Fic: Responsibility
Title: Responsibility
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 1607
Beta: akintay -thank you!
Summary: Even after hunting for years, Sam still sometimes does stupid things in churches.
A/N: Written for akintay , who asked for a fic based on the prompt ‘curse.’ akintay , I’m sorry that it’s taken so long for me to finish this - hope you like it!
Sam never liked it when hunts involved a church. He always felt like it was wrong telling lies to get inside and then completing whatever ritual needed doing. It was silly really, because he dug up graves all of the time and didn’t even think twice about it anymore. But it was different, actually being inside the building. Besides, their track record in churches wasn’t exactly unblemished.
He had said as much to Dean earlier in their motel room and Dean had laughed at him and told him to lighten up. But he couldn’t relax, especially with Dean wandering around the church, unashamedly laughing at various statues.
“The priest didn’t seem to know anything - I don’t think he’s involved.” He winced as Dean tripped over the carpet and knocked into a stack of prayer books. “I don’t think there’s anything here. We should go.”
Dean shook his head, “We’re not done yet, Sam. You just want to get out of here because churches give you the heebie-jeebies.” Face fixed in concentration, Dean reached out and prodded the arm of a particularly severe looking statue.
“You’re just - I wish you knew how it felt to be the responsible one for once.”
Dean took a step away from the statue. “Fine. You’re right - for once. I don’t think there’s anything here. Let’s go.”
He began to walk away towards the door, Sam following behind him, feeling relieved that they were going out into the fresh air at last.
“I wish we had been able to get parked a bit closer.” Dean turned to look at Sam. “You know I hate leaving my baby in strange places.”
“The car won’t have a scratch on it. See,” he pointed as the Impala came into view, “It’s fine.”
“She, Sammy, she.”
“It’s Sam.”
“Yeah, well she’s a she but you still keep calling her ‘it’.”
Dean pulled his seatbelt on as soon as they got into the Impala and turned to look at Sam, humming impatiently when he fumbled with his belt. Sam coughed under Dean’s gaze and clicked the belt into place, watched with his eyebrows raised as Dean checked the position of his mirrors before turning the key in the ignition.
“You want to go and eat somewhere?”
“No.” Dean shook his head. “We’re low on money - we should just buy a sandwich somewhere.” He waited until he had finished speaking before starting to back out of the parking space.
“Fine. Then we can hit the road, head onto the next hunt.”
“No we can’t. It’ll be rush hour. It makes a lot more sense to wait until tomorrow morning.”
He frowned, waiting for the punch line, and turned away to look out of the window when Dean didn’t elaborate.
“If I get us back to our room will you go out for the food?”
“Right. And you’re going to what? Sit and watch soaps?” He looked back at Dean as he felt the car slow down.
“No, actually. I’m going to do an inventory of our weapons, see what we need to stock up on. We’re here.”
“Right. Right, sorry. I’ll go now, I just - I won’t be long.”
“Take as long as you need to take, Sam. Just be safe.”
---
He realised that something was wrong as soon as he walked into the motel room. The salt lines were out, the guns resting on the table - nothing unusual there. But there was proper food - onions, peppers, some chicken portions - laid out on the bench and Dean was standing at the sink washing his hands furiously.
“Dean, what the hell are you doing?”
Dean spun around and splashed him in the face.
He shook his head, sending droplets of water off his hair and onto the floor. “Okay, what the-”
“Holy water.”
“What?” Taking a step closer to Dean, followed his brother’s eyes down to the salt line in the middle of the floor. “Okay, Dean, I-”
“I just had to check, Sammy, you never know what might happen.”
“And, this,” he gestured at the vegetables on the counter, “This is what? A joke?”
“No.” Dean turned back to face the counter, “This is dinner.”
“I’ve just brought food in. Besides, you don’t -”
“I know, but I figured we should try and be healthy - can’t live on takeout forever.”
Eyebrows raised, he reached over into the sink and got a handful of water, tipped it over Dean’s head and frowned when he didn’t flinch. As Dean began chopping vegetables, he settled back against the counter and tried to work out what had happened to his brother.
“Sam, go freshen up or something. You’re giving me the creeps watching me like that.”
“I’m creeping…okay, fine. Sure.”
---
Dinner had actually been, surprisingly, good. Sam wasn’t sure exactly where Dean had learnt to cook but whoever had taught him had taught him well, not that he would ever tell Dean that; the gloating would be unbearable.
“What do you want to do now?” Sam closed his laptop, having finished the research he was doing. “We could go and find a bar if you want.”
“Staying in sounds good to me.” Dean grinned. “We could watch a movie.”
“Watch a movie? Really?” He smirked.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Dean, you never just want to watch a movie; it always leads to something more. Not that I’m complaining. I just - we could just skip the movie part.” Already pulling his top off, Sam walked over to the bed and got in next to Dean.
“Sam.”
He rested his hand on Dean’s stomach, leaned down to nip and lick along his neck.
“Sam.”
“What?”
“I don’t think we should.”
Eyebrows raised, he pushed himself up off the bed slightly, “What? Why not?”
Dean shrugged, “The walls are very thin.”
Groaning, Sam rolled over onto his side and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t - that’s never bothered you before.”
“There might be kids in the next room, Sammy. I mean, remember when we were young and had to listen to that kind of thing?”
“Dean-”
“Look, Sam, it’s just not the responsible thing to do, okay?” Even as he said it, Dean’s eyes widened almost comically. “What the - I don’t say things like that.”
“You’ve been saying and doing things like that all day.” And it hadn’t really bothered him that much until now; he had thought Dean was just going through an over-protective day. But Dean never turned down sex, ever. Something was wrong.
Dean bit his lip and then turned onto his side facing Sam. “Okay, let’s - we can have sex. Just try and be quiet.”
It was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But he could feel Dean’s hands on his stomach, his chest, cupping him through his jeans and just because Dean needed them to be quiet, it didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun. Smirking, he shifted so that he was on top of Dean again, used his elbows to support most of his weight as he pressed his lips to Dean’s. He felt Dean move underneath him and he fumbled with the zipper of his own jeans, only stopping when he realised that Dean had frozen.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“The bed creaked.”
“You’re not being serious.”
“Sam, it’s the-”
“Responsible thing to do. Yeah, you said. I don’t want to be responsible.”
Dean shook his head. “Yeah? Well I do.”
And that was the problem. Dean had been acting responsible all day and he was missing his brother; the one who did stupid things with hearts, the one who ran headlong into things without stopping to think, the one who had loud, frantic sex without caring who heard. Closing his eyes, he thought back over the day, trying to pinpoint when it had all started and swore.
“What?” Dean looked alarmed now, as though he couldn’t quite work out why he was acting the way he was.
“Dean, don’t be mad.”
“Why would I be-”
“I think I cursed you.”
---
“There’s no freaking way I’m breaking into a church, Sam.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“It’s a stupid thing to do and I’m not going to. You shouldn’t, either. Just wait until morning when it’s actually open.”
“Right, yeah. Because I can destroy a statue in the middle of the church in front of everyone. Sound plan, Dean.”
“I’m not coming in with you.”
“Fine, you wait out here, then.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, alone, Dean. I’m sure you’ll live.”
“I’m going to go back and wait in the car.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. And don’t complain, this is your fault anyway. Saying things like that in a church.”
“Oh, just go and wait in the car.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
---
Sam pulled the church door shut behind him and sighed. For once, things had gone right and the statue was destroyed. He looked towards the Impala and grinned when he saw Dean leaning casually against the hood. Walking towards him, Sam looked for any signs of anxiety and relaxed when he saw that Dean looked calm.
“It’s done, right? Because if it’s not, responsible me is stupid.”
“It’s done.”
Dean nodded, “Good. Try not to say stupid things next to creepy statues in future.”
“Yeah, funny.”
“Hey, Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“You know in the motel room when we realised?”
“I do.”
“Well, we could try that again if you wanted.”
“Here?”
“The backseat of my baby hardly ever gets used anymore.”
He took a step forward so that he could feel Dean’s breath ghosting on his face, leaned in and scraped his teeth down Dean’s neck and then stood back. “Now that, that’s not really the responsible thing to do, Dean.”