Memories Forgotten Part II
Memories Forgotten
Part II
Sam took a deep breath as he watched the two eating their breakfast together. Tony was hiding in his room really. He seemed to think Sam was going to hurt him and he didn’t blame him for the feeling. It wasn’t like he’d come on light earlier, pinning him against the wall. Sam was well known for being laid back and easy going by their friends. No one thought him capable of the type of violence he’d just shown. They really didn’t know the first thing about him, only the ‘Sam’ he allowed them to see. He wondered what Jess would think about him if she had seen it.
“Did you guys save me anything?” Sam asked as he put the phone down. He had some time to kill and he was antsy with it. He’d called Ash and asked him to find out what he could about the Dollhouse because everything he’d come up with was just legend. Nothing solid to work on and that was just bits and pieces of people being turned brainless and turned into other people. It seemed like there might be some validity to it, but he had to know what they did before he could figure out how to reverse it.
Erin smiled warmly at him. “Come on over her sugar and we’ll make sure you get everything you want.” Her voice was warm, like honey dripping from the comb and Sam turned his eyes to Dean. His eyes were on Sam, but one hand moved up Erin’s arm and wrapped into the hair at the nape of her neck. A smile curved her full lips up and Dean was licking his lips and tugging her to him. She turned her upper body to him, her long legs stretched out beside her as they closed the distance. Dean stopped her right before her lips reached his, teasing lightly as he breathed against her lips, his tongue coming out to lightly trace the seam of her mouth.
Her laugh was light and playful and Sam couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he watched her open up. Dean’s lips covered hers, soft kisses like rolling waves on the sand. Her hands stroked up Dean’s arm and then over his collarbone and down his chest. He heard Dean’s rumbling laugh as her hand disappeared between them and he could guess well enough what she was doing to him.
He should get up and walk out, should tell them to stop because he was watching, he was there and even if Dean didn’t remember, Sam did and it was his brother there. But he’d already fucked his brother twice and watching seemed little in comparison to that.
He saw Erin’s hands move to the hem of her shirt and she pulled away from Dean long enough to tug it off. She looked back at Sam, smiling at him and offering so much in that one small moment, before turning back to Dean. His hand reached up, cupping her breast gently before letting his finger and thumb pinch her nipple lightly, rubbing it between them. She arched into the touch and then Dean was pressing her back into the mattress.
Sam didn’t realize he was moving until he found himself sitting on a chair next to the bed. He watched as Dean leaned down, taking her other nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly as she moaned. He nipped lightly at the underside of her breast and her fingers draped over his shoulders, pushing him further down.
Dean didn’t need the direction and he was crouched between her legs as she looked up at Sam. Dean gave him a smirk as he lowered himself down, watching Sam even as his tongue darted out to taste her. There was a challenge in his eyes and Sam didn’t realize he’d accepted until he found himself kissing Erin. God it was all so wrong and he was drowning in it, but he was too far down to swim for it now.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue tracing the path where Dean had already been. His hands reached for her breasts and he teased her nipples lightly as Dean lapped at her. Her hand came up to his and she pulled it away, pulled it down further and he let his hand follow the path of her hip, down her thighs and back up the inside of her leg. He felt the soft hair between her legs and moaned into her mouth as he felt Dean’s tongue against his skin as he thrust his fingers inside of her.
She bucked up into their joint ministrations and her eyes opened wide. “Come on Cain…” She said, one of her hands fisted in each of their hair. He looked down her body as Dean shifted. He pulled his fingers away only to have Dean grab his wrist and wrap his tongue around his fingers, sucking each of his digits clean. He watched as Dean entered her, watched the way his hips flexed as he moved slow and sure inside her.
He knew he should move, should get off the bed, but even as he started to sit up her hands came to the few buttons on his shirt that he’d bothered to do up this morning and she started unbuttoning them. She kissed him hard as she pushed the fabric from his shoulders and he felt hands undoing the button of his jeans, the zipper sliding down. He looked up to see Dean’s hands on him, one hand rubbing over his cock while the other held him steady as he continued to move in and out of Erin.
He thought he just might black out from it, but then Dean was leaning closer to him and his lips were sealed over his, Erin’s taste between them and her nails running over his back in tantalizing circles. “So fucking ready for you.” Dean said as he rested his forehead against his. “Need you inside me, want you to fuck me into her Sammy.”
It was more than he could resist and he found himself stripped out of him jeans and kneeling on the bed behind Dean. He rubbed his cock over Dean’s crack and the other man shivered from it.
“Just do it Sammy, come on.”
He trusted Dean not to hurt himself so he believed him. He didn’t prep him, just slicked himself up and thrust into him. Dean and Erin were both still as he slipped inside him but as Sam pulled back Dean followed him. When Dean pushed his hips into Erin Sam followed him. They found a rhythm and Sam watched as Dean let a hand slide between he and Erin, playing at her clit as they sank further into the mattress together. She screamed out, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets and Dean muttering “Fuck” as she came around his cock.
Sam bit down on his shoulder. “Don’t you come yet.” He said, thrusting into Dean, fast and hard. He didn’t try to make Dean come, didn’t attempt anything other than his own orgasm and when it hit he felt like he was about to black out from the intensity of it.
When he pulled out Dean shivered with need and Sam pulled him away from Erin. Sitting him at the end of the bed, Sam sunk to his knees on the floor and wrapped his lips around Dean’s cock. He felt the bed shifting, looked up to see Erin behind Dean, her lips kissing at his back and neck as her hands moved over his arms and nipples.
Dean’s hand came up into Sam’s hair and he felt his hips thrusting up slightly into his mouth. He wanted it, wanted all of Dean and he groaned into the motion. Dean’s eyes were glued to Sam’s as he opened up, taking as much as Dean down his throat as he could. “Fuck Sammy.” He heard his brother say. It was the only warning he got as Dean came in his mouth. Sam swallowed him down, milking it all out of him. When Dean pulled him off by his hair, he moved up his body, straddling him as he leaned forward to kiss him.
Erin was there, her arms pulling Sam closer in, her lips brushing Sam’s neck and working at both of them. When Sam and Dean broke from the kiss, they all fell in a heap on the bed. Sam thought he should make a few more phone calls, but he was wrapped up between Dean and this amazing woman and he had no desire to move. Whatever happened next was going to be unpleasant so he decided to enjoy this moment, just for a little longer before reality returned and he lost his brother for the second time.
Both Dean and Erin were napping as Sam pulled himself away from them. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled out his phone, moving to the far side of the room to make a phone call that he really was dreading. He dialed the number and waited for an answer.
“Hello.”
“Bobby? It’s Sam Winchester.”
“Sam? Boy, how are you? I haven’t heard hide nor hair of you in too long.”
“Yeah, sorry about that Bobby. I was… school.”
“Yeah. Look Sam, I know you and your Dad had it out, but that don’t mean you have to cut the rest of us out too. Not everyone is as hard headed as your old man.”
Sam nodded not sure what to say to that. He knew it was true, but he also knew that talking to anyone in the community would just have made it too easy to ask about his Dad and Dean and he’d never get over it if he’d called. It was all a bit moot now though. “I know Bobby and I’m sorry.” He sighed, trying to figure out what to say next, but it was Bobby and in the end he didn’t need to beat around the bush.
“What’s wrong Sam?”
“When’s the last time you talked to Dean?”
“What?”
“Dean. When’s the last time you talked to him.”
There was a sigh at the other end of the phone and he knew it wasn’t good. “Look Sam, last time I talked to Dean he said his good-byes. He said he needed to get lost for a while and that we shouldn’t go looking for him.”
“Why?”
“There was a shape shifter. He got Dean in some trouble with the Feds and your brother said he found a way out of it but it meant he was gonna disappear for a while.”
“What was it?”
“He wouldn’t tell me Sam.”
“And you let him?”
“Dean’s a grown man Sam. No one could stop him when he got his mind set on something. You know that. Hell you got it from him.”
“How long was he going to disappear for?”
“He didn’t say for sure, but he asked me to keep an eye on you. I know you haven’t seen him since you left for school but he was up there in Palo Alto quite a bit that year.”
“That year? How long ago did all this happen Bobby?”
He heard the hesitance again. “I haven’t talked to Dean in over three years Sam.”
“What about Dad?”
“They weren’t on very good terms after you left Sam. Dean kept trying to get your Dad to call and talk to you, to admit he didn’t want you to stay at Stanford all the time, but your Dad’s a stubborn man and kept telling him if you wanted to come home you would, with or without his approval. Dean didn’t bother to call him when he was taking care of this Sam. He knows less than I do.”
Sam took a deep breath. “Perfect.”
“What is it Sam?”
“I… I found him Bobby. I found him but I think he’s messed up in something bad. You know of anything that could steal your memory?”
“What the hell happened to him?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t know who I am. When he looks at me, there’s no recognition at all. He’s part of something called the Dollhouse. You ever heard of it?”
“Can’t say that I have. I can make some phone calls though.”
“Thanks Bobby. And can you keep our names out of it? If someone is looking for Dean I don’t want to bring them down on him.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem. The memory thing though… Sam, you know how many things out there could be used to mess with someone’s memory?”
“I know. That’s why I’m thinking figuring out this Dollhouse lead might get us somewhere quicker. I called the Roadhouse too, got Ellen’s guy working on it.”
“I’ll coordinate with him then. Just keep your brother out of trouble Sam.”
“Of course Bobby.”
“And Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s good to hear from you again, no matter the circumstances.”
He smiled for the first time since the conversation started. “Yeah, you too Bobby.”
“If you feel it’s safe, you know you’re welcome to bring Dean here.”
“Thanks Bobby. Let me know if you find anything.”
“Will do.” He hung up the phone and let out a relieved breath, feeling a little more like himself after talking to Bobby, like he might be able to figure this whole thing out.
“Who was that?”
Sam turned around to find Dean staring at him. “Dean, you scared me.”
“Look, I know last night was about Dean, but my name is Cain. I don’t care what you call me in bed, but outside of that I have my own name.”
Sam took a deep breath and shook his head. This was all so messed up. “Yeah, sorry. I… you just look like…” He wasn’t making it any better so he stopped.
“So who was on the phone?”
“A friend of mine. He’s been helping me look for something.”
“So… the good kind of friend?”
Sam smiled, thinking back to Bobby and all the things he’s learned at his place. How Dean used to spend days on end under junkers with Bobby when he was younger, learning the ins and outs of cars. That was back in the day when Sam has still been trying to get their father’s approval and he’d spent all his time with their Dad while Dean was under cars with Bobby.
When it got too late out Dean would pass out in front of the television and Dad would be studying whatever it was he had come for, and Bobby would sit with him for hours, talking about translations and lore and how to tell which books were the best for their kind. Bobby was the only uncle they’d had and in some ways he nurtured their individual talents far more than their father ever had.
“The best really.” Sam said. “Thought you were asleep.”
Dean smiled. “Erin’s still out. Seems like your friend didn’t let her go to sleep until pretty late last night. Guess I’m lucky you picked my door.”
“You knew what was happening last night?” Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. “Your friend talked to me for a while. You had… specific needs he wanted to make sure I understood before you had a chance to see us.”
Sam ran a hand down the back of his neck feeling a little uncomfortable. “Yeah, about that…”
“You don’t need to explain Sam.” Dean said. “It’s your fantasy. Your friend wanted you to have the weekend of your life and he was willing to give you the best.”
“Ah the modesty…” Sam said before he could stop himself.
Dean grinned as he took a step further into Sam’s space. “Erin and I get top billing for a reason. Modesty has it’s place but you pay the sort of money he did for an escort, you get what you asked for.”
“And he asked for a cocky, arrogant bastard who likes to get in people’s faces?”
Dean smiled. “Yeah, pretty much. Guess he knows your type pretty well.”
He was saved by the phone ringing. Dean stepped back and left Sam to his phone call, dropping onto the bed next to Erin, making soothing noises as she turned over, reaching for him. She fell back asleep without really waking up and Sam wondered if Dean was just as tired but didn’t feel he could sleep since Sam was awake.
He opened the phone instead of letting himself think about it anymore. “Hello?”
“Sam? It’s Ash.”
“Ash, please tell me you got something.”
“It’s not much man, I’m sorry. Whatever this is though, if it’s real, it’s big. The FBI has been trying to crack it, but no luck. They had a guy working in LA though, got in some trouble and they canned him for it. If you want to stay low key with the Feds and still take a look, he might be your best bet.”
“Perfect.”
“His name is Paul Ballard. He worked the case for the last year but got called off after a few violent incidents. He continued to say there was a Dollhouse but his superiors closed the case, saying there was nothing concrete. The guy seems obsessed.”
“Sounds like our kind of guy.”
Ash laughed, knowing that almost all hunters started out with an obsession about something. He got the phone number and made note of the name in his journal. “Bobby Singer might be in touch. He’s trying to see what he can track down also. You know him, right?”
“Yeah man. Don’t worry about it. I’ll call Bobby and see what we can come up with together.”
“Thanks Ash. I owe you man.”
He dropped the phone and walked over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge of it. None of it made any sense. He couldn’t imagine what could have happened to Dean since he’d left. The idea of him and John fighting was enough to throw him. Dean had never fought with their Dad. The closest he’d ever seen was when Dean drove him to the bus stop the night he left for Stanford. Dean having to hide from the Feds? Telling Bobby he didn’t want him to come looking for him at all? None of it made sense.
It made even less sense when he felt Dean’s hand on his back and he felt himself relax a little. This wasn’t Dean, not his Dean. Not yet. He needed to adjust to that because right now it was Cain and Cain wasn’t like him. Cain didn’t know about hunting and he didn’t know how to handle this sort of thing. He needed to keep an eye out on Cain. And Erin. They were both broken and he needed to find a way to fix them.
When he looked back at Cain he was smiling at Sam. Erin was wrapped in his arms and Sam didn’t think he’d ever seen him happier. He wanted to fall back into Cain’s arms, to let him sooth his unease with whispered words and soft lips and hands that knew him better than they should, but he had to take care of them now. Tony said they had the weekend before anyone would come for them and he needed to do what he could before there was an active hunt for them. Instead, he leaned down and brushed his lips over Cain’s. Cain tried to pull him in and Sam smiled, cupping his face in one hand before pulling back. “One more call Cain, then I’m all yours.”
Cain kissed the palm of his hand as he took it away and Sam took a deep breath, stealing himself to walk away. He had an FBI agent to call before he could figure out their next step.
The next step wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. The agent wanted to meet him and see the ‘dolls’ himself. Sam got a little upset about the term doll but as he listened to Ballard he realized that the term was used derogatively towards the Dollhouse but with concern and fear for the people themselves.
Ballard wanted Sam to drive to Los Angeles to meet them but Sam wasn’t about to give the former agent, or inactive agent or whatever they called it, the upper hand. He needed the information but he wasn’t about to turn his brother over when he’d had problem with the Fed’s before. Instead he said he’d meet the man in Monterey. It gave Sam plenty of time to get there, pick a place to stay and a good place to meet with Ballard. It was only an hour and a half drive for them, but for Ballard it was a good five hours.
Ballard agreed to it in the end and Sam said he’d call him with exact information when they got there. Tony had been more than happy to give Sam both Erin and Cain for the weekend considering what he’d already been told. Sam told him to lay low at the hotel for the weekend and that if he thought of anything else about the Dollhouse he should call. Tony nodded and Sam could tell his friend was freaked out by the whole thing.
He tried to let him off the hook. After all, if he hadn’t done this he’d have never known about Dean. If he hadn’t been so generous Sam would haven’t the means to do what he needed to do now. He hadn’t known what it was all about and they still didn’t really. It was only because Tony did this in the first place that he had a chance to save his brother from it.
Tony called for a rental car and Sam had Cain in the passenger side and Erin riding in the back, sitting forward and smiling and laughing the whole way. Tony told her it was Sam’s weekend and that he wanted to take off on a little adventure. She was thrilled at the idea and Cain had just wrapped a hand in her hair again, tugging her against his chest as he smiled warmly at Sam.
The drive to Monterey had been beautiful and they stopped for lunch when they got into the city. Sam wasn’t sure if they should be in public or not, but he knew what would happen if he took the two of them back to a hotel right now with all that time to kill and the last thing he needed was to spend this time in bed, as opposed to figuring out the right move.
In the end, he decided that meeting at the aquarium was the best bet and he called Ballard and set up a time for the next morning. Ballard wasn’t happy with the delay and neither was Sam really, but he didn’t want to meet the agent where he couldn’t watch him and giving their hotel away was a bad idea all the way around.
After lunch the three of them took a walk to the aquarium and then around Cannery Row. Erin seemed to love it and Cain smiled indulgently at her. Sam bought her anything she wanted since Tony was footing the bill. That half her purchases were for Cain might have had something to do with it as well.
They made it back from shopping and Cain threw their bags on the bed before throwing himself back on it. Before he could stop himself or think better of it, Sam was on top of him, straddling his hips as he leaned over. Cain reached up to meet him, lips crashing into one another.
He felt Erin’s hands on his back, felt her lips against the nape of his neck and he moaned at the dual sensation. She was unbuttoning his shirt and he felt it slide off as her fingers danced over his flesh. “Come on.” She said, pulling Sam off of Cain. “You are taking us out to dinner.” She informed him. “Which means we all need to get cleaned up. Shower. Now.”
Sam looked at Cain and smiled. “She always this bossy?”
“I’d do what the lady suggests.” He was about to make a smart ass comment when Cain was standing in his space again, his hands reaching for Sam’s belt. “She’s got some really good ideas…” he bit at Sam’s collarbone “for taking care of things…” he bit at Sam’s bottom lip “in the shower.”
Sam let himself be led into the bathroom then. The water was already running warm and he found Erin inside, waiting. He didn’t know where Cain had disappeared to but by the time the other man made it into the shower Sam had Erin against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. Cain came up behind him, his hands gliding over wet skin. He pressed his body forward and Sam felt his hard length against his ass. “God yeah…” he moaned into Erin’s skin.
He felt Cain’s fingers playing at the crease of his ass then, felt them slide between his cheeks and rub at his opening, teasing and playing until Sam felt he was ready to explode. When Cain finally thrust a finger in, Sam pushed hard into Erin. She laughed, her voice wild and free as he learned this new rhythm between them. It didn’t take long until Cain was pushing into his body, his cock filling Sam, pushing him deeper inside Erin’s body. She welcomed the both of them, ran fingers over Cain’s arms as she kissed marks into Sam’s skin. When he came he almost fell to the intensity of it but Cain was there, holding him up, pushing him forward so that Erin was still trapped between them and the wall.
When her feet hit the floor, Cain thrust back into Sam again, this time taking his leisure as he fucked into him. It was the hottest thing he’d ever felt, Erin in front of him and Cain behind, both focused on him and his needs. He’d never felt so cared for in his life and when Cain finally came inside him, he’d never felt so safe or loved either.
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