Fic: Five times... 4. May 2006 - Saved By a Yell
Title: Five Times Dean Was Saved. And One Time He Wasn't. Part 4
Author: felisblanco
Fandom: SPN
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Sam, OFC
Word Count: 1904
4. May 2006 - Saved By a Yell
It’s funny but for all their travels they very seldom stay in the same place more than once. Guess evil has enough sense to stay the hell away from places John Winchester and his boys have left their imprint on. But every rule has its exceptions and Dean has to admit it’s nice for a change to recognize streets and corner shops, even the occasional faces, like the old lady at the diner. It had only been about ten years… No, closer to eleven, he realizes.
God, has it really been that long? He chuckles quietly to himself. Sixteen years old, high school freshman, hating everything about it except the cheerleaders and for once not having his little brother on his heels the whole fricking time, seeing as he was still stuck in elementary school. Hunting with his dad as a sulky twelve year old Sammy stayed in the car, the car that only a year later became Dean’s own. His whole life revolved around the hunt, his dad and getting laid.
And of course looking after Sammy, which was becoming more of a chore than the earlier, “You and me, Sam?” “Yeah! Me and you, Dean!” with Sammy’s big smile and adoring gaze at his big brother. At twelve years old Sammy was on the break of adolescence, baby fat slipping away as his arms and legs sprouted like weed. A sulky kid with a squeaky voice who glared at the girls Dean made out with behind the gym and huffed indignantly at his big brother’s lack of ambition when it came to school and homework.
“Don’t you wanna go to college, Dean? You need to learn this if you wanna go to college.”
College. Pfft. Dean rolls his eyes remembering Sam’s outrage at his answer. As if that had ever been an option. Not that it matters. Look how great that whole college thing turned out for his brother.
Dean glances over his shoulder at Sam who’s fallen a few steps behind, broodingly studying the names and dates on the headstones they’re passing. He always gets quiet in cemeteries, and while Dean understands why and sympathizes, it makes him want to get out of there even faster than usual. He sighs and faces forward again, picking up his pace, only to pause when Sam calls out his name. He turns around to find Sam staring at a marble headstone, adorned with a white dove peeking out from a hole in the stone.
“What?”
“Victoria Sweeney. Wasn’t she in your class?”
Dean frowns and walks over. Victoria? Vicky maybe? The name does sound familiar.
Sam is resting his hands on the shovel, pointing his chin at the engraving. “Says here she died in January 1996. Only a few months after we left.”
The picture embedded in the stone reveals a dark-haired girl with pouty lips and doe eyes. Huh. Vicky, yes, definitely. He remembers narrow hips and bouncy breasts that made young Dean’s dick embarrassingly hard every time she walked by. She had a reputation for being easy and…
Dean blinks, then scowls up at Sam. “That’s the girl you cockblocked me from! Remember? She was like the high school slut queen. Every guy in school who was half-decent looking had had her. And it was finally my turn and you, dude, totally blocked me!”
Sam frowns. “What? I never cockblocked you! Is that even a word? And why on earth would you want to go out with a girl like that?”
Oh, sweet innocence. “Not go out with her, you dickhead. She wasn’t exactly the candles and red roses type. I was sixteen and your whiny ass kept me from having sex with probably the most experienced cocksucker in the county.” He pokes Sam in the chest making him stumble back a step.
“Nice, Dean. That’s real classy.” Sam brings up a hand to rub his chest and Dean too late remembers the big bruise he got there two days ago. Damn. “And how did I block you?”
Dean frowns in thought. “If I remember correctly she was unzipping my pants when you came running around the corner telling me dad was looking for me.” He nods. “Yeah, that was it. I told you to get lost and you started hollering like a hellhound, ‘He’s here, dad!! I found Dean! Over here!’ God, you were such an asshole.”
He can’t help grinning at the memory. “She just rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving me with the biggest hard-on in my sixteen years and no way to get rid off it before meeting dad. That was a fun car drive. And the next week we moved. I never got another chance.”
“That was her?” Sam looks back at the picture. “Man, she wasn’t even pretty.”
“She had nice tits and an ass to die for.” Dean looks back at the headstone. “Guess she did. Wonder what happened to her.”
“We could find out?” Sam suggests.
Dean stands silent for a moment, pursing his lips. It’s probably nothing. A car accident maybe. Won’t hurt to check it out though. Just for curiosity’s sake. He nods and they walk slowly to the car, Dean lost in thought. She hadn’t been that bad. Her smile was nice. And she’d never looked down on him for his Goodwill clothes or the choppy home-done haircut. He seems to remember she lived in a nice house on the other side of town. Her dad was the local pharmacist.
They drive back in silence and then he lets Sammy off at their motel room to pack their gear while he goes downtown to search county and hospital records.
Two hours later he’s back, lips set thin, hands trembling slightly as he drops photocopies on the bed. Sammy raises his eyebrows at him in question and then picks up the files, reading quickly through them. He pauses and then his eyes widen. He looks up at Dean, his face paling.
“She died of AIDS?”
“Yes.” Dean swallows. “I remember she’d been ill but…” He takes a deep breath and clears his throat. “Three guys from that class have died the last ten years. Four more have got HIV, two full-blown AIDS. Guess she really did sleep with everyone.”
“Wow.” Sam stares at him. “You could have-“
“I know.”
“But you always use protection, right? Right?” Sam’s looking at him like he’s waiting for his brother to start popping liver spots any second.
“That day? I don’t think I had any and neither did she. I didn’t care. I was horny and just wanted to get laid. I was sixteen years old, dude.”
“So if I hadn’t…”
Dean swallows again. “Yeah. Guess I owe you one.”
“Dean… Man, are you alright?” Sam stands up, reaching out then letting his hand fall awkwardly by his side when Dean turns away, rubbing his palm over his face.
“I don’t know. No. Dammit, Sam. That could have been me. I could have… Fuck!” His knees suddenly feel weak and he sits down on the bed, hands falling limp between his thighs.
Sam takes a step closer, hovering over him. “At least you use protection now. You do, right? And you’ve been tested, right?”
“Sam, will you just…” Dean closes his eyes. “Can you please shut up?”
Sam stares at him in shock. “You don’t use protection?! What the fuck’s the matter with you? Are you insane?!”
He grabs Dean’s arm and shakes him hard then quickly lets him go as if he can’t bear to touch him, stumbling back and then turning away. His shoulders are tense, hands clenched into fists.
“How many women have you been with? Or men? Goddamn it, Dean! How can you not use protection?”
“I do! With… with men, always.” Dean feels his cheeks burning. How does Sam even know about those? “And women… most times.”
“Most times? Most times!?! What the fuck does most times mean?”
“Well, you know. If they’re on the pill and we’re in a hurry…” His voice trails off. He feels slightly sick.
Sam turns around, pale with shock and anger. “I can’t believe… Dean, you’re not stupid. I know you’re not stupid. All it takes is one damn time. God, you… You moron!”
“Sam…”
“No. You… You shut up. We have to…” Sam paces the small space in agitation, wringing his hands, then he suddenly stops and turns to glare at Dean. “We’re going to the clinic to have you tested. Right now. For everything.”
“Sam, come on. We don’t have time. We have to go to-“
“No. First we do this. Do you know how many sexually transmitted diseases there are, Dean? Do you know how many of them can actually kill you if they’re not caught early enough and treated? And I’m not just talking the big fucking A here, man.”
Dean sighs. “I’m not sick, Sam. They did lots of tests when I had that heart thing. They would have caught it.”
Sam blinks and his stance relaxes slightly for a second before his eyes narrow again. “Yeah? Well, I don’t care. I want you tested again. And anyway that was months ago. Not like you’ve been keeping your dick in your pants.”
Anger suddenly flares up in Dean’s chest and he glares at his brother. “Sam, back the fuck off! Just because you’re doing that whole hermit thing that doesn’t give you any right to-”
The punch catches him completely off guard. His head snaps back and he tastes blood in his mouth. His fist comes up instinctively, only to freeze an inch from Sam’s face, staring at the wet eyes glittering as they glare down at him in anger and fear.
“You could have died, Dean! You could have gotten sick and died and…”
Dean stares at Sam as the fury in his eyes suddenly fades and he sinks down on the opposite bed, face hidden in his big hands that are shaking along with his broad shoulders.
“Sammy…”
Sam shakes his head, refusing to look at him. “Please, Dean. Can you just do this for me?” His voice is small, almost broken.
“Yeah. Of course.” Dean licks his lips and nods. “You’re right, it’s probably a good idea. I’ll go right after lunch. Ok? Sammy? Ok?”
Sam’s head bobs but he doesn’t look up. “Ok. Alright.” He sniffs then stands abruptly up and walks to the bathroom, head bowed. He pauses in the doorway, back still turned. “I’m sorry. I just…”
“I know. It’s ok. Uh… Sam?”
He can see the broad muscles tense under his brother’s thin t-shirt. “Yeah?”
“There haven’t been any… guys. Not since we…” Dean swallows. “Not since I got you at Stanford.”
Sam stands still for a moment. Then he nods and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Dean slowly lets out the breath he’s been holding and lets himself fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thinks of Vicky with her big breasts and long hair. He thinks of all the girls, all the guys, he’s been with since. He thinks of Sam holding him just a little too long when Dean helped him up after that ghost threw him down some stairs last night. He thinks of himself not pulling away. He thinks of the other times things like that have happened lately and his heartbeat speeds up.
Yeah. Sam’s right. Getting tested is a good idea. You can never be too careful.
Continued in 5. November 2006 - Salvation in Your Breath
Author: felisblanco
Fandom: SPN
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Sam, OFC
Word Count: 1904
4. May 2006 - Saved By a Yell
It’s funny but for all their travels they very seldom stay in the same place more than once. Guess evil has enough sense to stay the hell away from places John Winchester and his boys have left their imprint on. But every rule has its exceptions and Dean has to admit it’s nice for a change to recognize streets and corner shops, even the occasional faces, like the old lady at the diner. It had only been about ten years… No, closer to eleven, he realizes.
God, has it really been that long? He chuckles quietly to himself. Sixteen years old, high school freshman, hating everything about it except the cheerleaders and for once not having his little brother on his heels the whole fricking time, seeing as he was still stuck in elementary school. Hunting with his dad as a sulky twelve year old Sammy stayed in the car, the car that only a year later became Dean’s own. His whole life revolved around the hunt, his dad and getting laid.
And of course looking after Sammy, which was becoming more of a chore than the earlier, “You and me, Sam?” “Yeah! Me and you, Dean!” with Sammy’s big smile and adoring gaze at his big brother. At twelve years old Sammy was on the break of adolescence, baby fat slipping away as his arms and legs sprouted like weed. A sulky kid with a squeaky voice who glared at the girls Dean made out with behind the gym and huffed indignantly at his big brother’s lack of ambition when it came to school and homework.
“Don’t you wanna go to college, Dean? You need to learn this if you wanna go to college.”
College. Pfft. Dean rolls his eyes remembering Sam’s outrage at his answer. As if that had ever been an option. Not that it matters. Look how great that whole college thing turned out for his brother.
Dean glances over his shoulder at Sam who’s fallen a few steps behind, broodingly studying the names and dates on the headstones they’re passing. He always gets quiet in cemeteries, and while Dean understands why and sympathizes, it makes him want to get out of there even faster than usual. He sighs and faces forward again, picking up his pace, only to pause when Sam calls out his name. He turns around to find Sam staring at a marble headstone, adorned with a white dove peeking out from a hole in the stone.
“What?”
“Victoria Sweeney. Wasn’t she in your class?”
Dean frowns and walks over. Victoria? Vicky maybe? The name does sound familiar.
Sam is resting his hands on the shovel, pointing his chin at the engraving. “Says here she died in January 1996. Only a few months after we left.”
The picture embedded in the stone reveals a dark-haired girl with pouty lips and doe eyes. Huh. Vicky, yes, definitely. He remembers narrow hips and bouncy breasts that made young Dean’s dick embarrassingly hard every time she walked by. She had a reputation for being easy and…
Dean blinks, then scowls up at Sam. “That’s the girl you cockblocked me from! Remember? She was like the high school slut queen. Every guy in school who was half-decent looking had had her. And it was finally my turn and you, dude, totally blocked me!”
Sam frowns. “What? I never cockblocked you! Is that even a word? And why on earth would you want to go out with a girl like that?”
Oh, sweet innocence. “Not go out with her, you dickhead. She wasn’t exactly the candles and red roses type. I was sixteen and your whiny ass kept me from having sex with probably the most experienced cocksucker in the county.” He pokes Sam in the chest making him stumble back a step.
“Nice, Dean. That’s real classy.” Sam brings up a hand to rub his chest and Dean too late remembers the big bruise he got there two days ago. Damn. “And how did I block you?”
Dean frowns in thought. “If I remember correctly she was unzipping my pants when you came running around the corner telling me dad was looking for me.” He nods. “Yeah, that was it. I told you to get lost and you started hollering like a hellhound, ‘He’s here, dad!! I found Dean! Over here!’ God, you were such an asshole.”
He can’t help grinning at the memory. “She just rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving me with the biggest hard-on in my sixteen years and no way to get rid off it before meeting dad. That was a fun car drive. And the next week we moved. I never got another chance.”
“That was her?” Sam looks back at the picture. “Man, she wasn’t even pretty.”
“She had nice tits and an ass to die for.” Dean looks back at the headstone. “Guess she did. Wonder what happened to her.”
“We could find out?” Sam suggests.
Dean stands silent for a moment, pursing his lips. It’s probably nothing. A car accident maybe. Won’t hurt to check it out though. Just for curiosity’s sake. He nods and they walk slowly to the car, Dean lost in thought. She hadn’t been that bad. Her smile was nice. And she’d never looked down on him for his Goodwill clothes or the choppy home-done haircut. He seems to remember she lived in a nice house on the other side of town. Her dad was the local pharmacist.
They drive back in silence and then he lets Sammy off at their motel room to pack their gear while he goes downtown to search county and hospital records.
Two hours later he’s back, lips set thin, hands trembling slightly as he drops photocopies on the bed. Sammy raises his eyebrows at him in question and then picks up the files, reading quickly through them. He pauses and then his eyes widen. He looks up at Dean, his face paling.
“She died of AIDS?”
“Yes.” Dean swallows. “I remember she’d been ill but…” He takes a deep breath and clears his throat. “Three guys from that class have died the last ten years. Four more have got HIV, two full-blown AIDS. Guess she really did sleep with everyone.”
“Wow.” Sam stares at him. “You could have-“
“I know.”
“But you always use protection, right? Right?” Sam’s looking at him like he’s waiting for his brother to start popping liver spots any second.
“That day? I don’t think I had any and neither did she. I didn’t care. I was horny and just wanted to get laid. I was sixteen years old, dude.”
“So if I hadn’t…”
Dean swallows again. “Yeah. Guess I owe you one.”
“Dean… Man, are you alright?” Sam stands up, reaching out then letting his hand fall awkwardly by his side when Dean turns away, rubbing his palm over his face.
“I don’t know. No. Dammit, Sam. That could have been me. I could have… Fuck!” His knees suddenly feel weak and he sits down on the bed, hands falling limp between his thighs.
Sam takes a step closer, hovering over him. “At least you use protection now. You do, right? And you’ve been tested, right?”
“Sam, will you just…” Dean closes his eyes. “Can you please shut up?”
Sam stares at him in shock. “You don’t use protection?! What the fuck’s the matter with you? Are you insane?!”
He grabs Dean’s arm and shakes him hard then quickly lets him go as if he can’t bear to touch him, stumbling back and then turning away. His shoulders are tense, hands clenched into fists.
“How many women have you been with? Or men? Goddamn it, Dean! How can you not use protection?”
“I do! With… with men, always.” Dean feels his cheeks burning. How does Sam even know about those? “And women… most times.”
“Most times? Most times!?! What the fuck does most times mean?”
“Well, you know. If they’re on the pill and we’re in a hurry…” His voice trails off. He feels slightly sick.
Sam turns around, pale with shock and anger. “I can’t believe… Dean, you’re not stupid. I know you’re not stupid. All it takes is one damn time. God, you… You moron!”
“Sam…”
“No. You… You shut up. We have to…” Sam paces the small space in agitation, wringing his hands, then he suddenly stops and turns to glare at Dean. “We’re going to the clinic to have you tested. Right now. For everything.”
“Sam, come on. We don’t have time. We have to go to-“
“No. First we do this. Do you know how many sexually transmitted diseases there are, Dean? Do you know how many of them can actually kill you if they’re not caught early enough and treated? And I’m not just talking the big fucking A here, man.”
Dean sighs. “I’m not sick, Sam. They did lots of tests when I had that heart thing. They would have caught it.”
Sam blinks and his stance relaxes slightly for a second before his eyes narrow again. “Yeah? Well, I don’t care. I want you tested again. And anyway that was months ago. Not like you’ve been keeping your dick in your pants.”
Anger suddenly flares up in Dean’s chest and he glares at his brother. “Sam, back the fuck off! Just because you’re doing that whole hermit thing that doesn’t give you any right to-”
The punch catches him completely off guard. His head snaps back and he tastes blood in his mouth. His fist comes up instinctively, only to freeze an inch from Sam’s face, staring at the wet eyes glittering as they glare down at him in anger and fear.
“You could have died, Dean! You could have gotten sick and died and…”
Dean stares at Sam as the fury in his eyes suddenly fades and he sinks down on the opposite bed, face hidden in his big hands that are shaking along with his broad shoulders.
“Sammy…”
Sam shakes his head, refusing to look at him. “Please, Dean. Can you just do this for me?” His voice is small, almost broken.
“Yeah. Of course.” Dean licks his lips and nods. “You’re right, it’s probably a good idea. I’ll go right after lunch. Ok? Sammy? Ok?”
Sam’s head bobs but he doesn’t look up. “Ok. Alright.” He sniffs then stands abruptly up and walks to the bathroom, head bowed. He pauses in the doorway, back still turned. “I’m sorry. I just…”
“I know. It’s ok. Uh… Sam?”
He can see the broad muscles tense under his brother’s thin t-shirt. “Yeah?”
“There haven’t been any… guys. Not since we…” Dean swallows. “Not since I got you at Stanford.”
Sam stands still for a moment. Then he nods and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Dean slowly lets out the breath he’s been holding and lets himself fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thinks of Vicky with her big breasts and long hair. He thinks of all the girls, all the guys, he’s been with since. He thinks of Sam holding him just a little too long when Dean helped him up after that ghost threw him down some stairs last night. He thinks of himself not pulling away. He thinks of the other times things like that have happened lately and his heartbeat speeds up.
Yeah. Sam’s right. Getting tested is a good idea. You can never be too careful.
Continued in 5. November 2006 - Salvation in Your Breath