Don't Think We're In Kansas, ChapterThirteen, SGA/SPN, NC-17

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Fandom: SGA/SPN
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter Thirteen (all Chapters here)
Pairing: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex/Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6000
Summary: Months have passed since the Winchesters have returned to Atlantis after their trip to Earth, and Sam has started to learn how to control his end of the connection he and Dean share with John. Only John and Dean think he's hiding something, and when Meg turns up again, things could go disasterously wrong.

A/Ns & Warnings: Light bondage, angsty Sam, foursome. For the generosity of dean494x.




"Sam, down!"

Sam dropped to his stomach, covering his head as John shot the approaching Wraith full in the face. John's hand closed on Sam's collar and dragged him up, shoving him toward Ronon and the gate.

"Rodney, get us out of here!"

"Working on it."

Dean stepped in beside John, both of them unloading their clips as the Wraith swarmed toward them.

"Got it!"

The gate came to life as Sam joined Rodney at the dialing device, touching his finger to the comm. device in his ear. "Atlantis, this is Sam. We're coming in hot, Wraith on our six."

"Roger that."

Rodney headed for the gate, Sam jogging beside him, but stopping short of going through to turn and watch Dean and John step backward in unison, dropping expended clips and reloading almost as one.

Wraith stunner fire blasted past him into the wormhole and Sam ducked, lifting the hand gun that was all he had left after the whole thing had gone down badly. Ronon grabbed both John and Dean by the back of their jackets, dragging them backwards while they kept firing. Sam dove into the wormhole as they reached it, rolling clear on the other side to make room and coming up on one knee with the gun leveled at the gate.

Ronon backed through, followed by John and Dean and a half dozen Wraith stunner blasts. "Lock it up!" John yelled, yanking himself free of Ronon and turning toward Sam. Dean was right in step with them, the fury dripping off of them nearly immobilizing him for a second.

He lowered the gun and held up one hand. "What the fuck was that!" Dean shouted.

"Colonel?" Dr. Weir was approaching, but it did little to cool the anger coming from the two men.

Sam lifted his eyes to Dean's. "Meg."

Dean stepped back like Sam had slapped him. "What are you telling me?"

Sam licked his lips and moved to stand, wavering a little, suddenly remembering the blood oozing out of his thigh and the other injuries. "The…woman…thing…wraith…" Sam glanced at John for help.

"The queen."

Sam nodded. "She was…it was Meg."

John squinted at him, his anger being replaced by confusion. "Wait…Meg, like the demon that came here Meg?"

Sam nodded, his hand still shaking as he holstered the gun. "She…it…they baited us."

"And you didn't know?" Dean asked incredulously.

"All right, lets save this for the debriefing. Sam, get to the infirmary. John, Dean, my office."

Sam turned to argue, but lost his clamp down on the pain. Both Dean and John reacted before he could clamp it down again. It had taken him a long time to learn how to shield the two of them since the whole thing that went down with Henrickson on Earth.

Dean glared at him a moment longer, but Sam could sense the softening as he realized Sam was actually hurt. He accepted the hand Ronon offered to support him as he followed orders and started toward the infirmary.

Carson looked up, setting aside the chart he was looking at as they came into the room. "My, my, hardly a day goes by I don't have you or your brother in here bleeding on my floor."

Sam smiled as Ronon helped him to a bed. "We just like the company, doc."

"You know, you don't have to go and get yourself shot at to come and visit, Sam."

"Yeah well, apparently my company isn't as well received. And I wasn't shot. This time."

"Well lets have a look shall we?"

Sam sat back against the bed, grimacing as Carson pulled the ripped pants aside to get a look. "Is this what it looks like?"

"Yeah." Sam made a face.

Carson squinted at him. "You don't look like he took much."

Sam glanced at Ronon who crossed his arms and made it clear with a look that he wasn't leaving. "She." Sam corrected. "She took a lot, but she kept giving it back too." The rush as it was forced back into him was incredible, maybe more intense than the pain as she fed.

"She, eh?" Carson looked him over. "And the gash?"

"Knife." Sam swallowed and his control over the pain wavered again. He wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer and then Dean was going to be even more angry. "Just a scratch…had worse."

"There's also the bruised ribs and that hip wasn't feeling too great." Ronon added.

Carson looked at him, then back at Sam. "All right, Son, let's get you under a scanner and see what the damage is, shall we?"

Sam felt the control slip away, felt Dean's then John's reaction, but then Carson was calling others over and he was rolled away from Ronon, and Sam let the pain pull him under.



Dean's stomach rolled, and he grabbed at the chair about two seconds before John did the same. Elizabeth squinted at them, but waited.

"That lying, fucking, son-of-a-bitch." Dean swore as he broke out in a sweat and the reality of how hurt his moronic, pig-headed little brother actually was made itself painfully known.

Dean sat heavily, sucking in air as the feeling subsided some, enough to let him breathe and realize that Sam would be okay.

"Technically he wasn't lying." John corrected when he'd caught his breath. "We never did give him a chance to tell us."

"There was the small matter of a whole army of Wraith coming at us." Dean replied, looking up at Elizabeth and trying to figure out where they'd left off in the story. "The intel wasn't completely wrong. There is a ZPM there."

John nodded. "At least one, maybe two. Rodney thinks they're buried."

"He thinks?"

"Well, we followed the signal to a series of caves that were blocked off. Possibly to hide whatever is underneath from the Wraith."

"I'm hearing a lot of maybes and possiblies, Colonel and not much fact."

John sighed. "Fact is, it could be a whole city, judging from the signal. But, before we could decide how best to proceed, Sam got hurt."

"Hurt how?"

John shifted and rolled his eyes. "He was behind us, watching our six. Rodney did something with a control crystal at the mouth of a cave and the ground rocked. I didn't see what happened, but when it stopped, Sam had fallen."

"It didn't seem bad at the time, hell, me and Sam have had way worse. He shook it off. McKay wanted to keep looking, Sam said he was fine. We worked through a few more of the cave openings and decided to make camp, only Sam was gone."

"Gone?"

John scratched at the back of his head. "He told Rodney he thought he'd seen something and went to check it out. We doubled back to the spot and all we found was Sam's radio. We didn't even know there were Wraith on the planet. There was no indication."

"Well, there was Sam saying something felt funny when we first got there." Dean countered. "Only he shook it off and said it was nothing just a few seconds later."

"Okay, then what happened?"

"We went looking for Sam." Dean said, standing and walking to the windows, looking out at the gate room. "We found Wraith instead."

"A lot of Wraith." John amended. "And we nearly didn't make it out of the trap, because that was when he stopped hiding."

"Hiding?"

Dean sighed and turned to look at her. "He's….learning. He seems to be able to control his end of this…connection."

"Not so much control as shut down. He somehow has found a way to block the two of us out for a time." John added.

"A lot longer this time." Dean didn't like it. He didn't like the feeling that Sam was hiding from him. "He slipped up the control when she was…" He looked to John, still not entirely sure what had been going on between the bitch and Sam.

"Torturing him." John supplied. There was a flurry of feelings from John, about something similar, but he pushed them away. "From what I could tell, she was feeding on him, then restoring him."

"Only that ain't what it looked like when we found him." Though now that he knew it was Meg, he understood that better. She'd always had the hots for Sam and in this Wraith queen she'd found new ways to explore her obsession.

"What do you mean?"

"It was…she didn't go for the chest." John stood too, restless. "She had him tied to a tree and was…all over him. She was feeding from his thigh." John touched the inside of his thigh where they'd found her hand on Sam.

"Sam said she baited you?"

John shrugged. "That's about the most he's said. We found him, decimated the Wraith around the queen, cut him loose and we ran for the gate. We were too busy defending our asses to ask questions."

Elizabeth nodded. "I guess I'll just have to ask Sam then, once Carson lets me know he's okay."



"Well, young man, it looks like you'll live for another day." Carson said, crossing his arms. "Though I'm not pleased with the amount of enzyme she pumped into you, I'm imagining that without it you might not have made it back to the gate."

He set a chart down on the table next to the bed. "The knife wound seems clean. Your hip is bruised and those ribs are going to hurt for a few days. I want you to take it easy while they heal."

"I'll make sure of it."

Sam looked up as Dean joined them. He didn't look Sam in the eye, but Sam could tell he wasn't as angry as he had been.

"I'll tie him to his bed if I have to."

Sam got an image of exactly that, though not in the way he imagined Carson would assume, and he could feel a blush creeping up his neck. Ronon roused himself from beside the bed, grinning crookedly at them both. "I'll go find some rope."

Dean chuckled as the big man headed out of the infirmary.

"I'm sure that won't be necessary." Carson said, approaching with a bottle of pills. "I can give you something to help with the pain."

Sam shook his head. "I don't need it."

Dean reached across him and took the bottle. "Trust me, Sam. If you don't need it, I need you to take it." He tucked the pills into his pocket and moved in to help Sam up. "If you're done with him, Doc…"

"Sure, but I want to see him back here in a few days, just to make sure those ribs are healing."

Sam didn't fight when Dean supported him, didn't try to talk while they limped through the halls. It wasn’t until they were safely back in their room and Dean started trying to undress him that Sam reacted, slapping his hands away.

“I think I can manage.”

Dean lifted an eyebrow and stepped back. “I’m just trying to help.”

Sam turned away and pulled off the torn and bloody pants. “Your kind of help usually ends up with the two of us in bed.”

Dean snorted. “Better than tied to a tree being molested by the Wraith.”

Sam sighed and turned to look at him. “So…you’re pissed, I get it.”

“Do you?” Dean walked to the windows and looked out at them. “I’m not convinced you do.”

Sam sighed again and rummaged for a clean pair of pants. “It wasn’t as though I liked it.”

Dean turned, his eyes narrowing. “Your body seemed to like something she was doing.”

Sam hung his head. That much was true. They had showed up while she was filling him with life, bringing him back from nearly dead. “I couldn’t control that. It was…” He shrugged.

Dean pushed off the window, stalking toward him. “Show me.”

Sam frowned. “What?”

“I don’t know because you blocked it from me. Show me.”

Sam shook his head. “No.”

“I’m not asking Sam.” Dean crowded him toward the bed, until Sam’s knees hit and he sat down. “I want to know what happened.”

Sam swallowed hard. “You don’t need to—“

“Said I wasn’t asking.” Dean had both hands on his shoulders and Sam could feel him trying to make a connection mentally beyond the physical sensations of Sam’s body. Tentatively, Sam reached out for him, the memory snapping into place.

”So many things I can do in this body Sam.” She whispered the words in his ear as her hand slid down to the open tear in his pants, settling high on his thigh, the back of her hand rubbing against his groin. “You taste so good.” Her tongue licked his jaw as she started feeding.

Sam shivered and strained against the restraints that held him to the tree. He could feel her in his head as her mouth closed over his. “I could do this forever.” She lifted her hand from his thigh, leaving him sagging against the tree, licking over the sucker in her hand. “Maybe I’ll keep you for myself instead of dragging you back to Daddy.”

Her hand came back to his thigh, and heat rushed into him. He gasped for air, his cock hardening, his face flushing. “Is this for me, Sammy?” Her hand rubbed over his cock, her mouth closing on his neck. “I can make you immortal.”

“Want more?” She released him, her hand sliding back over the wound. “I can make you strong, powerful. Big brother wouldn’t be able to hold you back ever again.” She closed her eyes and fed more into him. Fire raced along his nerves, into his muscles, burning into him. Pain faded as she gave him more, and in it’s place was power.

He yanked on the restraints, surprised when they gave and he grabbed at her hair, attempting to pull her off of him. She reversed the flow of energy, sucking life out of him as he struggled, and they crashed to the ground as gunfire erupted out of the trees.

Dean let go of him, stepping back a half step as he rubbed over his face. It was clear that the arousal had bled through. Dean rubbed at his thigh like he could feel her hand there.

“You were gone a long time.” Dean said after a few minutes, though the way he said it made Sam think he meant more than physically.

Sam moved back on the bed. “I was hurting. The fall…my hip…I figured you’d do your job better if I just…” He gestured at his head. “Since I can control it, it makes sense that I should.”

The anger flared back through his brother. “No Sam. Damn it.” Dean moved fast, pinning Sam down, sitting on his thighs. “You don’t get it. This thing…” He gestured between them. “It’s a good thing.”

Sam shook his head. “You don’t mean that.” Dean had hated the damn collars right from the beginning. The uninterrupted connection between them, between them and John, making them dependent on each other, and the colonel, trapping them here, away from the hunt that Dean loved…Dean grabbed his hand, interrupting his thoughts and putting Sam’s hand against his heart.

“Ever since the thing with Yellow Eyes, this connection has been stronger…except when you block us out. You see what it’s done for me and John. The way we’re in sync. You’re the one fighting it.”

“Dean…” He cut Sam off with his mouth, kissing him soundly, his tongue surging into Sam’s mouth possessively.

“Stop fighting.” Dean said softly.

Desire flushed through Dean and into Sam, images of them naked, of John and Ronon and various sex acts flooding him until Sam was panting and hitching his hips up toward Dean.

“Now that is a pretty picture.” Ronon said from the doorway.

Sam looked up at Ronon’s grin, just as Ronon tossed Dean a pair of handcuffs. “Couldn’t find any rope.”

“These will do.” Dean said, slipping one cuff around Sam’s wrist.

“Wait…I’m supposed to rest.” Sam protested, trying to buck Dean off as Dean caught his second wrist and cuffed them, slipping the chain up onto the clip they had put in the wall above the head of the bed. With it clasped, Sam was stuck until one of them let him up.

Dean grinned down at him. "So you rest right there."

He climbed off the bed and crooked his finger at Ronon. "You wouldn't." Sam said as Dean grabbed a handful of dreadlocks and dragged Ronon in for a wet, messy kiss. "Who am I kidding, you would. You are."

Ronon's hand was in Dean's pants and Sam could feel it on his cock. "Guys…" Sam struggled to get the cuffs free from the locking clip, but the cuffs were too tight, the chain between them too short. Ronon's hand squeezed, pulled down Dean's cock and Sam whimpered as his own cock responded.

"Dean…please…" Sam whined, his hips coming up off the mattress.

Ronon chuckled, pulling his hand out of Dean's pants and using it to rip his shirt open. Sam groaned, watching Ronon lean in to lick at Dean's nipples, and when Ronon bit, both Dean and Sam moaned in unison.

Dean turned to look at Sam, his eyes dark and dangerous. His hand pulled back, pulling Ronon off him. Their eyes met and Dean pushed Ronon down. Ronon growled, tossing his head, but going down to his knees. Dean eased his cock out and Ronon took it eagerly into his mouth.

Hot, wet heat surrounded Sam's cock, even though no one was touching him. He arched up off the bed, trying to find friction. "Still think this is a bad thing, Sammy?" Dean asked as Ronon growled around his cock.

"Stop teasing." Sam said, lifting his head to look at Dean, and then wishing he hadn't. He closed his eyes, and yet, could still see the way Ronon was deep throating his brother's dick.

Hands clasped Dean's ass, pulling him closer to Ronon and Sam could feel him swallow, growl, and Dean came in a hot rush down Ronon's throat.

The door opened suddenly and John burst in, his eyes dancing over the three of them before he grabbed Dean and kissed him. He was panting when he pulled back. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to carry on a conversation with Teyla and Elizabeth with the three of you in here doing this?"

"Just trying to get a point across to Sam." Dean said.

"Yeah, and what point is that?"

Dean reached for John's cock, stroking it slow and hard. Sam fought the sensation and the need to thrust up, but lost the fight when John made a sound somewhere between a whine and a whimper.

"That shutting us out is bad…that he wants us to feel what he's feeling…" Dean dropped to one knee and pulled John's cock out, swallowing it and giving Sam the simultaneous sensations of having a cock on his tongue and a tongue on his cock. John rocked on his feet as Ronon stood.

Sam cried in frustration when he could taste Ronon's tongue.

"And…ah…this is…helping?" John asked.

Ronon was helping him out of his clothes while Dean continued to work on his cock.

"No." Sam gasped. "Not helping. Teasing."

Dean chuckled and leaned back to look at him. "No one is touching you, little brother. Not until you promise me you'll stop shutting us out."

"Dean." His voice whined out his brother's name and Sam renewed his efforts to get free. Dean didn't know what he was asking, didn't know the extent of what was happening inside him. Ever since their trip back to earth, Sam had been changing, and he'd promised himself not to worry Dean with it.

"Nope, not listening." Dean said, turning back to John.

"I think he's going to…"John started to say, but he trailed off as Dean closed his mouth over him. "No, this is good."

"John…come on man." Sam swallowed around the sensation of John's cock, and felt John respond.

"Oh, see, now that's cheating." John said, his hand in Dean's hair, pulling him back. He tugged until Dean was standing, then kissed him. "Naked."

Dean moved to strip, Ronon stepping in to help and John turned to the bed, leaning in to kiss Sam soundly. "I'm with Dean on this one, Sam. Need you to understand."

He was gone before Sam could respond, standing with his back to Sam as he pulled Dean in again, kissing him possessively. Sam could taste him, wanted to taste more. When Ronon moved in behind Dean, Sam groaned, arching up away from the feeling of the man's cock against his brother's leg.

Dean was looking at him, but Sam kept his eyes closed, the better to focus on the sensation as Ronon's fingers pressed into Dean. Dean hissed and leaned in to John, then Dean was fingering his way into John and Sam fought the urge to cry out in response to the combined sensation.
John moved back, sitting on the end of the bed, his back still to Sam, one leg lifting up and his foot pressing into the mattress, opening himself up to Dean.

Dean’s eyes flicked to Sam before he stepped in, holding his cock in one hand and guiding it toward John’s waiting ass. Sam closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see it, only to have his head fill first with Dean’s view of John, then John’s view of Dean and holy fuck but that was worse.

He sucked in air and tried to close the connection, but with them so close and the intensity of emotion and physical sensation he couldn’t even dampen it. His foot touched John’s arm and doubled the input, and it didn’t matter that that was the only contact he was getting, Sam was panting and squirming against the feeling of fullness and the tight squeeze of ass around his cock, and Sam couldn’t have stopped the orgasm from ripping through him if he’d been actually controlling the action.

His cock smeared come inside his boxers as he thrust weakly against air. He pulled at the cuffs in a vain attempt to free his hands and when that didn’t work, he shook the whole bed in his flailing attempt to get free.

None of which affected the other three in the slightest. John groaned a deep, chesty sound as Dean pushed into him. Then there was Ronon, still stroking his fingers into Dean, still prepping him and Sam wasn’t sure he was going to survive what came next.

Dean stilled in his thrusting, holding himself inside John, his right leg up over John’s left, his foot pushing into the mattress, giving Ronon room. Dean’s head dropped forward as Ronon lined up and pressed in.

Sam gasped for air, his own ass lifted up off the bed in an attempt to…he wasn’t sure exactly, since there was nothing actually there, just the feeling of John’s ass filled and Dean’s ass getting filled and Sam’s ass clenching around the emptiness that felt like he was getting double fucked.

There was a whining noise that Sam couldn’t place and he opened his eyes, swallowing hard as he watched Ronon’s face, grateful that there was at least one of them not trying to torture him with the way his body felt. Ronon’s lips curled up in a snarl as he thrust into Dean, pushing him, in turn, harder into John.

Sam realized then that the whining noise was coming from his own mouth, his hips jerking, his cock still hard, still leaking come, sliding wetly inside his boxers. He growled instead, his foot sliding up onto John’s chest in search of contact. Dean’s hand closed around his ankle and firmly pushed the foot away.

“Dean, please…please…come on.” Sam begged.

“You gotta promise.” Dean said, sweat dripping off of his face and onto John. Behind him, Ronon pulled Dean’s head back, nipping at this exposed neck. His other hand snaked around Dean to grab John’s dick and Sam’s own dick jumped.

“Dean…” Sam shook his head, not ready to give in, not over sex.

“I have an idea.” John said, stopping them. He pushed at Dean’s hips until Dean pulled out, then tugged him forward.

“No…” Sam protested as he realized what John wanted. “Please…”

Dean grinned at him, his tongue caught between his teeth as he repositioned himself over John. There was lube, and the faces Dean made as he worked John’s cock in alongside Ronon’s were enough to make Sam start begging again, though words failed him as his eyes rolled closed and his body clenched around the feeling.

“Fuck.” Dean held Sam’s ankle, squeezing as they filled him and slowly rocked their bodies together. “Fuck…feel that Sammy? Feel that?”

Of course he felt it, of course he did. Sam wanted to shout at him, scream…but all that came out were whimpers of need. Ronon growled and Sam knew the sound was a warning that he was close. Dean rocked back against him and heat rushed inside him, bathing John’s cock and bringing him over the edge.

Sam keened as his need for physical contact ratcheted up when they started to separate. Dean crawled toward him, pushing his body down to the mattress. His hands peeled wet boxers down Sam’s legs and he crawled up on top of Sam, their cocks hard and pressed together as he leaned down to kiss Sam deeply.

“What do you say, Sam…do we keep you handcuffed here while we entertain each other…or are you going to promise me you’ll stop hiding?”

Sam looked up at him as his hand slide around both of them, holding their cocks together. “Dean…”

Dean leaned in, licking over his lips, kissing down to his ear. “I get that you’re scared Sam…but I’m scared too. Don’t shut me out.”

Sam nodded against him. “Okay…okay…you win.”

Dean sucked on his ear and stroked their cocks together, hard and fast, bringing Sam right to the edge before he stopped. Sam whined and Dean pressed their lips together to capture the sound. “I want to come inside you.” Dean said, eyes flashing as he spread Sam open. “Want to feel it, Sam.”

Sam had lost track of Ronon and John, but found them again as Dean pushed into him, John pressing himself along Dean’s back while Ronon stretched out on the bed beside Sam, dipping his head to chase the line of muscle across Sam’s stomach.

Dean thrust in, hissing as he pulled out again. Ronon leaned in to lick over the tip of Sam’s cock before Dean was pushing back in. It was all going to be too much again too fast and Sam couldn’t stop it. Ronon nipped at his navel, then up to his nipples, sucking one into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth.

Sam arched up into Dean, so close to coming again. When John reached around between them and grabbed Sam’s cock, it was all he needed, yelling as he fell over the edge, painting Dean’s chest with come.

Dean fucked into him harder and faster after that, finishing quickly. John pulled him away and gestured toward the bathroom with his head. “I need a moment.”

Ronon slid away, following Dean. John climbed up to straddle over Sam, mindful of the bandages. “Your brother means well, but I’m not your brother. I’m your boss.”

Sam squirmed, not quite able to look him in the eye. “I’m not talking about the collars or that whole thing. You’re a member of my team now and I need to know that I can rely on you Sam.”

That made Sam look up. “You can.”

“Can I? You disappeared.”

Sam nodded. “I’m sorry. I told McKay—“

John put a finger on his mouth. “I don’t want excuses. I don’t want apologies. I want you to understand that this isn’t just about you and your brother anymore. You could have died out there.”

“Or worse.” Sam muttered without realizing he was speaking out loud.

“See, that right there is part of what I’m talking about. We need to know.”

Sam nodded. “I know. I do. Just…Let me up. I’ll tell you everything.”

John leaned up to release him, then rolled to the side to find the key to the cuffs on the nightstand. “I’ll let them know they can come out, but I want the whole story.”

Sam nodded, rubbing at his hands.

Dean emerged from the bathroom, tossing Sam a wash cloth. Sam caught it and cleaned himself up, opting for sweat pants instead of the uniform pants he had pulled out before the sex.

While he was dressing the others covered up, taking seats in the small sitting area, waiting for him to fulfill his promise. "So, I was watching out flank, mostly because I wasn't sure I could climb up where you were, my hip was…" Sam shook his head. "I thought I saw something, and I told McKay I was going to look. At first, it didn't seem like anything. Then my head started to hurt, and I could hear her…not like the Wraith her, but Meg…when she was Meg. I turned to come back, pulled out my radio…but got hit by a stunner."

Sam limped toward them. "When I came to I was tied to the tree and she was playing with my knife. She cut me, called me by name…that's when I knew who she was." Sam swallowed, leaning on the back of the chair where Ronon sat. "The next hours are a blur. She fed on me, revived me, over and over. Talked about getting home, about how yellow eyes would love the Wraith."

"Yeah, cause what we need is a whole fucking army of demon possessed life suckers." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah…trust me." Sam rubbed his face. "She's completely insane."

"What was that bit about her 'Daddy'?" John asked. "Yeah, I caught that too."

Sam closed his eyes, feeling very on display. "Yellow Eyes…he's got some…plan for me, for people like me."

"People like you?" Ronon asked.

Sam gestured at his head. "Something to do with the visions I guess. We don't really know…that thing in that ghost town is the closest we've come." Sam's stomach twisted around the memory, the easy way he could have given in…the desire to just let go, stop fighting…to reach inside him and—

"Hey." Dean was suddenly there, hands cupping Sam's face. "Stop. You didn't."

Sam pulled back. "No, but I could have. I would have."

"No, you wouldn't." Dean argued.

"You don't know that Dean. You didn't know that then. You shot me, remember?"

"I was beat up and hurt and half out of my mind, Sam. I know you. Dad was wrong."

Sam closed his eyes. He clamped down on the fear that his father wasn't wrong, that Sam was destined to fall. Dean's hand caught his chin and his eyes sought out Sam's. "He was wrong."

Sam sagged, not really denying it, but not accepting it either. "If that's all, I'm tired. I'd like to get some sleep."

Dean started to argue, but John stood. "I think that's a good idea. We're down for a few days. You boys get some rest." He headed for the door, Ronon joining him.

Sam crawled into bed, not surprised when Dean stood hovering near him. "Sam…"

"Dean, can we just…sleep? We can talk tomorrow."

Dean slid into the bed, drawing Sam up close to him. "Okay, but we aren't done."

Sam nodded and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him quickly so he didn't have to listen to Dean's echoing doubts that belayed his words.



"I thought you were supposed to rest." Ronon said as Sam joined him in the gym.

"I bored with resting." Sam responded, his tone dark, his face set and hard.

"Perhaps you should visit with Dr. Beckett before you engage in anything physical." Teyla offered, wiping her face and setting her weapons aside.

"Carson isn't going to help." Sam said, still looking at Ronon with hungry eyes. "I'm tired of being babied."

Ronon looked at Teyla and nodded that he had this, that he could handle Sam. She nodded in return and gathered her things. "I will leave you to it, then."

Ronon set aside his own weapon and stretched his arms out. "You sure about this?"

"I'm sure." Sam stripped off his shirt, exposing bruises that hadn't yet healed. He stretched and his joints cracked as he circled.

"You know, Dean is worried for you."

"He should be." Sam responded, moving in to make the first blow.

Ronon blocked it easily, stepping to the side. Obviously the kid had something going on in his head, and Ronon knew that this was a way for him to stop thinking about it, but he wasn't convinced that was the best plan.

While he wasn't connected to the three of them, he couldn't not see that Sam was hurting, ever since the whole thing back on Earth, Sam had been withdrawn. Ronon let him take a few more punches, moving around him. Sam moved in tandem, finding an opening and dropping Ronon.

They rolled and Ronon pinned him. "You're not evil." Ronon said, but before the words were out, Sam managed to get them turned again, his leg around Ronon's torso, sending him to the mat.

"You don't know that." Sam landed a solid punch to his jaw and scrambled back to his feet.

"I do." Ronon rolled up to his feet and circled. They traded a few blows before Sam got a hand on his dreadlocks and yanked. Ronon grabbed his hand and they struggled before Ronon landed a punch with his other hand and Sam let go, staggering backward. "Sneaky, devious and fight like a girl, yeah. Evil? No."

Ronon stalked forward, catching Sam while he was still recovering and getting his foot behind Sam's, sending him crashing to the mat. He pinned him again, sitting on his hips, grinding down against him when Sam would have tried to get up. Ronon grinned down at him when he got the response he wanted, Sam's cock hardening under him.

"I can't see into your head. But I know how to read people." Sam bucked and Ronon shoved him into the mat. "Stay down and listen to me."

Sam struggled for a minute, then gave up, sagging into the mat under him. "Fine, I'm listening."

"No, you're not." Ronon shook his head and settled his hands against the bruises over Sam's ribs. Sam hissed as he pressed in. Ronon cocked his head and pressed a little harder. "No matter what you're thinking, you're not going to hurt him."

"I'm hurting him every day." Sam said softly. He covered his face. For a long minute he didn't move except for a slight shaking of his body. Ronon was startled to realize he was crying. He climbed up and held his hand down to help Sam up. Sam rubbed his face and crossed to the bench. "He…the demon told me things." He wiped a towel over his face and didn't look up. "He said he made me this way."

"What way?" Ronon asked, taking the towel to wipe his own face.

Sam's eyes closed. "The way I want him…Dean I mean. He said that the visions and the other stuff all came from him too. That he wanted me, that I was chosen to be his." He shook his head. "I can't help but thinking my father was right."

Ronon nodded slowly, thinking through what he knew of the situation. "You know what I see when you look at Dean?"

Sam blinked up at him. "Love. Now, you guys may have a different idea about things, but you love him and he loves you."

"Sometimes love just isn't enough." Sam said, standing. "But thanks for the work out."

He headed for the door, leaving Ronon to stare after him, not sure he'd even begun to get through that thick head.