Title: Misguided Ghosts
Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz
Info: A historic, haunted Tavern proves more than just a simple haunting. Set early season 2 Dean/Sam 5th in the "BYC Verse"
Author's Note: For Janice who wanted some case!fic with her naughty. :D Thank you for all you do for me!
This story is complete in 9 chapters so expect a chapter a day, more than likely. :D
Graphic depictions within.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh
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'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact, they follow me
And we just go in circles
And now I'm told that this is life
That pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify?
Our broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on
And run to them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh, you are not useless
We are just
Misguided ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
Misguided Ghosts - Parmore
Chapter 1
Bobby strode off his porch and headed toward the garage in search of his boys. Things had been a little rough after their Dad's death but Sam seemed to have finally pulled his brother's head out of his ass, for which Bobby was grateful. He smirked as he banged on the door before yanking it open and, as expected, found them on opposite sides of the Impala looking innocent with flushed faces. He rolled his eyes at them for thinking he was that stupid. He didn't exactly understand their relationship but it obviously made them happy – one of the few things they had left in this life that did anymore – so he'd just go on pretending to live in happy ignorance.
"Got you boys somethin' useful to do," Bobby announced and held up a folder, handing it to Sam. "Got a friend in Bardstown, Kentucky, who just took up ownership of a historic inn." He chuckled. "Apparently, he thought all the ghost stories were just to sucker tourists."
"I take it they're real." Dean walked over to look over his brother's shoulder, easing behind him on Sam's other side from Bobby and surreptitiously slid a hand over his brother's ass, enjoying the little twitch of the pages Sam was holding in reaction.
Sam cleared his throat and shot an irritated look at his brother. "How many are there?" He scanned through the pages while Dean's hand shifted up to the back of his neck and pressed meaningfully against the collar under his shirt. Sam tuned him out for a moment as he read and his brows rose. "You want us to try and lay all of them to rest?"
"Naw, not all of 'em," Bobby went to the cooler on a table next to the car and pulled out a beer, giving Sam a moment to knock his brother into line, which he did as Bobby heard a soft grunt and turned around to find Sam smiling and Dean glaring with a hand on his stomach. "Just one. Done a little of the research myself and I don't think the one my friend's worried about was there until recently. Over two hundred years of history and this is the first time anyone's been hurt."
"Any idea who it is…was?" Sam flipped through the rest of the pages, scanning the history of the Talbott Tavern and then snorted. He plucked the page out and turned, handing it to his brother. "Check out one of the ghosts rumored to visit."
"Who?" Dean looked down, reading through the list and his jaw fell open as he started to chuckle. "Oh, hell yeah, we are taking this job!"
Sam laughed. "Jesse James' ghost. I can see it now. I'm gonna find you knocking back whiskeys at the bar with a ghost in the middle of the night, aren't I?"
Bobby nodded and shook his head with an amused laugh at the cheerful expression on Dean's face. "Thought that'd get his interest." He took a drink from his beer and waved at the papers Sam was holding. "Place's only got five rooms, but Dave - that's my buddy - he's makin' sure to keep one open for you. I tried to get him to close down 'til you can deal with it, but then he started whinin' about mortgages and bank loans and I tuned him out."
Dean handed the page back to Sam with a laugh. "Good thing I just changed her oil then," He said and ran a hand over the trunk of the Impala and sent a meaningful look at his little brother while Bobby's head was turned, grinning as Sam's face heated.
Sam cleared his throat again and closed the file. "I'll go get us packed."
"I'll come with ya," Bobby followed him out and sighed. "I tried to get him to let ya just purify the whole damn building, but he wants the other ghosts to stay." He snorted and rolled his eyes. "Damn fool's afraid if they're gone, his business'll dry up."
"Sooner or later, the rest of the ghosts are probably going to become a danger," Sam said sadly as they reached the house.
"I know, but he's runnin' the show right now so…we leave 'em." Bobby went up the steps and fixed him with a stern look. "That don't mean I expect you boys to let yourselves get hurt just to save his profit margin. If you gotta send the lot of 'em on, then do it. I'll deal with him later."
"Yes, sir," Sam said, a little relieved to know they could cleanse the place if they absolutely had to.
"I'll make ya up some of Missouri's charms to take with ya' while you pack." Bobby watched him go up the stairs to the room they shared and chuckled softly. "Idjits."
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Twelve hours after getting on the road, Sam had finally convinced his brother to find somewhere to eat. Dean had been enjoying the drive, like he usually did behind the wheel of his beloved car. Sam smirked. There were times he felt almost jealous of the car. He looked up at his brother across the booth and smirked again; Dean had a giant piece of homemade apple pie and was making obscene happy noises about eating it. Sam slipped his sneaker off one foot under the table and then eased his foot up between his brother's legs. He pressed his sock-covered toes into Dean's crotch and chuckled when Dean gasped and then coughed, trying not to choke on the bite he'd just taken.
Dean sputtered and coughed and stared wide-eyed as Sam's toes stroked down the length of his now hardening cock under the table. He narrowed his eyes. "Sammy."
"Yes, Dean?" Sam asked innocently. He leaned back and pulled the neck of his flannel open to bare the collar he almost never took off now. He didn't wear it as a symbol of subservience in any way, shape, or form. Neither of them wanted that. He wore it as a constant reminder of the bond between them and that special feeling of simply belonging. Not to mention it was sexy as hell, and he loved how he could use it to totally capture Dean's attention with nothing more than a simple gesture of putting his hand to his throat. Of course, the opposite was also true, and Dean could have him ready to go to his knees with just a touch to the simple band and that dark look in his eyes.
But for the moment, Sam was the one doing the teasing. He slid the fingers of one hand slowly under the dark brown elephant hair, licking his lips as Dean's eyes followed his fingers hungrily, and tugged on it. "Problem?" he asked and pressed his foot harder against Dean's cock, earning a grunt of arousal.
"Oh, you little…" Dean broke off as their waitress came up to the table.
"Can I get you boys anything else?" She fluttered her lashes at Dean, trying for at least the fourth time since they'd come in to get his attention.
Sam rolled his eyes and continued to stroke his toes over his brother. "I think we're good. Thanks."
"Oh." She gave only a parting, disinterested glance to Sam and looked back at Dean, leaning a hip on the table. "Are you sure?"
Dean had tried to be nice but the look she'd given his brother, like he wasn't worth her time, rubbed him just the wrong way. He put a cold smile on his face and looked up at her. "The only thing I need is to get my lover over there somewhere private so I can put that sweet ass to good use. Don't think you can help with that." He grinned as her eyes blew wide and her jaw dropped before she spluttered and walked away.
Sam was still staring at Dean, a little in shock that he'd actually said that aloud, not to mention feeling incredibly damn horny. "Holy shit, Dean."
Dean turned his eyes to his brother's now lust-blown, blue-green eyes and gave him a heated look as he licked his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Sam's foot stilled on his crotch while his eyes were glued to Dean's mouth and Dean chuckled. "Put your shoe back on, Sam."
Sam had to process that for a moment, brain sluggish with desire, and then he put his foot back on the floor and hastily yanked the shoe back on.
"Bathroom," Dean said firmly and leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the seat. "Now." Sam opened his mouth to say something but Dean raised a finger and a brow. Sam closed his mouth with a small smile on his face, nodded, slipped out of the booth and headed for the back of the restaurant. Dean gave it a couple minutes, reaching down to adjust himself in his jeans. Thanks to Sam, he was hard as hell and could practically taste his little brother already. He got up finally and made his way to the back, around the thin wall that hid the restrooms and pushed open the men's room door.
Sam watched him come in to the small room and was all but vibrating with need since Bobby's arrival had aborted the fun they'd been about to have back at the salvage yard. The room was small, a single-occupancy bathroom, barely four-feet square with a sink, toilet, and one long, narrow mirror on the back wall. He took the two steps to Dean, reaching past him to push the door closed and lock it. He pressed up against his big brother and slid a hand down Dean's cock through his jeans with a smile.
"It was the pie," Sam said softly and bit along Dean's chin, smiling when his brother groaned softly. "The sounds you were making, and you kept licking those damn lips…Jesus."
Dean chuckled then and reached up to curl his fingers over the choker he'd given his brother, slipping them underneath until it pulled taut around his throat. "S'gonna cost ya', little brother."
"Oh, man, I hope so," Sam said with a breathless laugh and then moaned as Dean crushed their mouths together, thrusting his tongue into Sam's like he owned him…and he did.
Dean plundered Sam's mouth, tugging at the collar until Sam was a moaning, panting mess against him. He pushed him back a little and then turned him to face the mirror. He put his hands under Sam's shirt as he pressed against his back and ran them up his chest, scraping his nails over the skin and making Sam writhe while Dean watched his face. "Think she knows what we're up to in here?" Dean asked softly in his brother's ear and took hold of his nipples under the shirt, pinching until a needy whine came out of Sam and licked the outside of his ear. "That waitress. Bet she'd get on her knees if she could see you like this, hot…begging for me."
"Fuck, Dean. Please!" Sam gasped and couldn't take his eyes from the mirror and his brother's face, dark with passion over his shoulder. He moaned softly as Dean's hands moved down his chest to his jeans, opened them, and shoved them down.
Dean grinned as Sam muffled a whine while he wrapped his fingers around his brother's cock and pulled it out. It was hard, the head already weeping, and he gave it a hard stroke up and down to make Sam's knees weak. "So fuckin' hot, Sammy. Damn." He groaned and then took hold of Sam's shirts and pulled them up over his head, tossing them in the sink.
Sam groaned loudly when Dean pushed him over, slapping his hands into the mirror. He couldn't take his eyes off Dean behind him, the look of concentration on his face as he pushed Sam's jeans down farther to bare his ass and then opened his own taking out his straining cock. "Fuck, Dean."
Dean pressed the length of his cock between the cheeks of Sam's ass for a moment, just sliding up and down and reveled in the feel. He looked over and met his brother's lust-filled gaze in the mirror as he smoothed a hand over one cheek and pushed a finger up into him. Dean's mouth fell open on a groan of desperate need when he found that Sam was already lubed up and open. "Holy…when?"
Sam moaned and smiled, pushing back against the feel of Dean's finger inside him, needing more. "Last rest stop…bathroom." He gasped as Dean crooked his finger and brushed his prostate. "Wanted you!"
"Fuck." Dean pulled his finger out, overwhelmed that his brother had prepared himself to be bent over and taken wherever he could goad Dean into it. "You got me, Sammy." He growled and shoved his cock inside the wet, slick hole hard until his hips slapped into the cheeks of Sam's ass.
Sam turned his face into his shoulder to try and muffle the howl as Dean filled him completely and without warning. He gasped for breath and managed to turn his head back to the mirror as Dean pulled out, wanting to see his face again when he pushed back in. "God…Dean!" The look on Dean's face alone was almost enough to make him come, and he saw the glare of warning; no words needed to tell him that he wasn't allowed to touch himself. Sam shuddered and muffled another cry into his skin.
Dean fought the pull of Sam's body. Each time he drove in, it was like Sam's body tried to hold on to him. The muscles pulsing around his cock were going to make sure this was as short and dirty as he'd planned it to be. He cracked the palm of one hand into his brother's ass, leaving a red hand print and leaned over his body for a moment to bite possessively at his neck. "Want her to know," Dean's gravelly voice said in Sam's ear, earning another hard shudder from him. "Want her to know you're mine." He slammed home inside Sam again, gasping for breath into his hair. "That I'm yours." He reached down and took hold of Sam's neglected cock and gave three hard strokes in time with his cock moving inside him.
Sam's back arched up as he came helplessly, spattering his stomach and the mirror in front of him as he bit his own shoulder to try and muffle the cries of his pleasure. Dean's cock slid in and out of him so smoothly and powerfully, pressing his prostate on each stroke, and the vision of Dean behind him about to come for himself drew a second orgasm out of Sam.
"Shit, Sammy!" Dean said almost reverently as his little brother spasmed and writhed, seeing his face lost in pleasure, mouth open and breathing heavily while the muscles inside him closed like a vice around him. "Sam!" Dean's release slammed into him and he came, filling up his brother with hot pulses as his hips stuttered and he laid himself over his brother's back, trying to get his breath back.
Sam groaned and slowly pushed up from the mirror with Dean draped over him until he felt his brother slide his arms around his chest and tug him in. He let his head drop back to rest on Dean's shoulder and smiled. "My favorite...favorite caveman."
Dean chuckled and bit gently at Sam's neck just below the collar before he set him away and turned him around. "You're a mess, Sammy." He grabbed Sam's shirts from the sink and then took hold of his brother's hand before he could get hold of a paper towel. "Uh uh," Dean shook his head and stepped into him. He dragged a finger slowly down Sam's chest to his stomach and through the cooling spots of come. Dean brought the finger up to his mouth and sucked on it while Sam's eyes went wide like saucers and then he smiled.
"Dean," Sam groaned and sucked in a breath as his brother went to his knees in front of him. Sam curled forward over Dean's head as he felt his tongue stroking up his stomach, cleaning the come from him and the slow, rough scratch of the paper towel behind him.
Dean hummed into Sam's stomach with the taste of him in his mouth and leaned back. He took hold of Sam's jeans and pulled them up, carefully zipping them and buttoning him back up before he stood, curved his hands back around Sam's ass and squeezed. "I like knowing you've still got me in you."
Sam's eyes slammed closed on a fresh burst of lust as his whole body shuddered at the tone in Dean's voice. He rested his forehead against Dean's with a shaky laugh. "Fuck, Dean. Killin' me here."
Dean chuckled, gave his ass a little slap and went to the door. "Not yet, I'm not. Come on. We got more road to eat up."
Sam shook himself and adjusted his jeans around his cock as it decided it could happily rise to another occasion. He smirked when Dean waited for him and took his hand. Dean didn't normally indulge in the whole public display of affection thing unless he could either do it sneakily or if they were somewhere that their relationship, as men if not brothers, would be easily accepted. So, he smiled softly as Dean's warm fingers curled around his hand and followed just behind him at his shoulder.
Dean stopped at their table and pulled a five out of his pocket, tossing it on the table and looked over to grin at their waitress who was staring openly at them along with the other six or so people in the restaurant. They hadn't been exactly quiet. "That's for the service," Dean told her and pulled Sam out the door with him.
Sam couldn't help the chuckle and brought his brother's hand up to his mouth, dropping a kiss across his knuckles before Dean let go and went around the Impala to the driver's side. "You're shameless, dude."
Dean nodded and shrugged. "You like it."
Sam rolled his eyes and opened his door. "Yeah, I kinda do."
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Bardstown was smaller than Sam had thought it would be; not that it was tiny, but it was more like an oversized village than bustling town. Most of the buildings were old, turn-of-the-century stone and brick with faded, brightly-colored shutters. The Talbott Tavern stood out prettily on the corner of the square as they drove past it and around the back looking for the parking lot. The fire renovation from years earlier showed in its clean walls and well-tended structure.
Dean pulled into the small lot, parking at the end of a line of four other cars and looked over the back entrance beyond a victory garden and red-stone walkway. "Think this is one of the nicest places we've ever stayed." He climbed out and looked up at the old building. His Hunter's sense was already tingling with the feeling of something 'other' in the building. He went to the trunk with his brother to pull out their bags and grinned.
"Think I'll start my search in the bourbon bar." Dean waggled his brows at his brother. "Saw that on the brochure. A bourbon bar, Sammy."
Sam chuckled and put his bag over his shoulder. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me." They walked up the stone path to the entrance and stepped inside into a spacious tavern that looked to take up most of the first floor. It was warmly lit with dark wood floors, stuffed chairs, two fireplaces, and an arch that led to what had to be the bourbon bar. Sam glanced around at the few people in sight and a shiver ran down his spine; there was definitely a ghostly presence in the building. He could feel them more keenly lately since his visions had become more common and distinctly hoped they wouldn't surface on this job.
"Hello there! You must be the Winchesters!" A middle-aged man with an impressive beer belly in a red-checked flannel shirt smiled and strode over to them. He was short, just reaching Dean's shoulder, and his rosy cheeks said he spent a fair amount of time sampling his own bourbon. He brushed thin, blonde hair off his face and held out a hand to them, shaking both their hands. "I'm Dave. Come on back to the office with me and we can talk." He leaned in after looking around furtively. "Don't want the other guests to know what's going on, you know?"
Dean nodded and turned to smirk at Sam as they followed him. "I thought the ghosts were good for business?"
Sam shrugged and walked closer to his brother, suddenly needing the comfort of his presence. "Maybe he doesn't want them to know that people have been hurt." He rolled his eyes. "It would probably boom his business rather than hurt it these days." He slapped a hand out to Dean's shoulder and lowered his voice. "We could call in the Ghostfacers."
Dean glared and made sure to stomp on his brother's foot. "You call those two idiots, and I'm tying your ass in the trunk for a week."
"Promises, promises." Sam grinned and ducked the slap to his head. He shivered suddenly and dropped back a step to look behind them. He'd felt something…watching. He couldn't see anything out of place, just the employees and patrons, and shook his head at himself. Dean would never let him live it down if he found out the place was giving Sam the creeps. "Not sure I like this job," he muttered and then jogged to catch up with his brother and Dave, not seeing the dark shadow that flitted from the wall behind them and into the light before it vanished.
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To Be Continued…