My Father's Keeper
A random meeting in a bar spells trouble for Sam and Dean.
I own nothing, this gets bloody at points! Not a deathfic.
Moth To The Flame
Sam walked into the bar in which he was supposed to meet his brother. He knew Dean was here already when he noticed a few pissed-off looking males sitting at the quiet end of the bar glowering at the man sitting at the other. The man, his brother, was at the other end where the fourteen prettiest women in the place had all decided they needed to be to get a drink. And yes Sam had counted them, even without thinking about it.
Only two females in the place weren't sitting on a stool or leaning on the bar where Dean sat and one of those was serving him a drink. Sam saw her receive the famous Winchester smile and she lent a bit further over than was really necessary giving his brother a clear view down her cleavage. A view that was not lost on Dean. He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she laughed, pushing him away playfully with her hand and sorted her top. Fourteen scowls watched her.
It was her turn to scowl as she was summoned to the other end of the bar to work rather than flirt. Fourteen smiles followed her.
Dean, of course, was in his element, his smile bright enough to power half the state and, Sam noticed, at least two napkins folded on the bar in front of him. This of course either meant Dean was going to be out all night or there was about to be a hell of a catfight. Sam settled on the fact that this would be the last he'd see of his brother tonight.
"Sa-m-my!" Dean's voice cut through the noise in the bar and Sam was acutely aware that fifteen pairs of eyes were now looking at him, and only one pair was neither undressing him nor had that 'not been fed for a week' look. The hole he hoped would materialise didn't and so he walked forward to greet his brother. He concentrated only on his brother's face, cutting a path through the throng of womanhood, jumping as a hand grasped his backside, as he finally made it through to the bar.
"Dean that so better not have been you!" Dean held his hands up and laughed as Sam turned and leaned back on the bar, firmly putting his backside out of harm's way. Dean signalled the barmaid and he and his brother instantly had a drink in front of them. One thing that Dean would never be in this bar was thirsty, Sam thought and smiled. Dean leant in to talk to him.
"Sammy, the ladies like you!" He patted his brother on the chest. " Relax and enjoy my brother, I mean have you ever seen such fine ladies?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
One of woman leant over and whispered something in Dean's ear which must have been good because his brother almost spat his drink right across the bar.
"Really? You'd do that for me?" Dean grin was now seriously in danger of cutting his ears off, it was that wide. "Do I have your number?" Sam stifled a laugh as yet another napkin appeared in front of his brother.
"You do know that you're in danger of being torn limb from limb by this lot?" Sam leant in to talk to Dean as he said this, and yet again felt a hand. "Hey!"
"Gotta love the danger, Sammy" Dean stood and tried to force his way out of the circle of women that surrounded them. Sam grabbed him. "Where are you going? Don't you dare."
Dean laughed "Easy there, Sammy." He peeled his brother's hand from his arm and pointed towards the toilets in the corner.
"Ladies, I'll be back in a moment, nature calls, but feel free to keep my little brother entertained while I'm gone!" He flashed a smile at Sam's horrified look, the small gap that Dean had opened up instantly closing behind him trapping Sam against the bar. He was sure that he heard his brother's laugh above the bar noise.
Sam thought he'd rather face a hundred pissed off demons than a few horny women!
Sam watched as his brother stopped to talk to a small brunette who was over in the corner, her back was to him but he could tell she was pretty because Dean had his 'interested' face on. She reached up and touched his brother's face, speaking to him, drawing herself close to him, kissing him gently on the lips. Sam looked at the lustful expression on his brother's face and knew that he was about to get ditched. Dean looked towards him, shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and then Sam watched as they walked passed the bathrooms and out of the back door.
Son of a bitch, don't you leave me here, Dean.
Sam looked down and realised that the woman surrounding him had watched the little exchange and realised that their prize had escaped them. He was suddenly aware that the circle around him had tightened considerably. Sam pushed off the bar and made a run for the door, almost squeaking as he lost pieces of his ass on the way out. His phone rang as he reached the relative safety of the outside world.
"Hey, Sammy, what's up? I'm out of here." Dean voice sounded strange.
Sam scanned the lot. The Impala was still there but Dean was nowhere to be seen.
"Dude, are you with someone?" Sam could hear noises in the background but couldn't quite make them out. "Dean, where are you?"
"Mustang, parked at the end of the lot." Dean let out a groan and Sam felt the urge to throw up.
"God Dean, Were you just gonna leave me? Where are the damn car keys?" Sam held the phone away so as to drown out the serious happy noises coming from his brother. Did my brother just giggle!
"Dean!"
"Hold on, keys for my brother, can you just give me a minute, yes please. I'll be back. Oh yeah! Oh, now, now, no, stop that!" Sam didn't know if his brother was talking to him or his companion, he could hear a woman's voice through the phone, his brother groaned again.
"DEAN!"
Sam was on his way over to the Mustang, when the door opened and his brother almost fell out. He was looking ever so slightly flustered, trying to pull his shirt down and his jacket back on.
"Thought you were just going to the toilet?"
Oh, oh Sammy pissed at me. Dean swallowed the smile that tried to break across his face.
"I was, she followed me. God Sam, I mean have you seen this girl and the way she……."
"ENOUGH!" Sam put his hands over his ears, then dropped one and held it out to his brother. "Dean, just give me the damn keys and I'll see you in the morning!"
"Yeah, if she doesn't kill me before then!" Dean grinned his shit-faced grin at Sam and got back in the car, the female in it leaning over to him obviously intent on finishing what she'd started.
"God, go get a room!" Sam walked back to the Impala shaking his head. He took one last look at the Mustang which was now reversing and pulling out of the lot, then climbed in and drove out behind them, thankfully he thought, going the other way.
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Sam woke up to an empty room, his brother obviously not having made it back.
He showered, dressed and then checked his phone again. No messages, no missed calls. Sam looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock, so maybe his brother hadn't surfaced yet from where ever the hell he'd ended up last night. Sam went to get a coffee and some breakfast.
He sat doing research for an hour and started to feel the first fluttering that something might be wrong. Dean normally would be back by now or would have checked in with him at least. He flipped his phone and hit re-dial. Dean's phone was answered after two rings but instead of his brother on the line Sam was speaking to, he presumed, the female he'd only viewed briefly in the Mustang last night.
"Hello?" She had a beautiful voice, soft and low.
"Hi is Dean there?" Stupid question, Sammy, seeing as how she's got his phone.
"Hi, is this Sam? Your Dean's brother right?" God is she psychic too?
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Caller ID? That and he mentioned you."
"So you guys actually found time to talk then?" Smooth Sammy, Dean's gonna love you for that one.
She laughed; soft and breathless sounding and Sam felt goose bumps rise on his neck. I so know why my brother went with you, especially if you are as pretty as you sound.
"Is Dean there?"
"He's sleeping, do you want me to give you the address and you can come get him?"
Sam thought it wasn't like Dean to sleep this late but then again, he supposed, it depended on what he had been up to all night.
"Thanks." Sam noted down the address and the directions and set out in the car.
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The house was a pretty little single story affair, freshly painted in a sunny yellow colour, warm, friendly and inviting. Sam parked up behind the Mustang and climbed the porch steps to the front door.
There was a swing seat on the porch and hundreds on flower pots with a rainbow of coloured flowers in every one. A small black cat stretched lazily, eyed him up and down and then disappear through a small flap in the door.
He knocked and then turned to survey the clearing it which the little house sat. It was quite secluded, with a tidy yard to one side. The alarm above the door seemed out of place in the scheme of things; Sam noted that it looked fairly hi-tech. The curtain at the door moved and he heard the door unlock.
The woman at the door was petite, brunette and had shocking blue eyes. Sam realised that she reminded him of someone, especially the eyes but couldn't think who. She smiled and he thought that she was stunning, not beautiful but she had a presence about her that Sam knew would have been what drew his brother to her. A wolf in sheep's clothing. The strange thought lingered in Sam's head.
"Hi, I'm Sam." He smiled and reached out a hand, which she took, Sam noticing how soft her skin was. Her presence seemed to have put him on a sensory overload which he didn't quite understand.
"Hi I'm Grace. Come in." She stepped back to let Sam enter. "Your brother's upstairs in the shower. I'll put some coffee on if you want to go get him, second door on your right." She smiled and walked off in the direction of the back of the house.
"Thanks." Sam called after her and she raised her hand in acknowledgement. He climbed the stairs and went through the door as directed. The room was a small bedroom with a bathroom off. His brother's jacket and shirt were lying on the end of the bed and there was steam drifting out the open bathroom door.
"Dean?" Sam walked over and knocked the door. "Dean? Are you good to go?"
"Sam?"
Her voice came from directly behind him, he turned and she shot him right in the chest. He collapsed and looked up at her as the room faded, her blue eyes now lit with rage, then his world went black.