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phantismaFandom: Supernatural (Keeper!Verse)
Title: Hunter Becoming Hunted, Part 9 of 9 (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean, Dana, John
Word Count: 1992
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam slowly recovers from his ordeal, and the family works to put their lives back together...with the added bonus of hospital!porn.
A/Ns & Warnings: Part of the Keeper!Verse, recollections of childhood rape and abuse, demon possession...other fun stuff.
Dean drove through the clogged streets of Boston, trying to watch the traffic and Sam at the same town. Dana knelt on the floor of the back seat, trying to staunch the flow of blood and sniffling. “Dana?”
“I can’t stop it Daddy. I can’t make it better.”
He spared a glance over his shoulder, cursing as her tiny hands moved against Sam’s ruined shoulder, the skin obscured by blood. “If I healed him before, why can’t I now?”
“I don’t know honey. Just hold on, we’re almost there.”
He pulled into the emergency room driveway and Dana looked up. “He’s not going to like this.”
“I don’t care.” Dean said, throwing himself out of the car and wrenching open the door. He grabbed Sam’s hand and bent himself to lift Sam up and out of the car, over his shoulder. He staggered toward the door, relieved when someone inside saw him coming and came running with a gurney. Together Dean and the orderly got Sam onto the gurney, arranging his long limbs as nurses and doctors came pouring out to meet them.
“What happened?”
“He was attacked. I don’t know…he’s bleeding pretty bad.”
A man with salt and pepper hair nodded, flashing a light in Sam’s eyes. A nurse was already cutting Sam’s shirt off and the whole mob was moving into the building. Dean started as Dana ducked under his arm. “His name?” The salt and pepper doctor had stopped while the rest of them pushed Sam toward a room.
“Uh…Sam. Winchester. Sam Winchester. He’s…I’m…”
“He’s my uncle.” Dana said. “This is my Daddy.”
The doctor nodded, his eyes skating over Dean, and on to Dana. “Are you hurt?”
Dana looked down at her hands and shook her head. “No…I was…I tried to help him.”
“Okay. You should get cleaned up.” He pointed at the bathroom sign. “I’m going to go in and see what’s going on with your uncle.”
Dean blew out a breath as the man walked away. “He’s right, Dana. Go wash up.” Dean turned as his father stalked into the room.
“Is he okay?”
Dean shivered. “Don’t know.” He collapsed into a chair, his hands pawing over his face in an attempt to bring some feeling back into his numbed out body.
The whole thing was a blur and his right hand still tingled from the power of the knife. He could feel the way it slipped into the demon and caught…the way Asmodai looked at him as the blade burned into him. “You think you’re pure enough to kill me, boy? Brother-fucker?”
“Is it over?” Dana asked suddenly, standing in front of him.
Dean inhaled and nodded. “I think so.”
She looked torn between collapsing from exhaustion and crying in relief. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and huddled into herself for a minute. “He’s awake,” she said suddenly, her eyes closing. “He’s…not good…but he’s awake.”
“Mr. Winchester?”
Dean stood to face the salt and pepper doctor. He smiled tightly, and Dean felt his heart unclench a little. “Your brother has lost a lot of blood, and there’s some internal bleeding we’re going to need to repair. But, he should be fine. We’re moving him up to surgery now.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“There’s a family lounge upstairs, on the seventh floor. If you’d like to go up there, we’ll come get you when he’s out of surgery.”
Dana was asleep with her head in John’s lap when the doctor came to tell them Sam was out of surgery. Dean left her with his father and followed the surgeon down the hall to the room where Sam lay amid machines, looking young and frail. “It will probably be a while before he wakes. The internal damage was…extensive.”
Dean nodded. “Can I stay with him?”
“Yes. For now.”
Dean waited until he left the room before moving to Sam’s side. He slid his fingers over Sam’s hand. “You always have been a little too dense for your own good, little brother.” He watched Sam’s chest rise and fall. He was tired. So very tired. “I swear, if you die on me, I’ll find you and kick the shit out of you. Hear me?”
“Bossy.” Sam breathed, his eyes fluttering, but not opening.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat. “You’re not supposed to be awake.”
“See? Bossy.”
“Yeah. I am.” Dean leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I’m here, Sam. Sleep. Get well.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“Not going anywhere.”
“Did we end it?” Sam asked the next time he was awake, his eyes still closed, his fingers brushing against Dean’s.
“Yeah, it’s over.”
“Dana okay?”
“Depends on your definition of okay.” Dean said, pressing a kiss to his hand. “Missouri’s on her way to get her. She’ll get there.”
“I made a mess this time.”
Dean chuckled. “When don’t you?”
Sam’s eyes opened and pinned Dean. “You shouldn’t have come after me.”
“Yeah, right. You’ve been in here.” Dean tapped his head. “You should really know me better than that.”
Sam made a face and struggled to breath for a minute. Just as Dean was about to wave for the nurse, it passed and he lay back against the pillow. “She wants to see you before she goes. I told her it was up to you.”
Sam nodded. “Not right now though…okay?”
Dean smiled. “When you’re ready.”
Dana stood in the doorway, feeling very young and very scared. They’d moved Sam into a private room, and most of the monitors were gone. Sam looked pale and drawn and fragile on the hospital bed. “I hear you could be busting out of here by Wednesday,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel.
He smiled. “Your father seems to think I should stay longer.”
Dana shrugged and moved into the room. “What does he know?”
“Apparently he knows that you should be back in school now that the danger is passed.”
Dana made a face. “A lot to catch up on.” They’d been gone since before Thanksgiving…since before her birthday. Christmas recess was over. School started again in two days.
“I’ll be home before you know it to help you.”
She brightened and let her mind reach out. She’d avoided it…avoided the connection while he healed. Her head was still a mess. Missouri had helped a little when she’d gotten there the night before….but there was a lot of work to do. He responded softly.
“We’re going to need to go slow.” Sam said when he’d pulled back.
“I hurt you.” She moved a little closer to the bed. “I pushed and I…hurt you and I was wrong.”
Sam nodded, then reached out a hand for her. She came hesitantly, slipping her hand into his. I understand why.
She shook her head. No excuses, Sam. It was wrong.
He squeezed her hand. We’ll work on this when I come home
She pulled the hand up and kissed it, then rubbed it against her face. “Hey Sam.” Missouri’s voice cut through and Dana let go of Sam immediately, her face flushing red. “Dana, you ready?”
Dana nodded. “Just saying goodbye to Sam.”
“You’ll see him soon.”
“I know.”
“Go on to your Papa, he’s waiting in the lobby.”
Bye, Dana…I love you.
She stopped at the door way, glancing up at Missouri, then back at Sam. Love you too.
When she was gone Missouri shook her head. “She did a number on you.”
Sam chuckled. “Yeah. I’m…coping.”
“So I see. She’s not.”
“I know. I tried…but…all I did was make it worse.”
Missouri smiled sadly. “She’ll never be that innocent girl again.”
“No, but she’ll be a Winchester.” Sam shifted on the bed, tugging on the IV tubing to give him more room to move.
“I’m going to let you rest. Come see me when you’re home. Maybe I can help with that coping.” She kissed his forehead and left him. Sam sighed and rubbed at his head. It hurt a lot these days. He supposed it was a left over from the use of powers that were…strangely growing since his conflict with Dana.
He looked up as Dean came to the door. “They’re gone. Dad’s headed back too. The shop needs him.”
Sam held out his hand as Dean shut the door and he came, sliding onto the side of the bed. “Wish we were somewhere else.” Sam whispered, brushing against Dean with the thought of what he really wanted.
Dean grinned and looked up, then drew the curtains around Sam’s bed. “I don’t think you’re ready for all that just yet…Mr. Winchester…but…if you promise to be a good boy, I think we could maybe….scratch that itch a little.”
“Dean…we’re in a hospital. Anyone could come in.”
“Other than that one night, we’ve had to be good for almost two months, Sam.”
Dean reached for Sam’s groin, smiling when he found Sam was already well ahead of Dean, despite his protests. “You lay back…and let me make it feel better.”
Dean peeled the blankets down, then slowly lifted the white hospital gown up just enough to reveal Sam’s hardening cock. “Hmmm…we seem to have some swelling here, Mr. Winchester. I think it needs some attention.”
Sam twitched, his cock bobbing toward Dean. “Come on…don’t play.”
Dean grinned at him. “No? How about this?” He closed his fist over it and pumped it once, twice…then let go. “Hmm…seems to have aggravated the condition.”
“Dean.” Sam hissed between his teeth. Dean raised an eyebrow and shifted backward on the bed. The first touch of his tongue nearly brought Sam up off the bed and Dean smiled against his thigh.
“Easy there Tiger…don’t want to pull anything…”
Dean teased the head of Sam’s cock, tongue sawing through the slit while his hands pressed his hips down to the bed. “Shh…don’t want anyone coming in here.” He said as Sam moaned in frustration. “I got you…”
Sam pressed himself against the pillow, hands fisting in the sheets as Dean licked and sucked his way down him, pausing to lick over his balls. “Dean…fuck…”
“Not yet…hold on…”
Sam reached out to Dean…to that connection he’d offered up and spilled needwantplease into his head, even as Dean swallowed down his length and sucked up…finally settling into a rhythm that had Sam bucking up quickly, his face a grimace as he tried not to yell out when he came.
Dean rode out the orgasm, not moving his mouth off of Sam until his cock started to soften. When he finally did look up, his grin was proud and silly. “Better?”
Sam grabbed a fistful of Dean’s shirt and dragged him up to kiss him. “Get me out of here, and I’ll show you better.”
Dean’s grin faded. “You promised me you’d stay this time until the doctor said you were ready.”
Sam kissed him again…nipping playfully to hide the way his stomach twisted over that promise. “I was under the influence of drugs at the time.”
“Sam.” Dean sat back, pulling free of his grip. “Please.”
Sam sighed. “I’m okay…better than okay.”
You left me.
Dean closed his eyes, knowing that Sam had heard that. “I don’t…If I lost you…Sam. I can’t breathe when you do that, when you think you aren’t good enough…when you try to protect me from loving you…cause this is the only thing I’ve got. You and Dana.”
The fear and anguish rolled off of Dean and Sam dropped his eyes. “I don’t deserve you.” His hand cupped Dean’s cheek. “I never will.”
“Stuck with me anyway.” Dean said, laying down beside Sam so that his head was on Sam’s shoulder. “And we aren’t leaving…until they release you…and then…we’re driving home. Slowly.”
“If I stay…until they release me…I’m going to make sure that drive home is very slow.” Sam said into his hair. I’m going to make you stop so I can fuck you in every state border…once on each side.”
Dean looked up at him, kissing him lightly. “Deal.”
Title: Hunter Becoming Hunted, Part 9 of 9 (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean, Dana, John
Word Count: 1992
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam slowly recovers from his ordeal, and the family works to put their lives back together...with the added bonus of hospital!porn.
A/Ns & Warnings: Part of the Keeper!Verse, recollections of childhood rape and abuse, demon possession...other fun stuff.
Dean drove through the clogged streets of Boston, trying to watch the traffic and Sam at the same town. Dana knelt on the floor of the back seat, trying to staunch the flow of blood and sniffling. “Dana?”
“I can’t stop it Daddy. I can’t make it better.”
He spared a glance over his shoulder, cursing as her tiny hands moved against Sam’s ruined shoulder, the skin obscured by blood. “If I healed him before, why can’t I now?”
“I don’t know honey. Just hold on, we’re almost there.”
He pulled into the emergency room driveway and Dana looked up. “He’s not going to like this.”
“I don’t care.” Dean said, throwing himself out of the car and wrenching open the door. He grabbed Sam’s hand and bent himself to lift Sam up and out of the car, over his shoulder. He staggered toward the door, relieved when someone inside saw him coming and came running with a gurney. Together Dean and the orderly got Sam onto the gurney, arranging his long limbs as nurses and doctors came pouring out to meet them.
“What happened?”
“He was attacked. I don’t know…he’s bleeding pretty bad.”
A man with salt and pepper hair nodded, flashing a light in Sam’s eyes. A nurse was already cutting Sam’s shirt off and the whole mob was moving into the building. Dean started as Dana ducked under his arm. “His name?” The salt and pepper doctor had stopped while the rest of them pushed Sam toward a room.
“Uh…Sam. Winchester. Sam Winchester. He’s…I’m…”
“He’s my uncle.” Dana said. “This is my Daddy.”
The doctor nodded, his eyes skating over Dean, and on to Dana. “Are you hurt?”
Dana looked down at her hands and shook her head. “No…I was…I tried to help him.”
“Okay. You should get cleaned up.” He pointed at the bathroom sign. “I’m going to go in and see what’s going on with your uncle.”
Dean blew out a breath as the man walked away. “He’s right, Dana. Go wash up.” Dean turned as his father stalked into the room.
“Is he okay?”
Dean shivered. “Don’t know.” He collapsed into a chair, his hands pawing over his face in an attempt to bring some feeling back into his numbed out body.
The whole thing was a blur and his right hand still tingled from the power of the knife. He could feel the way it slipped into the demon and caught…the way Asmodai looked at him as the blade burned into him. “You think you’re pure enough to kill me, boy? Brother-fucker?”
“Is it over?” Dana asked suddenly, standing in front of him.
Dean inhaled and nodded. “I think so.”
She looked torn between collapsing from exhaustion and crying in relief. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and huddled into herself for a minute. “He’s awake,” she said suddenly, her eyes closing. “He’s…not good…but he’s awake.”
“Mr. Winchester?”
Dean stood to face the salt and pepper doctor. He smiled tightly, and Dean felt his heart unclench a little. “Your brother has lost a lot of blood, and there’s some internal bleeding we’re going to need to repair. But, he should be fine. We’re moving him up to surgery now.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“There’s a family lounge upstairs, on the seventh floor. If you’d like to go up there, we’ll come get you when he’s out of surgery.”
Dana was asleep with her head in John’s lap when the doctor came to tell them Sam was out of surgery. Dean left her with his father and followed the surgeon down the hall to the room where Sam lay amid machines, looking young and frail. “It will probably be a while before he wakes. The internal damage was…extensive.”
Dean nodded. “Can I stay with him?”
“Yes. For now.”
Dean waited until he left the room before moving to Sam’s side. He slid his fingers over Sam’s hand. “You always have been a little too dense for your own good, little brother.” He watched Sam’s chest rise and fall. He was tired. So very tired. “I swear, if you die on me, I’ll find you and kick the shit out of you. Hear me?”
“Bossy.” Sam breathed, his eyes fluttering, but not opening.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat. “You’re not supposed to be awake.”
“See? Bossy.”
“Yeah. I am.” Dean leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I’m here, Sam. Sleep. Get well.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“Not going anywhere.”
“Did we end it?” Sam asked the next time he was awake, his eyes still closed, his fingers brushing against Dean’s.
“Yeah, it’s over.”
“Dana okay?”
“Depends on your definition of okay.” Dean said, pressing a kiss to his hand. “Missouri’s on her way to get her. She’ll get there.”
“I made a mess this time.”
Dean chuckled. “When don’t you?”
Sam’s eyes opened and pinned Dean. “You shouldn’t have come after me.”
“Yeah, right. You’ve been in here.” Dean tapped his head. “You should really know me better than that.”
Sam made a face and struggled to breath for a minute. Just as Dean was about to wave for the nurse, it passed and he lay back against the pillow. “She wants to see you before she goes. I told her it was up to you.”
Sam nodded. “Not right now though…okay?”
Dean smiled. “When you’re ready.”
Dana stood in the doorway, feeling very young and very scared. They’d moved Sam into a private room, and most of the monitors were gone. Sam looked pale and drawn and fragile on the hospital bed. “I hear you could be busting out of here by Wednesday,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel.
He smiled. “Your father seems to think I should stay longer.”
Dana shrugged and moved into the room. “What does he know?”
“Apparently he knows that you should be back in school now that the danger is passed.”
Dana made a face. “A lot to catch up on.” They’d been gone since before Thanksgiving…since before her birthday. Christmas recess was over. School started again in two days.
“I’ll be home before you know it to help you.”
She brightened and let her mind reach out. She’d avoided it…avoided the connection while he healed. Her head was still a mess. Missouri had helped a little when she’d gotten there the night before….but there was a lot of work to do. He responded softly.
“We’re going to need to go slow.” Sam said when he’d pulled back.
“I hurt you.” She moved a little closer to the bed. “I pushed and I…hurt you and I was wrong.”
Sam nodded, then reached out a hand for her. She came hesitantly, slipping her hand into his. I understand why.
She shook her head. No excuses, Sam. It was wrong.
He squeezed her hand. We’ll work on this when I come home
She pulled the hand up and kissed it, then rubbed it against her face. “Hey Sam.” Missouri’s voice cut through and Dana let go of Sam immediately, her face flushing red. “Dana, you ready?”
Dana nodded. “Just saying goodbye to Sam.”
“You’ll see him soon.”
“I know.”
“Go on to your Papa, he’s waiting in the lobby.”
Bye, Dana…I love you.
She stopped at the door way, glancing up at Missouri, then back at Sam. Love you too.
When she was gone Missouri shook her head. “She did a number on you.”
Sam chuckled. “Yeah. I’m…coping.”
“So I see. She’s not.”
“I know. I tried…but…all I did was make it worse.”
Missouri smiled sadly. “She’ll never be that innocent girl again.”
“No, but she’ll be a Winchester.” Sam shifted on the bed, tugging on the IV tubing to give him more room to move.
“I’m going to let you rest. Come see me when you’re home. Maybe I can help with that coping.” She kissed his forehead and left him. Sam sighed and rubbed at his head. It hurt a lot these days. He supposed it was a left over from the use of powers that were…strangely growing since his conflict with Dana.
He looked up as Dean came to the door. “They’re gone. Dad’s headed back too. The shop needs him.”
Sam held out his hand as Dean shut the door and he came, sliding onto the side of the bed. “Wish we were somewhere else.” Sam whispered, brushing against Dean with the thought of what he really wanted.
Dean grinned and looked up, then drew the curtains around Sam’s bed. “I don’t think you’re ready for all that just yet…Mr. Winchester…but…if you promise to be a good boy, I think we could maybe….scratch that itch a little.”
“Dean…we’re in a hospital. Anyone could come in.”
“Other than that one night, we’ve had to be good for almost two months, Sam.”
Dean reached for Sam’s groin, smiling when he found Sam was already well ahead of Dean, despite his protests. “You lay back…and let me make it feel better.”
Dean peeled the blankets down, then slowly lifted the white hospital gown up just enough to reveal Sam’s hardening cock. “Hmmm…we seem to have some swelling here, Mr. Winchester. I think it needs some attention.”
Sam twitched, his cock bobbing toward Dean. “Come on…don’t play.”
Dean grinned at him. “No? How about this?” He closed his fist over it and pumped it once, twice…then let go. “Hmm…seems to have aggravated the condition.”
“Dean.” Sam hissed between his teeth. Dean raised an eyebrow and shifted backward on the bed. The first touch of his tongue nearly brought Sam up off the bed and Dean smiled against his thigh.
“Easy there Tiger…don’t want to pull anything…”
Dean teased the head of Sam’s cock, tongue sawing through the slit while his hands pressed his hips down to the bed. “Shh…don’t want anyone coming in here.” He said as Sam moaned in frustration. “I got you…”
Sam pressed himself against the pillow, hands fisting in the sheets as Dean licked and sucked his way down him, pausing to lick over his balls. “Dean…fuck…”
“Not yet…hold on…”
Sam reached out to Dean…to that connection he’d offered up and spilled needwantplease into his head, even as Dean swallowed down his length and sucked up…finally settling into a rhythm that had Sam bucking up quickly, his face a grimace as he tried not to yell out when he came.
Dean rode out the orgasm, not moving his mouth off of Sam until his cock started to soften. When he finally did look up, his grin was proud and silly. “Better?”
Sam grabbed a fistful of Dean’s shirt and dragged him up to kiss him. “Get me out of here, and I’ll show you better.”
Dean’s grin faded. “You promised me you’d stay this time until the doctor said you were ready.”
Sam kissed him again…nipping playfully to hide the way his stomach twisted over that promise. “I was under the influence of drugs at the time.”
“Sam.” Dean sat back, pulling free of his grip. “Please.”
Sam sighed. “I’m okay…better than okay.”
You left me.
Dean closed his eyes, knowing that Sam had heard that. “I don’t…If I lost you…Sam. I can’t breathe when you do that, when you think you aren’t good enough…when you try to protect me from loving you…cause this is the only thing I’ve got. You and Dana.”
The fear and anguish rolled off of Dean and Sam dropped his eyes. “I don’t deserve you.” His hand cupped Dean’s cheek. “I never will.”
“Stuck with me anyway.” Dean said, laying down beside Sam so that his head was on Sam’s shoulder. “And we aren’t leaving…until they release you…and then…we’re driving home. Slowly.”
“If I stay…until they release me…I’m going to make sure that drive home is very slow.” Sam said into his hair. I’m going to make you stop so I can fuck you in every state border…once on each side.”
Dean looked up at him, kissing him lightly. “Deal.”
