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phantismaFandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 5 (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Sam/Dean, John, Ronon, Elizabeth, Teyla, Lorne, Carson
Word Count: 5507 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 (it's all about the sex)
Summary: Dean works on convincing Sam that he's okay with the way things are working out. Sam and Dean get their first introduction to the Wraith. John finds out.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. Yeah. Here. *points*
“I have bad news and I have more bad news.” Rodney said as John led the rest into the conference room.
When they were all seated, Ronon to John’s left, Sam and Dean to his right, John motioned for him to continue. “According to the Sagare, punishment is for life. The collars are not designed to be removed.”
“The Sagare view this as a more humane form of criminal rehabilitation. It doesn’t fail, and each hafine is given the opportunity to do something they are good at and the chance to be happy.” Teyla added, though her eyes were shooting daggers at John.
“So, that’s the bad news?” Elizabeth said. “What’s the other bad news?”
This time Rodney fidgeted, playing with his laptop. “I can’t find any way of taking them off either.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ve brought back all the information I could find. I’ll keep digging. But you should know this technology was developed by an offshoot of the ancients, a devoted group of scientists who, by all accounts, went so far beyond their peers that they were ascending centuries before the others figured it out.”
“There is more.” Teyla said and all eyes shifted to her. “In my discussions with the Emir I have discovered that the Sagare have not had to deal with the Wraith in many years. Hundreds in fact. It is because they have bred away the “impurities” which draw them.”
“Impurities?” Elizabeth leaned forward, squinting at Teyla.
“Apparently, they believe that there are things which make a person more appealing to the Wraith.” Rodney offered, rolling his hands in a gesture that generally indicated he wasn’t sure if he believed them.
“The Sagare claim that they have managed to make themselves…less appealing.” Teyla said, turning her eyes on Sam. “That is why they were very happy for us to take Sam, why they were so certain he would die soon. He, apparently, has these impurities.”
“Okay. Hold on. Just one second.” Dean said, raising his hand. Every eye in the place turned to him and he blushed. “Yes, I have my voice back. Yes, I’m fine. Explain something to me. Wraith?”
Beside him John sighed. “Enemies of ours. They feed off of human beings. Suck the life out of them.”
“Vampires?” Dean asked, turning now to John. His head was suddenly filled with images of sucking that had nothing to do with vampires and he closed his eyes. John reddened a little and shook his head.
“Not exactly, but close. I’ll give you two the details later.”
“So…Sam has this…whatever that makes him a tasty snack?”
“Dean, calm down.” Sam’s hand was on his back and Dean felt electricity shoot through him from the spot.
“I wonder if that has anything to do with what Carson found in his blood work.” Elizabeth said.
“There’s probably a protein marker or two, if I read the Sagare’s research right.” Rodney said. “The computer’s having some difficulty with the translation. I should be able to clear it up once I plug the data into the Ancient database.”
“Okay, Rodney, keep digging. Get with Carson and compare notes.”
Rodney and Teyla left the room and John fidgeted, standing and pacing over to the glass wall. “So, Dean.” Elizabeth turned to him and Sam and Dean blushed. “I’m glad you’re speaking.”
“Me too. That whole not talking thing was getting old fast.” Sam’s hand was under the table, on his knee. “So, I should thank you.” Dean said, glancing at Sam, then up at Elizabeth. “Your team saved us from…who knows what…and you’ve been nothing but kind since we got here.”
She smiled, though Dean read it as a little sad. “I hope that you’re comfortable with the situation as it stands. Rodney’s our best and brightest…but it sounds like it might take time.”
“No offense, Doctor Weir, but it sounds like we’re stuck right where we are.” Dean said, standing now to pace a little. “Not that I’m complaining. I mean, this place is incredible and back home…we didn’t have much going for us, you know?” He stopped near the window overlooking the command center, hands on his hips. “Miss my car though.”
“Dean?” Sam was coming toward him, his face confused, his eyes dark. “What are you saying?”
Dean lifted a hand to his cheek, and for a moment it was just the two of them in the whole world, then John cleared his throat and Dean dropped his hand. “All of that to say, thank you for your hospitality.” Dean said, inclining his head toward Elizabeth.
“Least we can do, right John?” Elizabeth stood.
John nodded. “Right. Least we can do.”
“You know, in all the chaos of the last few days, we didn’t get your last names.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow as she looked at them. Dean stiffened, turning to glance at Sam briefly. It was hard to believe it had only been a few days.
“I’m Dean Win—Winston. This is Sam Marks.”
Ronon snorted and Dean looked at him funny. They were old standbys. Names they’d used enough to be comfortable with. Names that wouldn’t turn up with dead bodies attached to them, or a rap sheet for petty crimes, or anything else unsavory.
Elizabeth nodded and looked to John. “Have we determined if the talking means that you can get more than ten yards away without him passing out?”
John shrugged and came to stand beside Dean. “We haven’t tried if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Let’s try. I need you back on active duty.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’m not comfortable with this.” Dean said as he stood beside Sam while John walked away.
“Noted.” John said over his shoulder, though he kept walking. Dean watched until he disappeared around the corner, then looked at Sam who had the radio John had given them.
“Anything?”
Sam held up the radio. “He looks fine.”
“I’m right here.” Dean said, glaring at his brother.
“Sit tight. I’m headed to Rodney’s lab. Holler if anything happens.”
“I’m not just going to sit here in the hallway and wait.” Dean said, swiping his hand over the door lock and stalking into the room they shared with Sheppard. Sam followed, watching as Dean collapsed onto one of the beds with a sigh.
“You didn’t faint. That’s good right?” Sam asked, dropping the radio on the table by the bed, and falling in next to Dean.
“I suppose.”
It was quiet, then Dean could feel Sam reaching for him. “Did you mean…I mean, you said we didn’t have much to go back to…and I wasn’t sure…”
Dean made a face and shook his head. “What did we have, Sam? Dad’s gone. Mom’s been gone. There’s a price on my head, and a demon after yours. And even if we manage…somehow…to take the fucker down…what then? What? We spend the rest of our lives chasing evil?” He sighed and looked at Sam. “Maybe I’m tired of that. Maybe I’m tired of all of it.”
He could sense Sam’s brain working, but it was just the same way he could tell Sam’s different bitch faces apart, nothing unusual. “If I get this right…I get what John’s thinking, feeling…and you get what I’m feeling…and John gets both?”
“I think so.” Sam leaned up on his elbow.
Dean closed his eyes, remembering what it was like in the moment when he just let go…when he’d let Sam’s touch take him past his fear.
“And you…want this…” Dean reached for Sam, drawing him in and kissing him lightly.
“Yes.” Sam’s voice was just above a whisper as their lips parted.
Dean nodded, pulling Sam down to rest with his head on Dean’s shoulder. “Then this is what you get.”
“Dean?”
“Just…go with it, okay, Sammy? Don’t make a big thing.”
“No chick-flick moments?”
“Damn straight.”
“Okay.”
It was quiet again…and Dean exhaled slowly, turning on his side and swallowing. “So, I was thinking…time to turn the tables on that fucker.”
Sam scowled at him. “What?”
“Let’s see how he likes it when his head gets filled with…this.” Dean’s mouth captured Sam’s and his hand went straight to Sam’s groin. Sam groaned into Dean’s mouth as he worked that hand into Sam’s pants, holding his cock while his tongue slipped inside Sam’s mouth.
“Dean…” Sam’s legs fell open beneath him, wanton and wanting. Dean pulled up to try to get him undressed, but Sam pulled him back, chasing after his mouth greedily. “Slow. Want to go slow.”
Dean nodded, closing his eyes and pressing his body along Sam’s while their tongues danced around one another. Sam’s hands slid along Dean’s sides and up to his face. His cock pressed up against Dean’s thigh, hard and looking for more than the casual slide of bodies. “Pants.” Dean said, pulling on the waistband of Sam’s pants. Sam nodded, lifting his ass so Dean could pull them down. Sam kicked until they fell to the floor, then pulled Dean back to him, rolling them while he kissed over Dean’s chin and jaw until Dean was on his back.
Sam’s hands fumbled with his belt, eventually managing to get it loose and start on the zipper. Dean chuckled. “I thought you wanted slow.”
Sam got the zipper down and grinned. “Want this.” He reached a hand inside and stroked it over Dean’s cock until Dean gasped and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah…clothes…we need less clothes.”
Sam’s cock was bobbing in place as he sat up to pull at his shirt and Dean tried to wiggle out of his pants. Dean managed to drop his shoes and pants and reach for Sam, his mouth closing over Sam’s, even as he turned them and pressed Sam back against the mattress. “Easy.” Dean murmured as Sam’s hands closed around his cock, pulling frantically. “Easy Sam.”
“Dean…” Sam’s face was filled with desire, mixed with an urgency. Dean nodded, stretching to reach for the lube on the nightstand.
“It’s okay Sammy, I’m here.” Dean was kneeling now between Sam’s spread legs, running one hand reverently over his body, over muscle and bone he knew as well as his own…but had never really seen like this. Sam’s feet pressed flat to the mattress, his stomach muscles tightened and he lifted his ass, inviting Dean to do more than look.
“Please, Dean? Please?”
“Shh…” Dean squirted lube onto his fingers and held his breath as he brought them down, under Sam’s cock, pressing them slowly inside. He watched Sam’s face, his eyes closing, his mouth falling open. “Easy.” Dean whispered, turning his eyes to where his fingers disappeared into Sam. Fuck if that wasn’t a hundred kinds of hot, especially combined with the mewling noises Sam was making.
Dean scissored his fingers, working Sam open, then, almost by accident, brushed his prostate. Sam’s body went rigid, his thighs straining. Dean grinned. “Like that Sammy?” He worked in a third finger, moving around and seeking out that hot button again.
“Fuck.” Sam’s whole body bucked and Dean’s grin just grew. He strummed over it again and again until Sam yelled and his cock went from dribbling to spewing. Dean gasped as Sam’s ass clenched around his hand.
Slowly, Sam eased back down, panting, his skin glowing with sweat, his stomach painted white. Dean pulled his hand free and leaned over his brother, licking at sweat over one nipple as he positioned his cock to take the place of his hand. He sucked Sam’s nipple into his mouth, pinching it between his lips, rolling it with his tongue. Sam’s head tossed against the bed, his hands grabbing Dean’s shoulders and squeezing.
Dean sank into him, into the hot core of him, his eyes closing as it wrapped around him, the after shocks of Sam’s orgasm clamping down on him before he could begin to move. “Open your eyes Sam.” Dean said softly as he pulled slowly out, then moved back in. Sam’s eyes rolled, opened, and slowly focused on Dean’s face.
“Dean…god…”
Dean nodded, sweat starting to drip from his nose and chin, “Right here Sam. You want this, I want to see you.”
Sam licked his lips, and moved his hips to match Dean’s thrust. His fingers slid up Dean’s neck, into his sweat-damp hair, pulled Dean down to kiss, biting at his lips before plunging his tongue into Dean’s mouth. “Want this Dean…want you.” Sam whispered. “Always you.”
Dean’s rhythm was slow, steady. Sam’s body moved in time with his, like they were one unit. He angled himself to go deeper, the tip of his cock banging Sam’s prostate all over again. Sam yelled, arching up into him and Dean could feel his cock gamely trying to recover, pinched between them and sliding on sweat and come. “You got more in you baby brother?” Dean whispered in his ear, hitting the sweat spot again.
“Dean…fuck…too much…” Sam’s hands fell to the bed, fisting in the blanket and all but tearing it off. Dean took that as a sign to go harder, and did, speeding up and thrusting harder into Sam.
“Dean…please…god…fuck…Dean…” Sam’s didn’t stop, his mouth running with obscenities and mewling whines and Dean couldn’t hold back anymore, finishing with three brutal thrusts and pulsing deep inside Sam before collapsing against him. Sam’s cock, trapped between them came once more, hot and sticky on Dean’s stomach before he rolled away, panting.
“So I take it no one fainted.”
They both looked up to where John stood just inside the door, grinning at them. Sam tried to say something, but shook his head, rolling to his side. Dean got up and reached for his pants. “No thanks to you.”
John kept grinning as he came closer, hands out to his side. “Had to try it sometime. It’s good, right?”
Sam finally managed to sit, his own grin a little lopsided. “It was good for me.”
Dean threw his pants at Sam. John dropped onto a chair. “So there I was, talking to Rodney about the technology and the Sagare and all of a sudden, I could barely stand up right. My head was filled with the two of you, and my body was coming along and when Rodney realized—“
Dean stopped him with a hand raised. “He what?”
John gestured at his groin. “Kinda hard to hide.”
Dean smiled. “Okay, that I get.”
“Suffice it to say, I understand what you’ve been dealing with.”
“If that’s your way of apologizing, I accept.”
“I’m just glad to see the two of you getting…comfortable.”
“Well, I’m not comfortable.” Sam said, getting up finally. “I’m sticky. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”
Dean watched him go, then looked back at John. “So…you okay?”
John nodded. “Yeah.”
Dean raised an eyebrow as he caught a wave of lust from John. “I could…you know…”
John shook his head. “I’m a big boy, Dean. I don’t need to get off every time the thought crosses my mind.”
“I’m just saying…since it seems to be…forget it.”
He went and got his pants and put them on. He felt a little out of sorts now. At least with the whole fainting issue off the table he could maybe do something other than follow John around.
“You’re sure about this?” Sam asked John for maybe the fourth time. He was more uneasy than Dean seemed to be over the whole thing.
“It’s a pretty standard mission. I’ll only be gone a few hours.”
“You’ve never really explained what it is you do.” Dean said, watching John check the pockets of his vest.
John sort of shrugged. “We…explore.”
“Explore?”
John nodded. “We go through the gate, meet people, make allies, trade for food.”
“Buy slaves.” Dean added with the raise of an eyebrow.
“Well, not usually.” John said with a smile. “Only on the off chance that we run across lost boys from home.” He put his vest on and sighed. “It’s going to be fine. You guys relax. I’ll be back before you know it.”
They looked up as Ronon and Teyla joined them and Rodney came bounding down the stairs. “Okay, we’re ready.”
Carson and Elizabeth came to a stop beside Sam and Dean. “Now, don’t leave the area around the gate until we’re sure.” Carson said.
“I know, Doc.” John smiled. “How far is it to the village?” he asked Teyla.
“A half day’s walk.”
“You sure we can’t take a jumper?” Rodney asked.
“A little exercise won’t hurt.” John said.
“It isn’t the walk to the village.” Rodney countered, “It’s the crazy running back to the gate later.”
John rolled his eyes and nodded to the tech who dialed the gate. Sam watched it woosh to life with a certain anticipation. The whole thing was still really insane. He’d been handling it as long as he didn’t really have to face the whole other galaxy thing. Concentrating on Dean had let him ignore the rest. But watching John and his team approaching the gate he was forced to face the notion of interplanetary travel and aliens and the fact that they’d probably never see their home again. He slipped his hand into Dean’s.
Dean squeezed it lightly, though his eyes never left the ring and its watery surface. One by one the team disappeared into the gate. When they were all gone, everyone just stood still, their eyes all slipping to Dean.
“We’re through Elizabeth. Everything okay on your end?”
Dr. Weir’s eyes met Dean’s and he shrugged. “I feel fine.”
She exhaled and nodded. “We seem to be good on our end.”
“Roger that. We’ll wait a half hour, then head to the village.”
“Good luck Colonel.”
The gate closed, and for a long moment, everyone kept staring at Dean, until he sighed and pulled his hand free of Sam’s. “Stop staring. I’m fine.”
Sam watched him take a few steps, then look at him as if expecting him to follow. Sam licked his lips and went to Dean’s side, raising a hand to touch his back. He felt the nausea first, then a wave of dizziness. “Dean?”
“Sam…I…” Dean grabbed for his shoulder just as his knees gave out. Sam eased him to the ground, cushioning his head.
Dean’s face was flushed, a cold sweat covering his forehead. He swallowed hard. “Sam.” His voice was barely a whisper, and Sam looked up quickly.
Carson was falling to his knees beside Dean. “Dial the gate. Get Colonel Sheppard back here.”
“Do it.” Elizabeth echoed.
Sam watched Dean’s eyes roll back and his body convulse. The gate came to life. “Colonel Sheppard.”
There was no response. “Colonel Sheppard, come in.” Elizabeth turned to Carson, who shook his head lightly.
“What?” Sam asked, holding Dean’s hand. He wasn’t feeling very well himself. A little sick to his stomach. A little dizzy. “Doc?” The room was spinning. He heard the doctor call his name, but couldn’t make words come out. He fell forward into a swirling darkness that seemed to swallow him up.
“How long?” John asked as Rodney glanced at his watch.
“Ten minutes.”
The gate came to life suddenly and they turned to it expectantly. When nothing happened, John reached for his radio. “Atlantis, this is Sheppard.”
Nothing but static crackled back. “Maybe it isn’t Atlantis.” Ronon offered.
“Maybe we should get out of the way.” Rodney said. “If it isn’t Elizabeth it could be Wraith.”
“Okay, back up to the tree line.” John said. They moved in tandem for the cover of the trees, watching the gate. Nothing happened. They just about made cover when the gate shut off. “Well, that was weird.”
“Maybe it was a wrong number.” Rodney offered.
“Maybe.” Something told John it wasn’t just a wrong number though. Something was wrong. “You said these people had only rudimentary technology, right?” he asked, turning to Teyla.
“Yes, most of their technology is used for crop storage and increased yield.”
“So nothing like blocking radio signals, or something.”
“I do not believe so.”
John stared back at the gate. “Okay, let’s get this mission done. I want to get back to Atlantis.”
“Oh, can’t stand being away from your little slaves?” Rodney asked.
John growled at him. “I’m worried about them, that’s all. They’re alone.”
“Hardly. They have all of Atlantis.”
“We need to get them to Colonel Sheppard.” Carson said urgently. “They’re bodies are slowly shutting down.”
“I can’t just send them through the gate not knowing what happened to Colonel Sheppard and his team.” Elizabeth said.
Radek cleared his throat. “I have the MALP ready.”
Carson shook his head. “We don’t have much time.”
“Major Lorne, is your team ready?”
Lorne nodded. “Yes Ma’am.”
“Radek, send the MALP through. Lorne be ready to move just as soon as we’re sure it’s clear.”
Carson zipped up his vest, shifting uncomfortably beside the stretchers holding Sam and Dean. The gate wooshed and the MALP lurched forward. Everyone in the room held their breath and waited. Radek looked up. “There’s no one there. The picture looks like everything is normal.”
Elizabeth nodded to Lorne who moved toward the gate. “Let’s go.” He let his team go first, followed by the stretchers, with Carson bringing up the rear.
“Bring them home, Major.”
“Will do, ma’am.”
John didn’t like how this was playing out. “There’s no one here.” Ronon said.
“And they haven’t been here in a while.” Rodney said, coming back from his exploration of a building.
“Colonel Sheppard!” Teyla called and he set off at a jog to find her squatting beside a body. A Wraith body.
“Okay, I guess we know what happened.” He felt a wave of nausea and dizziness sweep over him. He staggered toward the wall. “Dean.”
“Are you okay?”
He shook his head. Dean was nearby…and in trouble. “Back to the gate.”
“Colonel Sheppard?” Teyla jogged alongside him.
He shook his head. “Something isn’t good. We need to get back to the gate.”
“Elizabeth would have radioed if there was something wrong.”
“I’m thinking that there’s something on this side preventing her.”
“The radio worked fine when we came through.”
John nodded, gathering Rodney and Ronon as they jogged past. “I know. But we haven’t heard a thing since.”
Suddenly Teyla’s hand shot out and pulled him down. They rolled into the brush, Ronon and Rodney going to ground nearby. Teyla held up her hand and looked around them slowly. “Wraith,” she whispered, pointing in two directions.
“Great.”
His radio crackled to life, Lorne’s voice pouring out of it. “Colonel Sheppard, come in.”
John winced and grabbed the radio. “Major, radio silence. Immediately. And take cover.”
There was no response, so he assumed Lorne got the message. He squatted beside Teyla and watched around them. Dean was starting to come around. He could feel it. John breathed a little easier, then Teyla hissed beside him and he followed her eyes to the trio of Wraith coming their way.
Dean’s head was pounding and he was moving, despite the fact that he was laying down. He opened his eyes, then wished he hadn’t. The leaves and trees moving past him made him dizzy. “Sam.”
“Take it easy lad.” The doctor. He recognized the voice. “Sam is near.”
They stopped and Dean felt himself lowered to the ground. He looked up. They were…well, he couldn’t tell. The doctor knelt beside him, checking his pulse. Sam was on a stretcher next to him, just starting to come around. Dean reached for him. “I fainted again.” Dean said, his voice dripping with disgust.
“Fan out, eyes open. Colonel Sheppard didn’t say what we’re up against.” Major Lorne came to squat next to them. “Welcome back boys.”
“Where are we?” Dean asked, sitting up.
“P3X-443.”
“Where?”
“According to Teyla, the natives of the planet call it Parcorte,” the doctor offered.
Dean just shook his head. More with the whole planets thing. Sam moaned and sat up holding his head. He looked pale and shaky. Dean imagined he did too. “Now what?”
“Major.” Lorne looked up at one of his men. “We’ve got movement.” Lorne got up and joined him.
“Wraith.” He turned back to Sam and Dean. “You two know how to handle a gun?” When they both nodded, he held out his hand to the man next to him and took his sidearm, then pulled his own. “Stay behind us. Don’t shoot unless you have no choice. Then empty your clip and run like hell.” He handed the guns to Dean who passed one to Sam. Dean noticed even the doctor had one.
“These things have a weak spot?” Dean asked as he checked the load.
“Not really. Just keep plugging them until they stop getting up.” Lorne said before he moved off to check with his men.
“You okay?” Dean asked Sam who was still looking a little green.
He shook his head a little, then nodded. “Will be. John’s…not too far away. I have the feeling that the closer he gets the better we’ll feel.”
There were the sounds of distant gunfire, then John’s voice on the radio. “Lorne, do you have a clear line to the gate?”
“Negative, sir. There are four…no, five Wraith between us and the gate.”
“Shit. We got five on our tails too. Make that four. We’re coming in hot.”
“Roger that sir.” Lorne directed his men to new positions, half of them monitoring the Wraith in sight, half of them watching the approaching path.
Dean got up on one knee, looking over the nearest soldier to get a look at what they were up against. Green skin, big monsters with girly white hair. “I’ve seen worse,” he said aside to Sam.
“I doubt that, son.” Carson said. Just then gunfire sounded to their rear and the Wraith started moving their way. Dean shifted his grip on his gun and got to his feet. As they drew closer the men around them started firing.
The nearest Wraith went down and Dean turned his attention to the next, raising his gun and tracking it. The man in front of him went down, dropping his P-90 at Dean’s feet. He didn’t hesitate, scooping it up and checking it quickly.
Dean!” Sam’s voice was urgent, and Dean looked up just as a large hand reached out for him. He shot at it, putting a bullet through what looked like a giant sucker, then turned the P-90 into it firing while it staggered backward. It went down and Dean reached behind him for Sam.
“Doc, get those two to the gate and dial it up.” Lorne yelled. More of the men were down. Three that Dean could see.
“You heard him lads, off you go.”
“We can fight!” Dean insisted.
“Go!” Lorne yelled before turning his gun on an advancing Wraith.
Dean felt an overwhelming sense of John demanding the same thing and couldn’t fight that, stumbling away with Sam beside him, even as the Wraith he’d just dropped started to get back up. “What the fuck!”
Sam was ahead of him, Carson behind him. There was gunfire and whatever those weapons the Wraith had being shot all over the place, then Lorne was coming their way, John and Ronon covering him and Teyla and Rodney as they all moved toward the gate. Ronon stopped to help up one of their men. Carson was dialing the gate and Sam…Dean turned around. “Sam?”
His heart stopped. The fucker had Sam. He raised his gun. Moved toward them. “Let him go.”
Sam looked woozy. His face marked with pain. The Wraith tossed his head defiantly. “Come no closer. I will kill him.”
Dean cracked his neck and stepped closer. “I bet I kill you first.”
It moved its hand from Sam’s chest. Blood oozed through the torn shirt. “Your little weapon is no match for me…not after tasting this.” It pulled Sam’s head back against its stomach. “I have not tasted anything so strong in centuries.”
“Dean.” Sam’s eyes lifted to his. He was hurting and scared. Dean didn’t like the way it made his stomach clench. John was coming, Dean could feel him, but it wasn’t fast enough.
“Let go of him.” That hand moved back over the wound in Sam’s chest. “I said, let go of my brother, mother fucker.” Dean shot, hitting it in the throat and it stumbled backward, Sam slumping forward. Dean advanced quickly, shooting over and over, following it as it fell over backward, emptying the clip into its face until there was nothing left in the gun and nothing left of the thing’s face.
He turned around, and Carson was cradling Sam in his lap. “He didn’t take much. He should be fine, but we need to get him back to Atlantis.”
John was staring at Dean, his face unreadable. Dean didn’t need to read his face though, the fury and guilt and stomach-wrenching was coming through loud and clear. Obviously he’d been close enough to hear. Dean shook his head, held up his hands. “Dial the gate.” John said roughly. He got to his feet and stalked toward Dean, but Teyla’s voice stopped him.
“We need to go now. There are more.” John grabbed Dean’s shoulder and shoved him toward the gate while Ronan supported Sam and Lorne and Carson helped two of the wounded.
Dean was disoriented coming out the other side, stumbling a little, but John held him up. Elizabeth was coming at them. “What happened?”
“Wraith ambush.” John said. “I’ll fill you in as soon as I’m sure Sam’s okay. You.” He poked at Dean. “Come with me.” They stalked toward the infirmary, watching as Carson worked on Sam. “In here.” John shoved Dean into the small conference room.
“Look.” Dean started…but what could he say?
“You said brother.” John said, articulating each word. “You said ‘Let go of my brother’.”
Dean licked his lips. It was pretty clear that he needed to get this under control before John blew a gasket. “Stop. It’s…it’s not what you’re thinking.”
John stopped his pacing. “It’s not? You’re telling me that Sam isn’t your brother?” John rubbed his hands over his face and went back to pacing. “Of course he’s your brother. I should have seen it. You didn’t want him touching you. You didn’t want to touch him. No…I just forced you to.”
Dean sighed, hands on his hips, watching him pace, feeling the anguish that roiled around inside him. “No.” Dean said, but John didn’t hear him. “No,” he said a little more forcefully. “Stop and listen to me.”
John stopped. He looked at Dean, his disgust clear on his face. “Look. Sam and I…we…we’re not…like other people. I—god, I don’t even know how to explain it. Just…If it were, if you had forced us against our will, do you think either one of us would be talking?”
John just glared at him. Dean wiped his mouth. “It probably would have come to this eventually anyway. The way we were going we would have killed each other or fucked each other before the year was out.”
Dean paced to the door, watching Sam. “I fought it because I’m the oldest. I’m supposed to protect him, and I’ve protected him my whole life, even from me. But god help me, John, I love him so much.” Dean shook his head and turned to face John.
John’s face softened a little and he came toward Dean. “I’ll do anything for him. Anything.” Dean waited for him to speak, and he looked like he was going to, his mouth opening and closing several times. “Say something.” Dean held his breath.
“I’d be lying if I said I was completely okay with this.” John said finally.
Dean nodded. “I get that.”
“This is seriously fucked up.”
Dean nodded again. “I get that too.”
“We need to have a long conversation.” John said, looking over Dean’s shoulder. He blew out and shook his head. “Go be with Sam. I need to let Elizabeth know what happened.”
Dean watched him walk away, then went to Sam’s bedside. “How is he Doc?”
Carson sighed. “Well, for someone who just got fed on by a Wraith, he’s doing okay. We’re going to keep him here for now though, keep an eye on him.”
Dean nodded and pulled a rolling stool to him to sit on. His eyes were on Sam’s, watching him go from worry to panic to relaxing as he read the look on his face. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said aside to Carson who smiled.
“I didn’t expect you were.” Carson patted Sam’s shoulder and walked away.
“You okay?” Dean asked when he was out of earshot.
Sam nodded, though he still looked worried. “Dean…”
“It’s okay.”
“John didn’t look okay. He didn’t feel okay.”
Dean squinted at him. “You felt that?”
Sam nodded. “He was upset. He’s freaked out. He’s all messed up about it.”
“It’s okay, Sam. I’m going to make it okay.”
“How Dean?”
Dean shook his head and raised his brother’s hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. “I don’t know. But I will.”
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 5 (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Sam/Dean, John, Ronon, Elizabeth, Teyla, Lorne, Carson
Word Count: 5507 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 (it's all about the sex)
Summary: Dean works on convincing Sam that he's okay with the way things are working out. Sam and Dean get their first introduction to the Wraith. John finds out.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by
denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. Yeah. Here. *points*“I have bad news and I have more bad news.” Rodney said as John led the rest into the conference room.
When they were all seated, Ronon to John’s left, Sam and Dean to his right, John motioned for him to continue. “According to the Sagare, punishment is for life. The collars are not designed to be removed.”
“The Sagare view this as a more humane form of criminal rehabilitation. It doesn’t fail, and each hafine is given the opportunity to do something they are good at and the chance to be happy.” Teyla added, though her eyes were shooting daggers at John.
“So, that’s the bad news?” Elizabeth said. “What’s the other bad news?”
This time Rodney fidgeted, playing with his laptop. “I can’t find any way of taking them off either.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ve brought back all the information I could find. I’ll keep digging. But you should know this technology was developed by an offshoot of the ancients, a devoted group of scientists who, by all accounts, went so far beyond their peers that they were ascending centuries before the others figured it out.”
“There is more.” Teyla said and all eyes shifted to her. “In my discussions with the Emir I have discovered that the Sagare have not had to deal with the Wraith in many years. Hundreds in fact. It is because they have bred away the “impurities” which draw them.”
“Impurities?” Elizabeth leaned forward, squinting at Teyla.
“Apparently, they believe that there are things which make a person more appealing to the Wraith.” Rodney offered, rolling his hands in a gesture that generally indicated he wasn’t sure if he believed them.
“The Sagare claim that they have managed to make themselves…less appealing.” Teyla said, turning her eyes on Sam. “That is why they were very happy for us to take Sam, why they were so certain he would die soon. He, apparently, has these impurities.”
“Okay. Hold on. Just one second.” Dean said, raising his hand. Every eye in the place turned to him and he blushed. “Yes, I have my voice back. Yes, I’m fine. Explain something to me. Wraith?”
Beside him John sighed. “Enemies of ours. They feed off of human beings. Suck the life out of them.”
“Vampires?” Dean asked, turning now to John. His head was suddenly filled with images of sucking that had nothing to do with vampires and he closed his eyes. John reddened a little and shook his head.
“Not exactly, but close. I’ll give you two the details later.”
“So…Sam has this…whatever that makes him a tasty snack?”
“Dean, calm down.” Sam’s hand was on his back and Dean felt electricity shoot through him from the spot.
“I wonder if that has anything to do with what Carson found in his blood work.” Elizabeth said.
“There’s probably a protein marker or two, if I read the Sagare’s research right.” Rodney said. “The computer’s having some difficulty with the translation. I should be able to clear it up once I plug the data into the Ancient database.”
“Okay, Rodney, keep digging. Get with Carson and compare notes.”
Rodney and Teyla left the room and John fidgeted, standing and pacing over to the glass wall. “So, Dean.” Elizabeth turned to him and Sam and Dean blushed. “I’m glad you’re speaking.”
“Me too. That whole not talking thing was getting old fast.” Sam’s hand was under the table, on his knee. “So, I should thank you.” Dean said, glancing at Sam, then up at Elizabeth. “Your team saved us from…who knows what…and you’ve been nothing but kind since we got here.”
She smiled, though Dean read it as a little sad. “I hope that you’re comfortable with the situation as it stands. Rodney’s our best and brightest…but it sounds like it might take time.”
“No offense, Doctor Weir, but it sounds like we’re stuck right where we are.” Dean said, standing now to pace a little. “Not that I’m complaining. I mean, this place is incredible and back home…we didn’t have much going for us, you know?” He stopped near the window overlooking the command center, hands on his hips. “Miss my car though.”
“Dean?” Sam was coming toward him, his face confused, his eyes dark. “What are you saying?”
Dean lifted a hand to his cheek, and for a moment it was just the two of them in the whole world, then John cleared his throat and Dean dropped his hand. “All of that to say, thank you for your hospitality.” Dean said, inclining his head toward Elizabeth.
“Least we can do, right John?” Elizabeth stood.
John nodded. “Right. Least we can do.”
“You know, in all the chaos of the last few days, we didn’t get your last names.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow as she looked at them. Dean stiffened, turning to glance at Sam briefly. It was hard to believe it had only been a few days.
“I’m Dean Win—Winston. This is Sam Marks.”
Ronon snorted and Dean looked at him funny. They were old standbys. Names they’d used enough to be comfortable with. Names that wouldn’t turn up with dead bodies attached to them, or a rap sheet for petty crimes, or anything else unsavory.
Elizabeth nodded and looked to John. “Have we determined if the talking means that you can get more than ten yards away without him passing out?”
John shrugged and came to stand beside Dean. “We haven’t tried if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Let’s try. I need you back on active duty.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’m not comfortable with this.” Dean said as he stood beside Sam while John walked away.
“Noted.” John said over his shoulder, though he kept walking. Dean watched until he disappeared around the corner, then looked at Sam who had the radio John had given them.
“Anything?”
Sam held up the radio. “He looks fine.”
“I’m right here.” Dean said, glaring at his brother.
“Sit tight. I’m headed to Rodney’s lab. Holler if anything happens.”
“I’m not just going to sit here in the hallway and wait.” Dean said, swiping his hand over the door lock and stalking into the room they shared with Sheppard. Sam followed, watching as Dean collapsed onto one of the beds with a sigh.
“You didn’t faint. That’s good right?” Sam asked, dropping the radio on the table by the bed, and falling in next to Dean.
“I suppose.”
It was quiet, then Dean could feel Sam reaching for him. “Did you mean…I mean, you said we didn’t have much to go back to…and I wasn’t sure…”
Dean made a face and shook his head. “What did we have, Sam? Dad’s gone. Mom’s been gone. There’s a price on my head, and a demon after yours. And even if we manage…somehow…to take the fucker down…what then? What? We spend the rest of our lives chasing evil?” He sighed and looked at Sam. “Maybe I’m tired of that. Maybe I’m tired of all of it.”
He could sense Sam’s brain working, but it was just the same way he could tell Sam’s different bitch faces apart, nothing unusual. “If I get this right…I get what John’s thinking, feeling…and you get what I’m feeling…and John gets both?”
“I think so.” Sam leaned up on his elbow.
Dean closed his eyes, remembering what it was like in the moment when he just let go…when he’d let Sam’s touch take him past his fear.
“And you…want this…” Dean reached for Sam, drawing him in and kissing him lightly.
“Yes.” Sam’s voice was just above a whisper as their lips parted.
Dean nodded, pulling Sam down to rest with his head on Dean’s shoulder. “Then this is what you get.”
“Dean?”
“Just…go with it, okay, Sammy? Don’t make a big thing.”
“No chick-flick moments?”
“Damn straight.”
“Okay.”
It was quiet again…and Dean exhaled slowly, turning on his side and swallowing. “So, I was thinking…time to turn the tables on that fucker.”
Sam scowled at him. “What?”
“Let’s see how he likes it when his head gets filled with…this.” Dean’s mouth captured Sam’s and his hand went straight to Sam’s groin. Sam groaned into Dean’s mouth as he worked that hand into Sam’s pants, holding his cock while his tongue slipped inside Sam’s mouth.
“Dean…” Sam’s legs fell open beneath him, wanton and wanting. Dean pulled up to try to get him undressed, but Sam pulled him back, chasing after his mouth greedily. “Slow. Want to go slow.”
Dean nodded, closing his eyes and pressing his body along Sam’s while their tongues danced around one another. Sam’s hands slid along Dean’s sides and up to his face. His cock pressed up against Dean’s thigh, hard and looking for more than the casual slide of bodies. “Pants.” Dean said, pulling on the waistband of Sam’s pants. Sam nodded, lifting his ass so Dean could pull them down. Sam kicked until they fell to the floor, then pulled Dean back to him, rolling them while he kissed over Dean’s chin and jaw until Dean was on his back.
Sam’s hands fumbled with his belt, eventually managing to get it loose and start on the zipper. Dean chuckled. “I thought you wanted slow.”
Sam got the zipper down and grinned. “Want this.” He reached a hand inside and stroked it over Dean’s cock until Dean gasped and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah…clothes…we need less clothes.”
Sam’s cock was bobbing in place as he sat up to pull at his shirt and Dean tried to wiggle out of his pants. Dean managed to drop his shoes and pants and reach for Sam, his mouth closing over Sam’s, even as he turned them and pressed Sam back against the mattress. “Easy.” Dean murmured as Sam’s hands closed around his cock, pulling frantically. “Easy Sam.”
“Dean…” Sam’s face was filled with desire, mixed with an urgency. Dean nodded, stretching to reach for the lube on the nightstand.
“It’s okay Sammy, I’m here.” Dean was kneeling now between Sam’s spread legs, running one hand reverently over his body, over muscle and bone he knew as well as his own…but had never really seen like this. Sam’s feet pressed flat to the mattress, his stomach muscles tightened and he lifted his ass, inviting Dean to do more than look.
“Please, Dean? Please?”
“Shh…” Dean squirted lube onto his fingers and held his breath as he brought them down, under Sam’s cock, pressing them slowly inside. He watched Sam’s face, his eyes closing, his mouth falling open. “Easy.” Dean whispered, turning his eyes to where his fingers disappeared into Sam. Fuck if that wasn’t a hundred kinds of hot, especially combined with the mewling noises Sam was making.
Dean scissored his fingers, working Sam open, then, almost by accident, brushed his prostate. Sam’s body went rigid, his thighs straining. Dean grinned. “Like that Sammy?” He worked in a third finger, moving around and seeking out that hot button again.
“Fuck.” Sam’s whole body bucked and Dean’s grin just grew. He strummed over it again and again until Sam yelled and his cock went from dribbling to spewing. Dean gasped as Sam’s ass clenched around his hand.
Slowly, Sam eased back down, panting, his skin glowing with sweat, his stomach painted white. Dean pulled his hand free and leaned over his brother, licking at sweat over one nipple as he positioned his cock to take the place of his hand. He sucked Sam’s nipple into his mouth, pinching it between his lips, rolling it with his tongue. Sam’s head tossed against the bed, his hands grabbing Dean’s shoulders and squeezing.
Dean sank into him, into the hot core of him, his eyes closing as it wrapped around him, the after shocks of Sam’s orgasm clamping down on him before he could begin to move. “Open your eyes Sam.” Dean said softly as he pulled slowly out, then moved back in. Sam’s eyes rolled, opened, and slowly focused on Dean’s face.
“Dean…god…”
Dean nodded, sweat starting to drip from his nose and chin, “Right here Sam. You want this, I want to see you.”
Sam licked his lips, and moved his hips to match Dean’s thrust. His fingers slid up Dean’s neck, into his sweat-damp hair, pulled Dean down to kiss, biting at his lips before plunging his tongue into Dean’s mouth. “Want this Dean…want you.” Sam whispered. “Always you.”
Dean’s rhythm was slow, steady. Sam’s body moved in time with his, like they were one unit. He angled himself to go deeper, the tip of his cock banging Sam’s prostate all over again. Sam yelled, arching up into him and Dean could feel his cock gamely trying to recover, pinched between them and sliding on sweat and come. “You got more in you baby brother?” Dean whispered in his ear, hitting the sweat spot again.
“Dean…fuck…too much…” Sam’s hands fell to the bed, fisting in the blanket and all but tearing it off. Dean took that as a sign to go harder, and did, speeding up and thrusting harder into Sam.
“Dean…please…god…fuck…Dean…” Sam’s didn’t stop, his mouth running with obscenities and mewling whines and Dean couldn’t hold back anymore, finishing with three brutal thrusts and pulsing deep inside Sam before collapsing against him. Sam’s cock, trapped between them came once more, hot and sticky on Dean’s stomach before he rolled away, panting.
“So I take it no one fainted.”
They both looked up to where John stood just inside the door, grinning at them. Sam tried to say something, but shook his head, rolling to his side. Dean got up and reached for his pants. “No thanks to you.”
John kept grinning as he came closer, hands out to his side. “Had to try it sometime. It’s good, right?”
Sam finally managed to sit, his own grin a little lopsided. “It was good for me.”
Dean threw his pants at Sam. John dropped onto a chair. “So there I was, talking to Rodney about the technology and the Sagare and all of a sudden, I could barely stand up right. My head was filled with the two of you, and my body was coming along and when Rodney realized—“
Dean stopped him with a hand raised. “He what?”
John gestured at his groin. “Kinda hard to hide.”
Dean smiled. “Okay, that I get.”
“Suffice it to say, I understand what you’ve been dealing with.”
“If that’s your way of apologizing, I accept.”
“I’m just glad to see the two of you getting…comfortable.”
“Well, I’m not comfortable.” Sam said, getting up finally. “I’m sticky. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”
Dean watched him go, then looked back at John. “So…you okay?”
John nodded. “Yeah.”
Dean raised an eyebrow as he caught a wave of lust from John. “I could…you know…”
John shook his head. “I’m a big boy, Dean. I don’t need to get off every time the thought crosses my mind.”
“I’m just saying…since it seems to be…forget it.”
He went and got his pants and put them on. He felt a little out of sorts now. At least with the whole fainting issue off the table he could maybe do something other than follow John around.
“You’re sure about this?” Sam asked John for maybe the fourth time. He was more uneasy than Dean seemed to be over the whole thing.
“It’s a pretty standard mission. I’ll only be gone a few hours.”
“You’ve never really explained what it is you do.” Dean said, watching John check the pockets of his vest.
John sort of shrugged. “We…explore.”
“Explore?”
John nodded. “We go through the gate, meet people, make allies, trade for food.”
“Buy slaves.” Dean added with the raise of an eyebrow.
“Well, not usually.” John said with a smile. “Only on the off chance that we run across lost boys from home.” He put his vest on and sighed. “It’s going to be fine. You guys relax. I’ll be back before you know it.”
They looked up as Ronon and Teyla joined them and Rodney came bounding down the stairs. “Okay, we’re ready.”
Carson and Elizabeth came to a stop beside Sam and Dean. “Now, don’t leave the area around the gate until we’re sure.” Carson said.
“I know, Doc.” John smiled. “How far is it to the village?” he asked Teyla.
“A half day’s walk.”
“You sure we can’t take a jumper?” Rodney asked.
“A little exercise won’t hurt.” John said.
“It isn’t the walk to the village.” Rodney countered, “It’s the crazy running back to the gate later.”
John rolled his eyes and nodded to the tech who dialed the gate. Sam watched it woosh to life with a certain anticipation. The whole thing was still really insane. He’d been handling it as long as he didn’t really have to face the whole other galaxy thing. Concentrating on Dean had let him ignore the rest. But watching John and his team approaching the gate he was forced to face the notion of interplanetary travel and aliens and the fact that they’d probably never see their home again. He slipped his hand into Dean’s.
Dean squeezed it lightly, though his eyes never left the ring and its watery surface. One by one the team disappeared into the gate. When they were all gone, everyone just stood still, their eyes all slipping to Dean.
“We’re through Elizabeth. Everything okay on your end?”
Dr. Weir’s eyes met Dean’s and he shrugged. “I feel fine.”
She exhaled and nodded. “We seem to be good on our end.”
“Roger that. We’ll wait a half hour, then head to the village.”
“Good luck Colonel.”
The gate closed, and for a long moment, everyone kept staring at Dean, until he sighed and pulled his hand free of Sam’s. “Stop staring. I’m fine.”
Sam watched him take a few steps, then look at him as if expecting him to follow. Sam licked his lips and went to Dean’s side, raising a hand to touch his back. He felt the nausea first, then a wave of dizziness. “Dean?”
“Sam…I…” Dean grabbed for his shoulder just as his knees gave out. Sam eased him to the ground, cushioning his head.
Dean’s face was flushed, a cold sweat covering his forehead. He swallowed hard. “Sam.” His voice was barely a whisper, and Sam looked up quickly.
Carson was falling to his knees beside Dean. “Dial the gate. Get Colonel Sheppard back here.”
“Do it.” Elizabeth echoed.
Sam watched Dean’s eyes roll back and his body convulse. The gate came to life. “Colonel Sheppard.”
There was no response. “Colonel Sheppard, come in.” Elizabeth turned to Carson, who shook his head lightly.
“What?” Sam asked, holding Dean’s hand. He wasn’t feeling very well himself. A little sick to his stomach. A little dizzy. “Doc?” The room was spinning. He heard the doctor call his name, but couldn’t make words come out. He fell forward into a swirling darkness that seemed to swallow him up.
“How long?” John asked as Rodney glanced at his watch.
“Ten minutes.”
The gate came to life suddenly and they turned to it expectantly. When nothing happened, John reached for his radio. “Atlantis, this is Sheppard.”
Nothing but static crackled back. “Maybe it isn’t Atlantis.” Ronon offered.
“Maybe we should get out of the way.” Rodney said. “If it isn’t Elizabeth it could be Wraith.”
“Okay, back up to the tree line.” John said. They moved in tandem for the cover of the trees, watching the gate. Nothing happened. They just about made cover when the gate shut off. “Well, that was weird.”
“Maybe it was a wrong number.” Rodney offered.
“Maybe.” Something told John it wasn’t just a wrong number though. Something was wrong. “You said these people had only rudimentary technology, right?” he asked, turning to Teyla.
“Yes, most of their technology is used for crop storage and increased yield.”
“So nothing like blocking radio signals, or something.”
“I do not believe so.”
John stared back at the gate. “Okay, let’s get this mission done. I want to get back to Atlantis.”
“Oh, can’t stand being away from your little slaves?” Rodney asked.
John growled at him. “I’m worried about them, that’s all. They’re alone.”
“Hardly. They have all of Atlantis.”
“We need to get them to Colonel Sheppard.” Carson said urgently. “They’re bodies are slowly shutting down.”
“I can’t just send them through the gate not knowing what happened to Colonel Sheppard and his team.” Elizabeth said.
Radek cleared his throat. “I have the MALP ready.”
Carson shook his head. “We don’t have much time.”
“Major Lorne, is your team ready?”
Lorne nodded. “Yes Ma’am.”
“Radek, send the MALP through. Lorne be ready to move just as soon as we’re sure it’s clear.”
Carson zipped up his vest, shifting uncomfortably beside the stretchers holding Sam and Dean. The gate wooshed and the MALP lurched forward. Everyone in the room held their breath and waited. Radek looked up. “There’s no one there. The picture looks like everything is normal.”
Elizabeth nodded to Lorne who moved toward the gate. “Let’s go.” He let his team go first, followed by the stretchers, with Carson bringing up the rear.
“Bring them home, Major.”
“Will do, ma’am.”
John didn’t like how this was playing out. “There’s no one here.” Ronon said.
“And they haven’t been here in a while.” Rodney said, coming back from his exploration of a building.
“Colonel Sheppard!” Teyla called and he set off at a jog to find her squatting beside a body. A Wraith body.
“Okay, I guess we know what happened.” He felt a wave of nausea and dizziness sweep over him. He staggered toward the wall. “Dean.”
“Are you okay?”
He shook his head. Dean was nearby…and in trouble. “Back to the gate.”
“Colonel Sheppard?” Teyla jogged alongside him.
He shook his head. “Something isn’t good. We need to get back to the gate.”
“Elizabeth would have radioed if there was something wrong.”
“I’m thinking that there’s something on this side preventing her.”
“The radio worked fine when we came through.”
John nodded, gathering Rodney and Ronon as they jogged past. “I know. But we haven’t heard a thing since.”
Suddenly Teyla’s hand shot out and pulled him down. They rolled into the brush, Ronon and Rodney going to ground nearby. Teyla held up her hand and looked around them slowly. “Wraith,” she whispered, pointing in two directions.
“Great.”
His radio crackled to life, Lorne’s voice pouring out of it. “Colonel Sheppard, come in.”
John winced and grabbed the radio. “Major, radio silence. Immediately. And take cover.”
There was no response, so he assumed Lorne got the message. He squatted beside Teyla and watched around them. Dean was starting to come around. He could feel it. John breathed a little easier, then Teyla hissed beside him and he followed her eyes to the trio of Wraith coming their way.
Dean’s head was pounding and he was moving, despite the fact that he was laying down. He opened his eyes, then wished he hadn’t. The leaves and trees moving past him made him dizzy. “Sam.”
“Take it easy lad.” The doctor. He recognized the voice. “Sam is near.”
They stopped and Dean felt himself lowered to the ground. He looked up. They were…well, he couldn’t tell. The doctor knelt beside him, checking his pulse. Sam was on a stretcher next to him, just starting to come around. Dean reached for him. “I fainted again.” Dean said, his voice dripping with disgust.
“Fan out, eyes open. Colonel Sheppard didn’t say what we’re up against.” Major Lorne came to squat next to them. “Welcome back boys.”
“Where are we?” Dean asked, sitting up.
“P3X-443.”
“Where?”
“According to Teyla, the natives of the planet call it Parcorte,” the doctor offered.
Dean just shook his head. More with the whole planets thing. Sam moaned and sat up holding his head. He looked pale and shaky. Dean imagined he did too. “Now what?”
“Major.” Lorne looked up at one of his men. “We’ve got movement.” Lorne got up and joined him.
“Wraith.” He turned back to Sam and Dean. “You two know how to handle a gun?” When they both nodded, he held out his hand to the man next to him and took his sidearm, then pulled his own. “Stay behind us. Don’t shoot unless you have no choice. Then empty your clip and run like hell.” He handed the guns to Dean who passed one to Sam. Dean noticed even the doctor had one.
“These things have a weak spot?” Dean asked as he checked the load.
“Not really. Just keep plugging them until they stop getting up.” Lorne said before he moved off to check with his men.
“You okay?” Dean asked Sam who was still looking a little green.
He shook his head a little, then nodded. “Will be. John’s…not too far away. I have the feeling that the closer he gets the better we’ll feel.”
There were the sounds of distant gunfire, then John’s voice on the radio. “Lorne, do you have a clear line to the gate?”
“Negative, sir. There are four…no, five Wraith between us and the gate.”
“Shit. We got five on our tails too. Make that four. We’re coming in hot.”
“Roger that sir.” Lorne directed his men to new positions, half of them monitoring the Wraith in sight, half of them watching the approaching path.
Dean got up on one knee, looking over the nearest soldier to get a look at what they were up against. Green skin, big monsters with girly white hair. “I’ve seen worse,” he said aside to Sam.
“I doubt that, son.” Carson said. Just then gunfire sounded to their rear and the Wraith started moving their way. Dean shifted his grip on his gun and got to his feet. As they drew closer the men around them started firing.
The nearest Wraith went down and Dean turned his attention to the next, raising his gun and tracking it. The man in front of him went down, dropping his P-90 at Dean’s feet. He didn’t hesitate, scooping it up and checking it quickly.
Dean!” Sam’s voice was urgent, and Dean looked up just as a large hand reached out for him. He shot at it, putting a bullet through what looked like a giant sucker, then turned the P-90 into it firing while it staggered backward. It went down and Dean reached behind him for Sam.
“Doc, get those two to the gate and dial it up.” Lorne yelled. More of the men were down. Three that Dean could see.
“You heard him lads, off you go.”
“We can fight!” Dean insisted.
“Go!” Lorne yelled before turning his gun on an advancing Wraith.
Dean felt an overwhelming sense of John demanding the same thing and couldn’t fight that, stumbling away with Sam beside him, even as the Wraith he’d just dropped started to get back up. “What the fuck!”
Sam was ahead of him, Carson behind him. There was gunfire and whatever those weapons the Wraith had being shot all over the place, then Lorne was coming their way, John and Ronon covering him and Teyla and Rodney as they all moved toward the gate. Ronon stopped to help up one of their men. Carson was dialing the gate and Sam…Dean turned around. “Sam?”
His heart stopped. The fucker had Sam. He raised his gun. Moved toward them. “Let him go.”
Sam looked woozy. His face marked with pain. The Wraith tossed his head defiantly. “Come no closer. I will kill him.”
Dean cracked his neck and stepped closer. “I bet I kill you first.”
It moved its hand from Sam’s chest. Blood oozed through the torn shirt. “Your little weapon is no match for me…not after tasting this.” It pulled Sam’s head back against its stomach. “I have not tasted anything so strong in centuries.”
“Dean.” Sam’s eyes lifted to his. He was hurting and scared. Dean didn’t like the way it made his stomach clench. John was coming, Dean could feel him, but it wasn’t fast enough.
“Let go of him.” That hand moved back over the wound in Sam’s chest. “I said, let go of my brother, mother fucker.” Dean shot, hitting it in the throat and it stumbled backward, Sam slumping forward. Dean advanced quickly, shooting over and over, following it as it fell over backward, emptying the clip into its face until there was nothing left in the gun and nothing left of the thing’s face.
He turned around, and Carson was cradling Sam in his lap. “He didn’t take much. He should be fine, but we need to get him back to Atlantis.”
John was staring at Dean, his face unreadable. Dean didn’t need to read his face though, the fury and guilt and stomach-wrenching was coming through loud and clear. Obviously he’d been close enough to hear. Dean shook his head, held up his hands. “Dial the gate.” John said roughly. He got to his feet and stalked toward Dean, but Teyla’s voice stopped him.
“We need to go now. There are more.” John grabbed Dean’s shoulder and shoved him toward the gate while Ronan supported Sam and Lorne and Carson helped two of the wounded.
Dean was disoriented coming out the other side, stumbling a little, but John held him up. Elizabeth was coming at them. “What happened?”
“Wraith ambush.” John said. “I’ll fill you in as soon as I’m sure Sam’s okay. You.” He poked at Dean. “Come with me.” They stalked toward the infirmary, watching as Carson worked on Sam. “In here.” John shoved Dean into the small conference room.
“Look.” Dean started…but what could he say?
“You said brother.” John said, articulating each word. “You said ‘Let go of my brother’.”
Dean licked his lips. It was pretty clear that he needed to get this under control before John blew a gasket. “Stop. It’s…it’s not what you’re thinking.”
John stopped his pacing. “It’s not? You’re telling me that Sam isn’t your brother?” John rubbed his hands over his face and went back to pacing. “Of course he’s your brother. I should have seen it. You didn’t want him touching you. You didn’t want to touch him. No…I just forced you to.”
Dean sighed, hands on his hips, watching him pace, feeling the anguish that roiled around inside him. “No.” Dean said, but John didn’t hear him. “No,” he said a little more forcefully. “Stop and listen to me.”
John stopped. He looked at Dean, his disgust clear on his face. “Look. Sam and I…we…we’re not…like other people. I—god, I don’t even know how to explain it. Just…If it were, if you had forced us against our will, do you think either one of us would be talking?”
John just glared at him. Dean wiped his mouth. “It probably would have come to this eventually anyway. The way we were going we would have killed each other or fucked each other before the year was out.”
Dean paced to the door, watching Sam. “I fought it because I’m the oldest. I’m supposed to protect him, and I’ve protected him my whole life, even from me. But god help me, John, I love him so much.” Dean shook his head and turned to face John.
John’s face softened a little and he came toward Dean. “I’ll do anything for him. Anything.” Dean waited for him to speak, and he looked like he was going to, his mouth opening and closing several times. “Say something.” Dean held his breath.
“I’d be lying if I said I was completely okay with this.” John said finally.
Dean nodded. “I get that.”
“This is seriously fucked up.”
Dean nodded again. “I get that too.”
“We need to have a long conversation.” John said, looking over Dean’s shoulder. He blew out and shook his head. “Go be with Sam. I need to let Elizabeth know what happened.”
Dean watched him walk away, then went to Sam’s bedside. “How is he Doc?”
Carson sighed. “Well, for someone who just got fed on by a Wraith, he’s doing okay. We’re going to keep him here for now though, keep an eye on him.”
Dean nodded and pulled a rolling stool to him to sit on. His eyes were on Sam’s, watching him go from worry to panic to relaxing as he read the look on his face. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said aside to Carson who smiled.
“I didn’t expect you were.” Carson patted Sam’s shoulder and walked away.
“You okay?” Dean asked when he was out of earshot.
Sam nodded, though he still looked worried. “Dean…”
“It’s okay.”
“John didn’t look okay. He didn’t feel okay.”
Dean squinted at him. “You felt that?”
Sam nodded. “He was upset. He’s freaked out. He’s all messed up about it.”
“It’s okay, Sam. I’m going to make it okay.”
“How Dean?”
Dean shook his head and raised his brother’s hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. “I don’t know. But I will.”
