The Mouse Calls...

Pairing: Dean/Sam. There are a couple of OFC in this one, but it's nothing horribly bad. I just had to add some friends. :-) Trust me, it won't really mess anything up.

Rating: NC-17 as always (but maybe not in this chapter)

A/N: This story is definitely going to be done in chapters. It's going to be long because it was a Christmas request and I want to make it as real as possible. Also, if you want to know anything about this particular venue, I promise that I'm giving good information in this. :-)

Spoilers: Asylum


Chapter 1

Sam had recovered well from his flu only to try and kill his brother at the haunted asylum. Dean still wasn't talking about it. He was slowly withdrawing from Sam and the younger Winchester was freaking out.

Dean's pain from the chest wound had become so severe that he'd finally relented and taken the pain meds that Sam had conveniently stolen from one of the cabinets in the asylum before they left. They were long expired so Dean took two instead of the recommended one on the bottle and fell into a deep sleep. He never heard his phone ring or Sam calling his name.

Sam jumped up as soon as he heard the voice on the other end. "Dad?"

John didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell his son that he was glad to hear his voice, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop talking once he did that. Anyway, he was sure that they were fine.

"I tried to kill Dean..."

John wasn't expecting that and finally found his voice. "You what?!?"

"If the pistol had been loaded, Dean would be dead right now. You should never have sent us to that asylum."

"Don't tell me how to do my business, boy. You two can take care of yourself."

"Fuck you. You know what? I told Dean he was pathetic for following your orders, but he's not. He's just really loyal. We both know that I'm not so don't call back again unless you want to apologize to Dean for ignoring him when he needed you the most back at home."

He hung up and stared at the phone. He wanted to throw it or stomp on it, but he knew that wouldn't help the situation. He put it on the dresser and glanced over at Dean.

It had nearly broken his heart when Dean had decided to sleep in the other bed, but he refused to push him. He wasn't even talking in his sleep. Probably because of the meds, but Sam's guilty conscious told him that it was because even Dean's subconscious didn't trust him anymore.

Sam sighed and went back to sleep, hoping that the next day would bring them better moments.

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Sam woke up to the bright sunshine streaming in through the window. He turned and saw that Dean was already awake. The sounds of the bathroom told him he was taking his shower. Sam smiled. Maybe I can join him... He stood and padded over to the door and turned the knob, only to find it was locked. Ouch...

He sat down on the bed and tried to figure out how to fix this, but there didn't seem to be a way right now. His thoughts were interrupted when Dean walked out. "I got new coordinates from dad."

"Yeah? Well, maybe that's why he called last night."

Dean froze. "He called?"

Sam nodded. "I hung up on him."

Dean couldn't help the harsh bark of laughter that escaped him. "You've been bitching that you want to find him so you can fucking get on with your life and then when he calls...you hang up? That's rich..."

"I was angry at him for sending us to that place. It's his fault we were there and it's his fault-"

"No, Sammy...that was all you. Maybe you need to stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. You know, you're a lot more like dad than I ever was." He kept Sam's gaze for a moment and then turned to pack up his things. "I want to get on the road here in a few minutes. If you want to go with me, hurry up."

Sam was stunned enough by Dean's accusation, but he was more shocked that Dean was giving him a choice of whether to leave or not. Didn't he remember when they were trapped in that awful Georgia room with the bat that he promised to never leave? Of course he remembers, shithead. But the fact that you tried to kill him...again...is a little fresher in his mind right now.

Sam gathered up his things, grateful that he had taken his shower last night and walked down to the car. Dean was already loading stuff and didn't even look up as Sammy approached. He just got into the car and waited. When his younger brother closed the door, Dean started up the engine and took off for another new adventure.

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The 'adventure' was pretty simple.

A young woman was being terrorized by the ghost of the woman who used to be the occupant of the girl's bedroom. The spirit would possess various men in the house at the time and attempt to rape the girl. Just before the act of penetration and just after clothes were ripped, the men would snap out of it and immediately back away and apologize.

The girl's father had known of the ghost and had tried repeatedly to do something about it, even moving his daughter out of the room once he had found out that might be the problem.

He soon realized that the ghost bitch wouldn't be appeased. Even sending his daughter to a relative didn't help. He had never involved the police because he trusted John Winchester more than them.

He had met the man long ago at a fundraiser that Mary, his wife, had dragged him to. That had been when they had just had an infant son, Dean. He wondered how the boy was doing since the tragedy that had befallen their family.

Through the years Bradley had kept in touch with John. A demon in his secretarial pool had nearly killed him and John actually believed him when he told him about it and then showed up to destroy the thing.

That's when he knew that there were strange things in this world and he shouldn't try to trifle with them.

So when his best friend, and butler, tried to rape his daughter and then insisted that he'd been possessed, he had called John before calling someone to possibly ruin the butler's life. John had told him that help would be there in the form of his two sons.

"Oh yes...Sam, right? I remember that. He was just a baby when..."

"Yes, I'll have them contact you." He hung up and Bradley just shrugged and waited.

He wasn't expecting the call the next night from John. "Aren't they coming?"

"They are. I sent the coordinates to Dean this morning. They won't know details, but they'll be in your town within the hour I'm guessing. Look...you know that I've never asked you any favors based on your wealth, but..."

"John, if you need anything it's yours."

"Something has happened to my boys. It's bad, Bradley, and I was wondering if you could arrange a vacation for them. A good one. No staying in some cheap hotel. That's normal life for them. They'll need to choose, but just...take care of my boys, okay? I trust you with them."

"If they help save my daughter they can have anything they want and you won't need to consider this a favor. I'll make the arrangements, John. Don't worry."

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Bradley had kept his word and was now looking at the two boys in his office. Sam, the younger, actually looked older than Dean. He was tired and worried and there was a hint of anger and extreme stress in his eyes.

Dean, on the other hand, looked vulnerable as hell despite the rough exterior that he'd tried to put forth. A couple of times Bradley had noticed him flinch at loud noises or jerk in surprise as if his startle reflex had just gone to pot.

All the boys were supposed to do was come in and stop the spirit. They had found her grave on the grounds and dug it up, burned it, and dumped some salt on it. Then they'd reburied it. That had been a week ago and they'd slept in the house with his daughter in her old bedroom and nothing happened. It was over.

Dean had gotten angry at one point and insisted that the girl's bedroom be totally redecorated and it was. His daughter was a mess. She had been assaulted and nearly raped at least ten times within the last year and nothing seemed to help her. That all changed when the boys had taken over. Sam had just stayed out of it, obviously not sure what to say to the girl.

Dean closed everyone out of the den one day and sat with Rebecca, the 20-year-old victim, and just talked for hours. When they had come out of the room, she looked so much better and he had obviously been crying.

Bradley asked Rebecca what had happened, but she refused to break Dean's confidence. She knew of John's request and just hugged her father tightly. "Daddy...they really need this vacation. Dean won't want it, but you have to make them go. He's..." She started to cry at that point. "He's hurting so bad."

Bradley nodded. "I'll fix it..."

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He cleared his throat and the boys looked up at him, uncomfortable with the silence. "I'd like to discuss the matter of your payment."

Sam frowned. "We don't except any-"

Bradley held up his hand. "Surely you can see that money isn't really a big deal for me. Your father never took anything from me, either, but this time is different. Your father has finally asked for a favor and I'll be damned if your stubborn pride stops me from fulfilling it. Is that clear?"

Sam just nodded, wondering what was going on.

Dean finally spoke up. "What was the favor?"

"He wants you to go on a vacation. I've promised to arrange for that. Also, Dean..." His voice softened. "Rebecca thinks it's a good idea for you."

Dean looked up to meet Bradley's gaze and then looked back down quickly, but the older man had already seen the pain in his eyes.

Sam sighed. "Okay, well where are we supposed to go?"

"That's up to you." He handed two credit cards to Sam and two credit cards to Dean. "There's $5,000 on each card. Try to keep track. It will allow you to go over, but with a fee. I'll check the accounts daily. If there is one overdrawn, I'll just pay the fee and call you to let you know that it's out. If that happens, I'll just arrange for another card for you, but I'm sure you can find a way to use those."

Sam's mouth was hanging open, but Dean just studied the cards and finally spoke. "Our names are on them."

"Yes, is that a problem?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't think I've ever had anything with my real name before." He pocketed the cards and just walked out.

Sam started to follow, but Bradley stopped him. "Something is very wrong with Dean and I think it has something to do with you. Am I right?"

Sam nodded, too ashamed to tell the man what had happened. He considered the oddness of the moment. Usually he was always being comforted by someone while Dean handled everything on his own. Now someone was trying to take care of Dean and it was about time. Of course that was supposed to be my job until I fucked it up. "Thank you for this. I promise that we'll put it to good use."

"Your brother needs to have some fun. I'm guessing he's never had a childhood."

Sam nodded again. No, Dean had never had a normal life. Sam had. He had insisted and finally broke away from his family and enjoyed all the fun things he had missed as a kid. Dean never got the chance. "He'll get one now."

He walked out and found Dean in Rebecca's room. He stayed in the hallway, quiet, not wanting to disturb them and also wanting to hear what was being said.

"Dean, are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah, Becky. Don't worry about me, okay? I get through it. I always do."

"Have you ever told your dad or your brother?"

"No! No...I can't. I never will. It wasn't that big of a deal anyway."

"Dean, you were a child. It was and is a big deal. I mean...now things are coming back to you. You said it was because of a recent trauma. Does it have anything to do with those wounds on your chest?"

Sam gulped in shame. He had done more than just hurt Dean with that incident in the asylum. He'd brought out past pain that Dean had somehow buried.

"I guess maybe it does, but that's not for you to worry about." He kissed her forehead. "Thanks for listening to me, though."

"No, thank you for sharing something so personal and horrible just to help me. You're a good man, Dean Winchester."

He smirked. "Yeah, well...I wouldn't go that far."

Sam crept quickly and quietly to his room and gathered his things and heard Dean do the same. They met at the car. Dean just got in and didn't say a word.

About a mile out of town, Sam got an idea. "I know where we're going."

"What do you mean? We haven't even checked the net for some stories."

"No, I mean on the vacation."

"We're using the money for necessities, not a vacation."

"You can use your cards for that. I'm using mine for something else and you're going with me."

Dean frowned. "Fine. Where are we going? Hawaii? Jamaica?"

Sam grinned. "We're going to Disney World!"

Dean nearly wrecked the car.

TBC...