Found

Warning: Wincest stuff, mushiness, maybe an angst moment or two.


Dean smiled to himself while trying to stay away from the knife wielding psycho teen. He'd heard one shot and then nothing. That could only mean that someone had been spared. He held onto that thought, not wanting to think about what these people would do to him if he was left alone with them.

The father had said something about letting his boys have him and he figured he meant to be slaughtered, but one of the sons had licked his lips with his tobacco blistered tongue and just grinned at him stupidly. He started to wonder just what type of 'eating' would be going on first. He tried not to think about it and looked again at Missy. She was only like this because of how she was being raised. He wanted to ask her what happened to her mother, but thought he might puke if she said something about her burning up on her nursery ceiling. He was a bit sick of people having connections to his brother that he didn't like.

Missy touched him then. Just pressed the blade against his cheek and slid it down sideways so she didn't cut him. "You're pretty."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Uh...thanks. You're not bad, either. You know...there are places that I could take you where they could take care of you. You don't have to live like this." He didn't know why he was trying to convince her that he could save her, but he didn't want to leave anyone in this hell hole. Not even her.

"It's nice here. I don't have to do anything I don't want."

"Are you sure about that?"

She tilted her head. "You city folk....you always think a girl livin' in a house full of men has to deal with them crawling into her bed. Well, I don't. Maybe I'll keep you around. In a year or two I might want someone to crawl into my bed." She smiled a creepy smile that showed her teeth weren't even close to as nasty as the men's.

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Oh? Why not? You think my brothers are going to wear you out first? You know, first they're going to strip you...and they'll let you stand there all pretty and nekkid and then they'll start with the touching. I watched 'em do it with another guy once. He wasn't pretty like you, though. They didn't shove themselves inside of that guy cuz he wasn't pretty enough. You are."

Dean closed his eyes for a moment, trying to hold his nausea down. "That's not going to happen so just shutup." He opened his eyes to see her staring at his crotch. "What?"

She placed her hand on his burn and pressed, causing him to scream in pain. After a moment she trailed her hand down his chest. "Just wonderin' if you were like them. I've only seen them that one time." Her hand made his way to his jean clad crotch and started feeling around. She grinned when she felt what she was looking for.

Dean gasped and started wiggling away, but then stopped and smiled.

Missy nodded. "See? I thought you were the type to like this sort of thing. They'll be pleased."

"But I don't like this type of thing." He grinned.

She frowned and removed her hand. "Then what's so damn funny?"

He shrugged his good shoulder. "Just thinking...that's gonna hurt."

Before she could recall what had happened when she had uttered those words earlier she turned just in time to be whacked upside the head with a large stick. She crumpled to the ground soundlessly.

Sam kicked the knife away from her and then grabbed her by her hair and threw her in a closet, shoving a large cabinet in front of it. Then he came over and knelt in front of Dean.

They just looked at each other for a moment and then Sam dropped his head into Dean's lap and sighed.

Dean closed his eyes to hold back his tears. The feeling that coarsed through him when he saw that his brother was alive almost undid him and he needed a moment to collect himself. He thought that might be what was happening to Sam, too. When he felt the weight leave his legs, he opened his eyes to see Sam just staring at him again.

Sam reached out and gently touched the trail of blood running down Dean's face. "They hurt you."

"Yeah."

"That girl...she said what they were going to do to you....Did they-?..." His voice cracked and tears filled his eyes. "Did they touch you?"

Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. "No, Sammy. It's okay. I'm fine. You?"

Sam just shrugged. "I was in a cage and then I got out and kicked some ass. That's the extent of my activities here." His eyes widened as he saw the burn mark. "Shit..."

"It's not a big deal."

Sam finally got his thoughts together and rushed to untie Dean. He rubbed his brother's hands to get the circulation into them again. "I thought you were dead."

"I thought you were dead."

"I guess that makes us even." He pulled Dean up and wrapped his arms around him as Dean stumbled. They just stood silent, looking into each others' eyes. Sam moved forward and held back a moan as Dean's lips parted slightly.

With the hell they'd just been through, Sam wanted to know that his brother was real and that he was alive. All he wanted was to lick those pouty lips and cry that he'd never survive without Dean. He had thought the worst for only awhile, but it was enough pain to last a lifetime. His steadying embrace turned more tender and he rubbed one hand up Dean's back to cup the nape of his neck.

Dean pressed a bit closer, feeling Sam's living and unharmed body against his. It was everything he needed at that moment. The horror that had engulfed him when that man had gone to kill his baby brother still gnawed at him and made him fear that none of this was real.

But it was. Dean could feel Sam's hot breath on his cheek and knew they were about to cross a line that neither of them had even known existed for them. Dean tilted his head back and let loose the moan that he'd wanted to release since Sam had touched him the first time.

Sam leaned in to claim what was his and then jerked backwards as a gunshot blast from outside startled them both.

They hurried out of the house, only fearing for each other's safety, the rest left for another time.

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Walking back to town after being let go by the officer was a bit difficult. Dean tried not to let it show, but he was in a great deal of pain. Finally a grunt escaped him as another branch hit his injured shoulder.

Sam stopped and took Dean's hand. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to get to the car."

"We're almost there."

They didn't talk for the rest of the trip, but Sam never let go of Dean's hand.

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Once they got to the car they rushed out of town. They didn't want to deal with any questions and didn't have the strength to deal with each other yet.

Sam drove and found a hotel within two hours. He pulled in and smiled at Dean who was asleep in the passenger seat. When he came around to wake him up he noticed that his brother was sweating a bit. He shook him awake and Dean's eyes snapped open, flashing with pain. "Sammy?"

Sam frowned. "Come on. Let's get you inside."

They got into the room with no difficulty and Sam watched Dean collapse onto one of the beds. He was surprised when he got no resistance from Dean when he started stripping off his jacket. He threw it on the floor and then cut the tee shirt away, still with no protests from Dean. He gasped at the nasty burn and wondered why they'd done it. It wasn't really the type of wound that you'd see unless the person had a purpose.

He grabbed the first aid kit they carried and cleaned and bandaged the wound before beginning to work on Dean's face.

When Dean opened his eyes he found himself lying on the bed with Sammy straddling him and looking down at him with such concern in his eyes that it made him smile. "What's up, Sammy?"

Sam grinned. "I'm taking care of you."

Dean just waggled his eyebrows at him.

"Your wounds, dumbass."

"Oh...well you should learn to clarify, college boy."

Sam got up. "I think you're set. I'm going to take a shower and then we'll get you cleaned up."

"Get me cleaned up?"

"Yeah, sponge bath." Sam was holding onto the hope that Dean thought sponge baths were overrated.

Dean just watched Sam walk into the bathroom and then forced himself to sit up. He looked down at his torn tee shirt and shrugged out of the remnants. "Fuck the sponge bath."

He walked into the bathroom, determined to show Sam exactly how happy he was to have him back.

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