Memories Forgotten, Part IV
Paul showed up at a quarter to eight dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and looking far more comfortable than he had earlier. Sam wasn’t sure if that was good or not, but he didn’t really care. He’d said his good-byes in his own way without ever saying it, knowing that neither Cain nor Erin would understand. Oh, he could say it was because their weekend was almost over but he doubted either of them would believe it.
He still wasn’t sure what they’d say when he showed them to the other room. He’d ordered another room, taking the one next to them and making his preparations in there while Erin and Cain had taken another nap that afternoon. Everything was set up, the protective runes and necessary enchantments had been set in salt and chalk.
He took a deep breath as Erin and Cain looked at him from their seats around the table. He didn’t know how to explain it and he’d already decided that it wouldn’t help to tell them what he was really doing. Instead he smiled. “I have something… a game … I wanted to play tonight. Do you trust me?” He asked.
“Of course.” Cain said instantly. Sam wanted to kiss him but he figured that if this really worked he didn’t need to have Dean remembering that so quickly. If he remembered any of it.
He held a blindfold out and Erin came up to him, letting him wrap it over her eyes and tie it in place. He handed her off to Paul who looked just as confused as Cain did. “I’d never hurt you.” Sam said to Cain. Paul made a noise beside him and there was something in his eyes then, something passing between them like a sense of camaraderie that had been lacking since he’d told Paul he could do this.
Cain nodded. “I know Sammy.”
He turned around and Sam put the blindfold over his eyes and pressed a kiss into his hair as he tied it.
He took Cain’s hand and opened the door to make sure the hallway was clear. He led them all to the room next door and shook his head when it looked like Paul was going to say something. He led Cain into the center of the designs and sat him down then took Erin and sat her next to Cain. Her hand reached for Cain’s and Sam watched him take it, watched as his thumb stroked over the back of her hand in a soothing gesture.
He had the herbs crushed already and the solitary candle was quickly lit. He opened his journal to the right page and took a deep breath. “This part will be over in a minute and then we’ll be on to the fun part, I promise.”
“What is this?” Erin asked.
“It’s… a cleaning ritual. It’s supposed to make you clean of spirit.”
“You didn’t seem like the new age type.” Cain said with a smirk.
“It’s just for fun so shut up and enjoy the blindfold.” Sam said. He was half afraid of what he was saying and half hard because he knew without a doubt that if he was doing this as just a game that both Cain and Erin would have indulged him and been active participants. He had some rather clear images of what would happen once he crossed into that circle and started to touch one of his blindfolded lovers.
He took a deep breath and looked away from them, leaving Paul in the dark as well. When he started speaking the words rolled off his tongue and he felt the power in them. He knew it was a real spell; something old and strong seemed to breathe through him as he continued. Cain sat up straighter as if he could feel it as well. He wondered at that, wondered if somehow Dean’s muscle memory included the feel of power.
He called down the spell, calling the memories back into Dean and Caroline’s bodies, calling their spirits, their true selves to awaken. When the words were done he tipped the candle into the bowl of herbs and the there was a sharp blast in the room that blew hard enough to send Sam back into the wall.
Paul was looking at him like he was crazy. Erin was cradled in Cain’s arms but as Sam straightened himself up he saw Cain pull the blindfold off. He murmured a quick “It’s all right.” To the woman in his arms and then pulled away from her. She watched, her eyes wide and frightened and Sam wondered if he was seeing Caroline for the first time.
“Cain?” He asked as the other man came closer to him.
He didn’t see it coming and since he was already off balance when the fist hit him he crumbled to the floor. He looked up, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand to see the anger simmering in those too green eyes.
“Hey Dean.” He said in a voice that was remarkable steady considering there was nothing steady in him at the moment.
“Sammy.”
Dean held a hand out to him and Sam took it, letting Dean pull him up off the floor.
“Who are you?” Paul asked as he watched Sam and Dean.
Caroline sat on the floor still in the circle, her arms wrapped around her knees but watching them warily. Dean ignored the men but crouched down beside her. “I’m Dean.”
She took a deep breath. “Caroline.”
Dean smiled slightly and brushed his hand over the back of her cheek. “Much better than Erin.” He said. She let him pull her up to her feet and when she stumbled slightly he pulled her into his chest, letting her rest against him.
Sam could see the steel in her, could see it as she built herself back up as he watched. Her breathing slowed and her spine straightened. When she pulled away from him she was looking for something more from Dean. He nodded. “Much better than Echo.”
She smiled then. “Much better than Charlie. Though I don’t know, Cain was kind of fun.”
Dean smiled at her but when his eyes glanced over at Sam there was something hard and cold there that he had never associated with his brother. He kissed the top of Caroline’s head and smiled down at her. “Just wait until you get used to Dean.”
She looked back at Sam and her eyes were a little wide. “You know each other. You …”
“Sam and I go way back.” Dean said and there was a little relief because Dean obviously wasn’t going to throw out the whole brothers’ issue in the middle of this. He was sure the other two were curious about the punch but they hadn’t said anything yet. “How did you get our memories back?” He asked, the hostility dialed down as they got through to the facts.
“Bobby. He found a spell that would restore the memories.”
“We weren’t ever supposed to remember all of it.” Dean said.
Sam swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and wished there had been a way to just take away the last day or two. “Bobby wasn’t sure if you’d remember just… the parts that were you… or if you’d remember everything.”
Dean nodded. “Everything. I remember treatments and being in the chair. I remember my handlers and the jobs I was called out on.” He looked down at Caroline. “You?”
She nodded. “I remember you.” She said, looking over at Paul. “You were trying to help me.”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, I was. I wanted to get you out of there. I wanted to help you get away from them.”
Caroline nodded then, her knees going out from under her and Dean was there, helping her over to one of the beds. “It’s alright Caroline.” He said, his hands running to the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer to him. She let him and Dean just rocked her slightly. “Tell you what.” He said into her hair. “Tonight Sammy is buying us the biggest fucking steaks he can find. Not a salad in sight.”
She shook slightly at his words and it took a minute for Sam to realize she was laughing at that. He wanted to go over and wrap his arms around her, to try to comfort her but he didn’t think it’d help any.
He saw Dean look up at him then and nod to the other room. “Sam, I think you owe us dinner.”
“Dean?”
“We’ll be over in a few minutes Sam.”
He had to trust to that. Dean had never broken trust with Sam and no matter how Sam might have fucked that up this weekend, he knew Dean never would.
He walked into the other room with Paul right behind him.
“How the hell did you do that?”
“You saw it. Either believe or don’t.”
“That… you’re saying… magic?”
“Yeah, I’m saying.”
He was about to pick up the phone to order room service when his cell phone rang. It was Tony and he was on his way to their hotel. Sam placed the order with room service and took a deep breath. It was going to be a long night. And when everyone left for the night, he had a feeling it was going to be even longer.
“So you don’t know where they are either?”
Tony shook his head. “You tell them the when and where and they supply the people. It’s not like you go shopping, pick them off the rack, and go your merry way with them. This place has a lot of security and they like to keep things quiet.”
“So then how do we figure this out?”
“You don’t.” Dean said from the doorway. Caroline’s eyes went wide when she saw Tony but she didn’t step back. She walked in past Dean and went to sit on the bed behind Sam. Dean took the only empty chair at the table and Sam felt a little relieved as the two of them were close enough to touch.
“We can’t let this go on.” Paul said with a shake of his head. “There has to be a way.”
“Stop.” Sam said to Paul. He knew his brother and he watched as Dean stood again, pacing the room. “How long did you have us for Tony?” Dean asked.
“Um… tonight. Midnight.”
“Shit.” Dean nodded though as if he was putting that into the equation in his head. “So we’ve got two hours to figure this out.”
“Two hours until what?” Sam asked.
“Two hours until Boyd and Taylor come to take us to treatment.”
Caroline gasped and Dean looked at her, their eyes meeting for a moment before she took a deep breath and nodded.
“Dean, no. I just got you back.”
Dean snorted. “Really? We’re you really looking Sammy?” He plowed on without waiting for an answer though and Sam was grateful because there was no real answer for that. “We’ll go back in. There’s got to be a way to track us, right?”
“But they’ll erase our memories again.”
“No, it shouldn’t.” Sam said as he understood where Dean was going with this. “The protective aspect of the spell should keep anything from being able to take those memories again.”
“Can you track us?”
Sam cocked his head for a minute. “Dean…”
“I don’t see Dad here to worry about it Sam. Can you scry me or not?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve tried Dean.”
“Hope you still got it because I don’t see any other choice here.”
“What are you talking about?” Tony asked, his eyes wider than Sam had ever seen them.
Sam sighed. “Scrying is a form of divination. I’ve used it before when Dean was in trouble.”
“Can you really do it to track them now?” Paul asked. He was still skeptical but in face of what he’d already seen he was giving Sam the benefit of the doubt.
“If I have to, I should be able to. I’d prefer not to though.”
“Why?”
Sam looked up at Dean and shook his head. “I don’t like trusting in magic. If something is blocking me, if there’s a powerful witch or something like that in the area then it might interfere.”
“Are you serious?” Tony asked.
“We’ll work this through Sam, then it’s time to start practicing.”
Sam nodded. “Alright. So what’s the plan?”
“Caroline and I…” He looked back at her. “Echo and I will go back to the house. We’ll just pretend to be what they want us to be. When they put us in the pods, we’ll get up and come let you in.”
“Pods?”
“It’s okay Sam. It’s just where we sleep.”
“Alright. So we get you in and then you’ll let us in.”
“Are you sure you can get through their security?” Paul asked Dean.
Dean cocked his head slightly, giving his best smile. “They think they got Charlie. They won’t know what hit them when Dean shows up.”
Sam let out a small laugh and when Dean looked at him it was full of cocky amusement. “We haven’t met a building Dean couldn’t charm or break his way in or out of.”
“Really?” Paul asked. “That have anything to do with our earlier agreement?”
Sam shook his head. “No, Dean wouldn’t get caught in a simple breaking and entering.”
Paul looked at Dean and shook his head. “You’re sure about this? These people, we know they’re willing to go a long way to keep their secrets. No one would fault you for backing out and trying to run from it now.”
Dean looked at him for a second and then laughed. “There might be a few things I’m afraid of, but a skinny assed computer geek and a bunch of I-don’t-wanna-care-handlers aren’t anything to be afraid of.”
Sam could see the curiosity in Paul’s eyes but before he could ask Dean turned back to Sam. “So we get you guys in and we find the head honchos and take them down. Anything else to discuss?”
Sam wanted to laugh at Dean’s direct nature. When you were dealing with the Supernatural there were a lot of hunts that were just that straight forward. He knew Paul wanted to talk more but Dean and Caroline didn’t need all the details just yet and Sam knew there was something else that he had to do before it came to that. “Go get lost Dean.” Sam said, reaching for the paper on the desk and grabbing for a pen. “Give me twenty before you come back.”
Dean nodded and walked out.
“Where’s he going?” Caroline asked as she moved closer to Sam.
“I need to be able to scry for him and I’m out of practice. So now, we’re playing hide and seek.”
It took three attempts to find him. The last two times he got it within just a few minutes though and he’d handed his map over to Paul who had followed it to the waiting man. Paul seemed impressed but still a little skeptical. “If you can do that why can’t people do that for missing persons?” He asked.
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know that someone else couldn’t but I’ve tried for other things. I can only find Dean.”
“Why?”
“Familiarity maybe. Need maybe. It’s not really something I advertised I could do. I only did it a few times because there was no other way.”
“But you said you had just found him. If you could do this all along-” There was a knock at the door and they all looked up. He saw Caroline take a deep breath and Dean stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm over her shoulder. She relaxed a little. “Come on Erin, let’s put on a show.”
He didn’t meet Sam’s eyes as he pressed her back down onto the bed. Paul hid in the bathroom and Tony stayed at the table, watching Sam as he moved to the door. He opened it and cocked his head to one side.
“Yes?”
“Good evening sir. I’m here to pick up Erin.” The voice was pleasant enough and the African-American gentleman seemed to be professional and polite. It made Sam want to punch him but he didn’t react to it, just stepped back to let him in.
He nodded as the man passed and to the older gentleman who followed right behind him. They both came in and walked to the bed. The older gentlemen held a hand out to Dean and smiled. “Are you ready for your treatment?” He asked. Dean nodded. “Yeah I am.”
Caroline was asked the same thing by the other man and she agreed. When she came up to Sam her smiled was pure Erin and he felt a rush of sadness at the façade and that it was one to begin with. “You ever want another adventure, you boys be sure to call us.” She said with an outrageous wink.
Sam coughed to cover a small laugh but then Dean was in front of him, the look in his eyes flirtatious and the hand he placed on Sam’s chest pushed him back into the wall. “Next time, be ready for more than a weekend.” He said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in and bit at Sam’s bottom lip.
When he backed up, there was a swagger in his step and a wide smile as he wrapped an arm around Caroline’s shoulder and ushered her out into the hall.
The two men watched and it was the first man who cleared his throat. “Glad you enjoyed your weekend sir. If you’ll excuse us.”
They were out the door and Sam sagged against the wall for a second.
“I didn’t get a feeling from Dean that you two were-”
“We’re not.”
“That was-”
“That was Dean and Dean is a damn fine actor when he needs to be.”
“That was-”
“I told you. Complicated.”
Paul nodded. “Alright then. Let’s go.”
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He still wasn’t sure what they’d say when he showed them to the other room. He’d ordered another room, taking the one next to them and making his preparations in there while Erin and Cain had taken another nap that afternoon. Everything was set up, the protective runes and necessary enchantments had been set in salt and chalk.
He took a deep breath as Erin and Cain looked at him from their seats around the table. He didn’t know how to explain it and he’d already decided that it wouldn’t help to tell them what he was really doing. Instead he smiled. “I have something… a game … I wanted to play tonight. Do you trust me?” He asked.
“Of course.” Cain said instantly. Sam wanted to kiss him but he figured that if this really worked he didn’t need to have Dean remembering that so quickly. If he remembered any of it.
He held a blindfold out and Erin came up to him, letting him wrap it over her eyes and tie it in place. He handed her off to Paul who looked just as confused as Cain did. “I’d never hurt you.” Sam said to Cain. Paul made a noise beside him and there was something in his eyes then, something passing between them like a sense of camaraderie that had been lacking since he’d told Paul he could do this.
Cain nodded. “I know Sammy.”
He turned around and Sam put the blindfold over his eyes and pressed a kiss into his hair as he tied it.
He took Cain’s hand and opened the door to make sure the hallway was clear. He led them all to the room next door and shook his head when it looked like Paul was going to say something. He led Cain into the center of the designs and sat him down then took Erin and sat her next to Cain. Her hand reached for Cain’s and Sam watched him take it, watched as his thumb stroked over the back of her hand in a soothing gesture.
He had the herbs crushed already and the solitary candle was quickly lit. He opened his journal to the right page and took a deep breath. “This part will be over in a minute and then we’ll be on to the fun part, I promise.”
“What is this?” Erin asked.
“It’s… a cleaning ritual. It’s supposed to make you clean of spirit.”
“You didn’t seem like the new age type.” Cain said with a smirk.
“It’s just for fun so shut up and enjoy the blindfold.” Sam said. He was half afraid of what he was saying and half hard because he knew without a doubt that if he was doing this as just a game that both Cain and Erin would have indulged him and been active participants. He had some rather clear images of what would happen once he crossed into that circle and started to touch one of his blindfolded lovers.
He took a deep breath and looked away from them, leaving Paul in the dark as well. When he started speaking the words rolled off his tongue and he felt the power in them. He knew it was a real spell; something old and strong seemed to breathe through him as he continued. Cain sat up straighter as if he could feel it as well. He wondered at that, wondered if somehow Dean’s muscle memory included the feel of power.
He called down the spell, calling the memories back into Dean and Caroline’s bodies, calling their spirits, their true selves to awaken. When the words were done he tipped the candle into the bowl of herbs and the there was a sharp blast in the room that blew hard enough to send Sam back into the wall.
Paul was looking at him like he was crazy. Erin was cradled in Cain’s arms but as Sam straightened himself up he saw Cain pull the blindfold off. He murmured a quick “It’s all right.” To the woman in his arms and then pulled away from her. She watched, her eyes wide and frightened and Sam wondered if he was seeing Caroline for the first time.
“Cain?” He asked as the other man came closer to him.
He didn’t see it coming and since he was already off balance when the fist hit him he crumbled to the floor. He looked up, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand to see the anger simmering in those too green eyes.
“Hey Dean.” He said in a voice that was remarkable steady considering there was nothing steady in him at the moment.
“Sammy.”
Dean held a hand out to him and Sam took it, letting Dean pull him up off the floor.
“Who are you?” Paul asked as he watched Sam and Dean.
Caroline sat on the floor still in the circle, her arms wrapped around her knees but watching them warily. Dean ignored the men but crouched down beside her. “I’m Dean.”
She took a deep breath. “Caroline.”
Dean smiled slightly and brushed his hand over the back of her cheek. “Much better than Erin.” He said. She let him pull her up to her feet and when she stumbled slightly he pulled her into his chest, letting her rest against him.
Sam could see the steel in her, could see it as she built herself back up as he watched. Her breathing slowed and her spine straightened. When she pulled away from him she was looking for something more from Dean. He nodded. “Much better than Echo.”
She smiled then. “Much better than Charlie. Though I don’t know, Cain was kind of fun.”
Dean smiled at her but when his eyes glanced over at Sam there was something hard and cold there that he had never associated with his brother. He kissed the top of Caroline’s head and smiled down at her. “Just wait until you get used to Dean.”
She looked back at Sam and her eyes were a little wide. “You know each other. You …”
“Sam and I go way back.” Dean said and there was a little relief because Dean obviously wasn’t going to throw out the whole brothers’ issue in the middle of this. He was sure the other two were curious about the punch but they hadn’t said anything yet. “How did you get our memories back?” He asked, the hostility dialed down as they got through to the facts.
“Bobby. He found a spell that would restore the memories.”
“We weren’t ever supposed to remember all of it.” Dean said.
Sam swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and wished there had been a way to just take away the last day or two. “Bobby wasn’t sure if you’d remember just… the parts that were you… or if you’d remember everything.”
Dean nodded. “Everything. I remember treatments and being in the chair. I remember my handlers and the jobs I was called out on.” He looked down at Caroline. “You?”
She nodded. “I remember you.” She said, looking over at Paul. “You were trying to help me.”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, I was. I wanted to get you out of there. I wanted to help you get away from them.”
Caroline nodded then, her knees going out from under her and Dean was there, helping her over to one of the beds. “It’s alright Caroline.” He said, his hands running to the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer to him. She let him and Dean just rocked her slightly. “Tell you what.” He said into her hair. “Tonight Sammy is buying us the biggest fucking steaks he can find. Not a salad in sight.”
She shook slightly at his words and it took a minute for Sam to realize she was laughing at that. He wanted to go over and wrap his arms around her, to try to comfort her but he didn’t think it’d help any.
He saw Dean look up at him then and nod to the other room. “Sam, I think you owe us dinner.”
“Dean?”
“We’ll be over in a few minutes Sam.”
He had to trust to that. Dean had never broken trust with Sam and no matter how Sam might have fucked that up this weekend, he knew Dean never would.
He walked into the other room with Paul right behind him.
“How the hell did you do that?”
“You saw it. Either believe or don’t.”
“That… you’re saying… magic?”
“Yeah, I’m saying.”
He was about to pick up the phone to order room service when his cell phone rang. It was Tony and he was on his way to their hotel. Sam placed the order with room service and took a deep breath. It was going to be a long night. And when everyone left for the night, he had a feeling it was going to be even longer.
“So you don’t know where they are either?”
Tony shook his head. “You tell them the when and where and they supply the people. It’s not like you go shopping, pick them off the rack, and go your merry way with them. This place has a lot of security and they like to keep things quiet.”
“So then how do we figure this out?”
“You don’t.” Dean said from the doorway. Caroline’s eyes went wide when she saw Tony but she didn’t step back. She walked in past Dean and went to sit on the bed behind Sam. Dean took the only empty chair at the table and Sam felt a little relieved as the two of them were close enough to touch.
“We can’t let this go on.” Paul said with a shake of his head. “There has to be a way.”
“Stop.” Sam said to Paul. He knew his brother and he watched as Dean stood again, pacing the room. “How long did you have us for Tony?” Dean asked.
“Um… tonight. Midnight.”
“Shit.” Dean nodded though as if he was putting that into the equation in his head. “So we’ve got two hours to figure this out.”
“Two hours until what?” Sam asked.
“Two hours until Boyd and Taylor come to take us to treatment.”
Caroline gasped and Dean looked at her, their eyes meeting for a moment before she took a deep breath and nodded.
“Dean, no. I just got you back.”
Dean snorted. “Really? We’re you really looking Sammy?” He plowed on without waiting for an answer though and Sam was grateful because there was no real answer for that. “We’ll go back in. There’s got to be a way to track us, right?”
“But they’ll erase our memories again.”
“No, it shouldn’t.” Sam said as he understood where Dean was going with this. “The protective aspect of the spell should keep anything from being able to take those memories again.”
“Can you track us?”
Sam cocked his head for a minute. “Dean…”
“I don’t see Dad here to worry about it Sam. Can you scry me or not?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve tried Dean.”
“Hope you still got it because I don’t see any other choice here.”
“What are you talking about?” Tony asked, his eyes wider than Sam had ever seen them.
Sam sighed. “Scrying is a form of divination. I’ve used it before when Dean was in trouble.”
“Can you really do it to track them now?” Paul asked. He was still skeptical but in face of what he’d already seen he was giving Sam the benefit of the doubt.
“If I have to, I should be able to. I’d prefer not to though.”
“Why?”
Sam looked up at Dean and shook his head. “I don’t like trusting in magic. If something is blocking me, if there’s a powerful witch or something like that in the area then it might interfere.”
“Are you serious?” Tony asked.
“We’ll work this through Sam, then it’s time to start practicing.”
Sam nodded. “Alright. So what’s the plan?”
“Caroline and I…” He looked back at her. “Echo and I will go back to the house. We’ll just pretend to be what they want us to be. When they put us in the pods, we’ll get up and come let you in.”
“Pods?”
“It’s okay Sam. It’s just where we sleep.”
“Alright. So we get you in and then you’ll let us in.”
“Are you sure you can get through their security?” Paul asked Dean.
Dean cocked his head slightly, giving his best smile. “They think they got Charlie. They won’t know what hit them when Dean shows up.”
Sam let out a small laugh and when Dean looked at him it was full of cocky amusement. “We haven’t met a building Dean couldn’t charm or break his way in or out of.”
“Really?” Paul asked. “That have anything to do with our earlier agreement?”
Sam shook his head. “No, Dean wouldn’t get caught in a simple breaking and entering.”
Paul looked at Dean and shook his head. “You’re sure about this? These people, we know they’re willing to go a long way to keep their secrets. No one would fault you for backing out and trying to run from it now.”
Dean looked at him for a second and then laughed. “There might be a few things I’m afraid of, but a skinny assed computer geek and a bunch of I-don’t-wanna-care-handlers aren’t anything to be afraid of.”
Sam could see the curiosity in Paul’s eyes but before he could ask Dean turned back to Sam. “So we get you guys in and we find the head honchos and take them down. Anything else to discuss?”
Sam wanted to laugh at Dean’s direct nature. When you were dealing with the Supernatural there were a lot of hunts that were just that straight forward. He knew Paul wanted to talk more but Dean and Caroline didn’t need all the details just yet and Sam knew there was something else that he had to do before it came to that. “Go get lost Dean.” Sam said, reaching for the paper on the desk and grabbing for a pen. “Give me twenty before you come back.”
Dean nodded and walked out.
“Where’s he going?” Caroline asked as she moved closer to Sam.
“I need to be able to scry for him and I’m out of practice. So now, we’re playing hide and seek.”
It took three attempts to find him. The last two times he got it within just a few minutes though and he’d handed his map over to Paul who had followed it to the waiting man. Paul seemed impressed but still a little skeptical. “If you can do that why can’t people do that for missing persons?” He asked.
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know that someone else couldn’t but I’ve tried for other things. I can only find Dean.”
“Why?”
“Familiarity maybe. Need maybe. It’s not really something I advertised I could do. I only did it a few times because there was no other way.”
“But you said you had just found him. If you could do this all along-” There was a knock at the door and they all looked up. He saw Caroline take a deep breath and Dean stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm over her shoulder. She relaxed a little. “Come on Erin, let’s put on a show.”
He didn’t meet Sam’s eyes as he pressed her back down onto the bed. Paul hid in the bathroom and Tony stayed at the table, watching Sam as he moved to the door. He opened it and cocked his head to one side.
“Yes?”
“Good evening sir. I’m here to pick up Erin.” The voice was pleasant enough and the African-American gentleman seemed to be professional and polite. It made Sam want to punch him but he didn’t react to it, just stepped back to let him in.
He nodded as the man passed and to the older gentleman who followed right behind him. They both came in and walked to the bed. The older gentlemen held a hand out to Dean and smiled. “Are you ready for your treatment?” He asked. Dean nodded. “Yeah I am.”
Caroline was asked the same thing by the other man and she agreed. When she came up to Sam her smiled was pure Erin and he felt a rush of sadness at the façade and that it was one to begin with. “You ever want another adventure, you boys be sure to call us.” She said with an outrageous wink.
Sam coughed to cover a small laugh but then Dean was in front of him, the look in his eyes flirtatious and the hand he placed on Sam’s chest pushed him back into the wall. “Next time, be ready for more than a weekend.” He said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in and bit at Sam’s bottom lip.
When he backed up, there was a swagger in his step and a wide smile as he wrapped an arm around Caroline’s shoulder and ushered her out into the hall.
The two men watched and it was the first man who cleared his throat. “Glad you enjoyed your weekend sir. If you’ll excuse us.”
They were out the door and Sam sagged against the wall for a second.
“I didn’t get a feeling from Dean that you two were-”
“We’re not.”
“That was-”
“That was Dean and Dean is a damn fine actor when he needs to be.”
“That was-”
“I told you. Complicated.”
Paul nodded. “Alright then. Let’s go.”
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