Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 5
“What the fuck did you do?” Sam yelled through the phone at Monica Love.
Like Dean, Sam hadn’t though much of the little incantation that she’d done, really they let her do the incantation to satisfy her need to pay for them for getting rid of the ghost. Even if she’d had the juice to pull Bobby forward on a stupid Ouija board, she wasn’t that powerful. She was supposed to be smoke and mirrors, yet somehow she’d managed to have a goddamn uterus grow inside his brother. His lover. Oh God, his baby.
“Sam, I…there’s nothing that I can do to change whatever’s happened,” she advised him. “Nothing at all. The spell was supposed to be yours and Dean’s deepest wishes come true, what happened that’s so bad?”
He thought for a minute whether he should tell her what happened, but if she knew that, she could stop being a bitch and fix this. “I’m going to tell you this, but here’s the thing, if I even hear a whisper about this from anyone, I promise you that when I’m finished with you you’ll be praying for Pissy Prissy to come finish you off, understand.”
“I understand Sam.” She whispered in a trembling voice.
“Dean has somehow grown a uterus and he’s pregnant, now how do we fix this. You have to have a reversal spell.” Sam half demanded and half begged.
“I can’t reverse this Sam, if you remember what I told you guys, words can’t fix this. The only way to change Dean’s condition would be that you and he truly don’t want what you desired anymore,” She explained. “I’m not sure what you wanted, but it’s part of what’s happening to Dean. You have to remember this, you guys can say that you don’t want this, but if the denial’s not heartfelt, then nothing changes.”
“They want Dean here in the hospital for another week because they want to run a series of tests, but if they do that then they will find out the truth and Dean will become a guinea pig and that’s so not gonna happen. I will get him out of here tonight, but I need you to try to come up with a reversal spell ASAP.”
After the conversation with Monica, Sam tried to clear his mind so that he could think. He knew the right thing to do was to make sure Monica came up with a reversal spell to prevent Dean from being a side show freak, but somewhere in the back of his mind, the fact that Dean was pregnant with his child made him want to rub it in Benny’s face to show him who Dean belonged to.
As much as he hated Benny, Sam knew that he was going to need his help to get Dean somewhere safe because with Bobby gone, there wasn’t anyone else that they trusted. Well there was Garth, but…no, so that left Benny.
Sam kept a vigil at Dean’s bedside trying to will him to wake up. The doctors swore that once he was hydrated that he should be ok, because other than the uterus there was no reason that he should be comatose, because Dean was healthy.
The knock on the door surprised him because the doctors and other staff just walked in, so he went into defense mode, because he wasn’t sure if the other members of the nest had found them. They’d been there a couple of days waiting for Dean to wake up so they could get out of Metairie.
“It’s me Sam,” Benny warned as he entered the room.
Sam studied the vampire as he came into view, and not for the first time wondered about his feelings for Dean. He could spout that pyscho babble all he wanted, his feelings weren’t as fucking innocent as he claimed they were. One of the things that irritated him was the brother that he used to address Dean. He knew that it was a southern thing for men to call each other that, but when Benny called Dean Brother Sam heard sweetheart or some other endearment and he hated it.
“You look rough,” Sam told the other man.
“Well, I’ve been a little busy taking out that nest,” he informed Sam.
“By yourself?” Sam asked impressed despite the fact that it was Benny he was minutes away from praising.
“Yep, there weren’t that many and had to get it done before any more hunters came rolling into town,” he explained as he nodded his head towards Dean and asked, “How’s he?”
“I’m just waiting for him to wake up so we can get out of here and out of this town and go somewhere safe.”
As if right on cue, Dean woke up. “Sammy?” he whispered in a voice that was rough from disuse. “Where’m I?
“You’re in the hospital Dean,” Sam answered.
“Why, what’s wrong with me?”
He’d spent every waking moment of the past two days begging and pleading with Dean to wake up that it never occurred for him to have his shit together about what he was going to say to Dean. There was no way he was going to just blurt it out, especially with Benny in the room.
“It’s… your stomach,” Sam half lied. “We need to get you out of here Dean. Benny’s come to help.”
“’K,” Dean docilely agreed. Sam knew he was going to catch hell later on, but he’d deal with that later because right now, they had to go.
While Benny made a supply run for both him (blood) and Dean (electrolytes) Sam helped Dean dress. He decided to leave the IV in just in case Dean needed the drip again. Thirty minutes later, they were in the car driving away from Metairie as Sam watched Benny disappear in the rearview mirror hoping it would be he last he saw of the vampire.
Cas decided to be a part of the sendoff and stood beside Benny, cloaked so he could not be seen, as he watched the two men disappear. He had awaken Dean so that Sam could get them away from here, but he decided that he didn’t need to be with them during the changes that were about to take place unless they called him, and maybe not even then.
It was late when he pulled up in front of Rufus’ cabin, but Sam took a moment and looked at his sleeping passenger. Dean looked much better than he had when he and Benny spirited him from the hospital. Sam hated to wake the sleeping man, but he’d sleep better in a proper bed. In addition, as long as Dean slept, it bought Sam some time, because hopefully by the time Dean was lucid enough to ask questions, Sam will be able to give him both the answer and the solution.
Once he has Dean squared away, Sam checked through both their bags and removed the Percocet that Dean kept for emergencies, because he didn’t want him taking a chance and hurting the baby. Once Sam was sure he had Dean proofed the place, he began to make calls discreetly without giving full disclosure to determine if anyone had heard of such a spell and if there was a cure. The last call he made was to Garth who was actually able to help him a little.
“I ran across one spell called the Spell of Desire,” Garth explained to Sam. “It grants the heart’s desire to the people on whom the spell is cast and it’s usually cast on two or more people, but usually two. Most likely couples who want something that is out of their reach, but they would both have to participate for the spell to work. Dude according to the info I found, that’s some heavy duty magic and your little Glenda don’t have that kind of mojo.”
“There wasn’t anyone else there Garth, unless there was something else in that house that we weren’t aware of.” Sam explained.
“I don’t know what to tell you dude, maybe you and Dean wanted the same thing. There are times when the two of you talk in unison, so it wouldn’t be that unusual.” Garth assured Sam. “Look, just tell me her name again and I’ll put some feelers out and get back to you, but I’m telling you there’s a dead cat on the line. Either there was someone else there, or she’s stronger than she’s letting on.”
Sam said goodbye to Garth and they both had a plan, Garth was going to reach out to his network and see who knew something about Monica, because if she could pull off a spell like this, then somewhere a hunter had to have run into her before. After the call, he walked over to the bed, checked on Dean, and wasn’t surprised to see that the other man was still sleeping.
Sam looked at his sleeping lover and noticed that his hair seriously needed a cut because he couldn’t remember the last time Dean let his hair grow this long. Whereas he trusted Dean to trim his long locks, Dean wasn’t so trustful, especially after the time when they were kids Dean had entrusted Sam to cut his hair and Sam gave Dean a high and tight. Their father loved it, but Dean didn’t speak to him until it grew out an inch.
The funny thing was that was when he first noticed his brother; well it was the first time that he acknowledged to himself that he’d noticed Dean in a way that was anything but brotherly. They were hunting a ghost in the boondocks of Georgia that had more than its share of ghosts because of the Civil War. It was the middle of summer and Dean washed the Impala every day because of the red dirt that covered the black car every time Dad drove it around town.
Dean was seventeen, he was thirteen, and everything he remembered about that summer revolved around Dean. Sam spent that summer constantly thinking about how gorgeous Dean was and how he looked in those wet low-slung jeans that he wore when he washed the car. Sam knew the show was for the girl next door, but in his mind, Sam pretended it was for him.
While Dean was washing the car and showing off for their neighbor, Sam was in the bathroom jerking off until his dick was raw cursing his life for the unfairness that Dean was his brother and this was all he’d ever have because he was a sick fucker. He thought that right up until he was seventeen and he noticed that Dean was returning his smiles his touches. The night he left for Stanford Dean broke down and confessed his feelings and gave him everything he’d ever wanted, his hard cock stuffed into Sam’s ass all night long, yet the next morning he still walked away.
Sam realized that he was as tired as Dean, so he checked the doors and made sure that the salt lines were in place before he slid into the bed, pulled Dean to him and fell asleep.
The next morning Sam was surprised to find Dean up before him, but from the sounds that were coming from the bathroom; he could tell that it wasn’t by choice. Morning sickness seemed to be one of the things that could get Dean up before the sun.
“Hold on Dean, let me see what I can find to help settle your stomach,” Sam told him as he helped him back to the bed.
He remembered when he was at Stanford, one of Jess’ friends had been pregnant and dry toast and crackers helped her, so he made his way to the kitchen area to see what he could find for Dean. Rumbling through the cabinets, Sam found an unopened box of triscuits and took a couple of the crackers to Dean.
“Thanks Sammy,” Dean said tiredly as he took the crackers from Sam and placed them aside, “but I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep this down right now.”
Kneeling down beside the bed, Sam reached over to where Dean had placed the crackers and softly pleaded, “Please try them for me.”
Dean looked as though he wanted to argue but he could barely hold his head up, let alone muster up the energy to argue, so he just gave in and ate the crackers. Sam was pleased that Dean managed to eat both of them and the look on his face told Sam that he was surprised that they stayed down.
Sam pulled Dean back into the warmth of his body until his even breathing told him that the older man was asleep. Sam knew that he was going to have to get up and research that spell, but he was too comfortable to move right now. Dean needed him. For once in his life, he got to take care of Dean and Sam was not going to fail him.
As he lay there, Sam let his hands wander down and rest on Dean’s still flat stomach. Just this once Sam could glory in the fact that he and Dean could have this, that like their father, they could leave footprints behind telling the world that Sam and Dean Winchester existed.
An hour later Sam grudgingly disentangled himself from Dean’s warm body, made his way over to the sofa and cracked open his laptop and began to work. It was an hour before he found any information on the spell, and what he did find was more like an afterthought, but it was something.
“’Morning Sammy,” Dean’s sleep roughened voice greeted.
“G’morning to you too sleeping beauty,” Sam teased as he stood up and walked towards Dean in the event that he needed help. “Are you feeling better?”
“God what happened?” Dean queried, “The last thing I really remember was puking my guts out at Francis, call me Frank Ledoux’ home and vague memories of the hospital. Was I in the hospital Sammy, or was that just a bad dream?”
Reaching out to pull Dean towards him in a hug, Sam confirmed Dean’s suspicion, “Yeah babe, you were there a couple of days before we broke you out.”
“A couple of days? What’s wrong with…wait, what? Who the fuck is we?” Dean asked.
“Benny,” Sam reluctantly mumbled into Dean’s ear.
“How many god damned times do I have to tell you not to call me babe, and how bad was it that you turned to Benny for help? Was… am I dying?” Dean demanded as he turned around and stepped back to face Sam.
Sam looked at his brother and gasped, wondering what made him think that he’d been dying, “what made you think that you’re dying?” He voiced the question.
“I remember the pain, and trust me the pain made me feel as though I was dying, but the fact that you willingly worked with Benny, something had to be terribly wrong.”
“It…was your stomach,” Sam half lied and then attempted to shift the focus from himself, “you were dehydrated from the vomiting because apparently you were feeling worse than you’d let on.”
“So why’d you need Benny to help get me out if it was just my stomach?” Dean asked, “I mean you can’t stand the man but you call on him for help?”
“The insurance cards weren’t any good and we needed to get out of there fast. Benny kept coming around after he got you out of the Ledoux house, so he was there and I took advantage.” Sam lied.
Sam knew that relationships were tricky things, and depending on the relationship, you could get away with different kinds of shit. Take relatives for instance, Sam knew that because Dean reared him, like any good parent, he could tell when Sam was lying. Most of the time it was just a hunch telling him something wasn’t right. Brothers could get away with more, because blood will always win.
Lovers, now that relationship was different and a lot trickier. Lies would be forgiven, but always remembered, kept simmering on a backburner, just waiting for something to cause the temperature to rise causing pent up emotions to boil over.
Even as the words spewed from his mouth, Sam knew that Dean was aware that he was lying, he just hadn’t called him on it yet. He would and it would be soon, Sam just hoped that he had some answers by then.
“How about you rest while I round us up something to eat,” Sam suggested trying to change the subject.
In the middle of preparing a quick meal of soup and sandwiches, Sam’s phone rang and a quick glance told him that it was Garth. If he walked outside then he might as well just broadcast to Dean that was he lying and he’s hiding something from him as well.
Deciding that answering the phone was the lesser of two evils, Sam turned his back to Dean, hit the answer button and said, “Hi Garth.”
“Sammy,” Garth greeted cheerfully.
Sam scrunched his brows and replied automatically, “Sam, only Dean gets to call me Sammy, Garth so tell me what it is you need.”
“Am I to take from that less than pleasant tone that Dean is nearby?”
“Yes Garth, so why are you calling?” Sam ground out his patience wearing thin.
“I found out some info on the spell, but we have to go back to the place where it was cast, or rather to the person who cast it because only her DNA is gonna work.”
“I can be there in about twelve hours,” Sam told the other man as he mentally calculated the distance in his head.
“Where are we going?” Dean asked the minute he disconnected the call.
“We are not going anywhere,” Sam started, “however, I am going to meet Garth to help get rid of a spell.”
“Sam I’m…” Dean began.
Sam walked over to Dean and kissed him. At first, it was too quiet him, but he missed this over the past few days with Dean being sick, he missed the touch, the closeness, but now with Dean’s mouth under his, everything felt right.
It would be easy if he could just give Dean one of his pills and knock him out so that he could leave without the fuss, but in the event that he and Garth were unable to come up with a way to end this spell, then this baby was going to be born. Having brothers as parents really wasn’t going to branch out the family tree, and adding drugs to the mix would just be cruel, so he’d just have to find a way to deal with Dean. The truth would probably work, but he just wasn’t there yet.
Sam grabbed Dean’s hips and held them still as they ground against each other before pulling away.
“I gotta go,” he husked.
“I’ll come with,” Dean pleaded.
“Dean, you’re not a hundred percent right now and I would worry about you effectively putting us both in danger. That feeling I got when I saw you go down at Ledoux’ place is still fresh in my memory, and I don’t want to have to go through that again,” Sam advised him, “I promise that I won’t be gone any longer than two days.”
Dean rested his forehead against Sam’s chest and mumbled, “okay, but you can’t get me all hard and then just walk out.”
Sam smiled and slid to his knees and said, “We can’t have that now can we?”
Dean was lonely. Sam hadn’t been gone that long, but he needed the man beside him and even though he would never admit to it, he would even put up with Sam calling him babe. His stomach was still bothering him, but Sam’s little trick with the triscuits seemed to work at settling his stomach.
After breakfast, he puttered around the cabin until he found Rufus’ fishing rods and decided to try his luck at the lake on the property. He’d just got settled on the bank in a collapsible chair he’d found when he felt the presence of someone else.
Slowly he turned around and came face to face with the King of Hell, Crowley.
“What do you want?” Dean growled.
“Nothing really,” the demon smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “I just wanted to drop in and say hi mum.”
Chapter 4 Chapter 6
Like Dean, Sam hadn’t though much of the little incantation that she’d done, really they let her do the incantation to satisfy her need to pay for them for getting rid of the ghost. Even if she’d had the juice to pull Bobby forward on a stupid Ouija board, she wasn’t that powerful. She was supposed to be smoke and mirrors, yet somehow she’d managed to have a goddamn uterus grow inside his brother. His lover. Oh God, his baby.
“Sam, I…there’s nothing that I can do to change whatever’s happened,” she advised him. “Nothing at all. The spell was supposed to be yours and Dean’s deepest wishes come true, what happened that’s so bad?”
He thought for a minute whether he should tell her what happened, but if she knew that, she could stop being a bitch and fix this. “I’m going to tell you this, but here’s the thing, if I even hear a whisper about this from anyone, I promise you that when I’m finished with you you’ll be praying for Pissy Prissy to come finish you off, understand.”
“I understand Sam.” She whispered in a trembling voice.
“Dean has somehow grown a uterus and he’s pregnant, now how do we fix this. You have to have a reversal spell.” Sam half demanded and half begged.
“I can’t reverse this Sam, if you remember what I told you guys, words can’t fix this. The only way to change Dean’s condition would be that you and he truly don’t want what you desired anymore,” She explained. “I’m not sure what you wanted, but it’s part of what’s happening to Dean. You have to remember this, you guys can say that you don’t want this, but if the denial’s not heartfelt, then nothing changes.”
“They want Dean here in the hospital for another week because they want to run a series of tests, but if they do that then they will find out the truth and Dean will become a guinea pig and that’s so not gonna happen. I will get him out of here tonight, but I need you to try to come up with a reversal spell ASAP.”
After the conversation with Monica, Sam tried to clear his mind so that he could think. He knew the right thing to do was to make sure Monica came up with a reversal spell to prevent Dean from being a side show freak, but somewhere in the back of his mind, the fact that Dean was pregnant with his child made him want to rub it in Benny’s face to show him who Dean belonged to.
As much as he hated Benny, Sam knew that he was going to need his help to get Dean somewhere safe because with Bobby gone, there wasn’t anyone else that they trusted. Well there was Garth, but…no, so that left Benny.
Sam kept a vigil at Dean’s bedside trying to will him to wake up. The doctors swore that once he was hydrated that he should be ok, because other than the uterus there was no reason that he should be comatose, because Dean was healthy.
The knock on the door surprised him because the doctors and other staff just walked in, so he went into defense mode, because he wasn’t sure if the other members of the nest had found them. They’d been there a couple of days waiting for Dean to wake up so they could get out of Metairie.
“It’s me Sam,” Benny warned as he entered the room.
Sam studied the vampire as he came into view, and not for the first time wondered about his feelings for Dean. He could spout that pyscho babble all he wanted, his feelings weren’t as fucking innocent as he claimed they were. One of the things that irritated him was the brother that he used to address Dean. He knew that it was a southern thing for men to call each other that, but when Benny called Dean Brother Sam heard sweetheart or some other endearment and he hated it.
“You look rough,” Sam told the other man.
“Well, I’ve been a little busy taking out that nest,” he informed Sam.
“By yourself?” Sam asked impressed despite the fact that it was Benny he was minutes away from praising.
“Yep, there weren’t that many and had to get it done before any more hunters came rolling into town,” he explained as he nodded his head towards Dean and asked, “How’s he?”
“I’m just waiting for him to wake up so we can get out of here and out of this town and go somewhere safe.”
As if right on cue, Dean woke up. “Sammy?” he whispered in a voice that was rough from disuse. “Where’m I?
“You’re in the hospital Dean,” Sam answered.
“Why, what’s wrong with me?”
He’d spent every waking moment of the past two days begging and pleading with Dean to wake up that it never occurred for him to have his shit together about what he was going to say to Dean. There was no way he was going to just blurt it out, especially with Benny in the room.
“It’s… your stomach,” Sam half lied. “We need to get you out of here Dean. Benny’s come to help.”
“’K,” Dean docilely agreed. Sam knew he was going to catch hell later on, but he’d deal with that later because right now, they had to go.
While Benny made a supply run for both him (blood) and Dean (electrolytes) Sam helped Dean dress. He decided to leave the IV in just in case Dean needed the drip again. Thirty minutes later, they were in the car driving away from Metairie as Sam watched Benny disappear in the rearview mirror hoping it would be he last he saw of the vampire.
Cas decided to be a part of the sendoff and stood beside Benny, cloaked so he could not be seen, as he watched the two men disappear. He had awaken Dean so that Sam could get them away from here, but he decided that he didn’t need to be with them during the changes that were about to take place unless they called him, and maybe not even then.
It was late when he pulled up in front of Rufus’ cabin, but Sam took a moment and looked at his sleeping passenger. Dean looked much better than he had when he and Benny spirited him from the hospital. Sam hated to wake the sleeping man, but he’d sleep better in a proper bed. In addition, as long as Dean slept, it bought Sam some time, because hopefully by the time Dean was lucid enough to ask questions, Sam will be able to give him both the answer and the solution.
Once he has Dean squared away, Sam checked through both their bags and removed the Percocet that Dean kept for emergencies, because he didn’t want him taking a chance and hurting the baby. Once Sam was sure he had Dean proofed the place, he began to make calls discreetly without giving full disclosure to determine if anyone had heard of such a spell and if there was a cure. The last call he made was to Garth who was actually able to help him a little.
“I ran across one spell called the Spell of Desire,” Garth explained to Sam. “It grants the heart’s desire to the people on whom the spell is cast and it’s usually cast on two or more people, but usually two. Most likely couples who want something that is out of their reach, but they would both have to participate for the spell to work. Dude according to the info I found, that’s some heavy duty magic and your little Glenda don’t have that kind of mojo.”
“There wasn’t anyone else there Garth, unless there was something else in that house that we weren’t aware of.” Sam explained.
“I don’t know what to tell you dude, maybe you and Dean wanted the same thing. There are times when the two of you talk in unison, so it wouldn’t be that unusual.” Garth assured Sam. “Look, just tell me her name again and I’ll put some feelers out and get back to you, but I’m telling you there’s a dead cat on the line. Either there was someone else there, or she’s stronger than she’s letting on.”
Sam said goodbye to Garth and they both had a plan, Garth was going to reach out to his network and see who knew something about Monica, because if she could pull off a spell like this, then somewhere a hunter had to have run into her before. After the call, he walked over to the bed, checked on Dean, and wasn’t surprised to see that the other man was still sleeping.
Sam looked at his sleeping lover and noticed that his hair seriously needed a cut because he couldn’t remember the last time Dean let his hair grow this long. Whereas he trusted Dean to trim his long locks, Dean wasn’t so trustful, especially after the time when they were kids Dean had entrusted Sam to cut his hair and Sam gave Dean a high and tight. Their father loved it, but Dean didn’t speak to him until it grew out an inch.
The funny thing was that was when he first noticed his brother; well it was the first time that he acknowledged to himself that he’d noticed Dean in a way that was anything but brotherly. They were hunting a ghost in the boondocks of Georgia that had more than its share of ghosts because of the Civil War. It was the middle of summer and Dean washed the Impala every day because of the red dirt that covered the black car every time Dad drove it around town.
Dean was seventeen, he was thirteen, and everything he remembered about that summer revolved around Dean. Sam spent that summer constantly thinking about how gorgeous Dean was and how he looked in those wet low-slung jeans that he wore when he washed the car. Sam knew the show was for the girl next door, but in his mind, Sam pretended it was for him.
While Dean was washing the car and showing off for their neighbor, Sam was in the bathroom jerking off until his dick was raw cursing his life for the unfairness that Dean was his brother and this was all he’d ever have because he was a sick fucker. He thought that right up until he was seventeen and he noticed that Dean was returning his smiles his touches. The night he left for Stanford Dean broke down and confessed his feelings and gave him everything he’d ever wanted, his hard cock stuffed into Sam’s ass all night long, yet the next morning he still walked away.
Sam realized that he was as tired as Dean, so he checked the doors and made sure that the salt lines were in place before he slid into the bed, pulled Dean to him and fell asleep.
The next morning Sam was surprised to find Dean up before him, but from the sounds that were coming from the bathroom; he could tell that it wasn’t by choice. Morning sickness seemed to be one of the things that could get Dean up before the sun.
“Hold on Dean, let me see what I can find to help settle your stomach,” Sam told him as he helped him back to the bed.
He remembered when he was at Stanford, one of Jess’ friends had been pregnant and dry toast and crackers helped her, so he made his way to the kitchen area to see what he could find for Dean. Rumbling through the cabinets, Sam found an unopened box of triscuits and took a couple of the crackers to Dean.
“Thanks Sammy,” Dean said tiredly as he took the crackers from Sam and placed them aside, “but I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep this down right now.”
Kneeling down beside the bed, Sam reached over to where Dean had placed the crackers and softly pleaded, “Please try them for me.”
Dean looked as though he wanted to argue but he could barely hold his head up, let alone muster up the energy to argue, so he just gave in and ate the crackers. Sam was pleased that Dean managed to eat both of them and the look on his face told Sam that he was surprised that they stayed down.
Sam pulled Dean back into the warmth of his body until his even breathing told him that the older man was asleep. Sam knew that he was going to have to get up and research that spell, but he was too comfortable to move right now. Dean needed him. For once in his life, he got to take care of Dean and Sam was not going to fail him.
As he lay there, Sam let his hands wander down and rest on Dean’s still flat stomach. Just this once Sam could glory in the fact that he and Dean could have this, that like their father, they could leave footprints behind telling the world that Sam and Dean Winchester existed.
An hour later Sam grudgingly disentangled himself from Dean’s warm body, made his way over to the sofa and cracked open his laptop and began to work. It was an hour before he found any information on the spell, and what he did find was more like an afterthought, but it was something.
“’Morning Sammy,” Dean’s sleep roughened voice greeted.
“G’morning to you too sleeping beauty,” Sam teased as he stood up and walked towards Dean in the event that he needed help. “Are you feeling better?”
“God what happened?” Dean queried, “The last thing I really remember was puking my guts out at Francis, call me Frank Ledoux’ home and vague memories of the hospital. Was I in the hospital Sammy, or was that just a bad dream?”
Reaching out to pull Dean towards him in a hug, Sam confirmed Dean’s suspicion, “Yeah babe, you were there a couple of days before we broke you out.”
“A couple of days? What’s wrong with…wait, what? Who the fuck is we?” Dean asked.
“Benny,” Sam reluctantly mumbled into Dean’s ear.
“How many god damned times do I have to tell you not to call me babe, and how bad was it that you turned to Benny for help? Was… am I dying?” Dean demanded as he turned around and stepped back to face Sam.
Sam looked at his brother and gasped, wondering what made him think that he’d been dying, “what made you think that you’re dying?” He voiced the question.
“I remember the pain, and trust me the pain made me feel as though I was dying, but the fact that you willingly worked with Benny, something had to be terribly wrong.”
“It…was your stomach,” Sam half lied and then attempted to shift the focus from himself, “you were dehydrated from the vomiting because apparently you were feeling worse than you’d let on.”
“So why’d you need Benny to help get me out if it was just my stomach?” Dean asked, “I mean you can’t stand the man but you call on him for help?”
“The insurance cards weren’t any good and we needed to get out of there fast. Benny kept coming around after he got you out of the Ledoux house, so he was there and I took advantage.” Sam lied.
Sam knew that relationships were tricky things, and depending on the relationship, you could get away with different kinds of shit. Take relatives for instance, Sam knew that because Dean reared him, like any good parent, he could tell when Sam was lying. Most of the time it was just a hunch telling him something wasn’t right. Brothers could get away with more, because blood will always win.
Lovers, now that relationship was different and a lot trickier. Lies would be forgiven, but always remembered, kept simmering on a backburner, just waiting for something to cause the temperature to rise causing pent up emotions to boil over.
Even as the words spewed from his mouth, Sam knew that Dean was aware that he was lying, he just hadn’t called him on it yet. He would and it would be soon, Sam just hoped that he had some answers by then.
“How about you rest while I round us up something to eat,” Sam suggested trying to change the subject.
In the middle of preparing a quick meal of soup and sandwiches, Sam’s phone rang and a quick glance told him that it was Garth. If he walked outside then he might as well just broadcast to Dean that was he lying and he’s hiding something from him as well.
Deciding that answering the phone was the lesser of two evils, Sam turned his back to Dean, hit the answer button and said, “Hi Garth.”
“Sammy,” Garth greeted cheerfully.
Sam scrunched his brows and replied automatically, “Sam, only Dean gets to call me Sammy, Garth so tell me what it is you need.”
“Am I to take from that less than pleasant tone that Dean is nearby?”
“Yes Garth, so why are you calling?” Sam ground out his patience wearing thin.
“I found out some info on the spell, but we have to go back to the place where it was cast, or rather to the person who cast it because only her DNA is gonna work.”
“I can be there in about twelve hours,” Sam told the other man as he mentally calculated the distance in his head.
“Where are we going?” Dean asked the minute he disconnected the call.
“We are not going anywhere,” Sam started, “however, I am going to meet Garth to help get rid of a spell.”
“Sam I’m…” Dean began.
Sam walked over to Dean and kissed him. At first, it was too quiet him, but he missed this over the past few days with Dean being sick, he missed the touch, the closeness, but now with Dean’s mouth under his, everything felt right.
It would be easy if he could just give Dean one of his pills and knock him out so that he could leave without the fuss, but in the event that he and Garth were unable to come up with a way to end this spell, then this baby was going to be born. Having brothers as parents really wasn’t going to branch out the family tree, and adding drugs to the mix would just be cruel, so he’d just have to find a way to deal with Dean. The truth would probably work, but he just wasn’t there yet.
Sam grabbed Dean’s hips and held them still as they ground against each other before pulling away.
“I gotta go,” he husked.
“I’ll come with,” Dean pleaded.
“Dean, you’re not a hundred percent right now and I would worry about you effectively putting us both in danger. That feeling I got when I saw you go down at Ledoux’ place is still fresh in my memory, and I don’t want to have to go through that again,” Sam advised him, “I promise that I won’t be gone any longer than two days.”
Dean rested his forehead against Sam’s chest and mumbled, “okay, but you can’t get me all hard and then just walk out.”
Sam smiled and slid to his knees and said, “We can’t have that now can we?”
Dean was lonely. Sam hadn’t been gone that long, but he needed the man beside him and even though he would never admit to it, he would even put up with Sam calling him babe. His stomach was still bothering him, but Sam’s little trick with the triscuits seemed to work at settling his stomach.
After breakfast, he puttered around the cabin until he found Rufus’ fishing rods and decided to try his luck at the lake on the property. He’d just got settled on the bank in a collapsible chair he’d found when he felt the presence of someone else.
Slowly he turned around and came face to face with the King of Hell, Crowley.
“What do you want?” Dean growled.
“Nothing really,” the demon smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “I just wanted to drop in and say hi mum.”
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