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 two"How do I know you're not lying?" Dean asked seriously, his bright eyes looking at the bodies on the floor before facing her again. "These bodies say a lot of stuff about you and it's nothing good."
Nicole smiled. "Did you never kill someone to survive?" she stared at him skeptically. "I bet if someone threatened Sam's life, you wouldn't think twice." As the blond hesitated, she laughed. "Ah...I bet you already did that!"
Sam's grip on the gun firmed, "and what about the traces of sulfur?"
She took a mini velvet bag from her waist and threw it at him. "It distracts everybody, doesn't it? But there's always some hunters that are smarter...like these two."
"If you're that innocent, why were they coming after you?"
Nicole put both hands on her waist, reminding them of an angry teacher. "Have you ever found a witch that was good and nice? Not that I go out there eating little children, but they believe I do."
Dean lowered his gun and put it behind him in the waistband of his jeans. He took the bag from Sam's hands and smelled it. Yes, it was definitely sulfur. "Okay. Let's say we believe you. Now, how did you know we were coming after you?"
Nicole shrugged. "Feminine intuition," she smiled again, "like all the other hunters, you would come after any trace of demon activity because of the war that's about to begin."
"And what makes you think that we couldn't kill you, just like every other hunter has tried?" asked Sam.
"You are not like them," she approached, "and you will help me. I saw that."
"Saw?"
"You're not the only one with abilities, Sam."
Dean raised his hand. "Okay, let's just stop right there. Even if you do have abilities, or whatever, who said we're going to help you?"
"You don't want any more hunters killed, do you?" she crossed her arms, "and I won't let them kill me if they continue to hunt me down."
"You bitc--"
"Calm down, Dean," Sam stopped his brother from finishing the sentence then sighed. "Okay, and how we're going to help you?"
She smiled, seemingly satisfied. "Simple. All I want is to be taken to the frontier of Mexico."
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Dean grunted, his hands tightening against the wheel for a moment before he forced himself to relax, not wanting to damage any part of his baby. He looked at the rearview mirror, watching the girl distractedly observe the landscape as they passed. He turned his attention back to the road ahead of them.
"Tell me again why I agreed with this?"
"Because we don't want anyone else dead?" answered Sam sarcastically.
"We could always shoot her."
"Dude, she's a human being!"
"A human being that's listening to you, by the way," commented the girl in the backseat.
"Family talk, do you mind?" exclaimed Dean, not taking his eyes off of the road.
Sam rolled his eyes at the childish way his brother handled the situation. As if it wasn't enough with all they had to deal with already, but the younger Winchester hadn't told his brother the whole truth. He had a very strong reason to help the witch.
"I think we should stay out of your business and let you go to the frontier by yourself.""How long have you been having these strange visions, Sam?"
The hazel eyes focused on the girl. "What?"
"I told you before, I have special abilities like yours." She smiled, watching Dean far ahead of them at the convenience store, "well…stronger than yours."
"One of the special kids?"
"No! Just a witch, nothing else," she answered, "but anyway…how long?"
Sam sighed, looking the other way. "Since the fight on the hell gates."
"You haven't found a way to save him yet, have you?"
"How do you…?"
"Word travels fast. You hunters can't keep secrets and I'm actually surprised about that," she answered before he completed his sentence. "So?"
Sam passed his hands through his hair. "No, I haven't."
"Okay, let me tell you this: if you help me with Dean, convincing him to go until the end and getting me to the frontier…I will help save him. It would be the least I could do."
Sam turned half of his body to look towards the back seat. "You know a way?"
"Maybe. I just have to dig a little more about it," she smiled, "but I'll only tell you on that condition."
"Done."
There was nothing to think about.
The younger Winchester crossed his arms, moving a little bit and feeling his knee touch the glove compartment. Dean glanced at him.
"Is everything alright, Sam?"
"Yeah," he answered, looking at his brother.
He would do anything to save him.
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"At least she didn't want to stay at the same room as us," commented Dean impatiently as he took the clothes from his bag.
"It was because she wouldn't fit, mister intelligence," replied Sam, looking through his dad's journal.
"How are you okay with everything that's happening?" the blond demanded, throwing a pair of socks at the brunet's head.
Sam moved, avoiding the socks without stopping looking through the journal. Dean grunted and approached, taking the journal from his brother's hands and closing the leather cover.
"Now tell me what she promised you."
"What are you talking about?" asked Sam, looking up at him.
"Sammy," the blond warned, arching one eyebrow. "Come on, say it."
The younger one looked away, hating the feeling that he was caught doing some prank, usually associated with Dean. He crossed his arms. "Nicole told me that she knows a way."
"A way for what?"
"A way of getting you out of the deal."
The older brother slid a hand through his hair and sat beside Sam, sighing. "We're going to leave her here and go away."
"What?" Sam turned to face him. "We can't do that!"
"Sam! The demon was pretty clear; if I do anything to get out of the deal, you die!" He face his little brother, expression serious. "and I'd rather go to hell than see you die again in my arms."
The brunet gasped at hearing those words. He looked away again, sighing deeply, and put his head between his hands. That was a delicate subject to the Winchester brothers and the younger one didn't even want to think about how he was going to continue living with his brother dead because of him.
"Dean," his voice was muffled, "did you ever think about how would I feel, living without you here?"
"Sammy...oh fuck."
The younger one felt a callused hand touch his hair and a sob escaped his mouth without his consent, remembering that Dean used to do that when he was seven years old and would wake up crying because of nightmares. He faced his big brother, his hazel eyes shining because of unshed tears.
"Dean...let me try. Please. The demon didn't say anything about me trying something and…I need to do this."
"You don't play fair, you know that right?" Dean smiled, caressing his brother's hair. "Those puppy eyes of yours will bring me problems one of these days, but fine. I will help her if you promise me that whatever she suggests, if it fails…you'll let me go."
"Okay…"
But it would work. It had to work.
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"Shh...just enjoy."
Sam frowned, his breath caught in his throat. He felt those hands lightly tease the prominent bone that marked the line of his hips. He moaned low and opened his eyes, focusing on the blond head that was currently kissing his stomach.
Suddenly the head tilted up and green eyes faced him, full of lust and love. "Want more…Sammy?"
"Dean..."
The blond smirked and his hand gripped his little brother's cock, feeling it twitch between his fingers. He started moving his hand slowly, torturing Sam. The brunet arched his back, breathing faster as his hands gripping the white sheets underneath him.
"Dean..."
"I'm going to make you beg before the end."
Dean lowered his face and opened his mouth, his tongue touching the mushroom head and feeling the cock in his hand completely harden.
Sam gasped, trying to get up from the bed but the impulse proved to be too much and he fell off. In a matter of seconds, the lamp was turned on and a hand touched his shoulder.
"Sam?"
He looked up and saw Dean's worried face, a gun in his hand. He got up in a flash and moved away.
"It was just a weird dream and….I'll be right back."
Before his brother could say anything, he'd closed the bathroom door behind him. Sam grabbed the sink and turned on the faucet, throwing cold water on his face. Moving away afterwards, his back touched the tiled wall and he slide to the floor.
Sam couldn't believe it. His hands were shaking and his body was sweating…completely aroused. He closed his eyes tightly, but that only revived the digitally clear scenes of his dream. He could remember every damn detail, the touches and the sensations they provoked.
And that was so completely wrong.
"Shit." Sam hit his head on the wall as he felt a panic attack invade his mind. Why the hell had he dreamed about that? With his brother doing it?!
"Sam! Sammy, open this fucking door now!"
He buried his face in his hands, hearing the noise of the blond banging on the door. He didn't doubt that soon enough his brother would knock door down, causing them both an enormous amount of money. He got up against his will and went to open the door.
"What?!"
Dean faced him, his fist raised in the air ready to knock again. He thinned his lips, a gesture he did when pissed, and crossed his arms.
"You wake up in a damn weird way, then get away from me like I had the bubonic plague and lock yourself up in the bathroom. Then you ask me what?!"
Sam closed his eyes, taking two deep breaths. "Dean...could you leave me alone for a few minutes? Thanks."
Without waiting for an answer, he shut and locked the door in his brother's face.
Dean blinked once, twice, before grunting in annoyance. Why did Sam have to be so complicated sometimes?! If it was anyone else, he would have beat the crap out of them, but…
Usually you forgive the little flaws in the person you love. The blond sighed and rested against the door, sliding against it to sit on the floor. It was going to be a long night.
TBC
