eyes flew open and his body jerked a couple of times.
That was when his eyes met Dean’s.
Holy shit, his brother was awake. Had he seen him?
“What’s wrong Sammy? Dreams again?” Dean yawned in a slightly irritable tone. Obviously, no,
Dean hadn’t seen a thing. “It’s fucking 3 in the morning, why can’t you just sleep like a normal
person?”
“I can’t.” Sam rasped, “I’m sorry Dean.” He bent his legs so that Dean could not see the truth.
How could he hide the truth from his eyes? He stared at Dean with eyes that begged him to
understand. Why couldn’t he control it tonight? He’d always managed to before? Something –
was- wrong, very wrong, Sam could feel it.
Dean struggled to sit up and rubbed his hands over his face. His fingers slid through his hair
and he reached over to turn on the light. “Right, “he yawned again. “I”ve been out doing all the
work hustling the tables to get a rise out of this creature we’re hunting and all you’re doing is
sentry duty. I really need sleep, Sam. My head is killing me.”
“You had too much to drink last night.” Sam noted with a frown.
“No, actually, I don’t think I had enough.” Dean grunted. “I could use your magic fingers. Wanna
rub my head?” Dean gave him a boyish grin and his eyes sparkled in a way that made his heart
jump.
Sam flushed, he knew which head Dean meant and it was not the one he really wanted. “Uh,
sure, Dean. I can’t sleep anyway.” Why did Dean insist on leaving his shirt off during the night?
Sam could only gaze at the pure beauty that was his brother’s form. Dean was a hero’s build
with his hard strength, rough scars…and oh god so tight nipples. Down, cock. Sam hoped Dean
would just chalk it up to their adventures that night as he quickly shifted beds. “God these are
King sized beds, how can you take up so much room in a king sized bed?” He complained.
“I’m a growing boy.” Dean murmured as he snuggled up to Sam. “Turn off the light and help my
poor head heal.”
Sam’s heart pounded in his chest. Too close, his mind screamed. You are too close to Dean.
Sam fought to keep the images out of his mind as he let Dean rest his head in the crook of one
arm as they had done before. It wasn’t the first time Sam had taken away one of Dean’s
headaches.
Long fingers reached up to thread through dark brown hair. Sam felt his body tingle at the
touch. His cock had no intention of letting him off the hook for it throbbed painfully. He thanked
god the lights were out. “Just relax bro.” Sam crooned. He found the pressure points and began
the slow easy massage.
“Magic fingers.” Dean murmured. “I bet the girls love those fingers.”
“Huh? Uh… yeah.” Sam started. The images continued to plague him. It would be so easy to
take advantage of this. Something inside him told him he could overcome Dean’s strength.
Something inside him was willing to throw all sanity away and strike. No. No he couldn’t.
“Sam, what the hell is wro---“ Dean moved, and his arm came into contact with Sam’s hard cock.
“Shit.”
For a long moment, all they could do was stare at each other. “Dean, its not I mean.” Sam tried
to say as he attempted to pull away. “I was going to take care of it but you woke up.”
“Hell Sam, it ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of, I get ‘em all the time.” Dean laughed, blinking. “Wow,
suddenly you’re normal, when did this happen? Sam? That really you in there?” Dean knocked
is knuckles against Sam’s head with another grin.
This is not normal. Sam screamed at himself.
Take him! NOW! He can’t fight you. You’re stronger then him, you always were. He’ll let you do
whatever you want. Look at his eyes, he wants it.
Dean frowned looking at Sam’s eyes. Something was wrong. Sam had never looked quite like
that before. “Hey. What’s with the 9 mile stare, bro?” He snapped his fingers.
Sam swallowed. “Dean, get away from me.”
“Huh?” Dean stared.
“Now Dean, I need you to get the hell out of this room, NOW.” Sam stumbled off the bed and
backed up towards the hotel window.
Dean blinked, blinked again and then swore. “Holy fuck. I’m a moron.” He slapped his forehead.
“Sammy? It’s got you hasn’t it? Sammy… It’s alright.”
“If you don’t leave now Dean, I’m gonna…” Sam rasped.
“Whatever you are, you better get the hell out of my brother.” Dean warned.
Sam’s eyes turned yellow and the creature stared at Dean. The voice grated like sand against
glass. “Make me.”
Sam launched himself at Dean and the two tumbled onto the floor. One punch after another
convinced him that he –was- stronger than Dean now. The fight was brief but brutal. It wasn’t
long before Dean found himself pinned underneath Sam.
Dean panted, his lip already bruised from punches thrown. “Sammy I know you’re in there. Fight
it!”
“I am fighting it, Dean.” Sam growled trying to pull himself off of Dean. “It doesn’t have complete
control, it – fuck.” He yanked off of Dean and huddled in a corner, breathing heavily.
“What’s it doing?” Dean reached for his bag to rummage through it. His voice was all business
snow; he was going to save Sam.
“I don’t know. I ---.” Sam’s eyes turned yellow again and two foreign words came out of his
mouth.
There was a flash of light and Dean passed out.
Sam stood up. “I told you to run.” He stared down at his brother’s unconscious body. Deep
inside Sam was horrified at what he was about to do. Dean would hate him forever.
Chapter Two
Dean woke up sometime later in the day. His head hurt like hell. Music was playing, he thought
it sounded like some hip crap and decided it must be one of Sam’s cds or the radio. They were
in his car, Sam was at the wheel. His eyes were focused on the road as though that was the only
thing occupying his thoughts. Dean groaned and started to move, then realized his hands were
cuffed. “What th…” He muttered as he tried to figure out what was going on. “Sam!”
“Easy, Dean…” Sam gave a nervous grin as he slowed down the car a little. “It’s me. I had to
make sure you weren’t going to crazy on me after what happened last night…”
Dean grimaced, then squirmed. Hell. Memories rushed back into his already sore head. Why did
he feel so freaking weak? “What th’fuck did you do to me?”
Dean closed his eyes, the memory of a wild kiss flashed into his mind, he winced. The kiss had
rocked his whole body, turned him on fire and made him beg for more. He remembered Sam’s
hands stripping him. He remembered those warm, beautiful hands running over his body,
eagerly touching every part of him. He remembered wanting it badly. ‘No..” he grunted as he
tried to push the memory out of his head. No, it didn’t happen. Sam had kissed his neck,
sucked on his skin, left a mark. Dean quickly reached up to the mirror and checked out his neck
and shoulder. “Christ, you gave me hickies.” He muttered.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat; he couldn’t look Dean in the eye.
The memories were crystal clear now. “Aw, Man. It wasn’t a dream.” Dean could still feel Sam’s
cock buried deep. “You fucked me.”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded.
“Jesus, you fucked me and I liked it.” Out of Dean’s mouth the words were not as simple as they
sounded, Sam winced again.
Dean smirked, “Barbara Walters would have a field day with this one. Stop the fucking car, Sam
and unlock these.”
Nervously, Sam agreed and the car was brought to a halt by the side of the road. Dean offered
his wrists to Sam with a pained expression. Sam sighed and unlocked the cuffs. No sooner were
his hands free that Dean smacked Sam across the back of the head. “Don’t ever put me in
cuffs again; little brother or I’ll kick your ass.”
Sam still couldn’t meet Dean’s eyes. He was so ashamed.
Dean sighed. “Look, I don’t know what to say. I’m starving, lets eat. Then we’ll research this
bastard that’s inside you and we’ll get him the hell out. Ok?”
“That’s it?” Sam wasn’t sure why he wasn’t relieved. Dean wasn’t angry, didn’t look angry
anyway, why did it hurt? He felt something die inside him and he wanted to crawl into a hole.
“Of course that’s it.” Dean growled. “Now get us to a hotel. I need food and a shower.”
“Dean, I’m—“ Sam began, feeling worse with each passing moment.
“Shut it, Sam.” Dean said plainly. “This does not entitle you to mush. You’re still my brother, and
I still love you. We’ll fight this ok? Drive the car.”
Sam obliged, fingers slightly shaking. As they drove, he listened to Dean as he flipped through
their Dad’s journal and chattered about the demon. He mentioned nothing about how he felt and
acted as though it was done and over with. Sam knew it wasn’t. The demon would need to feed
again later that night, and Dean was the closest body. It felt like his entire life had turned on it’s
end and he was powerless to control it. He’d fucked his own brother. He’d ruined what had once
been just pure desire and love, never acted upon. What would happen now? Didn’t Dean feel
anything? Dean said he liked it. Not realizing that he’d interrupted Dean’s train of thought in mid
sentence Sam blurted out, “You liked it?”
Dean paused and looked over at Sam. Emotions played across his face as he studied his
brother. “We’re so not talking about this.” Dean said finally.
“I liked it, Dean.” Sam said softly.
“You’re fucking possessed, shut up and drive the car.” Dean responded shortly.
“No, I want---“
“I said shut up.” Dean snarled. At the look on Sam’s face he immediately realized how savage
his voice sounded and forced himself to calm own. It wasn’t Sam’s fault. “Sorry Sammy.” He
whispered. “I don’t want to talk about this, not until that thing is out of you, ok?” He reached over
and patted Sam’s shoulder. “I can’t be sure until then what’s real and what isn’t. Understand?
Until then, whatever happens, we deal with it. I’m here for you. End of conversation.”
Sam’s heart ached, he wanted so to say so many things but Dean was Dean. Dean’s favorite
way of dealing with something was to not deal with it.
So they found a hotel and had dinner. At the bar, Dean flirted mercilessly while Sam lurked in
the booth. He couldn’t understand why this was happening. He should find a woman, get the
urge over with and then Dean wouldn’t be in danger. Instead, he was getting more and more
agitated the longer they stayed at the bar.
“Hey handsome.” A sweet voice whispered in his ear. He glanced back.
The woman was young and beautiful, her hair dark and her eyes sparkling green. He stared at
her, mesmerized. “Hi.” He said softly.
“I’m Torrie. Your friend over there seems to be getting lucky, but you’re here alone.” She played
her fingers along Sam’s collar. “It would be a shame if he scored and you didn’t, hm? What’s
wrong honey? Bad day?” she slid into the booth and Sam could already feel her turning on the
charm.
From the bar, Dean noticed the girl approach Sam and it only occurred to him after a few more
drinks that he should keep an eye on… Oh Fuck. “Scuse me, what was your name again, Molly?
I’ll be right back, my brother’s gone.”
Worried, Dean paid the bill and headed outside. “Sam!” He called. No sign of his brother. He
heard a faint scream off in the distance and swore under his breath. Dean ran towards the
scream and turned into the alley just in time to see ‘Torrie’ slip from Sam’s grasp and crumple to
the pavement. He rushed over and touched the woman’s neck for her pulse. She was alive,
thank god. He stared up at Sam who was shaking.
“She’ll wake up in a couple of hours and won’t remember anything.” Sam said through shaky
breaths.
“Yeah, how do you know?” Dean worked on making the girl comfortable. “You have the manual
on your Demon?”
“I just know.” Sam said shortly. “Dean, I nearly killed her.”
Dean rose to his feet to grip Sam’s shoulders, “But you didn’t, bro. It’s ok. You’re still with us.
Come on.”
The two brothers headed back towards their hotel room and Dean made sure that Sam was
propped under a fluffy pillow and keeping him calm. “It’ll be fine.” He told Sam softly, “it has to
be.” He reached up unconsciously to finger his brother’s hair. “I can’t lose you now.” Dean could
not even think about the possibility of losing Sam. No demon on this earth could stop him from
loving his brother. Even when that kind of love was wrong and he knew it. He was going to hell
for it. All he could do was protect Sam for as long as he could draw breath.
The touch sent a shiver up Sam’s spine. “God, Dean. What am I going to do?” He whispered
miserably.
“I don’t know, Sammy.” Dean held his younger brother in his arms. “We’ll get rid of it. I promise
you.”
Chapter Three
Sam clutched Dean. Whatever was spinning out of his control was grounded when he was this
close to the rock in his life. He could hear Dean’s heart beat; it was a soothing natural sound. It
filled him with a small form of comfort even though he knew that he was the reason Dean was
weak. His mind faltered with an image of Dean begging for him.
“Please fuck me Sam.” He heard the voice plead.
It couldn’t be, because Dean was asleep. Sam didn’t want to move because if he moved he
would wake Dean and then they wouldn’t be tangled together like this. He was so comfortable.
One leg draped in between Dean’s, his cock pressed snugly against his brother’s side. It was
warm and natural.
“He wants you.” Another voice goaded him. “Can’t you see? You must see. Come look what he
dreams about…Open your eyes, sweet Sam.”
Sam’s lips trembled and he clutched tighter.
The dream was so vivid. Dean was naked, they both were. He was on his knees, Dean’s thick
beautiful cock shoved deep into his throat. Oh, God, it tasted so good. Dean groaned and
shifted slightly in his sleep. Sam’s eyes flew down to his brother’s hard shaft. Oh bloody hell.
“Look at him.” The voice within him commanded.
Sam didn’t need incentive, he was already staring at his brother’s flushed face. “Sammy..” Dean
whispered into the night. “Yeah, yeah…”
“No Stop, please…” Sam whimpered. Not like this. He didn’t want Dean like this. He felt
physically ill and wrenched his mind out from under the demon’s control. He would not spy on his
brother’s dreams.
A little voice within him laughed at his feeble attempts to resist.
“Hey, wake up.” He prodded Dean,
Dean started and mumbled, “Huh, what?” He moved too quickly and hit his head against the
headboard. “Ouch! Fuck.” He muttered. “Sam…”
Sam took the opportunity to untangle himself from Dean. “I gotta use the bathroom.” His face
was flushed hot with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe what he had almost done.
As he scrambled off the bed Dean raised an eyebrow. “Need help?” He offered flippantly.
Sam flushed even more if that was possible. He laughed nervously. “No.” He found a pillow and
tossed it at Dean on his way to the bathroom. He heard the same pillow hit the back of the
bathroom door as he shut it and sank to the floor.
“Jerk.” Sam whispered to himself. He pulled off his nightshirt and shorts to step into the shower,
tears already slipping down his cheeks.
Dean raised his eyebrows when he heard the shower running and glanced at the clock. What
the fuck? It was 4am. He sighed and lowered himself back into the pillows. He felt strange and
cold. He was also damn horny. He couldn’t remember what he was dreaming about but his body
had liked it. Sam’s words from the previous night occurred to him and he frowned.
Unable to get back to sleep, he finally stood up and made his way to the bathroom. “Sam?” He
knocked on the door. “Did something happen?” The shower was still running and there was no
answer. “Sam?” He opened the door and stepped inside.
Sam was standing in the shower but Dean couldn’t see what was going on due to the thick
curtain.
“Sam?”
Still no response, Dean bit his bottom lip then pulled the shower curtain aside roughly. “Sam,
answer me when I c----“
The site that greeted him made Dean’s lips go dry and he staggered back against the wall. Sam’
s eyes were closed, hot water spilling over him from the shower head, steam rising into the air
vents. Two fingers were touching one nipple while his other hand was holding his cock and
pulling on it with a desperate rhythm. It was so hard and proud and Dean wanted it. Without
another thought, he pulled off his shorts and stepped into the shower.
Sam’s eyes flew open and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Dean! Wh—“
Dean put his finger on Sam’s lips. “Shh. Don’t talk.”
Sam stared as Dean sank to his knees. Oh god. He closed his eyes and nervously reached to
balance himself by gripping Dean’s shoulder.
In one motion, his cock was engulfed by Dean’s mouth. It held him for a few moments while he
tried to catch his breath. Then Dean’s hands gripped his ass and encouraged him to thrust.
The sweet, hot warmth of Dean’s mouth was driving him over the edge. Sam shouted something
unintelligible. The world spun. Dean held him upright as he sucked and licked around the cock
pulsing between his lips. Did it matter any more who they were? Sam’s mind made a small
attempt to cling to reality.
“Dean!” Sam cried out his brother’s name. “Dean….. oh please….Dean.” He was begging now
and he didn’t care.
The tongue lapped him; those lips slick and warm were merciless in their goal. Sam howled, it
was too much, too much.
Sure he’d received this kind of thing before, but not with skill like this.
Suddenly he was coming and unable to control it. Sam’s body shook as Dean took every drop.
When it was finished, Dean rose to his feet and let Sam cling to him.. “Feel better now?” He
kissed Sam’s ear and reached over to turn off the shower.
“Mmm.” It was all Sam could do to keep his eyes open. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.” Dean nodded. “I think we found a way to keep your Demon busy. You didn’t drain me,
bro, in fact I feel like I could fight ten ghosts.” The flash of Dean’s grin made Sam groan. “Do
you feel him in there?” Dean’s hand rested on Sam’s chest, playing with a nipple.
He was right. Dean had done this of his own accord and found a way to sate Sam so the Demon
would remain at bay. “It’s still here. I can feel him. It’s just dormant.”
“So all I have to do is stop you from needing sex and we’re good.” Dean was sounding far too
cheerful for Sam’s liking.
“Looks that way” Sam muttered. His heart sank; Dean had done it to help him, not because he
wanted to.
“I’ve heard of Incubi, Sammie, but I haven’t heard of this before. This is something different. You’
ve got a predator in you, something that gets off on weakness and gets powerful from its host
not its victims. I figured it out.” He helped Sam out of the shower and tossed a towel at him. “You
don’t have enough sex.”
“I don’t what?” Sam rubbed his head as they went into the bedroom.
“We’ll just make sure you have sex, all the time, every night.” Dean said simply. “Then it can’t
prey on you and we can find a way to get it out of you.”
The cheerful tone was beginning to bug Sam. “I can’t pick up girls like you can, Dean.” He
grumbled.
“No shit.” Dean flopped back down on the bed. “That’s why you’re going to use me.”
Sam’s mouth opened. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Just hear me out.” Dean lay naked in bed as he looked up at his brother. “It’s perfect. We’ll stop
I don’t know every four hours or so to make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Dean that’s insane.” Sam argued. “Besides, you’ll hurt too much from it. I can’t do that to you.”
“You don’t have a choice bro. Do you want to kill someone by accident?”
Sam sighed, “No.”
“Then it’s settled. When you feel the urge, you fuck me. Ok?” Dean reached over to the fridge
to grab something to drink.
“How can you be so damn blasé about this?” Sam found his feet and walked towards the other
bed.
Dean wanted to shake Sam. “You think I like it any more than you do? Hell no, but we don’t have
a choice. I can take it. I’d do anything for you, Sam, you know that.”
“But this is …. This is… “ Sam tried to grope for words and failed.
“Just accept it.” Dean smiled his care for not smile that made Sam’s heart clench.
“Ok.” Sam finally said and his eyes dropped. This was worse than he could possibly imagine.
Not only was he having sex with Dean, it would be a lot of sex, and it meant nothing to Dean.
Dean was doing what he did best, looking out for Sam, that was all there was to it. No love. Dean
didn’t love him the way Sam wanted to be loved.
“Ok.” Dean nodded.
Chapter Four
Dean sipped his coke watching Sam out of the corner of his eye. They had stopped for lunch
on their way to investigate an incident in Nashville. A week had gone by since they first started
having sex. He was stretched out on the grass and Sam was down by the river tossing stones.
The sun was pretty hot and Dean watched as Sam spread cool water across the back of his
neck. He wondered if Sam knew how beautiful he was. With his tall, gorgeous body, long hands,
Sam was so different from his own stocky build.
There was no one more suited for sex than, Dean decided. He was more than just hot, he was
steaming. The tension between them had mounted over the last few days; Sam was on edge
and bitter. Dean chalked it up to shame, what else could it be after what they were dealing with?
Surely Sam didn’t expect more from him? He didn’t even know what Sam really wanted. Dean
scratched his head. “Hey, Sammy, you alright” He called over.
Sam stared at the river, his eyes haunted. In the last week, Dean hadn’t kissed him once. Dean
never explained why, but after the first time, Sam decided not to try again. Their coupling was
always quick and Dean never let it be anything more than for Sam’s pleasure. There were times
he thought Dean was going to say something, or tell him something, but nothing happened.
“Yeah,” He said shortly.
‘Yeah, right, you haven’t eaten. Do you want your chicken?” Dean reached over for a drumstick
anyway and started chewing the meat from it. Hey, finders keepers.
Sam stalked back to where his brother was stealing his food. “Just because I haven’t eaten
doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” He growled.
Dean laughed, “Come and get it then.”
Sam smirked and lunged. A couple of well thrown moves later and he was in a headlock while
Dean was eating his chicken. “You still move too slow.” He tells Sam. “Me on the other hand, I’m
in perfect condition. You let yourself go at Stanford.”
Sam struggled, but to no avail.
“If you’re good, I might feed you.” Dean’s eyes glinted and Sam stopped struggling to stare up at
him in frustration.
“Dean!”
Opening his mouth may not have been a good idea because he found it stuffed with both
chicken and Dean’s fingers. He sucked on the chicken and found his tongue eagerly wanting to
taste more of Dean’s fingers. Just when he started lapping at them, Dean pulled his fingers
away with a snicker.
Sam flailed, cursing Dean’s name, but he was held fast in his brother’s iron grip. When Dean
was at full strength, he really was hard to fight. “Dean! Damn you, lemme go.”
Sam on the other hand was only able to overpower Dean if he had extra strength. At the
moment, the demon inside was not helping in the slightest.
Finally Dean just let him go and Sam sat up quickly to glare at his brother.
“We’re in the middle of a public park, Dean. You’re being a jerk.” Sam grabbed his chicken and
started to eat.
“And you’re being a girl.” Dean tossed grass Sam’s way.
“What?” Sam yelled. “Of all the pig headed, lousy…”
Dean laughed, “See, you’re calling me pig-headed.”
“Shut up.” Sam jumped back to his feet, fists clenched, eyes blazing.
“Now there’s the Sam I know.” Dean grinned up at his furious brother, did Sam now how
gorgeous he was when he was mad? “Where you been, bro?” Dean got to his feet, smiling
nonchalantly as Sam was struggling to find words.
“You’re an asshole.” Sam grabbed his chicken dinner and stalked off to throw it out.
“Yea, yea” Dean mocked, “Seriously, Sam, you’re depressed all the time lately, you need to
lighten up.”
“Lighten up?” Sam stalked back towards Dean. “This situation is impossible, Dean. You know it, I
know it.”
Dean made a sound through his teeth, and smacked Sam’s arm good-naturedly. Sam hated it
when Dean was impossibly cheerful. “What’s to complain about? You get sex every day, and
good sex I might add. And it’s with me.” He fished the car keys out of his pocket.
Sam sighed and rested his hands against the car. “Dean, it’s not that simple.”
“It is if you let it be.”
“You’re impossible.” Sam grunted.
“Now you really are starting to sound like my last girlfriend.” Dean smirked, which earned him a
dirty look from Sam as they got back into the car.
Sam sighed and smiled, Dean’s grin was infectious and there was no way he could stay angry
with him for long.
“One day, I swear I’m going to make you smile all day long.” Dean vowed as he reached over to
ruffle Sam’s hair.
Sam heart skipped a beat when he saw the look in Dean’s eyes. Could he be mistaken? Was
something there? What was Dean trying to tell him? “Thanks.” He said softly to his brother.
“Thanks, Dean.”
“Huh, What For?” Dean gunned the engine and they took off down the road.
“Everything” Sam whispered softly.
“I love you too, Sammy.”
The words stunned him. He stared at Dean as his brother slipped a CD into the car. He couldn’t
possibly mean it the way Sam wanted. A half smile appeared at the corner of his lips and it
edged its way into a full smile. If Dean meant it, maybe….maybe there was a chance? Maybe he
was just imagining Dean hated what was happening?
“I’ll be happy when that fucker is out of your system.” Dean said after a while, “Then we can get
back to normal.” Then he laughed, “Or our version thereof. But since when is our family –ever-
been normal, eh?” He reached over to pat Sam’s leg, making his brother jump. Secretly, Dean
loved how he could so easily get a reaction out of Sam.
“Never” Sam sighed.
Chapter Five
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam could feel how wrong this was. Dean was bent against
the log, his hands clutching the bark. Behind him, Sam was shoving his hard cock deep into
Dean’s ass and it felt so damn snug and tight even after two weeks of daily sex. Sam’s hands
gripped Dean’s wrists, his head buried against his neck. They moved together in a perfect
rhythm, the sound of skin slapping together and sweet moans from Dean’s lips. If only Dean
would let him do more.
Dean gripped the fallen log as Sam took him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He was
trying not to call out as the camp site was nearby. If they were interrupted, there’d be a chance
Sam would kill someone. Each time was getting harder for Dean. He stared into the trees as his
fingers digging into the bark. It was rougher than usual this time, and it was all Dean could do to
remember to breathe.
He’d noticed the look in Sam’s eyes a little to late that day. They’d been busy dealing with the
campers. The cute girls had been flirting with Dean and he’d noticed the rage in Sam’s eyes out
of the corner of his own. That was when he made up the excuse of hearing something in the
bushes and dragged his brother away. The anger had almost scared Dean,
Sam had said nothing, merely pushing him up against the log and tearing down his jeans. It was
Sam’s next words that made his blood run cold. “Gonna make you cry.” Sam’s voice was hot
against Dean’s ear. “Gonna make you scream.” The words were so foreign that Dean’s head
snapped to the side as Sam pounded into him. “When are you going to tell him, Dean?” It wasn’t
Sam’s voice purring in his ear and those eyes were black with heat from hell.
“Sam!” Dean snarled back at the Demon, “Fight that frigging…” He tried to get out of the grip,
but Sam was holding him fast.
“Sam’s not here.” Sam licked Dean’s neck all the way up to his ear and began to suck on it.
“This is what you want, why won’t you tell him? You love him, Dean. I can see right through you.
You worship his body, every beautiful spot. You want so badly to make love to him it’s eating
you alive.”
Dean flinched when Sam’s large hand cupped his own aching shaft. There was a rule they’d
established when this began. Sam wasn’t supposed to touch Dean. Somehow, he had to get
through, force the demon back. Before he could think, the demon began to shove harder.
“Sam!” Dean gasped for air, “Sam, you’re hurting…“ Oh god. “Sam please fight it.” He could
feel am sucking something from him, energy? Was it his essence? It hurt badly and Dean couldn’
t make it stop. “Don’t do this.”
But that didn’t stop it. It only made Sam growl in pleasure and continue his assault. Dean bit
back a cry of pain at one particularly brutal thrust. “Still inside you, slut, can you feel me so
deep I’m all the way in. Gonna feel you shudder and taste your orgasm as it crashes your
world. Sam doesn’t know what spot to hit. What’s this? Ahh…”
Dean’s eyes opened wide, holy fuck, oh man. His cock was eagerly reacting to the hand stroking
it as each thrust was now touching something inside him that made his knees weak. He’d never
felt like this. “Wh-are you doing…” Dean moaned.
“Tasting you” Sam whispered, lapping at his neck. “Too bad Sam’s asleep; he wouldn’t want to
miss how you feel now.”
“Bastard…” Dean groaned. “I’m going to kill you into the next century.”
“Don’t be naughty, you don’t want to hurt Sammy boy.” Sam laughed sharply. It did not take him
long to get Dean to come. “There now, don’t you taste good?” He raked his fingers along Dean’
s cock and brought them up to his lips to suck. “Sam may be asleep, but he’ll wake up to this
sweet taste and wonder. What are you going to tell him?”
Dean whimpered, unable to hold himself up. Sam finally relinquished his wrists and pulled away
with a curse on his lips. Dean braced himself against the log, drawing long breaths. When he
finally looked back at Sam he saw that the demon was now gone. Sam was standing there
confused and stunned.
“Son…of a…” Sam gasped. “Wha-“ Dizzy, Sam stumbled backwards and Dean could only slump
against the log, panting. “Head rush.” He whispered. “Dean…” He shook his head to try and
clear it. “Dean, are you alright?” Dean was shaking, like someone with a bad fever and that only
made Sam worry more. “Dean, you’re hurt.” Sam snuffled, wiping away an angry tear. He had
hurt Dean, he could have killed Dean.
“I won’t be sitting down for a while.” Dean mumbled, turning around finally. “The demon took
over.” He told Sam softly.
“I’m so sorry.” Sam started to apologize
“Easy, I’m good.” Dean slowly staggered to his feet. “I can feel all my limbs and there is only
one of you. Ok. It’s all good.”
Sam stared down at the ground. He knew what had to happen now. He couldn’t stay with Dean
like this. It was killing both of them. “I should leave.” He said finally.
“What?” Dean raked his hands through his hair, breath still shaky. “Don’t be stupid. If you leave,
I’m hunting you down.”
A sob hitched in Sam’s throat and it broke Dean’s heart. “I couldn’t live if I killed you, Dean.”
Then Dean was instantly wrapping his arms around Sam and holding him close. “Shhh, shh.
You won’t. I won’t let it happen.”
“You couldn’t stop me today.”
“We were taken by surprise, it won’t happen again. Hey,” Dean lifted Sam’s chin up to stare into
his eyes. “It’s ok, I’m ok.”
“How could you be ok? I’m dying inside, Dean. I can’t take this anymore.”
“Sammy, love” Dean stroked Sam’s chin, “I’ve been trying to keep from doing this. I didn’t want
to make it worse. But after today, I think I need to. He was using it against us.”
“Doing what?” Sam wondered what Dean could possibly be talking about –now-.
Then, the irrepressible Dean Winchester kissed him. It wasn’t just any kiss either. Sam felt the
world fall away with the force of it. Above, thunder and lighting crackled ominously. Clearly,
things were happening around them they should be involved in fighting. Sam didn’t care. Dean’s
lips and tongue were invading him, breaking down every defense. Now he knew why it was so
easy for Dean to get girls, he was a damn good kisser. The action left Sam breathless and
panting when they finally parted and Dean traced his swollen lips.
“What did you do that for?” Sam whispered.
“Because I wanted to, Sammy, but we don’t have time to talk about this.” From the camp, they
could hear screams.
Sam swore “There’s never any time, is there? You just do these things.” He struggled out of
Dean’s arms and arranged himself. “Without a thought of what they mean. Damnit, Dean.” He
growled.
Dean arranged his own jeans and adjusted his shirt. “Sam-“
“This conversation –isn’t- over.” Sam snarled.
Dean rolled his eyes to the heavens. “You’re worse than a girlfriend.” Dean muttered as he
reached for his gun and they charged back to camp. “At least I can understand girls.”
Sam snorted and whatever he would have said would remain a mystery as they soon had to
start fighting. When they got back to camp the creature was already trying to make short work
of the people they were protecting.
Chapter Six
Kissing Dean was new for Sam, the sensation rippled through his body like a balm. It didn’t
matter when Dean’s lips were on his that they hadn’t talked. They had come back to the motel
room exhausted from the battle. The situation they were in did not matter, this felt real. It filled
him with warmth. As soon as at last they parted for breath, his brother stroked his arm fondly.
“Try not to get so beat up next time we scrap with the bad guys, ok?”
“I wouldn’t if you wouldn’t try and use me for bait.” Sam grunted.
“Nothing you couldn’t handle.” Dean shifted Sam, arms still wrapped around him. Truth was,
Sam had scared him throughout their last battle. He was concerned about his little brother, very
much so. Dean’s fingers stroked the side of Sam’s his neck, just under a particularly sensitive
spot he was well aware of.
“Dean!” Sam protested and jerked his head away. “Too worn-out for that.”
“Mmm. Yeah, perhaps you are, but I’m horny as hell.” Dean chortled. So far, he’d let Sammy
hold the reins on the sex and acted as a handy outlet to keep the demon at bay. He’d held
emotion at arms length and touching to a minimum up until now.
Sam’s heart fluttered. Over the last several days he’d begun to get used to the fact that Dean
actually –did- want to touch him. “So what are you going to do about it?” Sam wondered as he
stared up at Dean from under his lashes.
“Kiss and make it better?” There was a wicked twinkle in Dean’s eyes.
“Can we talk first?” Sam hoped.
“Hell no, you’d just get all sappy and I’d end up being annoyed. It would just not be good. ” Dean
untangled himself from Sam and sauntered over to his bag to fish for the lube.
“Dean, I have no energy for—“
“Did I say you needed energy for this?” Dean smirked. “Just once, Sam, stop thinking, please. I
want this, and I want you. I’m tired of letting you have all the fun.”
What was he… oh! Sam reddened. “You want to. You uh. Really?”
“Really, Really.” Dean smiled. “And I also know you have no idea what you’re doing. It’s time I
taught you.”
“…” Sam gawked at Dean, “Are you saying you’ve done this before you …” he cleared his
throat, “before we started.”
“Hundreds of times” Dean smirked, loving how it was getting a rise out of Sam. “With lots of
young, nubile men with puppy dog eyes that reminded me of a certain someone I couldn’t have
up until now.”
Sam’s head spun, as he tried to process that short sweet bit of information. Dean wanted him.
Dean had wanted him for some time now. Just how long? “Tell me what you want to do.” Sam
said softly.
“I want to fuck you.” Dean glanced over his shoulder as he finally found the lube. “Aha.” He
waggled his eyebrows as though he’d just found a pot of gold.
“Why now?” Sam felt his mouth water with the very idea of Dean taking control.
“Because, you moron, you don’t need sex when your as weak as a kitten and that means I have
a chance to do this.”
It finally dawned on Sam. Dean was doing this now because he knew that he was making love to
Sam. A slow smile tugged at his lips. “Oh…” He whispered. He supposed he would let Dean get
away with not talking this time. The idea that Dean wanted him was making him slightly giddy. “I
haven’t uh…”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sammy, I am well aware of that. I finally found some information on our
buddy. It is feeding off of negative emotion you’ve got burned inside you. Guilt is one of its
biggest draws. This might not pull it out of you but it’s sure as hell going to give it one hell of a
headache and I live for pissing off demons. I’ve been waiting for the chance to turn the tables on
it.”
“So that’s why you held back tonight, you let me go after the monster so I’d get beat up. You
Ass!” Sam glared at his brother. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be ‘made love to’ if his brother
only meant it as an experiment.
“Hey, it was worth a shot, and you could handle it.” Dean said, sticking the tube on the bedside
table. “I really do want you, Sam. Will you stop analyzing everything, already? You’re making me
nauseous.”
Sam was too exhausted to stay mad; he just threw Dean a dirty look.
Dean bounced back onto the bed and drew off his shirt and pants. He stood so Sam could look
him over. His body was a map of bruises and marks detailing every battle and every time Sam
had used him. Sam drank in the spectacle of Dean’s nude form, god he was gorgeous. “Well?”
Dean spread his arms out in a questioning stance.
“Alright” Sam whispered. “You know I’m yours, Dean.”
Dean knelt back on the bed, staring down at Sam, “Mine, huh?” He tore the sheet away and
waited patiently while Sam removed his jeans and slipped his long legs on either side of his
brother.
Was he dreaming this? Sam wondered as he stared up at Dean. He trembled as Dean rested
his fingers on Sam’s bent knees and slid them all the way down the inside of his thighs then
back up again and down again.
“Relaxing would be good.” Dean winked and leant down, bracing himself on his hands to kiss
Sam again. This time, he did not linger on the other man’s lips. He mapped a trail licks all down
Sam’s neck, eliciting an eager sound and gently kissed a few new bruises.
Sam felt Dean’s shaft press against his. In all the time’s he’d taken Dean, he’d never actually felt
it before. Touching had not been allowed. “Can I?” The younger Winchester made the tentative
request.
Dean’s response was an amused sniff. “Touch me any way you like, Sammy.” He wasn’t going to
hold back now.
Long enthusiastic fingers found what they wanted and circled their shafts, holding them together
to just to –feel- the friction. Sam whined as Dean gave a soft growl. “Why don’t you slick me
up?” He asked as he nipped Sam’s ear.
Sam flushed at the way Dean spoke. He nodded and complied nervously, though is fingers
trembled.
“Let me love you, Sammy.” Dean crooned, “Let it go. Lift your legs up, over my shoulders.”
“S’not very comfortable” Sam complained.
“It’s easier this way, the first time. We can get more comfy later.” Dean assured him.
The first time, Sam’s heart fluttered again. Did that mean there would be more? He gazed up at
Dean with round adoring eyes. He’d never loved him more than this moment. Inside him,
something changed; there was a stirring of hope.
“Dean, I-“ He was about to speak until all his senses cried out in surprise. Dean had somehow
managed to distract him long enough to insert a finger into his passage. When had he prepared
it with th--? Sam’s head fell back into the pillow as Dean smirked down at his writhing lover. “Oh
god!” Sam cried out.
Dean stretched and whisked his finger around until he was sure Sam could handle a second. He
was so tight, Dean was sure that it wouldn’t take much for him to come once he finally got his
cock in. “This is what it should be like.” He murmured as he gazed down at the body that
quivered beneath him. Fucking demon is going to hate this. Dean grinned inwardly, but Sam is
going to love it. He sought the nerve he knew would send his brother over the edge and … yes.
There it was.
Sam’s breath came out in a rushed gasp; his eyes opened wide and his entire body came alive.
Dean laughed, watching Sam’s face and stroked it again and again until he was sure that there
was no coherent thought running through the younger man’s brain. “Gonna fuck you now” He
promised and drew out his fingers.
Sam gave a moan of complaint. The moan was soon replaced by another curse and Dean’s
name followed closely by it, as one complete motion had him filled to the hilt.
Slowly, Dean began to move, taking care to control every motion. This was the only way to do
things, slow and easy. He wanted Sam to know that it wasn’t just about sex. He wasn’t so good at
talking about it, but it wasn’t. After a while, Sam got used to the pressure and he let his brother’s
legs down. Instantly, they wrapped around his waist and Sam pulled himself up to ride Dean.
They kissed and Sam wished the moment could last forever, it was the first time he ever felt
complete.
He was tangled with Dean in the sheets, pressed against him as they both lay there in silence.
He listened to Dean’s heart beating, and sighed heavily. Tonight had been so sweet and
perfect; he wanted to cling to it with everything he had. Dean had loved him, taken him, and
made him feel wonderful. This is what he wanted; this was –everything- he wanted.
But you know you aren’t good enough for Dean, you don’t deserve his love. You’re pathetic and
weak. You deserve your pain. If you stay with him, you’ll end up killing him. Just like you killed
Jessica, only this time, it will be with your own hands.
He knew it was true. He couldn’t bear the thought of simply taking Dean again, using him. Now
that he knew what sex with a man is supposed to be like it should have made him happy, but it
only made him know without a shadow of a doubt what he needed to do.
He had to get as far away from Dean as possible.
*
Dean stirred; happiness was a drug clouding his very befuddled brain. He didn’t want to get up,
but something was nagging at him. When he finally opened his eyes he realized he was alone in
the bed. It took him a moment to also figure out that Sam was not in the room, and neither were
Sam’s clothes. There was a note propped up. With a sigh he picked it up and opened it.
Dean.
I can’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t come after me.
I love you.
Sam,
To say that Dean was angry was an understatement. Of all the stupid, bubble-headed, fucked
up things to do his brother had to pick the one thing that would make everything –worse-. He
groped for his cell-phone and dialed Sam’s number. The answering machine picked up. Well, it
was better than nothing.
“Sam, this is Dean.” He said as he started to get dressed. “Where ever you are, Where ever you
go, I’m going to find you. I’m going to find you, and beat the shit out of you, you selfish little ass.
The world is not all about you. So fuck, Jessica died. Mom Died. I’m over it, you should be too. It’
s not your fault. What we do is kill the fuckers that killed them. I’m going to find you Sammy. If I
have to turn over every rock on this earth, I’m going to find you.” With that he hung up the
phone and vowed he’d hunt his brother down.
Chapter Seven
Through the storm we
reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
-U2
Dean slogged down his coffee. The dull music was more than he could stand but for some
reason Dad liked it. John Winchester sat across from his eldest son looking less than pleased.
Kansas had been Dean’s last resort. He’d been scouring the newspapers and internet trying to
find any sign of Sam, no luck, his brother had fallen off the face of the earth. He hadn’t given up,
though, Every free moment was either spent drinking or scouring articles. Dad had called him
two days ago to come back to Lawrence, there was something to discuss and he’d done his best
to sober up and be available in record time. Being back in the home town always agitated Dean,
especially when it came to being around Missouri. She saw right through him. He hadn’t even
been to see her yet. John Winchester had found him at the bar.
The first words out of John’s mouth were. “You’ve got a hangover.” The disproving sound
caused Dean to prickle. No ‘hello son, good to see you’. That fatherly love response was saved
only for Sam. Dean would forever receive the cold side of his father in spite of the years of his
life he’d given the man.
“Yes, sir.” Dean muttered. He pushed the newspaper to one side. “I was in Florida tracking a
shifter and you called me here. Ok, I’m here, what couldn’t be said over the phone?”
John fished something out of his pocket that made Dean’s blood run cold. Sam’s PDA. John put
it down on the table and stared at Dean. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Where’d you find that?” Dean’s voice cracked slightly in his haste to reach for Sam’s phone.
John took Dean’s bear away and set it on a table behind them. “Is there something you want to
tell me?”
Dean sullenly looked down at the table.
John sighed, “Dean. Maybe this will refresh your memory.” He flicked on the cell phone. “Sam’s
voicemail, he doesn’t delete anything, you know. The last ten new ones were from you. You’ve
been calling him but he hasn’t called you. What happened, Dean?”
Dean paled. “Did you”
John flipped on the phone to start playing the most recent messages.
Sammy. I’m in Tampa. I know you’re not listening to these, but I’ve been thinking about you a
lot. I love you Sammy, come back to me.
Sam. Pick up the phone. Please. I’m not going to hurt you, I swear. I didn’t mean… Ok I was
mad. I’m going crazy not knowing if you’re ok. Sammy, please.
Sam, I swear to god. Pick up the phone. No? Ok, I’ve got a special packet of rock salt just for
you.
“Shall I continue playing it? Or are you going to tell me what happened?”
Dean cleared his throat. “With all due respect, sir, most of it is private.”
“Give me the short version, Dean, if you can manage that.” John said with a frustrated snort.
“Coffee, Black” He told the waitress when she came over. “Two.”
So Dean explained, editing out certain uncomfortable details and John listened all the while
staring hard at his son. What John received was a much clipped version of the story; there was
no way he was going to tell his father what –really- happened. For a long time, John simply
stared at him in silence, sipping his coffee.
“How did you control the demon until Sam left?” John inquired.
“We uh” Dean swallowed. “Found a way to ah…keep it dormant.”
If looks could kill, he was sure he’d be burnt to a crisp by now.
Missouri’s voice came from behind him and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “John Winchester.
You had best not be holding Dean responsible. He did everything he could to help Sam, didn’t
you dear?”
Dean –flushed-. He glanced back at her, knowing instantly that she knew.
John frowned again, and realization dawned. “You.Did.Not…”
“I had no other choice, Dad.” Dean mumbled.
“I need some hard liquor in this coffee.”
“John Winchester, its 10 Am in the morning. I will not sit and watch you get drunk while your son
is suffering.” Missouri scooted into the booth next Dean and patted his hand. “Don’t worry child,
we will locate your brother, baby give me that phone.” She tells John.
Dean avoided her eyes. He felt like he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Oh, Sam
was going to get it when he finally got his hands on him.
Missouri murmured to herself while she turned the phone over and over in her hands.
Dean snuck a glance at his smoldering father. If the man was any more furious he’d pop a blood
vessel. “I’m sorry, sir.” He tried.
“The worst part Dean is that you’re not.” His father said between clenched teeth.
“He’s in such pain.” Missouri tsked. “Poor Sam. He’s fighting that thing with everything he has.
He left because he didn’t want to hurt Dean anymore.” She hummed softly.
“What … What is it?” Dean demanded. “Can you see where he is?”
Missouri rolled her eyes at Dean, “It doesn’t work that way, honey. I am only feeling reflections of
him. I see him, hm, an amusement park.” She closed her eyes. “Children playing, he’s sad. Oh
dear”
“What do you mean, Oh dear?”
“He’s trying to shut me out, he knows someone’s watching. It is an amusement park by the sea.
There’s an old railway…” Then she sighed, “He’s cut me off.”
“Old railway” John considered Missouri. “Santa Carla. Sam’s in Santa Cruz. It’s the easiest place
in the world to get lost in the crowd of freaks.”
Dean shot to his feet, but Missouri shoved him back down.
“Now you both listen to me.” She said. “You will not run off half-cocked and you will not go
together. I think it’s best John if you let Dean handle this. And I don’t think Sam should know you
met with your father Dean.” She placed both the cell phone and the wallet in Dean’s hands. “He
wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
John simply glared. “I can’t trust him with Sam.” He said shortly.
“John, Dean is the only person in the world who can get through to Sam. You have to.”
John reached over and grabbed Dean by both sides of his jacket. “You bring Sam back to us.”
He tells Dean. “I don’t care what you have to do, because this is your fault. You bring him back
or so help me….” He warned.
“Stop it!” Missouri snapped at the two. “You go on ahead Dean and let me talk to your father. He’
ll take care of your bills here.”
My fault. Dean sighed. “I’ll bring him back.” He said grimly.
*
He drove all night, stopping only to get coffee and fill up the tank. He would find Sam. He would
find him and he would wring his neck for putting them both through this. Worse now, Dad knew.
He didn’t know everything, but he knew enough to be extremely displeased. Dean hated
disappointing his father; it was the worse possible situation he could imagine. He wanted Sam,
but couldn’t have him.
He also berated himself for not having that conversation. Sam was so frigging skittish all the
time. He should have known better, he should have –thought-. Hell, he’d been so wound up he’d
forgotten to ask Dad where the phone was found.
Dean swerved the impala barely avoiding a collision. He could smell the sea air and took a deep
breath. When he got to the coast near the amusement park, he got up to take a walk and clear
his head. The prospect of being close to Sam again was sending strange currents through his
body. He didn’t know what to expect, he just knew it wasn’t going to be fun. He wondered if his
sanity could take telling Sam what he really needed to say. He wondered if he could be
anything but angry when seeing his brother again. Time to dial the motels in the area, he sighed
as he walked back to the car and began the painstaking task until he narrowed it down to a few
places.
The first one was a bust, no dice. The second one, however, made his heart race. The Motel
owner gave Dean a funny look when he mentioned Sam. “Ok, but tell him that there’s going to
be an extra charge for the damage.”
“Damage?” Dean raised an eyebrow as the Motel owner gave him an extra key since he was
Sam’s brother.
“Just tell him to be careful next time he has someone over.”
Dean’s brows furrowed as he went to the room to check it out. Yep, Sam’s scent and things were
all over it. He wasn’t sure what damage the man was referring to, everything seemed intact.
Dean wandered over to Sam’s bag and pulled out one of his shirts to inhale his scent. He held it
close to his heart, “Sammy.” He sat down on a nearby chair and flipped on the news to keep him
awake until Sam returned, if he returned, the shotgun resting over his legs.
Missouri had provided him with a small crystal which she wanted him to get Sam to wear. She
said it had special powers and would help him focus and deal with his pain.
Dean wished he had something similar. Without Sam, his life wasn’t worth it.
Dean had only closed his eyes for a minute when he was startled awake to the bang of the door.
Sam! His skin immediately became alive when he saw his brother backing into the room…a
gorgeous redhead sucking his tongue. Apparently neither had noticed him. Sam fumbled to
close the door and was desperately kissing the girl as she was wrapped around his waist. Dean
hoped this was a nightmare, his body twitched, fingers clenching on the gun. He let this charade
go on for a few more minutes, watching the girl slobber over Sam, watching Sam ignore his
presence completely. He smelled something odd about them, Sulpher? When the girl unzipped
Sam’s pants and was about to stick her hand to his cock, Dean had had enough.
“..Ahem…” He cleared his throat loudly, and was ignored. He contemplating shooting to get their
attention but instead he said sharply. “Sam.”
Sam nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Dean’s voice. He whipped around, detangling
himself from the girl, going instantly into defense mode. “How the hell did you—“
“I had help.” Dean rested the gun over his shoulder as he stood up. The girl hid behind Sam.
“Who’s this, Sammy?” she asked in a soft throaty tone.
Dean scowled, how dare she be so familiar wit Sam?
“Uh-huh.” Sam adjusted his pants. “This is Dean. He’s my brother, and he’s not happy with me
right now, sweetheart. Why don’t you go back to the club, I’ll meet you back there. Hm?”
“The hell you will.” Dean grunted. “Say your good-bye’s Sam. You’re comin’ with me.”
The rage in Dean’s expression made Sam’s skin stand on end. “Sandi, you’d better head out. I
can deal with him.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone with him.” Sandi protested. “Sammy, What about tonight?”
“I’ll take a rain check, look baby. I’ll call you ok?” Sam ushered the girl out the door quickly and
turned to face Dean.
“Dean.” He said shakily, finally looking his brother in the eye.
“Dad wants me to bring you to him.” Dean said stonily. “Get your shit, and get in the car.” Never
mind the fact that he hadn’t slept in 36 hours. “Oh, here” He tossed the crystal at Sam. “Put that
on.”
“What is it?”
“Missouri said it will help you fight the demon. Do it.” Dean cocked the gun and pointed it at
Sam. Sam stared at Dean, the anger frightened him. He slipped on the crystal and cried out
when there was a scream inside his head.
Dean kept the gun trained on him as Sam’s eyes went black and he held his head in agony. A
few tense moments later and he was breathing heavily, the crystal pulsing a little blue glow. “You
could have warned me, you jerk.” Sam muttered, looking up at Dean as he gasped for breath.
“You deserved it.” He shouldered the gun, and said shortly. “Get your stuff.”
“Dean…” Sam stepped toward holding out a hand, but instead he received a gun in the face.
“Don’t touch me, your hands are dirty.” Dean said scathingly.
Sam lowered his eyes and buttoned his shirt back up. He tucked it into his jeans and stared
balefully at Dean. “You don’t need the gun.”
“The hell I don’t.”
Sam packed, tossing things into his duffle bag quickly enough. He was acutely aware of his
brother’s tense form. “I’m sorry Dean.”
“It’s too late for sorry.” Dean snarled. He kept his gun on Sam the entire time they headed to the
car. “In.”
Dean pulled out the cuffs and cuffed Sam’s wrists. A rope kept him firmly in place. “You’re not
going anywhere, little brother.” He told him with a smirk. “And there isn’t going to be any way for
you to pull any shit with me.”
“I’m not going to make trouble.” Sam said softly.
Only Dean would be able to drive with a gun between his legs. He turned the music up and
slammed on the gas. It was time to make time.
Sam’s heart was heavy in his chest. He knew he screwed up big time. Dean just didn’t
understand. No one did, really. Leaving was the hardest thing he’d ever done. The girl had
been a random woman he’d met at the park. She’d become addicted to him pretty quickly. It’s
probably likely today would have been the last time with her had Dean not shown up. Sam
sighed. It had been getting harder and harder to resist the temptation to kill. So far, he’d
managed it but he was relieved to see Dean. Then suddenly something Dean said made him
freeze. “Dad?” Oh god, the blood drained from his face and Sam squeaked. “Dad knows?”
Dean glanced at Sam from the corner of his eye, “Yea, but don’t worry golden boy. I’m the bad
guy. You’re just the chicken shit who ran out.”
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