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Obsession Thou art Dean Winchester
Something was wrong with Dean. Ever since they found out. About John wanting to be normal. Having another kid. With another woman. They both felt betrayed. But it was Dean. Who let it show. It was Dean. Who had threatened the kid before he even got to know him. Only to find out that their half brother. Was dead before they ever arrived. In this rundown little town. A town with cryptic secrets. Haunted my ghouls and faded memories of a past long sense gone.
He must be possessed by some clingy chick. Sam thought to himself. Wondering how he got himself into this current predicament If Dean only knew what he was doing? Thought Sam. . Dean was currently wrapped around his brother. Arms wrapped around Sam's strong frame. A hand resting just above his firm buttocks. Sam's back went rigid. From Dean's icy hands.
Sam still felt weak. From the blood loss. It was Dean who once again resumed his brotherly role. The authoritve figure. Through and through. Bossing Sam around like some five year old kid who didn't know any better. True Sam was stronger. But right now. He was as weak as a kitten. Confused. He felt himself being pulled two ways. Ruby's way. And then Dean's. He wanted to make Lilth pay. For the pain she put his brother through. Dean only saw the negative in his actions. He reined in Sam. With a disapproving look. He threatened to kill Ruby. More then once. He wanted Sam weak. So he could be in charge. Once again resuming his role. As kick ass big brother. Dean needed to be strong. He was figuring that out from Castiel. But Sam didn't want this. Didn't want to be the controlled. Or the controller. Once he just wanted to be a simple college student. But that dream went up in smoke. Now he was stuck in the life of a supernatural hunter. Who would do anything to protect his brother. Even if it coast him his own soul. He figured he didn't matter much. What happened to him at the end of the outcome. He was just a tool. A sad pathetic little tool. And he hated himself for it. He fought to be strong. He fought to be where he was at today. But Dean never saw it. Never saw the inkling that was his little brother. Never felt. The strong emotion. Of letting someone down. Who met the world to you. How could he promise something. When he knew he couldn't keep it. It was a drive. A drive to end this hunt once and for all. A drive to become normal once again. No angels. No demons. Just normalcy. Was that to hard to ask. But then again. He never dreamt waking up to Dean like this before. Dean looked pleasantly enthralled. Content just to hold his brother like this.
Sleek tan muscular legs were entwined with long sleek supple ones. Sam could fell Dean's warm breath. Hit his face and travel down his neck. Yup defiantly possessed. Sam concluded. Wondering how to get out of this mess without disturbing his brother. Because the younger brother knew if Dean found out about this. Would frown upon this kind of act. In fact. Either Dean was possessed or he had some explaining to do. Come morning. Dean pressed Sam's face. Into his naked toned chest. Sam's hot breath mistakeningly tickled one of Dean's hard perky nipples.
Dean shuddered. Then let out a delectable moan.
"Sorry. Sam apologized.
Dean could feel Sam's warm lips. His hot breath. As Sam tried to wiggle out. This didn't make sense. This disturbed the hazel eyed hunter greatly. His efforts were in vain. As felt a chilly hand slid up his shirt. Sam yelped. Dean slept like the dead. Not once stirring. As Sam laid their plotting Dean's untimely demise for that action. He glared. Though his scathing attempt was rendered useless. So that what lead him back to what he first assumed. Dean being possessed by some clingy chick. If Dean would relent some. Sam. Would look to see if the protection tattoo was intact. On his brother's chest.
He would stick to that presumption At least until he could get to his beloved computer. He remembered the fight last night. Remembered Dean threatening to throw his baby out the window. This was ridiculous. When they had the fight. Sam didn't expect. A friendly visitor in his bed. At five o clock in the friggin morning. It was annoying. And disturbing at the same time. A smile tugged on Dean's lips. But he still didn't relinquish his hold. As Sam murmured into his chest. His soft breath tickled Dean. Delighted Dean to no end. Was this how heaven felt like. Being with the one. You would stake anything. Anyone on. Damn his father. Damn Castiel. Damn Lucifer. And god al-mighty. Because no one. Made him feel like this. The sad thing though. Was Sam probably thought he was possessed. He could play along. Ignoring Sam's muffled complaints. He felt the gentle murmur of Sam's lips moving. Unknowingly sensually against Dean's chest. A hand came up. And toyed with Sam's hair. Sam gasped. As he felt. Dean's gentle hands. His tawny fingers. Running through his hair. He felt relaxed. And unnerved at the same time. Because he believed his brother didn't know what he was doing. What was his brother not telling him. It was after. They had found out that they had another brother. Dean began acting like this. He would be angry during the daylight. And gentle during the night. He hadn't told Dean everything. Believing his brother wouldn't approve. Hell he knew his brother wouldn't approve. He would try to stop him. And he feared Dean's methods. At stopping his brother. Would be catastrophic. He tried to get in contact with Ruby. Sometime during the day. When Dean was out cooling off. But the number had oddly been deleted from his contacts. . He knew Dean had done it. Guilt whooshed over him. He was drowning in it. And didn't know what to do. The look on his brother's face. As he bled out. Was frightening the long moment in between scared him to death. He could hear Dean whacking away at the ghoul. Who had impersonated Adam. Sam couldn't see from where he lay. But he could imagine what was going. On. He could hear Adam's screams ricochet through his head. In a blinding headache. Sam called out to his brother.
Dean….
That was when Dean stopped what he was doing. To look over at his brother. Blood was on his face and hands. Rage poured through his veins. Helplessness soon washed over. Followed by the prickle of fear. Dean felt when he gazed at his brother. He was wounded. And bleeding out. It was another elongated hour. Before Dean came up to him. Dark/light green eyes ran over every inch of his brother. Who lay their fighting to keep conscious. Anger circled his heart. Anger at himself. For not seeing it sooner. Anger at Sam. For not giving him an edge. He felt a deep seeded rage engulf him. The overwhelming power to protect Sam. Protect the only family he had left. The only person. Who. Indeed might have let him down at times. But whether. He wanted to admit it. Or not. Was always there. Always a drive away. Once. Sam could gulled into anything his brother wanted. Dean knew it was no easy task. He felt years separated him rather then months. They were out of practice. And Dean knew. He would do anything to keep Sam by his side.
Letting Adam go. The headless. Bloodied body. Fell to the waste-side. Ungracefully. He moved to his brother not yet wanting to release him. He wanted to check Sam over. He did. Running his hand over deep lacerations. Sam winced wondering what Dean was doing. If Dean would help him. Though he couldn't blame Dean. If Dean saw fit to leave him here. Sam closed his eyes. His vision blurred. Blood seeped out. At an alarming rate. What was Dean waiting for. Go. Thought Sam. Don't torture me with thinking that your going to save me. Sam thought with a hazy mind. Finely he heard. The duct tape tare. As Dean cut carefully. Trying to avoid. Hurting his brother more. He saw it. The dent. They made. He quickly hid his own suspicions of what had occurred. While he was gone. Never again. Would he leave his brother alone.
He helped his brother sit up. Keeping him upright. Supporting his back. Sam was breathing heavy. Trying to look anywhere but his brother. Dean was the one. Who drove them. Keeping paper towels on his bleeding wrist. He could imagine what the hospital staff would say. One coming in with bleeding wrists, and the other with bloodied hands. He shook it off. Sam was quiet. Too quiet. He needed something to talk about. But didn't want to talk about Adam. Or his father. He didn't think he look at John the same again. Betrayal ran deep. He silently wondered if Sam could feel it too. Feel the burn. The acid in his stomach. At the mere thought of John wanting a normal life. John leaving Dean and Sam. To strive on their own. All the dedication he had for his father was slipping away. Bit by painful bit. He needed his brother. And it was then. He decided he would try harder. To become. What he had lost. What hell had taken from him. He would give Sam his full attention. He would save Sam from going down a dark path. He wouldn't leave his brother's side. That was his final decision.
From that day on. Dean made him promise never to bring up their half brother again. But Dean didn't know how Sam felt. He was the younger brother. Once in his life he wanted to teach someone. What he knew. And that someone had been Adam. Adam who had turned out to be a ghoul along with his mother. The Same kid. Who carved into him. At from him. It felt awful. He could still feel the fingers digging in. he withered in his brother's strong arms. Dean's grip tightened around him. He felt like crying. But he couldn't he felt lost and alone. Even though. Dean was right there. Holding him. Like he would never let go. "he better let me go soon. Thought Sam. Eyeing the bathroom. With a forlorn look in his eyes. As if sensing Sam's twitchy movements. He chuckled lightly.
The soft bell of his voice sent shivers down the younger's body. Dean loosened his hold. Enough. For Sam to get up. And scurry to the bathroom.. When he was done. He looked at his brother. Who had conviently turned. Onto his side. His half leaded eyes. And that dubious smile. Lust glittered bright green. As it roamed. Scraping over Sam's half naked body. Sam's body stilled. His heart jolted in his chest. A hot. Pink tongue ran over full. Kissable lips. The begged to nipped and Sam. Wondered if his brother was an incubus. Sam blushed. And ducked back into the bathroom. A soft musical sound came from the other side. Dean was laughing.
Dean was possessed.
Dean sat up in bed. His perfect chest. Was flawless. His eyes were shut. He still could feel Sam's hot breath. Oh boy did he want him. He could stay nestled in bed with Sam all day. But Sam had fled the vacancies. Leaving the other side cold. Why couldn't the world wait. For one damn minute he grabbed a pillow. One that Sam had rested his head on. A nestled his face into it. The soft smell of masculinity assaulted him. .
From this day forward. Sam vouched that they should get their own rooms. That way he could lock his brother out of his personal space. Because this was ridiculous. It was eight in the morning. Sam. Had just finished his shower. Dean was in their now. Which gave the shaggy haired hunter. Time to think. He needed to figure out what was wrong with his brother. Before he tried to poke him again. With Sam. God help him. Didn't know what. Dean was mischievous. And all the actions. And seduction he placed on various women. Were being used on him. He was exhibiting signs of being an incubus. While on the other hand. He was exhibiting signs of being a possessive. Overbearing lover. Which scared Sam shitless by the way. All this. Was being directed to him. Dean. In the morning was controlling. But not In the first few hours of it. It always started after his shower. There must be something in the water. Thought Sam to himself. Realizing were his brother was right now. He thought about ducking out. Finding Ruby and grabbing some breakfast.
He stopped in mid step when he realized something. Dean had the keys. He kept them. In the side pocket. Of his jeans. Or his leather jacket. Time was a wast' in their was no time to go through everything. He checked his brother's jeans. Wasn't there. He checked his leather jacket. No luck. Crap. Thought Sam to himself. He didn't need the stupid keys. He could walk. He had Ruby's number memorized. And unless. Dean was thinking about giving him amnesia. He could never lose it. He jammed in the numbers. Holding the cell. With the side of his head. As he kept up the search.
Getting as far away from his brother. Seemed like a great idea. He needed time to think. This was all odd. And unfamiliar to him. Shutting down the computer. He heard the water shut off. Heard the soft melodic voice of his older brother. Who was singing Foreigner . Juke box hero. Off key. Sam grimaced. He didn't have much time. Before Dean would come out. And force Sam to get off the computer. And come with him to get breakfast. He scampered to his bed. Where he still felt Dean's warmth from the night before. He started stuffing his duffle bag. Jeans. Shirts. Boxers. Socks. Deodorant. Axe cologne he was reaching for a colt 45. When a chilled voice. Made his heart stop. Sam. What are you doing?. Dean asked looking past his brother to the half full duffle on the bed. Sam was caught red handed. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to disappoint Dean either. But it looked like he would be doing it. He knew his brother wouldn't let him leave. "are you going to go see her. He said his voice sounding cold. It had a malicious bite to it. Sam was at a loss for words. His heart clenched. He could see the distaste and disapproval on his brother's face. Sam swallowed thickly before answering. Dean-
Stop- don't say it Sam. His shoulder were shaking. His eyes. Held that icy deathly look to him. One false move. And it would all be over.
Dean I- "Don't you fucking say it. Dean warned. Sam picked up the duffle and swung it over his shoulder. You can't stop me. Sam said. If I want to see her. Then I'll see her. He announced.
Is that a challenge I hear. Dean spoke venomously.
Take it as you want. Sam replied making an attempt to push past his brother. But Dean wouldn't budge. Instead he pushed Sam. The other way. Towards the bed. I let you out of my sight for one second. And your all gun-ho about leaving me. Sam. That will never happen. He said through clenched teeth. Sam let himself be pushed. Not wanting to hurt his brother. His brother wasn't as strong. At least not a strong as him. With Ruby he could set things right. With Ruby.-
Green eyes glaciered over. I'm talking to you. Do have anything you want to say. Or is that bitch from hell on your mind again. Dean Seethed.
Stop it Dean. I don't want to hurt you. That's a laugh Sam. You already have. I think you should make it up to me. What do you say little brother. Huh.
Dean. Come to your senses. That's what I say.
Come to my- Sam. Your hurt. It was a week ago that are faggot father's explosive secret blew up in our faces. He. Left me. With your sorry ass. The shifter's words. From years ago. Came back to haunt him.
Dean listen I-
But Dean wouldn't listen. Not now. Not when he thought his brother. Was throwing his life away. Not when some she whore. Had come in. and taken. What he worked so hard for. Make one move for that door. Dean warned his brother. And I'll shoot you. He said.
Sam gulped. Oh, okay. He said. Dean kept the bathroom door open. His eyes on his brother's reflection. If Sam made one false move for that door. Dean would know. "Sam. Why don't you check on a hunt. there is bound to be one. Somewhere. Dean was itching to move. Itching to keep going. Keep his brother with him. Sam looked at his baby. Before reverting his eyes back onto his brother. He seriously didn't want to tell him. That it was his brother who he was looking up. So he settled for humoring his brother. At least until he could get a hold of Ruby. That clever thing. She had switched numbers. Sam could feel her. Sam could feel the fear inside her.
And that pissed him off. He was only trying to help. Why couldn't Dean see that. But then again. A lot had changed. over the course of Dean's death.
Dean could here Sam's keyboard typing away. Could imagine the peeved look on his little brother's face. But was glad to see his brother sitting at the table laptop open. Research out. Glaring daggers. That was okay to him. Sam could glare all he wanted. Thanks to the ghouls. Sam was rendered weak. Which made Dean feel all that more powerful. He loved feeling Sam's weakness. It boosted his confidence. As well as the drive to be the awesome big bother he was known to be in the past.
Lets stay in. shall we. I'll make breakfast, eggs sound good to you. Sammy. Sam didn't speak. But Dean took it as a yes. He knew his brother well. Or at least he had. Wearing. Plain black T. and comfortable jeans. He eyed Sam. For a moment. Sam. Was dressed in a long sleeved shirt. To hide his scars. And a pair of comfortable jeans. That clung to his ass. And thighs. Like a second layer of skin. Dean's mouth watered. The blonde hunter turned back to the stove. Cracking some eggs he started breakfast. He was glad to find a humble motel room. Last Thursday. The clerk. And staff were concerned. More of Sam. Then him. Dean had feed him a phony story. Making sure. Sam. Kept concisions. Until he was out of the danger zone. We need to change you bandages. And I would like another look at your side. He said evenly. Sam's. heart jolted in his chest.
Dean handed his brother a plate. Sam set aside his work. "so did you find anything. No. Sam answered moodily.
Sam! Dean warned. In a voice that Sam only heard with his father.
Sorry Dean. He said.
Dean seemed to take the apology. I don't want to see you hurt. Dean tried to explain himself. Ill be careful. Sam Replied.
Ah- no. not good enough said Dean. Reaching over the table. Tilting his brother's head. So that he was staring into raging vibrant green eyes. That swam with concern for his younger brother. Sam felt himself cave. He hated that. He hated when Dean made him feel so guilty. Castiel is coming over. He'll know what to do. Said Dean in a confident tone.
Sam scuffed. Dean let it go. But it didn't go unheard.
After breakfast. Dean ushered Sam in. the protesting hunter complied. Take off your shirt. Hell no. said thought Sam. Looking up. Dean had a stern glare in his eyes. He had said it out loud. Sam. I'm going to count to three.
I'm not five Dean.
1.
Dean,
2. Come on.
3. Dean Sprang up. His hands immediately going to the him on Sam's shirt. He tugged on it. Sam fought him. Sam's shirt rode up. Revealing a soft peak. At his defined Pecs and washboard abs. Sam was a beautiful creature. Dean placed an icy hand to Sam's chest. He immediately jumped. Dean chuckled pulling Sam's shirt off his the rest of the way. Sam cringed. As the fabric came In contact with his tender wrists. Dean frowned. Sorry he said.
Sam didn't speak. In fact he did his best to ignore his brother. Next time. Sam thought he wouldn't hesitate. He would leave. With or without the Impala. Dean's cold hands felt good. An his burning wrists. It soothed the ache. And at the same time. Sam felt weak. He was supposed to be the strong one. It was his turn. This was so unfair. Dean kneeled down. And doctored his wrists. This wasn't like the usual morning. Ever since Dean found out about Ruby. He hated letting Sam out of his sight. Hated it. When Sam would use his powers. He was helping people for gods sake. Killing the Demon without killing its host. Dean saw their old methods as the better methods. And enforced his opinion on Sam. And Don't get him started when. He told Dean. About what he had done with Ruby. The look on his brother's face. The mixture. Of betrayal and disgust. The anger that churned in his stomach. As Dean couldn't see past the part of them having sex. Ungodly sex. It was mutual. Their was no love involved. No heart. Sam was hurting. Ruby had happened to save him. And Dean. All his brother seemed to dwell on. Was the fact. Sam was no longer the brother he had left behind. Sam didn't know what happened to that brother. He so badly wanted that brother back. So badly wanted all of this to end. He wanted Lilth to pay. She didn't have to die to make Sam happy. She be tortured. To be hurt in a way that is unforgivable. Though. As much as he wanted to he couldn't bring himself to do it. Their was still some humanity left in him. Some inkling of his old self that regarded his brother's words.
There. All done. Said Dean. Wrapped tha gauze around. His wrist.
Thanks. Said Sam.
No problem. Dean Answered.
Sam. We need to talk. Sam rolled his eyes. That's all they had been doing.
About.
Ruby.
Dean. Sam warned. Trying to get his brother off the touchy subject. But Dean wouldn't be rectified. Or ridiculed. He wanted answers.
What your doing is wrong, Sam. I see it in your eyes. For a brief moment. I know I'm right. You know I'm right. She bad news.
But she could help us.
No Sam. She can't.
It was useless arguing both Sam and Dean had made up their minds. And neither would budge. Or give leave way to the other. Sam. Dean enforced. Clutching his brother's tender wrist Sam cringed. But didn't cry out.
You have to accept us. He said. This coming from a guy who doesn't believe in god. Sam shot back. A dull sting. Hit his cheek. Dean retracted his hand. He would have punched Sam. Any other time. But he figured Sam needed a break. He held Sam. By the scruff of his neck. When had Dean become so strong. When had Sam become so weak.
Dean was staring him down. Like some misbehaving little puppy. Dean stop. He finely murmured. Making a move to stand up. Dean pushed him back down. We wait until Castiel gets here. Dean wouldn't budge. And a twinge of fear. Made itself known. Dean reached out. Grasping a gun handle. He took it out. Aiming it at Sam's leg. I don't mind stitching you up Sam. You talk about dying. You talk about leaving me. I wont let you. Said Dean. Go to sleep Sam. I know. You didn't sleep well. Last night. Sam's heart clenched in his chest. Something was terribly wrong.
Preview of Chapter 2.
He had left his phone on the table. Dean was keeping watch. Waiting for sleep to claim his brother. Sam wasn't tired. Yes. He hurt. His wrist ached. His side burned. But he wasn't tired. He wanted to do research. But for his baby's sake. He wouldn't even mention it. Unless Dean mentioned it first. Sam closed his eyes. Surprised at how sleep came. Swift and fast. Dean's voice lulled him to sleep against his will.