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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: Battles, Part Three; A Broken Sequel (all Broken here
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Gabe (OMC)/Caleb, Pastor Jim,
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: (this part) 3062
Summary: Sam and Dean deal the way the always do, with sex and not really talking. Gabe is feeling a little uncertain of himself and Caleb, and Caleb works to reassure him. Sam heads up the mountain to seek out the man Jim thinks can help him.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is the third part to a possibly three to four part arc that I will hopefully get finished before my surgery. This is Broken, so there will be memory of rape and torture, these characters are far from whole, though progress has been made. Brother/Brother incest. Vague mention of some D/s.
Furniture rattled around him, but Sam couldn’t pull himself out of the dream, couldn’t shake free of the yellow eyed demon looking out at him from his father’s eyes.
”Come on Sammy, let me show you how to really use that anger.”
His smile was sickening, leering. Dean’s blood dripped from his lips, from his fingers. ”He’s jealous, you know? Your daddy…he wants you…wants to feel the power you have, wants me to touch you.
His father’s hands grabbed him, pulled him close, touched him…and suddenly Sam was naked and broken, bruised and shivering. “No!” Hands and cocks surrounded him, thrust into him, while the demon laughed with his father’s voice. “NO!”
“Sam.” Dean’s hands were cool on his face, his voice calling Sam out of the dream. His lips were soft, pressing against Sam’s brow. “Sammy, wake up.”
Sam’s eyes opened and for a minute his dream was real, Dean’s hands were those of any one of his abusers and Sam flailed. Glass shattered somewhere nearby and the bed shook.
“Sammy, come back to me.”
“Dean?” Sam panted through the fear, the memories and sat up slowly. “Dean.” His hands caught on Dean’s, held them to his face, cementing himself in reality, in the moment. He licked his lips and nodded. “I’m okay.”
“For the moment.” Dean said. “What about next time?”
Sam kissed the palm of his hands and moved away, getting out of bed, then stopping cold at the sight of glass on the floor under what had been a mirror. Dean wasn’t happy with the idea of Sam going up the mountain alone.
“Maybe there won’t be a next time. Maybe this is the real thing.” Sam said softly.
Dean’s hand grabbed at Sam’s, pulled him back to the bed. “You don’t believe that.”
“I want to.” Sam turned into Dean’s embrace. If this wasn’t it, Sam was doomed. If the Quem Patrocinorus didn’t kill him, the demon might…or Sam might just kill himself.
“Just tell me why.” Dean said, caressing over Sam’s cheek. “You and me, just like always, right? Wasn’t that the moral of Jim’s story?”
Sam smiled and kissed Dean. “I thought you didn’t believe Jim’s story.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying I do. But, that part I get. You and me. Stronger together.”
Sam really didn’t have an argument with that. He knew Dean was right. They were stronger together. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Dean was kissing over his skin, up to his ear. “You and me, Sammy. Just like we were meant to be.”
Sam wanted to tease him for the sentiment, for sounding like a girl, but Dean’s hands were on Sam’s thighs, caressing up his stomach, urging Sam to lay back down. His kiss was urgent, chasing away the thoughts of demons and destinies and the ordeal. His hand slid down to Sam’s cock, warm as it stroked through his boxers.
Sam whimpered a little as flashes of memory invaded the moment. “Right here, Sammy.” Dean whispered. “Look.”
Sam opened his eyes, unsure of when he’d closed them. Dean’s face was hovering above his, his eyes bright. “Right here.”
Sam nodded, his legs falling open as Dean coaxed his cock out of his boxers. “Want to feel you Sam.” Dean said, licking over Sam’s lips until Sam surged up to take his mouth. He reached for his brother’s boxers and together they worked them down until Dean kicked them away. Dean shifted, reaching over Sam for the small bag on the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and slicking up Sam’s cock. “Want to feel you inside me.”
He wanted to warn Dean off, remind him the last time they’d done this they’d both had the nightmares, but his hand felt so good, and Sam knew his ass would feel better, and then Dean was on top of him, slowly sinking down him, his mouth open, his eyes shut.
“Dean. Look.”
Dean’s head snapped forward, his eyes opening and connecting with Sam’s. “Right here, Dean.”
Dean’s hands landed on Sam’s shoulders and he lifted up. They gasped as one as Dean sank back down. Sam could see flashes of memory that Dean pushed away, holding on to Sam, their eyes locked together.
Sam reached for Dean’s cock, earning a grunt as he pulled down its length as Dean pulled up. “Sammy!”
Sam grinned and repeated the motion, making Dean curse and grab at Sam’s wrist. “You and me Dean.” Sam said softly, twisting his hand at the end of his stroke.
“You and me.” Dean repeated, moving a little faster now. Sam pushed his toes into the mattress and fucked up into him, his cock twitching and filling Dean up with come just before Dean’s cock spilled out onto Sam’s stomach.
Sam’s eyes closed as the orgasm started to fade, but opened them quickly when his mind filled with images of Dean like he’d been when Sam first found him. They’d come so far. Dean knew who he was now. He remembered.
He remembered and he still wanted this. Still wanted them. Fucked up as it was, Sam found comfort in that as Dean rolled off the bed and shoved his feet into his boots so he could clean up, himself first, then the glass.
Sam sat up as Dean tossed him a washcloth. “I’m still going,” he said softly.
Dean just nodded and worked at cleaning up the broken mirror. Sam could feel his disappointment, but he could also feel the growing acceptance. Dean would realize it was for the best. Eventually.
“It’s for the best, Gabe.” Caleb said, turning to face Gabe’s pissed off face. “Your father’s uncomfortable like this…and after Jo—“
Gabe’s face went red and he rolled his eyes. “Forget Jo. And for heaven’s sake stop bringing up my father when I’m talking about sex.”
Caleb sighed and scratched at his head. “It’s going to get crowded around here. John and Bobby will be here today, and there’s already enough hunters here to worry about.”
“I’m not sleeping with all of them.” Gabe said, clearly exasperated. “Let them go find somewhere else to stay.” He crossed his arms, then winced and dropped them again. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want to go.” Caleb responded, crossing the room to try again to hold Gabe. “I just think maybe, for now, it’s a good thing.”
Gabe let Caleb put his arms around him and hold him for a moment.
“Are you ashamed of me?” Gabe asked suddenly, his voice small. “Of being with me?”
Caleb pulled back, frowning. “What? Why would you even think that?”
Gabe wouldn’t look at him. “I know how hunters are Caleb.” He hung his head and pulled away when Caleb tried to coax him back into his embrace. “These hunters…after what they saw, after Sam and Dean. And you.”
Caleb wasn’t sure what he meant at first. Gabe took a deep breath and turned away. “You haven’t been the same since the accident.”
“Gabe. I—“ Caleb shook his head, following him across the room. Gabe sat at his computer, turning his back to Caleb. The collar lay on the desk next to the laptop, the catalyst for this slowly disintegrating conversation. “Stop and talk to me.”
Gabe took his hands off the keyboard and fingered the collar. Caleb wasn’t sure where this was coming from until he realized what Gabe meant. He hadn’t worn the collar since the accident that had landed Gabe in the hospital. Caleb reached for the collar, his fingers sliding over the familiar leather. He lifted it slowly while he sank to his knees by Gabe’s chair.
With a soft sigh, he settled the supple leather against his neck, nimble fingers buckling it before he looked up at Gabe. “I am never ashamed of you, Gabe. You are…brilliant and beautiful and desirable. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”
Gabe’s hand ghosted over the collar, than cupped Caleb’s face. There were unshed tears in his blue eyes as he leaned in to brush his lips over Caleb’s.
“If I’ve been distant, it’s only because I didn’t want to hurt you.” Caleb pressed his hand to Gabe’s there against his cheek. “I felt guilty…”
Gabe nodded slowly, understanding starting to fill in the gaps. “I thought…maybe…you had changed your mind.” Gabe’s kiss was soft. “Because I wasn’t…you know…a good enough hunter.”
Caleb felt himself frowning again. He hadn’t realized Gabe was feeling so insecure. He always exuded confidence. Caleb turned his face, pressing lips into Gabe’s palm. “You are a great hunter, Gabe. I’m proud to have you as a partner.” He smiled up at him. “In both senses of the word.”
Gabe’s smile was lopsided and he blinked away the tears. “Yeah?”
Caleb nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go tell your father I’m staying.”
He stood and Gabe followed, reaching for him. Gabe’s hand slid around his neck, pulling him in to kiss, while his fingers worked the buckle on the collar, slipping it off his neck. “We’ll go…but this should maybe stay here.”
Caleb blushed and nodded. He’d forgotten it already. Gabe set the leather on the desk and the headed for the door. As Caleb opened it with one hand, he reached for Gabe’s hand with the other.
Gabe raised an eyebrow. “Told you. Proud.” Caleb lifted their joined hands to kiss Gabe’s fingers. Maybe it would make things harder if they came clean, but it beat hiding from the rumors and letting Gabe think that Caleb was ashamed.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Sam said as Dean sat in the booth opposite him and Jim pulled up a chair.
He turned the computer to Dean. “Tell me you don’t believe Jim now.”
Dean squinted at the screen and the grainy cell phone picture. His throat constricted. “What is that?”
Jim was leaning over him, then sat down heavy. “Fae. On the move.”
Sam was nodding, cradling his coffee to him. “According to Gabe he’s got fifteen sightings in the last month alone. He sent a package of stuff a few days ago. I’d forgotten about it.”
“A package?”
Sam pulled the computer back to him. “A bunch of files and analysis. He’s been tracking activity, trying to give us a location to start from.”
“Start what exactly?” Dean asked. Some days he still felt like he was playing catch up with Sam.
Sam looked up at him. There was something haunted in his eyes.
“War.” Sam said before turning his eyes back to the computer. “Shit, demonic activity is off the charts.”
“I don’t like this.” Dean didn’t like any of it, from Jim’s goddamn story to Sam’s power or the idea of war with demons and fucking fairies. He most certainly didn’t like the idea of Sam going off to meet some damn psychic trainer who was so psycho even Jim’s fucking brotherhood had kicked him out. Most especially Dean didn’t like Sam going alone.
“Stop.” Sam said quietly.
“Get out of my head.” Dean groused, pushing his coffee away.
“Stop thinking so loud.” Sam countered. “I’m going.”
“Then I’m going with you.”
“No, you’re not.” Sam looked up at him, but Dean wasn’t ready to back down.
“How am I supposed to protect you if I’m down here and you’re up there?”
Sam closed the computer and stood. “You’re not. You’re supposed to stay safe and figure out what all of this means.” He handed the computer to Dean. “And keep him safe.” He pointed at Jim. “Quem Patrocinorus knows we’re here. They’ll come looking.”
He kissed Dean’s forehead, then his nose and lastly, his lips, letting his tongue slip out to caress Dean’s mouth. “I’ll be back in two days.”
Dean watched him go, then flicked his gaze to Jim. He looked a little perturbed at the public display of two brothers kissing like lovers, but looked away when he realized Dean was waiting for him to say something. “Sorry.”
Dean sort of chuckled. “You’re sorry? We’re the ones making you uncomfortable.”
“You know I love you boys like you were my family, right?” Jim asked suddenly.
It was Dean’s turn to be uncomfortable. “Yeah, I guess.”
Jim licked his lips. “I was…put off by it. At first. But, after all you’ve been through and with this bond…” He sighed and looked away. “I’m wondering if it wasn’t meant to be.”
Dean frowned at him. He wasn’t sure he believed in destiny any more than he did fairies or angels. “What? Because some of some myth about demons and shit?”
Jim shook his head. “Most pairs don’t make it, Dean. They kill each other, they get put down. The few that live past puberty have a connection, something more than brothers or sisters. I don’t think any of them take it where you two have…but I’m wondering now if that won’t be what gets you both through this.”
Dean wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he chose to turn his attention to the computer, popping it open and pulling up the image Sam had shown him. Tall men with hard faces among trees. “So, Fae?”
Jim nodded, seeming to accept the shift in topic. “Yes. We don’t know much about them anymore. They’ve been in hiding for thousands of years.”
“There’s folklore.” Dean said, squinting at a list of links Gabe had provided. “Some information from hunters who tracked them.”
“Hunters who never returned.” Jim amended. “If the Fae are coming, we can be pretty sure that this is going to be a battle to remember.”
Sam could feel him. There were trees and rocks and animals and him. Solid, strong. Irritated by Sam’s presence.
He stopped in a clearing and waited. Sam tried to center and calm himself the way Missouri had showed him. Tried to block out everything but the very center of his being, the part of him that was wholly and completely his own.
It was an exercise in control, one that seldom worked the way he thought it was supposed to, but was sometimes enough to keep the overwhelming surges of power at bay.
He settled, pushing away thoughts and memories as they surfaced, letting his mind fill with emptiness, a contradiction that had taken him a long time to come to terms with. When the world around him became shades of grey with trails of color and light, he turned his mind to analyzing what he now knew about himself, about Dean and their father and even their mother.
Dean was his solid ground, the one thing he could hold on to when everything else was falling apart. Sam could sense him, even now, miles away. If he thought hard enough, Dean would feel him too. Sam was sure of it.
His father was further away and Sam couldn’t fell him, could only see him as he’d been when they’d dropped him with Bobby…miserable and still healing. The image of John shimmered and when his head lifted, his eyes turned yellow.
Sam started, almost losing control. The rage began filling him, spilling into his gut and making his fingers itch. Sam swallowed and inhaled, pushing it away. The rage led to destruction. He pushed it back behind a wall in his head.
“Impressive.”
Sam felt the wall go up, felt it knock the man off his feet. He opened his eyes and fought to control it, finally succeeding and getting to his feet. “I’m sorry.”
The man was pulling himself up off the ground. He wasn’t what Sam had expected. He was younger than Sam had thought he’d be, maybe thirty-five, with long red hair pulled back in a ponytail and a scruffy red beard over sunburned skin.
Sam reached to help him, but he pulled his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Sorry.” Sam was off kilter. He couldn’t feel the man now, in fact everything felt off…wrong. He grabbed at his head. The lancing pain that stabbed through him knocked him to his knees.
Then, just as suddenly, it was gone and Sam was staring up at the man Jim had sent him to find. “Murphy’s got nerve, I’ll give him that.”
Sam rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he climbed to his feet. “He sent me to find you…said you could help me.”
The man snorted. “That’s rich. Your nose always bleed like that when it hits?”
Sam hadn’t even felt the blood. He wiped at his nose and nodded. “When the pain hits, yeah.”
“Good.” He crossed his arms and looked Sam over. “Boy, you are a mess.”
There was an odd sort of pop and Sam’s senses came rushing back to him. He reeled a little. “Best get you up on out of here before you attract attention.” He turned and started walking away. Sam scrambled to catch up.
“Where are we going?”
He gestured up ahead. “Sacred ground. So I can look you over.”
“Sacred ground isn’t enough.”
He stopped and turned to Sam, his face set and hard. “This ground is. Just follow me, you’ll understand.”
It wasn’t long until Sam did understand. It was subtle at first, but the feeling grew. Like a church or cemetery, but more. And more. As they came up over the rise, Sam felt something he hadn’t since the exorcism. Safe.
“Nothing gets in here without me saying so.”
“I can tell.” Sam licked his lips. “I’m Sam.”
The man held up his hand before Sam could say more. “No offense, but I don’t need to know your life story. You’re here to keep your head from exploding and killing you and maybe others. I get that.” He looked Sam over again. “You can call my Brian. And that’s all you really need to know about me.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t sure he liked this guy.
“Here’s my rules. You hurt me, I’m done. You pry into my head, I’m done. You blow up my shit, you buy me new shit. You tell anyone about me, I’ll kill you and that brother you’re trying to protect.”
“How did you—“
“Murphy sent you here because I’m good. And you are still a mess. You agree to my terms?”
Sam nodded, though he was a lot more uncertain than he’d like.
“Good. Then let’s get started. You don’t have much time before you self-implode.”
Title: Battles, Part Three; A Broken Sequel (all Broken here
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Gabe (OMC)/Caleb, Pastor Jim,
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: (this part) 3062
Summary: Sam and Dean deal the way the always do, with sex and not really talking. Gabe is feeling a little uncertain of himself and Caleb, and Caleb works to reassure him. Sam heads up the mountain to seek out the man Jim thinks can help him.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is the third part to a possibly three to four part arc that I will hopefully get finished before my surgery. This is Broken, so there will be memory of rape and torture, these characters are far from whole, though progress has been made. Brother/Brother incest. Vague mention of some D/s.
Furniture rattled around him, but Sam couldn’t pull himself out of the dream, couldn’t shake free of the yellow eyed demon looking out at him from his father’s eyes.
”Come on Sammy, let me show you how to really use that anger.”
His smile was sickening, leering. Dean’s blood dripped from his lips, from his fingers. ”He’s jealous, you know? Your daddy…he wants you…wants to feel the power you have, wants me to touch you.
His father’s hands grabbed him, pulled him close, touched him…and suddenly Sam was naked and broken, bruised and shivering. “No!” Hands and cocks surrounded him, thrust into him, while the demon laughed with his father’s voice. “NO!”
“Sam.” Dean’s hands were cool on his face, his voice calling Sam out of the dream. His lips were soft, pressing against Sam’s brow. “Sammy, wake up.”
Sam’s eyes opened and for a minute his dream was real, Dean’s hands were those of any one of his abusers and Sam flailed. Glass shattered somewhere nearby and the bed shook.
“Sammy, come back to me.”
“Dean?” Sam panted through the fear, the memories and sat up slowly. “Dean.” His hands caught on Dean’s, held them to his face, cementing himself in reality, in the moment. He licked his lips and nodded. “I’m okay.”
“For the moment.” Dean said. “What about next time?”
Sam kissed the palm of his hands and moved away, getting out of bed, then stopping cold at the sight of glass on the floor under what had been a mirror. Dean wasn’t happy with the idea of Sam going up the mountain alone.
“Maybe there won’t be a next time. Maybe this is the real thing.” Sam said softly.
Dean’s hand grabbed at Sam’s, pulled him back to the bed. “You don’t believe that.”
“I want to.” Sam turned into Dean’s embrace. If this wasn’t it, Sam was doomed. If the Quem Patrocinorus didn’t kill him, the demon might…or Sam might just kill himself.
“Just tell me why.” Dean said, caressing over Sam’s cheek. “You and me, just like always, right? Wasn’t that the moral of Jim’s story?”
Sam smiled and kissed Dean. “I thought you didn’t believe Jim’s story.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying I do. But, that part I get. You and me. Stronger together.”
Sam really didn’t have an argument with that. He knew Dean was right. They were stronger together. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Dean was kissing over his skin, up to his ear. “You and me, Sammy. Just like we were meant to be.”
Sam wanted to tease him for the sentiment, for sounding like a girl, but Dean’s hands were on Sam’s thighs, caressing up his stomach, urging Sam to lay back down. His kiss was urgent, chasing away the thoughts of demons and destinies and the ordeal. His hand slid down to Sam’s cock, warm as it stroked through his boxers.
Sam whimpered a little as flashes of memory invaded the moment. “Right here, Sammy.” Dean whispered. “Look.”
Sam opened his eyes, unsure of when he’d closed them. Dean’s face was hovering above his, his eyes bright. “Right here.”
Sam nodded, his legs falling open as Dean coaxed his cock out of his boxers. “Want to feel you Sam.” Dean said, licking over Sam’s lips until Sam surged up to take his mouth. He reached for his brother’s boxers and together they worked them down until Dean kicked them away. Dean shifted, reaching over Sam for the small bag on the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and slicking up Sam’s cock. “Want to feel you inside me.”
He wanted to warn Dean off, remind him the last time they’d done this they’d both had the nightmares, but his hand felt so good, and Sam knew his ass would feel better, and then Dean was on top of him, slowly sinking down him, his mouth open, his eyes shut.
“Dean. Look.”
Dean’s head snapped forward, his eyes opening and connecting with Sam’s. “Right here, Dean.”
Dean’s hands landed on Sam’s shoulders and he lifted up. They gasped as one as Dean sank back down. Sam could see flashes of memory that Dean pushed away, holding on to Sam, their eyes locked together.
Sam reached for Dean’s cock, earning a grunt as he pulled down its length as Dean pulled up. “Sammy!”
Sam grinned and repeated the motion, making Dean curse and grab at Sam’s wrist. “You and me Dean.” Sam said softly, twisting his hand at the end of his stroke.
“You and me.” Dean repeated, moving a little faster now. Sam pushed his toes into the mattress and fucked up into him, his cock twitching and filling Dean up with come just before Dean’s cock spilled out onto Sam’s stomach.
Sam’s eyes closed as the orgasm started to fade, but opened them quickly when his mind filled with images of Dean like he’d been when Sam first found him. They’d come so far. Dean knew who he was now. He remembered.
He remembered and he still wanted this. Still wanted them. Fucked up as it was, Sam found comfort in that as Dean rolled off the bed and shoved his feet into his boots so he could clean up, himself first, then the glass.
Sam sat up as Dean tossed him a washcloth. “I’m still going,” he said softly.
Dean just nodded and worked at cleaning up the broken mirror. Sam could feel his disappointment, but he could also feel the growing acceptance. Dean would realize it was for the best. Eventually.
“It’s for the best, Gabe.” Caleb said, turning to face Gabe’s pissed off face. “Your father’s uncomfortable like this…and after Jo—“
Gabe’s face went red and he rolled his eyes. “Forget Jo. And for heaven’s sake stop bringing up my father when I’m talking about sex.”
Caleb sighed and scratched at his head. “It’s going to get crowded around here. John and Bobby will be here today, and there’s already enough hunters here to worry about.”
“I’m not sleeping with all of them.” Gabe said, clearly exasperated. “Let them go find somewhere else to stay.” He crossed his arms, then winced and dropped them again. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want to go.” Caleb responded, crossing the room to try again to hold Gabe. “I just think maybe, for now, it’s a good thing.”
Gabe let Caleb put his arms around him and hold him for a moment.
“Are you ashamed of me?” Gabe asked suddenly, his voice small. “Of being with me?”
Caleb pulled back, frowning. “What? Why would you even think that?”
Gabe wouldn’t look at him. “I know how hunters are Caleb.” He hung his head and pulled away when Caleb tried to coax him back into his embrace. “These hunters…after what they saw, after Sam and Dean. And you.”
Caleb wasn’t sure what he meant at first. Gabe took a deep breath and turned away. “You haven’t been the same since the accident.”
“Gabe. I—“ Caleb shook his head, following him across the room. Gabe sat at his computer, turning his back to Caleb. The collar lay on the desk next to the laptop, the catalyst for this slowly disintegrating conversation. “Stop and talk to me.”
Gabe took his hands off the keyboard and fingered the collar. Caleb wasn’t sure where this was coming from until he realized what Gabe meant. He hadn’t worn the collar since the accident that had landed Gabe in the hospital. Caleb reached for the collar, his fingers sliding over the familiar leather. He lifted it slowly while he sank to his knees by Gabe’s chair.
With a soft sigh, he settled the supple leather against his neck, nimble fingers buckling it before he looked up at Gabe. “I am never ashamed of you, Gabe. You are…brilliant and beautiful and desirable. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”
Gabe’s hand ghosted over the collar, than cupped Caleb’s face. There were unshed tears in his blue eyes as he leaned in to brush his lips over Caleb’s.
“If I’ve been distant, it’s only because I didn’t want to hurt you.” Caleb pressed his hand to Gabe’s there against his cheek. “I felt guilty…”
Gabe nodded slowly, understanding starting to fill in the gaps. “I thought…maybe…you had changed your mind.” Gabe’s kiss was soft. “Because I wasn’t…you know…a good enough hunter.”
Caleb felt himself frowning again. He hadn’t realized Gabe was feeling so insecure. He always exuded confidence. Caleb turned his face, pressing lips into Gabe’s palm. “You are a great hunter, Gabe. I’m proud to have you as a partner.” He smiled up at him. “In both senses of the word.”
Gabe’s smile was lopsided and he blinked away the tears. “Yeah?”
Caleb nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go tell your father I’m staying.”
He stood and Gabe followed, reaching for him. Gabe’s hand slid around his neck, pulling him in to kiss, while his fingers worked the buckle on the collar, slipping it off his neck. “We’ll go…but this should maybe stay here.”
Caleb blushed and nodded. He’d forgotten it already. Gabe set the leather on the desk and the headed for the door. As Caleb opened it with one hand, he reached for Gabe’s hand with the other.
Gabe raised an eyebrow. “Told you. Proud.” Caleb lifted their joined hands to kiss Gabe’s fingers. Maybe it would make things harder if they came clean, but it beat hiding from the rumors and letting Gabe think that Caleb was ashamed.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Sam said as Dean sat in the booth opposite him and Jim pulled up a chair.
He turned the computer to Dean. “Tell me you don’t believe Jim now.”
Dean squinted at the screen and the grainy cell phone picture. His throat constricted. “What is that?”
Jim was leaning over him, then sat down heavy. “Fae. On the move.”
Sam was nodding, cradling his coffee to him. “According to Gabe he’s got fifteen sightings in the last month alone. He sent a package of stuff a few days ago. I’d forgotten about it.”
“A package?”
Sam pulled the computer back to him. “A bunch of files and analysis. He’s been tracking activity, trying to give us a location to start from.”
“Start what exactly?” Dean asked. Some days he still felt like he was playing catch up with Sam.
Sam looked up at him. There was something haunted in his eyes.
“War.” Sam said before turning his eyes back to the computer. “Shit, demonic activity is off the charts.”
“I don’t like this.” Dean didn’t like any of it, from Jim’s goddamn story to Sam’s power or the idea of war with demons and fucking fairies. He most certainly didn’t like the idea of Sam going off to meet some damn psychic trainer who was so psycho even Jim’s fucking brotherhood had kicked him out. Most especially Dean didn’t like Sam going alone.
“Stop.” Sam said quietly.
“Get out of my head.” Dean groused, pushing his coffee away.
“Stop thinking so loud.” Sam countered. “I’m going.”
“Then I’m going with you.”
“No, you’re not.” Sam looked up at him, but Dean wasn’t ready to back down.
“How am I supposed to protect you if I’m down here and you’re up there?”
Sam closed the computer and stood. “You’re not. You’re supposed to stay safe and figure out what all of this means.” He handed the computer to Dean. “And keep him safe.” He pointed at Jim. “Quem Patrocinorus knows we’re here. They’ll come looking.”
He kissed Dean’s forehead, then his nose and lastly, his lips, letting his tongue slip out to caress Dean’s mouth. “I’ll be back in two days.”
Dean watched him go, then flicked his gaze to Jim. He looked a little perturbed at the public display of two brothers kissing like lovers, but looked away when he realized Dean was waiting for him to say something. “Sorry.”
Dean sort of chuckled. “You’re sorry? We’re the ones making you uncomfortable.”
“You know I love you boys like you were my family, right?” Jim asked suddenly.
It was Dean’s turn to be uncomfortable. “Yeah, I guess.”
Jim licked his lips. “I was…put off by it. At first. But, after all you’ve been through and with this bond…” He sighed and looked away. “I’m wondering if it wasn’t meant to be.”
Dean frowned at him. He wasn’t sure he believed in destiny any more than he did fairies or angels. “What? Because some of some myth about demons and shit?”
Jim shook his head. “Most pairs don’t make it, Dean. They kill each other, they get put down. The few that live past puberty have a connection, something more than brothers or sisters. I don’t think any of them take it where you two have…but I’m wondering now if that won’t be what gets you both through this.”
Dean wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he chose to turn his attention to the computer, popping it open and pulling up the image Sam had shown him. Tall men with hard faces among trees. “So, Fae?”
Jim nodded, seeming to accept the shift in topic. “Yes. We don’t know much about them anymore. They’ve been in hiding for thousands of years.”
“There’s folklore.” Dean said, squinting at a list of links Gabe had provided. “Some information from hunters who tracked them.”
“Hunters who never returned.” Jim amended. “If the Fae are coming, we can be pretty sure that this is going to be a battle to remember.”
Sam could feel him. There were trees and rocks and animals and him. Solid, strong. Irritated by Sam’s presence.
He stopped in a clearing and waited. Sam tried to center and calm himself the way Missouri had showed him. Tried to block out everything but the very center of his being, the part of him that was wholly and completely his own.
It was an exercise in control, one that seldom worked the way he thought it was supposed to, but was sometimes enough to keep the overwhelming surges of power at bay.
He settled, pushing away thoughts and memories as they surfaced, letting his mind fill with emptiness, a contradiction that had taken him a long time to come to terms with. When the world around him became shades of grey with trails of color and light, he turned his mind to analyzing what he now knew about himself, about Dean and their father and even their mother.
Dean was his solid ground, the one thing he could hold on to when everything else was falling apart. Sam could sense him, even now, miles away. If he thought hard enough, Dean would feel him too. Sam was sure of it.
His father was further away and Sam couldn’t fell him, could only see him as he’d been when they’d dropped him with Bobby…miserable and still healing. The image of John shimmered and when his head lifted, his eyes turned yellow.
Sam started, almost losing control. The rage began filling him, spilling into his gut and making his fingers itch. Sam swallowed and inhaled, pushing it away. The rage led to destruction. He pushed it back behind a wall in his head.
“Impressive.”
Sam felt the wall go up, felt it knock the man off his feet. He opened his eyes and fought to control it, finally succeeding and getting to his feet. “I’m sorry.”
The man was pulling himself up off the ground. He wasn’t what Sam had expected. He was younger than Sam had thought he’d be, maybe thirty-five, with long red hair pulled back in a ponytail and a scruffy red beard over sunburned skin.
Sam reached to help him, but he pulled his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Sorry.” Sam was off kilter. He couldn’t feel the man now, in fact everything felt off…wrong. He grabbed at his head. The lancing pain that stabbed through him knocked him to his knees.
Then, just as suddenly, it was gone and Sam was staring up at the man Jim had sent him to find. “Murphy’s got nerve, I’ll give him that.”
Sam rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he climbed to his feet. “He sent me to find you…said you could help me.”
The man snorted. “That’s rich. Your nose always bleed like that when it hits?”
Sam hadn’t even felt the blood. He wiped at his nose and nodded. “When the pain hits, yeah.”
“Good.” He crossed his arms and looked Sam over. “Boy, you are a mess.”
There was an odd sort of pop and Sam’s senses came rushing back to him. He reeled a little. “Best get you up on out of here before you attract attention.” He turned and started walking away. Sam scrambled to catch up.
“Where are we going?”
He gestured up ahead. “Sacred ground. So I can look you over.”
“Sacred ground isn’t enough.”
He stopped and turned to Sam, his face set and hard. “This ground is. Just follow me, you’ll understand.”
It wasn’t long until Sam did understand. It was subtle at first, but the feeling grew. Like a church or cemetery, but more. And more. As they came up over the rise, Sam felt something he hadn’t since the exorcism. Safe.
“Nothing gets in here without me saying so.”
“I can tell.” Sam licked his lips. “I’m Sam.”
The man held up his hand before Sam could say more. “No offense, but I don’t need to know your life story. You’re here to keep your head from exploding and killing you and maybe others. I get that.” He looked Sam over again. “You can call my Brian. And that’s all you really need to know about me.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t sure he liked this guy.
“Here’s my rules. You hurt me, I’m done. You pry into my head, I’m done. You blow up my shit, you buy me new shit. You tell anyone about me, I’ll kill you and that brother you’re trying to protect.”
“How did you—“
“Murphy sent you here because I’m good. And you are still a mess. You agree to my terms?”
Sam nodded, though he was a lot more uncertain than he’d like.
“Good. Then let’s get started. You don’t have much time before you self-implode.”
