Moonlight

Beta: Kiraynn

Pairing: Dean/Sam

Chapter two

Sam closed the door and rested against it with crossed his arms. His eyes scanned the apparent bedroom; a very empty one for that matter. There was only a fourposter bed in the center and another door that led to God knew where. His cold hazel eyes landed on his brother once again and he watched him open the curtains of the window. The moonlight entered the room, bathing Dean with an ethereal glow and as the blond turned around, his green eyes were brighter than before. Inhuman.

“So…you wanted to talk,” Dean said, staring at him as he stood a few inches away from his little brother.

The brunet narrowed his eyes and uncrossed his arms, curling his hands into fists. He breathed deeply; the need to punch his brother’s face returning with vengeance.

“Why?”

Dean tilted his head slowly. “Why what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Dean! What happened to you? And why you didn’t send any news for those two years? I thought the hell hounds came after you and disappeared with your body, and…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sam stopped his rambling at the statement. He looked into those creepy eyes, his heart beating faster. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Dean started to approach him, his eyes glowing with something unidentifiable. His voice was low and dangerous. “Feels good to be left behind? Feels good to not receive any news for years, to feel like you were forgotten?”

Sam widened his eyes, knowing what Dean was talking about. Stanford. “You son of a bitch,” he hissed; his nails dug into his palms but he couldn’t care less about the sting. “Do you think this is equal?”

“Feels equal to me, Sammy.”

“It’s Sam, you jerk!!” shouted the brunet. “And no, it’s not equal! You knew where I was, you could have visited me any time you wanted! But you, you fucking vanished!”

Dean laughed, the sound cold and downright cruel. “Did I hurt your feelings, Sammy? Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “But do you know why I fucking vanished, as you said?”

“Why, you fucker?” asked the brunet, stepping towards him.

“I was tired.”

Sam stopped dead in his tracks. “Wh…what?”

“I was fucking tired. Tired of taking care of everyone, putting my needs, my desires in second place. I was tired of wanting things but never getting them, because nobody ever cared!” Dean’s voice raised in volume as he talked, and Sam felt like his heart was beating a thousand times per minute.

“Dean…”

“Did you ever ask what I wanted? Did dad ever ask?” Dean laughed again, the sound still cold. “No, of course not. You both were always so fucking selfish! If it wasn’t for me, our family would have been destroyed a long time ago!” The blond licked his lips, his eyes glinting dangerously once again. “So I gave up.”

“What?!”

“I gave up pretending I wasn’t being destroyed inside. I gave my life for dad, and for what? I gave my soul for you, and for what? You were mad at me! Did you ever think of thanking me for saving your life…again?”

Sam clenched his jaw, his anger returning at full force. “I never asked you to do that!”

“Yeah, I know you didn’t.” Suddenly Dean seemed very tired. “But I did anyway and look! I still have my soul. Not so bad in the end, huh?”

“Fuck you,” Sam snarled.

Dean smirked. “Is that an invitation?”

The brunet froze for a moment at hearing those words, then took a step back. In response, the blond came forward.

“Cat got your tongue, little brother?”

Sam took a deep breath, his momentary shock giving way for his anger. He concentrated his powers, intending to throw Dean against the nearest wall for good measure. Nothing happened. Sam widened his eyes and tried again. It didn‘t escape Dean‘s notice.

“Well, isn’t that interesting? Can’t use your freaky powers on me, Sammy?”

“Shut up.”

Dean laughed and the sound reminded him so much of the old Dean that he couldn’t help the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

I can’t believe I would say this one day…

Dean stared at him when he heard Sam’s voice in his head.

“I’m disappointed in you,” finished the brunet out loud, his eyes full of hurt and betrayal.

The blond continued to stare at him, his green eyes glowing again. Then in one swift movement he’d pressed Sam against the door, his strength now tenfold. Sam gasped for breath and his hands reached for Dean’s wrists.

“Disappointed? Disappointed?!” hissed Dean, his face mere inches from his brother’s. “Well welcome to my world, you ungrateful little prick.”

The blond pushed him further against the wall and Sam was prepared to receive the punch that would come any minute. Suddenly Dean’s eyes widened and he stepped back, letting go of him.

“Get out of here, and forget I exist.”

“What the fuck, Dean?” exclaimed Sam, his voice hoarse.

“GET OUT!”

Sam opened the door, his blood boiling in his veins.

This isn’t over, Dean.

Oh, I know, bitch.

Jerk.

And with that final statement, Sam left the room and the bar.

-----

“He was here, wasn’t he?”

Dean turned around with a smirk, his mask firmly in place. “What are you talking about?”

“Dean,” the woman smiled, “don’t lie to me. Did you forget? I made you…”

The blond just sighed and tilted his face towards the ceiling as the redhead sat on his lap. He felt delicate fingers trace his nude chest.

“Yeah, he found me,” he said finally.

Natasha laughed, delighted and slid her fingers over his skin. “That must have been fun. How long has it been? Two years?” Her touch lingered over the necklace.

Suddenly Dean caught her wrist, stopping her with a serious expression on his face. “Don’t.”

"I always forget that no one is allowed to touch that goddamn necklace besides you,” she smirked. “It’s a little gift from Sammy-boy?”

“Natasha, listen--”

“No, you listen, Dean Winchester,” she said, tone serious. That was never a good sign. “I took you out of your deal. I made you my king, even when I knew that your heart would never belong to me. The only thing I asked in return was to not put my children in danger, and the first thing in two years that your brother does when he finds you, is kill James.”

“It was not my fault!” interrupted the blond “I didn’t know he’d developed his powers! For all I knew, he had lost them when Azazel died.”

“Well, poor James didn’t know you were wrong, did he?” Natasha got off his lap, passing her finger over her dress. “We had a deal.”

“I know that,” Dean whispered, getting up as well.

“You know it will be a matter of time before Lilith finds him. That’s why you disappeared, right? So she couldn’t find him?”

“That…and all of you needed my protection.”

The redhead shrugged. “She would want my head after I rescued your contract back from her. You Winchester boys have a high price in hell.”

Dean smirked. “Yeah well, our father started that tradition.”

“The point is…now Sam is in danger. What are you going to do about it?”

The blond turned around, ready to leave. “I’m going to make sure he’s far from Reno when Lilith arrives.”

Natasha laughed, expecting that answer from him. That was why she chose him two years ago. She grabbed the black t-shirt that was on the sofa and handed it to him. “You must be starving. Put this on, I don’t want anyone drooling at what’s mine. Well…” she smiled “besides Sammy-boy, of course.”

“Bite me,” Dean replied, taking off his leather jacket to put the shirt on.

“Gladly,” answered the redhead as she approached, touching his neck with her lips right above the faint scars left by her teeth.

Dean smiled despite himself as he touched her arms to make her draw back. He frowned suddenly. “Natasha, I want to ask you something.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do you know why Sam’s telekinesis didn’t work on me, when his telepathy did?”

The vampire smirked, knowing that sooner or later he would ask this. “Oh, I know why. I just don’t feel like sharing right now.” She felt his glare on her back as she walked out of the club.

Minutes later, Dean followed her.

-----

“I bet you found something really interesting.”

Sam turned around, facing the blonde. “Did you know what had happened to him, Ruby?”

The girl shrugged, taking another bite of her cheeseburger. “Maybe.”

The brunet narrowed his eyes, and in an instant the girl was thrown against the wall.

She winced. “Ouch. Sam, what the fuck?”

“You lie to me again, and I will kill you,” Sam replied.

“Chill out, angry Winchester.” she grunted, trying vainly to move. “Look, I suspected okay? I just wasn’t sure.”

Sam sat on the bed and the blonde felt the power slip away from her body. She rolled her shoulders and glared at the human before picking her sandwich up from the floor and throwing it into the trash.

“Okay, remember when I told you that I discovered something about Lilith? That was before you disappeared on me to go after Bobby’s guess.”

“Yeah, I do.” Sam started opening his black shirt.

“Well…I heard rumors. They were saying that she was royally pissed with your brother, and I figured out why.”

“And what is the reason?”

“She was the one who held Dean’s contract.”

Sam stopped his actions and stared at the blonde demon. “What?”

She smiled. “Pretty surprising, huh? Someone, and now I’m putting my bet on this vampire who turned Dean, tore the contract from her. Lilith was pissed. Like, really pissed. That’s why the attacks on you stopped. She wanted to find Dean really badly.” She sat on the chair she had been on when Sam entered the room “Which was our luck, ‘cause it gave me time to train you with your powers.”

"About that…” began Sam, still a little shocked with everything, “my powers don’t work on Dean. I can enter into his head, like talk to him and stuff, but the rest…doesn’t work. Do you know why?”

“Not really,” she answered, staring at him thoughtfully. “I could say it was because of your blood bond or because of the deal, but since he’s undead now and the deal is off, I’m not sure.”

“Great, I was afraid you would say that,” Sam whispered, burying his face in his hands.

“Well, it was a nice chat, but I’ve gotta go.” Ruby waved her hand and went towards the door. She blinked. “Uh…Sam?”

“Yes?”

“I guess you have company.”

The brunet got up and went outside. His eyes widened upon seeing Dean resting against the Impala. The pale hands caressed the black surface like a lover would.

“You would be so screwed right now if there was even one scratch on her,” Dean commented.

Sam narrowed his eyes; the blonde sighed and started walking away.

“I’ll leave you boys to fight with each other alone.”

“Nice seeing you too, Ruby.”

“Fuck you, Dean,” the demon answered with a smile.

The vampire stared at the retreating form until she disappeared around a corner, and only then did he turn his eyes to his little brother. He looked him up and down without shame. Analyzing him.

“I didn’t have the chance to notice before, but you look good, bro.” he said.

“What the fuck do you want?” Sam snarled.

“Do you remember when you said our conversation wasn’t over?” Dean opened his arms. “Well…”

Sam took a deep breath. Only Dean could make him lose his control like that. He started walking towards him. “Fine. We’ll talk.”

“Good,” Dean smiled and held out his hand. “Keys.”

“What?”

“Did you really think I would let you drive in my presence?” Dean chuckled. “Keys, Sammy.”

“Now you want to drive? After abandoning her?” Along with me? thought Sam bitterly.

“Look Sam,” the blond sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “let’s just talk, okay? Then if you want to punch me or something later, we’ll see about that.”

The brunet bit his lip and after a lot of mental struggling, he tossed the keys. Dean caught them in mid-air and smirked.

“Get in.”

It was almost like turning back time, but Sam quickly erased that thought. Nothing would ever be the same again.

TBC