Devour

Beta:Kiraynn

Pairing: Dean/Sam

Notes: Kind of an AU from the end of season two, since the story takes a different path from the season three.

Chapter one

Merced – California.

Sam frowned. The hands slid through his wet skin in a firm, sensual way, making shivers dance on his body. He stared at the blond head that was currently pressing heated kisses to his stomach. The person looked up, bright eyes staring back at him with tenderness.

"Sam?"

The brunet opened his eyes and sat up quickly, his breathing fast and harsh from waking up so suddenly. The weight on the bed could only belong to one person.

"Dean?"

"Are you okay?" asked the blond, touching his shoulder. "You looked like you were having a nightmare."

The youngest Winchester passed his hand over his forehead, drenched in sweat. He blinked, the last vestiges of sleep disappearing as he felt the first rays of sunrise entering the window.

"Something strange, I think." he said at last. The dream was nothing more than a blur.

"Strange? You never dream with anything strange Sammy," commented Dean with a sardonic smile. He tightened his hold on his brother for a few seconds before getting up. "But since you're already awake, let's get to work."

The brunet smiled at those words and threw the blankets aside, leaving the bed and going to the bathroom, still kind of asleep. He splashed some cold water on his face.

A kiss. Hot, hard and wet. His mouth tingled with the act and he knew he could never kiss anyone else again.

Sam looked up with wide eyes, facing himself the mirror. What was that? He touched his mouth with his fingertips and frowned.

"Sam? Finish your make-up and get your ass down here!"

"Very funny Dean," the brunet opened the bathroom's door and laughed sarcastically to his brother.

"Thanks, I try," answered the blond without missing a beat. "Here, I brought breakfast."

Sam sat down next to Dean and grabbed the plastic cup. He blew before sipping the black, sugary liquid.

"What do we have?"

"Three victims in the last two months, all hunters according to Bobby. Slit throats. No clue or trace of human killers."

"And supernatural killers?"

"I'm glad you asked," answered Dean. "Bobby found traces of sulfur."

Sam took another sip of his coffee. "I wonder if it is the demons that were unleashed?"

"There's only one way to find out," the oldest said, getting up. "Bobby got a clue and it leads to...Palo Alto."

The brunet faced his brother as soon as he heard those words. He put the plastic cup on the table with a sigh.

"It's alright. It's not as if I wouldn't pass through there one day."

He saw as his older brother comb his short hair with his fingers, a gesture that left Sam apprehensive. Every time Dean raised his walls he did that.

"Finish putting your clothes on, Sam. We leave in fifteen minutes."

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Palo Alto – California.

Strangely enough, it didn't hurt anymore to come to that place. Really, time could cure everything. Sam smiled lightly as his eyes observed Stanford in all its glory.

"Missed it?"

The young one looked at his brother beside him. The weather was hot in the last days and Dean abandoned the leather jacket for now, wearing just a jean shirt. It was kind of strange seeing him dressed like that.

"Earth to Sam. Still going to daydream like that or are you going to help me in the research?"

The brunet rolled his eyes and started walking, followed by Dean. Using one of their various lies, they got the permission to access the newspapers in the area and especially the ones related to police reports. It was so easy that it was funny.

The Winchester brothers spent the whole afternoon getting facts and soon they found the two murder cases that were in the same pattern described by Bobby.

"All the murders occurred in a bar near here. They occurred around midnight and look at that..."

"Hunters?" whispered Dean in a low voice.

"Bingo."

"That means we're going to make a little visit to the bar tonight," commented the blond with a large smile.

"Yeah, we will. To work," said Sam before Dean could get any other ideas.

"You always ruin everything. Always," mumbled the blond as he crossed his arms.

The young Winchester smiled at the childish act and it made him feel older than he really was.

The rain was falling hard on their bodies and the tree they were beneath wasn't protecting them from anything. Sam gasped, feeling the hard wood scraping his back as he was pressed against it. He hugged the body in front of him tightly, drowning himself on that kiss, their wet bodies pressed even closer.

"Sam!"

The brunete opened his eyes with a gasp. He saw Dean and some other people above him. He sat up on the floor and stood with some help from his brother.

"What happened?"

"We were talking when you started moaning in pain and passed out."

Sam frowned. The vision was nothing more than a blur by now, but the sensation that was left was still there. He arranged his jacket and followed Dean out of the library. The sun was setting in the horizon.

"Right. Now tell me what you saw."

The brunet looked at his brother. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Sam! Every time you have a fit like this it's that mind thingy and..."

"Mind thingy?" asked Sam with a smile.

"You know what I mean. Anyway come on, tell me what you saw."

"And since when do I have to tell you everything?"

"Since everything you see in those visions comes true!"

"Okay, okay, I got it. The problem is that I don't remember."

"What?"

"I don't remember!" Sam sighed. "I've had these visions for a few days now. Some of them are fragments, others just leave sensations."

"Right. And the ones you remember are about what?"

Sam looked away. "I don't wanna talk about it."

The oldest Winchester smirked. "That's my boy, Sammy. Having erotic visions? Ah, I knew you were still human."

Sam was certain he was blushing hard. Why did Dean have to be that way all the time?

"Jerk." he mumbled, pissed.

"Bitch," replied Dean without missing a beat. He gave Sam's back a small pat. "Come on, we gotta get ready for tonight, little brother."

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He knew that Dean took his job very seriously, but there were the little moments where he doubted that. Moments like this one.

"What's your problem, Sammy?"

The voice in his ear caught him by surprise. Sam almost jumped from his seat, hearing him laugh loudly. The blond rested his chin on the pool stick he was holding.

"That's better. Cheer up Sammy, it's a bar!"

The brunet rolled his eyes, getting back to the Latin book he brought with him. He took a swallow from his beer and was already concentrating on the book again when he heard a whisper.

"She's here."

Looking up he found the source of the voice. It belonged to a couple of men seated on the table in front of him. They were speaking softly, but strangely enough Sam could hear them. He looked in the same direction that they were looking and saw the person they were watching. A young woman, in her twenties from her looks, was waiting for her beer and resting against the counter.

"Are you sure it's her?"

"The description matches."

"But what if Jimmy was wrong?"

"Has he ever gotten it wrong?"

Sam looked back to his book, thinking about those words. He got up to call his brother and watched as he was taking his last shot on the game, leaning against the table his jeans molding his body.

That was one thing that Sam had noticing for some time now. Since he learned that Dean had only one year left. It was the little things: the freckles around his green eyes, his broad back; how Dean seemed like he had a hole in the place of his stomach and no sensibility at all. How children loved him, even if he didn't know what to do with them. How he could make a promise, give a piece of hope to anyone that they would help.

He knew all that since forever. But now, these little things had become so important...like he should memorize them before...it was too late.

"Sam? Sammy, what is it?"

The brunet stared at his older brother and blinked. That was another thing: any time that Dean was worried he would call him by his nickname. The young man slid his hands through his hair and smiled lightly, trying to hide his thoughts.

"Look at that girl in the bar," he paused, "and before you think anything nasty...I think she is our target."

"Are you sure?" asked Dean, using his professional tone of voice.

Staying discreet, Sam inclined his head towards the two men at the table next to them. "They're hunters."

Dean nodded his agreement. They could recognize the type from miles away.

"They were talking about the girl being who they were looking for. I don't remember any other case in the area. Do you?"

The blond smirked and clapped him on his back. "That's why you are the genius of the family." He spotted the two men get up. "Come on, let's follow them."

Sam just nodded and went back to his table, grabbing his book and following his brother outside the bar. They saw both men a little farther away following someone. Probably the girl. Dean got his gun from the back of his jeans. They approached the point where they saw both men turn a corner and then the blond pointed his gun. His eyes widened.

"Holy shit."

The young girl was facing the floor with a knife on her hand. Her body was drenched in blood. Both men were on the floor, their throats split open. She looked up and faced them with a calm look.

"Dean Winchester, I suppose?"

Sam got closer and pointed his gun as well.

She laughed. "And you must be Sam Winchester. It's really a pleasure to meet you boys."

"Who are you? What are you?" Dean asked coldly.

She sighed and passed her fingers over her face, cleaning off the blood. It didn't help that much.

"My name is Nicole. I'm a witch....a wicca of sorts."

The youngest Winchester frowned. "You're a… what?"

The girl smiled openly, as if she didn't heard the question. "You're quite famous, Winchester brothers. And I knew you were coming after me."

Their eyes widened.

TBC