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phantismaFandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Part 15
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard/Sam Winchester/ Dean Winchester, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla, Elizabeth Weir, YED
Word Count: 3608
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things have settled into something resembling normal for Sam and Dean on Atlantis, but as usual, that's just when things go sideways as Sam's visions return and they find evidence that Meg has attempted to bring daddy to Pegasus the hard way.
A/Ns & Warnings: This took way too long to get back to. I apologize. Also, lots of angst.
Sam looked up from his book as Ronon sat in the chair beside him. He was sweaty and slightly winded and he grinned, gesturing behind him. Sam didn't need to look, he could feel Dean dragging himself the last few steps, leaning against the door frame. Sam chuckled. "I take it Ronon took you for a run?"
Dean rolled his eyes and fought to catch his breath, moving to lean over the railing. "You…" He turned to lean on the railing and pointed at Ronon. "Are an evil son of a bitch."
Ronon just laughed and sat back in the chair.
Sam set his book down and turned his face to the sun, reveling in the comfort of the moment. It had been months now since they'd had a sighting of Meg. They were back on the rotation in earnest which had the whole team feeling much more at ease.
Things were good. He felt Dean's eyes and looked up, offering a smile. "John's heading back from his meeting." Sam could feel him, even though he was a ways away. He was happy.
"We're supposed to have a team meeting about tomorrow's mission." Dean said, wiping his face on his shirt. "I need a shower first." He pushed off the rail and headed back inside.
Sam stood himself, but his book dropped from his hands and he had to grab at the railing as pain lanced through his head and images slammed into him in quick succession, Wraith, villagers, fires…Meg. It ended as fast as it started, leaving Sam on one knee, his nose dripping red, his head tender. Ronon squatted beside him, waiting for it to pass before offering his hand.
Sam let Ronon pull him up as he wiped at this nose with a shaking hand.
"It's been a while." Ronon observed, still holding Sam's elbow as they started moving inside.
He nodded, gesturing to the door of his own room, rather than Dean's across the hall. He went into the bathroom to clean up and get the bleeding to stop before he pulled off his shirt and pulled on a clean one. John and Dean had both felt it, but he made sure they knew he was okay.
He got the sense that there was nothing they could do, that whatever the vision showed him was already taking place somewhere, so there was no rush. He rubbed at his temples and took some ibuprofen before turning to find all of them standing there, waiting.
He shrugged. "Meg, they culled a village. We wouldn't get there in time to stop it."
"Did you recognize the village?" John asked softly.
Sam shook his head. "No, I haven't been there."
"Okay. Let's grab some dinner and talk about the mission tomorrow." John said, clapping a hand to Sam's shoulder. They headed toward the mess hall, meeting Teyla as they turned out of the residential hall.
"Rodney should already be here." John said. Sure enough, Rodney was not only already there, but already sitting at a table with a full tray.
Sam grabbed a bottle of water and a sandwich and joined Rodney, frowning as Dean sat beside him and put a banana and an apple in front of him with a push to eat one or the other. "I'm fine, Dean." Sam said quietly.
"I know." He was closed off though and Sam could only get that he was worried about the return of the visions, which he already knew.
Once they were all seated and eating Teyla told them what she knew about the people on the planet where they were going the next day. They were much like so many others in this galaxy, though they had managed to climb out of the shadows of the Wraith more so than others. No one was sure what had kept the Wraith at bay, but Teyla said they suspected it was because the planet was so far out.
"So, what is it we're hoping to find here?" Dean asked.
"Intelligence has indicated an increase in hive activity in the general region. Our mission is to relay that information and help them prepare for a return of the Wraith." John responded.
"It has been many generations since they have seen a culling." Teyla said. "Many among them do not believe the Wraith are still a threat. Some call them ghost stories, told to keep the people from straying from the village. It will not be easy."
"We'll just have to be convincing." Ronon responded.
"And pay attention. There are Wraith in the area." John warned. "We don't take any chances." His eyes met Sam's, then moved to Teyla. "If any of you get even an inkling that there are Wraith around, you sound out and get to cover."
"Don't have to tell me twice." Sam said, picking up the banana. "I've had enough up close and personal with those things for one lifetime."
Sam was the first one prepped and ready to go, letting himself into his brother's room while Dean was still in the bathroom, laying out his gear on the bed. He caught himself before he knelt beside the bed as he finished. It bothered Dean when Sam gave in that completely to the programming of the technology that had changed their lives forever.
Instead, he went to the windows, looking out at the vast expanse of water that surrounded them. There were times he could let himself forget that they were in a different galaxy, that they had left behind everything they ever knew. But that view always brought it home to him.
Dean was suddenly behind him, arms snaking around his waist, chin on Sam's shoulder. "You homesick?" Dean asked softly.
Sam shook his head. "Not really. Just thinking. Everything's different, and yet here we are, still hunting monsters."
He could feel Dean's grin as he pulled away, crossing back to the bed to start getting dressed. "At least here, if you plug the monsters with enough bullets, they go down."
Sam crossed to the bed, automatically helping Dean, smoothing the shirt down his back, tucking it into his pants. "I do know how to dress myself, Sammy." Dean said.
"I know." Sam lifted his hands away. "Just…I want to help."
Dean kissed his cheek and pulled his vest up off the bed. "I know."
Sam caught him as he pulled away, dragging him back and kissing him deeply. Behind Dean the door opened and John cleared his throat. "I could feel that all the way down the hall. You two going to stand there making out or are we going on this mission?"
Sam chuckled as he pulled back. "Sorry." He ducked around Dean to head to the door, but John caught his arm, leaning in to kiss him.
"When we get back…" John whispered and Sam's head filled with images of Dean and John and Sam naked and writhing together.
Dean groaned as he came their way. "Really?"
John smirked and stepped back into the hall as Dean pressed down on his suddenly very prominent cock. "I mean, really?" Dean shook his head and tried to pretend he was bothered by it, but both Sam and John could feel that he wasn't. "Just try to keep it down when we're working, right?"
"I make no promises." John said wryly, heading up the corridor.
Sam and Dean fell into step behind him, their movements synchronized without trying. John signaled the control room and the chevrons on the gate started to light up. Dr. Weir appeared at the top of the stairs. "I don't need to remind you that time is short."
John nodded as the wormhole came to life. "I know, don't worry. We've got this."
Ronon was the first one through the gate, with Teyla and Rodney behind him. Sam and Dean followed, with John bringing up the rear. The air on the other side was hot and dry, a stiff wind carrying the smell of smoke. Sam froze, his hand on Dean's arm. "We're too late."
"What makes you say that?" John asked, his eyes darting around them.
"I just know."
"Teyla?" John looked to her and she shook her head.
"I sense no Wraith."
"Okay, we continue the mission. To the village. Ronon, on point."
The closer they got to the village, the more sure Sam was that he was right. As they topped the hill it became obvious. The stone buildings belched smoke out of doors and windows. Bodies lay strewn about the wreckage.
"Spread out. Look for survivors." John said quietly, but Sam knew instinctively that there wouldn't be any. He and Dean took the left flank, moving into the village.
"Well, Meg was definitely here." Dean said, pulling Sam up from checking a body. He gestured at the stone wall of the nearest building where the words "Hi Sammy" were scrawled in what looked like blood.
"Dean!"
They turned as one and ran for John's voice, coming to a screeching halt beside him where there was a large sigil, also painted in blood on the ground in the center of the village. "Do I want to know what this is?" John asked as Sam and Dean circled the sigil.
"You don't think…." Dean frowned and shook his head. "It wouldn't work, would it?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I mean…If we were home…"
"But we're not." Dean stood looking down at the sigil, hands on his hips, his face frowning. "So, it wouldn't work."
"Would one of you tell me what this is?" John growled, his frustration bleeding through loud and clear.
"It's a sigil, used to summon a demon." Sam said. "Judging by the size, maybe more than one."
"Maybe just a big one." Dean countered.
"You don't …" Sam shook his head. "He wouldn't come here."
"You don't know that Sam." Dean countered.
"Who are we talking about?" John asked, moving almost protectively closer to Sam.
"The yellow eyed son of a bitch that tried to get Sam to turn the last time we went home." Dean said, circling around to Sam's other side.
"I thought you said they couldn't come here with the trap in front of the gate."
Dean shook his head. "They can come through the gate, they'd just get stuck, but this…if it worked?"
"It's a lot of blood." Sam squatted down, reaching out a hand without actually touching the sigil. "They had to have drained two, maybe three people for it."
"Okay, I've heard enough. Fall back to the gate." John's hand fell on Sam's shoulder and Sam looked up as John sent the same message over the radio to the rest of the team.
They were quiet as they hiked back, but Sam could feel the concern rolling off both John and his brother. "I'm fine." Sam said as the stopped beside the dialing device. "Really."
"I don't like the idea that she could bring him here without us knowing." John said.
"We don't know that she did." Sam countered. "And even if she did, we'll deal with it. Same as we always do."
Dean scowled at him but Sam couldn't figure out what his problem was before the wormhole was opening and John was telling Atlantis they were coming back.
Dr. Weir met them as they came through the gate. "That was a short trip, Colonel Sheppard."
"Not much to see, Elizabeth. The Wraith beat us to the planet."
"It was far more than a culling." Teyla said as she unclipped her gun. "They left no one alive."
"It was Meg." Dean said. "She left us a note."
"Meg, the demon that was inside the Wraith queen." Dr. Weir looked concerned. "What was the note?"
"Just letting us know it was her." Sam said. "And that she tried to summon another demon."
"Tried?"
Sam shrugged. "We have no way of knowing if it worked."
"We just hope that it didn't." Dean said. "Because if it did, we have a whole different world of trouble than your people are prepared for."
"Okay, reports on my desk by the end of the day."
Before Sam could respond, Dean had a hand on the back of his neck and was pushing him out of the gate room, toward their quarters. "Dean." He tried to pull away, only to find John on the other side, his hand on Sam's elbow.
Together they manhandled him into his room and right up to the wall. "What?" Sam asked, exasperated by his inability to read the emotions pouring off of them.
"No." Dean said, his brow pulled tight into a frown.
"No?" Sam shook his head, then looked to John. He wasn't any clearer than Dean. "I'm fine."
Dean's hand was on Sam's chest now, holding him to the wall. "He isn't like any other case, Sam."
"I know." Sam nodded, trying to exude calm and confidence.
"This is the son of a bitch that killed Mom and killed Dad."
Sam nodded, lifting a hand to cup Dean's face. "And he's still just a demon, Dean."
You were supposed to be safe here. Sam heard the words just as if Dean had said them, though his brother's mouth never moved.
Sam relaxed against the wall, understanding now that what Dean was hiding from him was fear, abject terror that if the Yellow Eyed demon could come here, he could get to Sam and if he got to Sam…. "I'm safe, Dean." He reached for John's hand and put it on Dean's on his chest, then covered both with his own. "Safer here than I would ever be back home. I have the two of you, Ronon, hell, I have military back up."
It took a minute for the fear to recede and Dean backed off, scratching at his head.
"Okay, now one of you is going to explain to me why this guy freaks you out so much." John said, hands on his hips as Sam moved off the wall and into the sitting area of his room.
Sam picked up the worn leather journal that was on the sofa, offering it up to John. "He's the reason we are who we are, why Dad became a hunter, why we became hunters."
"He's worse than any of the other bad things we've come across. Every time we face him, he walks away unscathed." Dean said. "From what we've learned, Meg and other lower level demons are his….children."
"Of course, that's just what he's said himself. He's a demon. Demons lie." Sam countered.
"So what is it he wants with Sam?" John asked, leafing through the journal.
Dean dropped into the chair and kicked his feet up over the arm, dropping his vest beside it. "That is the big, soul sucking question." He sighed and shook his head. "All we know is that he was in Sam's room when he was a baby, and he killed our mother that night. Our father hunted him our whole lives and we finally got close a year ago."
"Which is when your father died?" John asked, sinking to a seat on the other end of the couch.
"Well, he tried to kill all of us." Sam said. "He…possessed Dad, nearly killed Dean. I had the Colt, but I couldn't just shoot him."
The room was quiet for a moment before John dropped the journal between him and Sam. "The Colt?"
Sam got up and went to the table beside his bed, pulling the gun out of the drawer and bringing it back. Dean's feet dropped and he sat up straight. "You brought it here?"
Sam ignored him, handing the gun to John. "It's a special gun, made by Samuel Colt to fight demons. It's said it can kill anything."
John looked the gun over, frowning up at Sam. "Doesn't look like much."
"Maybe not, but we know it kills vampires." Dean said, reaching for it.
"And it forced the Yellow Eyed Demon out of Dad." Sam added, dropping back to his seat.
He could feel Dean staring at him, feel the play of fear and anger and uncertainty that bounced around inside his brother. "I brought it because I had a feeling we would need it." Sam said finally, meeting his brother's gaze. "No prophetic dreams or anything, just…when we were cleaning out the car, I didn't want to leave it behind. We might need it."
Dean stood and took the gun back to the nightstand, setting it back in the drawer and turning to look at them. "Okay. So what do we do next?"
A very strong image filled Sam's head, clearly from John about what they could do next and he chuckled, even as Dean's hand fell to his groin and he moaned. "Seriously?"
John grinned. "What? You thinking something else?" The images shifted, Sam on his knees, Dean's cock between his lips, John kneeling behind Sam, working his cock into Sam's ass.
Dean crossed the room, his hands already moving to get his pants open, his cock hard and filling his hand. John's hand was holding his own cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. Despite Dean's protest, lust was rolling off of him as he approached, licking his lips as John reached a hand up, circling it around Dean's cock.
Sam's own cock was stirring and he reached across to help John undo his pants, his hand delving in to ease out his cock. He licked across the tip and felt the echo, unsure if John had done the same to Dean or if had simply rippled over their connection. He opened his mouth and slid down John's length and this time he could make out the responses as John took Dean in and Sam's cock twitched in response. Sam blocked out the extra sensations, keeping his focus on John's need, at least until Dean's need intruded on his attention.
Dean shifted on his feet, pulling back and shoving his pants down. Obviously John's mouth wasn't enough. Sam eased off the couch, moving to Dean, sliding hands across his skin, guiding him toward the chair as he worked Dean's shirt up.
John wasn't far behind, helping guide Dean so that he was bent forward, hands on the arms of the chair, legs kicked as wide as his pants would allow. Sam slid down his legs, kissing over Dean's thighs as his hands worked to free his feet of the military boots and pants. Dean's cock was hard against his cheek as John's fingers prepped Dean's ass and Sam turned his head, nuzzling into Dean's groin.
Dean groaned and leaned forward as john pushed into him and Sam echoed the sound as the sensations washed over him, his cock hot and trapped in his pants. He licked along Dean's cock as he fumbled with his own zipper, getting it open and his cock in his hands.
John's pace was increasing as the technology that bound the three of them together surged in response to their emotional states. Sam moved so that he was sitting with his back against the chair, guiding Dean's cock into his mouth and letting John's momentum do the work of moving.
Dean's hands pounded against the chair in way of warning seconds before his cock began to fill Sam's mouth and John's own orgasm rippled through their connection seconds later. Sam's orgasm was almost an afterthought, his body shivering as he came with just one hand loosely around his cock.
For a moment they were all still, breathing heavily, then John pulled back, dropping to the couch. Dean moved slowly, heading to the bathroom, leaving Sam sitting on the floor. John wasn't done, Sam could tell without really thinking about how. They would spend the night, the three of them, exhausting each other until they could sleep and maybe burn off some of the frustration and worry in the process.
Blood rained down on his face, no matter which way he turned, hot and thick, until his skin was coated in it. Laughter burned the air and he wiped at his eyes frantically, trying to see. "Sam…" John's voice. He looked up, shaking as he watched John pinned to the ceiling, his hand reaching out as his stomach opened and fire licked around him.
"No! Sam screamed and the laughter returned, turning him, making him take a stumbling step away from John, only to find Dean, his eyes dead and accusing as they stared down at him from above."
"NO!" Sam sat up, sweating, his head pounding, blood pouring from his nose.
On either side of him Dean and John stirred, sitting up, wiping at sleepy eyes. "Sam?"
He pulled away from the hand Dean reached for him and climbed out of bed, heading for the bathroom to clean up the blood. He could taste it, could feel death clinging to him, darkness swirling around his feet, the cold hand of evil twisting around his stomach.
He washed his face and pulled wet hands through his hair. He knew Dean and John were waiting for an explanation, but Sam wasn’t sure he could face them. Not with the knowledge that they would both die.
"Sam?"
He opened the door and stepped out, not looking up. "He's here. He's coming for me." Dean's hand was on his arm.
"He can't have you, Sammy." Dean said softly.
He let himself be cajoled back to bed, warm between them and their whispered reassurances that they would protect him, but Sam knew. The Yellow Eyed Demon was in the Pegasus galaxy and coming for Sam. And when he came, blood would rain from the sky.
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Part 15
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard/Sam Winchester/ Dean Winchester, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla, Elizabeth Weir, YED
Word Count: 3608
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things have settled into something resembling normal for Sam and Dean on Atlantis, but as usual, that's just when things go sideways as Sam's visions return and they find evidence that Meg has attempted to bring daddy to Pegasus the hard way.
A/Ns & Warnings: This took way too long to get back to. I apologize. Also, lots of angst.
Sam looked up from his book as Ronon sat in the chair beside him. He was sweaty and slightly winded and he grinned, gesturing behind him. Sam didn't need to look, he could feel Dean dragging himself the last few steps, leaning against the door frame. Sam chuckled. "I take it Ronon took you for a run?"
Dean rolled his eyes and fought to catch his breath, moving to lean over the railing. "You…" He turned to lean on the railing and pointed at Ronon. "Are an evil son of a bitch."
Ronon just laughed and sat back in the chair.
Sam set his book down and turned his face to the sun, reveling in the comfort of the moment. It had been months now since they'd had a sighting of Meg. They were back on the rotation in earnest which had the whole team feeling much more at ease.
Things were good. He felt Dean's eyes and looked up, offering a smile. "John's heading back from his meeting." Sam could feel him, even though he was a ways away. He was happy.
"We're supposed to have a team meeting about tomorrow's mission." Dean said, wiping his face on his shirt. "I need a shower first." He pushed off the rail and headed back inside.
Sam stood himself, but his book dropped from his hands and he had to grab at the railing as pain lanced through his head and images slammed into him in quick succession, Wraith, villagers, fires…Meg. It ended as fast as it started, leaving Sam on one knee, his nose dripping red, his head tender. Ronon squatted beside him, waiting for it to pass before offering his hand.
Sam let Ronon pull him up as he wiped at this nose with a shaking hand.
"It's been a while." Ronon observed, still holding Sam's elbow as they started moving inside.
He nodded, gesturing to the door of his own room, rather than Dean's across the hall. He went into the bathroom to clean up and get the bleeding to stop before he pulled off his shirt and pulled on a clean one. John and Dean had both felt it, but he made sure they knew he was okay.
He got the sense that there was nothing they could do, that whatever the vision showed him was already taking place somewhere, so there was no rush. He rubbed at his temples and took some ibuprofen before turning to find all of them standing there, waiting.
He shrugged. "Meg, they culled a village. We wouldn't get there in time to stop it."
"Did you recognize the village?" John asked softly.
Sam shook his head. "No, I haven't been there."
"Okay. Let's grab some dinner and talk about the mission tomorrow." John said, clapping a hand to Sam's shoulder. They headed toward the mess hall, meeting Teyla as they turned out of the residential hall.
"Rodney should already be here." John said. Sure enough, Rodney was not only already there, but already sitting at a table with a full tray.
Sam grabbed a bottle of water and a sandwich and joined Rodney, frowning as Dean sat beside him and put a banana and an apple in front of him with a push to eat one or the other. "I'm fine, Dean." Sam said quietly.
"I know." He was closed off though and Sam could only get that he was worried about the return of the visions, which he already knew.
Once they were all seated and eating Teyla told them what she knew about the people on the planet where they were going the next day. They were much like so many others in this galaxy, though they had managed to climb out of the shadows of the Wraith more so than others. No one was sure what had kept the Wraith at bay, but Teyla said they suspected it was because the planet was so far out.
"So, what is it we're hoping to find here?" Dean asked.
"Intelligence has indicated an increase in hive activity in the general region. Our mission is to relay that information and help them prepare for a return of the Wraith." John responded.
"It has been many generations since they have seen a culling." Teyla said. "Many among them do not believe the Wraith are still a threat. Some call them ghost stories, told to keep the people from straying from the village. It will not be easy."
"We'll just have to be convincing." Ronon responded.
"And pay attention. There are Wraith in the area." John warned. "We don't take any chances." His eyes met Sam's, then moved to Teyla. "If any of you get even an inkling that there are Wraith around, you sound out and get to cover."
"Don't have to tell me twice." Sam said, picking up the banana. "I've had enough up close and personal with those things for one lifetime."
Sam was the first one prepped and ready to go, letting himself into his brother's room while Dean was still in the bathroom, laying out his gear on the bed. He caught himself before he knelt beside the bed as he finished. It bothered Dean when Sam gave in that completely to the programming of the technology that had changed their lives forever.
Instead, he went to the windows, looking out at the vast expanse of water that surrounded them. There were times he could let himself forget that they were in a different galaxy, that they had left behind everything they ever knew. But that view always brought it home to him.
Dean was suddenly behind him, arms snaking around his waist, chin on Sam's shoulder. "You homesick?" Dean asked softly.
Sam shook his head. "Not really. Just thinking. Everything's different, and yet here we are, still hunting monsters."
He could feel Dean's grin as he pulled away, crossing back to the bed to start getting dressed. "At least here, if you plug the monsters with enough bullets, they go down."
Sam crossed to the bed, automatically helping Dean, smoothing the shirt down his back, tucking it into his pants. "I do know how to dress myself, Sammy." Dean said.
"I know." Sam lifted his hands away. "Just…I want to help."
Dean kissed his cheek and pulled his vest up off the bed. "I know."
Sam caught him as he pulled away, dragging him back and kissing him deeply. Behind Dean the door opened and John cleared his throat. "I could feel that all the way down the hall. You two going to stand there making out or are we going on this mission?"
Sam chuckled as he pulled back. "Sorry." He ducked around Dean to head to the door, but John caught his arm, leaning in to kiss him.
"When we get back…" John whispered and Sam's head filled with images of Dean and John and Sam naked and writhing together.
Dean groaned as he came their way. "Really?"
John smirked and stepped back into the hall as Dean pressed down on his suddenly very prominent cock. "I mean, really?" Dean shook his head and tried to pretend he was bothered by it, but both Sam and John could feel that he wasn't. "Just try to keep it down when we're working, right?"
"I make no promises." John said wryly, heading up the corridor.
Sam and Dean fell into step behind him, their movements synchronized without trying. John signaled the control room and the chevrons on the gate started to light up. Dr. Weir appeared at the top of the stairs. "I don't need to remind you that time is short."
John nodded as the wormhole came to life. "I know, don't worry. We've got this."
Ronon was the first one through the gate, with Teyla and Rodney behind him. Sam and Dean followed, with John bringing up the rear. The air on the other side was hot and dry, a stiff wind carrying the smell of smoke. Sam froze, his hand on Dean's arm. "We're too late."
"What makes you say that?" John asked, his eyes darting around them.
"I just know."
"Teyla?" John looked to her and she shook her head.
"I sense no Wraith."
"Okay, we continue the mission. To the village. Ronon, on point."
The closer they got to the village, the more sure Sam was that he was right. As they topped the hill it became obvious. The stone buildings belched smoke out of doors and windows. Bodies lay strewn about the wreckage.
"Spread out. Look for survivors." John said quietly, but Sam knew instinctively that there wouldn't be any. He and Dean took the left flank, moving into the village.
"Well, Meg was definitely here." Dean said, pulling Sam up from checking a body. He gestured at the stone wall of the nearest building where the words "Hi Sammy" were scrawled in what looked like blood.
"Dean!"
They turned as one and ran for John's voice, coming to a screeching halt beside him where there was a large sigil, also painted in blood on the ground in the center of the village. "Do I want to know what this is?" John asked as Sam and Dean circled the sigil.
"You don't think…." Dean frowned and shook his head. "It wouldn't work, would it?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I mean…If we were home…"
"But we're not." Dean stood looking down at the sigil, hands on his hips, his face frowning. "So, it wouldn't work."
"Would one of you tell me what this is?" John growled, his frustration bleeding through loud and clear.
"It's a sigil, used to summon a demon." Sam said. "Judging by the size, maybe more than one."
"Maybe just a big one." Dean countered.
"You don't …" Sam shook his head. "He wouldn't come here."
"You don't know that Sam." Dean countered.
"Who are we talking about?" John asked, moving almost protectively closer to Sam.
"The yellow eyed son of a bitch that tried to get Sam to turn the last time we went home." Dean said, circling around to Sam's other side.
"I thought you said they couldn't come here with the trap in front of the gate."
Dean shook his head. "They can come through the gate, they'd just get stuck, but this…if it worked?"
"It's a lot of blood." Sam squatted down, reaching out a hand without actually touching the sigil. "They had to have drained two, maybe three people for it."
"Okay, I've heard enough. Fall back to the gate." John's hand fell on Sam's shoulder and Sam looked up as John sent the same message over the radio to the rest of the team.
They were quiet as they hiked back, but Sam could feel the concern rolling off both John and his brother. "I'm fine." Sam said as the stopped beside the dialing device. "Really."
"I don't like the idea that she could bring him here without us knowing." John said.
"We don't know that she did." Sam countered. "And even if she did, we'll deal with it. Same as we always do."
Dean scowled at him but Sam couldn't figure out what his problem was before the wormhole was opening and John was telling Atlantis they were coming back.
Dr. Weir met them as they came through the gate. "That was a short trip, Colonel Sheppard."
"Not much to see, Elizabeth. The Wraith beat us to the planet."
"It was far more than a culling." Teyla said as she unclipped her gun. "They left no one alive."
"It was Meg." Dean said. "She left us a note."
"Meg, the demon that was inside the Wraith queen." Dr. Weir looked concerned. "What was the note?"
"Just letting us know it was her." Sam said. "And that she tried to summon another demon."
"Tried?"
Sam shrugged. "We have no way of knowing if it worked."
"We just hope that it didn't." Dean said. "Because if it did, we have a whole different world of trouble than your people are prepared for."
"Okay, reports on my desk by the end of the day."
Before Sam could respond, Dean had a hand on the back of his neck and was pushing him out of the gate room, toward their quarters. "Dean." He tried to pull away, only to find John on the other side, his hand on Sam's elbow.
Together they manhandled him into his room and right up to the wall. "What?" Sam asked, exasperated by his inability to read the emotions pouring off of them.
"No." Dean said, his brow pulled tight into a frown.
"No?" Sam shook his head, then looked to John. He wasn't any clearer than Dean. "I'm fine."
Dean's hand was on Sam's chest now, holding him to the wall. "He isn't like any other case, Sam."
"I know." Sam nodded, trying to exude calm and confidence.
"This is the son of a bitch that killed Mom and killed Dad."
Sam nodded, lifting a hand to cup Dean's face. "And he's still just a demon, Dean."
You were supposed to be safe here. Sam heard the words just as if Dean had said them, though his brother's mouth never moved.
Sam relaxed against the wall, understanding now that what Dean was hiding from him was fear, abject terror that if the Yellow Eyed demon could come here, he could get to Sam and if he got to Sam…. "I'm safe, Dean." He reached for John's hand and put it on Dean's on his chest, then covered both with his own. "Safer here than I would ever be back home. I have the two of you, Ronon, hell, I have military back up."
It took a minute for the fear to recede and Dean backed off, scratching at his head.
"Okay, now one of you is going to explain to me why this guy freaks you out so much." John said, hands on his hips as Sam moved off the wall and into the sitting area of his room.
Sam picked up the worn leather journal that was on the sofa, offering it up to John. "He's the reason we are who we are, why Dad became a hunter, why we became hunters."
"He's worse than any of the other bad things we've come across. Every time we face him, he walks away unscathed." Dean said. "From what we've learned, Meg and other lower level demons are his….children."
"Of course, that's just what he's said himself. He's a demon. Demons lie." Sam countered.
"So what is it he wants with Sam?" John asked, leafing through the journal.
Dean dropped into the chair and kicked his feet up over the arm, dropping his vest beside it. "That is the big, soul sucking question." He sighed and shook his head. "All we know is that he was in Sam's room when he was a baby, and he killed our mother that night. Our father hunted him our whole lives and we finally got close a year ago."
"Which is when your father died?" John asked, sinking to a seat on the other end of the couch.
"Well, he tried to kill all of us." Sam said. "He…possessed Dad, nearly killed Dean. I had the Colt, but I couldn't just shoot him."
The room was quiet for a moment before John dropped the journal between him and Sam. "The Colt?"
Sam got up and went to the table beside his bed, pulling the gun out of the drawer and bringing it back. Dean's feet dropped and he sat up straight. "You brought it here?"
Sam ignored him, handing the gun to John. "It's a special gun, made by Samuel Colt to fight demons. It's said it can kill anything."
John looked the gun over, frowning up at Sam. "Doesn't look like much."
"Maybe not, but we know it kills vampires." Dean said, reaching for it.
"And it forced the Yellow Eyed Demon out of Dad." Sam added, dropping back to his seat.
He could feel Dean staring at him, feel the play of fear and anger and uncertainty that bounced around inside his brother. "I brought it because I had a feeling we would need it." Sam said finally, meeting his brother's gaze. "No prophetic dreams or anything, just…when we were cleaning out the car, I didn't want to leave it behind. We might need it."
Dean stood and took the gun back to the nightstand, setting it back in the drawer and turning to look at them. "Okay. So what do we do next?"
A very strong image filled Sam's head, clearly from John about what they could do next and he chuckled, even as Dean's hand fell to his groin and he moaned. "Seriously?"
John grinned. "What? You thinking something else?" The images shifted, Sam on his knees, Dean's cock between his lips, John kneeling behind Sam, working his cock into Sam's ass.
Dean crossed the room, his hands already moving to get his pants open, his cock hard and filling his hand. John's hand was holding his own cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. Despite Dean's protest, lust was rolling off of him as he approached, licking his lips as John reached a hand up, circling it around Dean's cock.
Sam's own cock was stirring and he reached across to help John undo his pants, his hand delving in to ease out his cock. He licked across the tip and felt the echo, unsure if John had done the same to Dean or if had simply rippled over their connection. He opened his mouth and slid down John's length and this time he could make out the responses as John took Dean in and Sam's cock twitched in response. Sam blocked out the extra sensations, keeping his focus on John's need, at least until Dean's need intruded on his attention.
Dean shifted on his feet, pulling back and shoving his pants down. Obviously John's mouth wasn't enough. Sam eased off the couch, moving to Dean, sliding hands across his skin, guiding him toward the chair as he worked Dean's shirt up.
John wasn't far behind, helping guide Dean so that he was bent forward, hands on the arms of the chair, legs kicked as wide as his pants would allow. Sam slid down his legs, kissing over Dean's thighs as his hands worked to free his feet of the military boots and pants. Dean's cock was hard against his cheek as John's fingers prepped Dean's ass and Sam turned his head, nuzzling into Dean's groin.
Dean groaned and leaned forward as john pushed into him and Sam echoed the sound as the sensations washed over him, his cock hot and trapped in his pants. He licked along Dean's cock as he fumbled with his own zipper, getting it open and his cock in his hands.
John's pace was increasing as the technology that bound the three of them together surged in response to their emotional states. Sam moved so that he was sitting with his back against the chair, guiding Dean's cock into his mouth and letting John's momentum do the work of moving.
Dean's hands pounded against the chair in way of warning seconds before his cock began to fill Sam's mouth and John's own orgasm rippled through their connection seconds later. Sam's orgasm was almost an afterthought, his body shivering as he came with just one hand loosely around his cock.
For a moment they were all still, breathing heavily, then John pulled back, dropping to the couch. Dean moved slowly, heading to the bathroom, leaving Sam sitting on the floor. John wasn't done, Sam could tell without really thinking about how. They would spend the night, the three of them, exhausting each other until they could sleep and maybe burn off some of the frustration and worry in the process.
Blood rained down on his face, no matter which way he turned, hot and thick, until his skin was coated in it. Laughter burned the air and he wiped at his eyes frantically, trying to see. "Sam…" John's voice. He looked up, shaking as he watched John pinned to the ceiling, his hand reaching out as his stomach opened and fire licked around him.
"No! Sam screamed and the laughter returned, turning him, making him take a stumbling step away from John, only to find Dean, his eyes dead and accusing as they stared down at him from above."
"NO!" Sam sat up, sweating, his head pounding, blood pouring from his nose.
On either side of him Dean and John stirred, sitting up, wiping at sleepy eyes. "Sam?"
He pulled away from the hand Dean reached for him and climbed out of bed, heading for the bathroom to clean up the blood. He could taste it, could feel death clinging to him, darkness swirling around his feet, the cold hand of evil twisting around his stomach.
He washed his face and pulled wet hands through his hair. He knew Dean and John were waiting for an explanation, but Sam wasn’t sure he could face them. Not with the knowledge that they would both die.
"Sam?"
He opened the door and stepped out, not looking up. "He's here. He's coming for me." Dean's hand was on his arm.
"He can't have you, Sammy." Dean said softly.
He let himself be cajoled back to bed, warm between them and their whispered reassurances that they would protect him, but Sam knew. The Yellow Eyed Demon was in the Pegasus galaxy and coming for Sam. And when he came, blood would rain from the sky.
