High Steel Pt 1
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters & Parings: Dean/John, Sam/OFC,
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: violence, blood and gore, M/M sex, M/F sex, Not Wincest because Dean and John are not related, Complete AU with allusions to things that have happened in the show.
Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester are two brothers who hunt supernatural creatures while searching for their father. Dean meets and falls in love with a construction worker who ends up getting caught up in their world.
Dean was sitting at a table in the bar waiting for his brother to strike out with the brunette chick he was chatting up. He had to admit that poor Sammy hadn't been doing too well with the ladies. The last girl he hit on turned out to be a werewolf. He grinned at Sam waggling his eyebrows, and Sam shot him a look.
Dean was checking out prospective partners for the horizontal mambo and coming up short. Unlike his staid little brother he had no problems working both sides of the street. It automatically doubled your chances of getting a date any given time. He paused pulling his cell-phone out of his pocket checking for messages from their dad again. Nothing, he was seriously getting pissed off at the man.
The door swung open and a group of men walked in. Dean casually checked them out. Grease stained jeans, flannel shirts and steel-toed work boots. Three of the four he passed over immediately, one was sporting a wedding ring, one was ugly and the third was just plain weird. But the fourth guy, now he had promise. He was tall, taller than Dean by about an inch-give or take and nicely built. His dark hair, and two days growth of stubble were shot through with thin threads of silver, but Dean guessed the guy was no more than forty. When he looked over at Dean his warm hazel eyes were smiling.
"Oh yeah," Dean thought to himself. Now he just had to find out if the guy played for the home team, or at least, was open-minded.
Sliding out of the chair Dean strolled over to the bar beside the guy and leaned in asking the bar tender for another beer, even though the one he had left at the table was half full. The guy shuffled over making room for Dean to sit down, and smiled casually in his direction. Taking a deep breath Dean returned the smile. Holding out a hand he said,
"Hi I'm Dean Winchester."
The guy cocked his head, and then shook.
"John Lerisse."
Dean blinked.
"La Reese is that French or something?"
John shrugged.
"Hell if I know. So, Dean, you new around here or are you a tourist?"
"My brother and I are bounty hunters. We're actually workin' a case. You?"
Grinning John shook his head.
"Naw, nothing that interesting. I'm a steel monkey."
Laughing Dean blinked again.
"What?"
John swung around on the barstool pointing out of the plate-glass window at the bare bones of a multi-storied building going up next door.
"I work high-rise construction, a welder. We're called…"
"Steel monkeys, I get it. I could never do that."
"Oh yeah?" John picked up his beer blowing the foam off the top of the mug. "Why's that?"
Flushing the younger man grinned.
"I got this thing about heights, planes too."
John laughed, and Dean felt a shiver crawl up his spine. The older man cocked his head.
"Are you hitting on me?"
"Depends…"
"On what?"
Dean grinned again, laying his hand on the other man's thigh. John glanced down but didn't move.
"Depends on whether or not you're gonna punch my lights out if I am."
"Naw, I won't," John said taking a swig out of the beer mug.
Dean grinned, leaning over close to the other man's ear.
"Good 'cause I really want to fuck you."
John's eyes slipped close.
"You got a hotel room? Or we could go back to my place."
"Hotel's clear across town, your place closer?"
"Yep, just a couple of blocks away."
John finished off his beer, and rose. Dean stood up behind him, and then touched his shoulder.
"I'm just gonna give my brother the car keys. I'll meet you outside."
Nodding John watched as Dean walked over to another young man, sitting at a table with a pretty girl. The younger man glanced over at John smirking in his direction and took the set of keys his brother pushed into his hand. John clapped his buddy on the shoulder and muttered good night. The three men hooted when they saw Dean walking up to him.
John's place turned out to be a one bedroom apartment in a building that was older, but still clean and well maintained. They took the stairs up to the second floor and John let them in a door mid-way down the hall.
The front room was filled with bulky but comfortable furniture, and dark oak tables. In one corner was a dining table still cluttered with breakfast dishes. John sat down on the sofa motioning Dean into a chair and then stripped off his boots. With a sigh he rose and Dean stood up, tugging the older man to him with a sly grin. He leaned up, wrapping his palm around John's skull and pulling the older man into a kiss.
John sighed letting Dean take control of the kiss, opening to the younger man. Dean's fingers found the buttons on John's shirt, and then pushed it off his shoulders. John broke the kiss long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. Dean took the opportunity to shed his own shirt as well.
Carrying his clothes in one hand John led Dean down a short hallway to the bedroom. The bed was huge, still rumpled and covered with four or five pillows. Dean cast a glance at the older man, and John shrugged.
"I'm a restless sleeper."
He quickly removed his jeans and underpants, toeing off his socks as well. Dean finished stripping and followed the other man to the bed. The mattress gave beneath his knees as he crawled on the bed, and John flopped down beside him. With a smile Dean leaned over the other man's prone form. John rolled onto one side and tugged open a drawer in the nightstand. Pulling out a box of condoms and a white plastic tube he dropped them on the bed by his side.
Dean rolled them both over a little and grabbed the tube. He managed to work the cap up and drip a dollop of the stuff onto John's hip. The older man flinched a little when the cold gel hit his skin. Dean rubbed the lube briskly between his fingers and John's leg warming it, then dropped his hand to the older man's ass. He parted the firm rounded mounds and sank two fingers inside the other man's body.
Pressing forward to deepening the kiss Dean slid one arm around John's waist. The older man hooked his shin over Dean's hip pulling their bodies close together. John's cock painted the younger man's belly with clear fluid. Dean moaned then slid his cock against John's thrusting hard.
"Do you want to come like this?" he whispered, but John shook his head. He pushed back rocking up onto his hands and knees and Dean moved behind him sliding the condom on. John sighed when he felt Dean's cock slide between his ass cheeks, then the younger man pushed inside.
John grunted as Dean began thrusting hard, reaching around to grab John's half-hard cock. He pumped the older man to full hardness again then let John thrust into the loose curl of his fist. John came first, shuddering and cursing under his breath. Grinning Dean thrust in hard enough to bump John against the headboard, and shot his load. Panting he lay draped over the older man's back until he slid out with an audible pop. John laughed.
With a sigh John dropped onto the bed on his belly, not bothering to wipe his own come off. He wallowed around a little and glanced at the other man.
"You staying for breakfast?"
Dean grinned and fell on his back working one arm under the older man's shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. John let his eyes drift close. Dean lay awake for a few minutes then slid out of bed reaching down for his cell-phone. The message screen was blank and he hissed out a curse. It was going on six weeks that his father had been missing. He cast a glance back at the bed, and the slumbering form of the man in it. He thought briefly about leaving but he couldn't go find his father tonight. Sam was back at the hotel and knew how to reach him. He surrendered and slipped back into the bed curling up around the warm body of the older man.
Sunlight slipped through the half drawn blinds stabbing Dean right in the eye. He jerked rolling over and came in contact with another body. Fighting down panic he recalled that he had met an incredibly good looking construction worker at the bar the night before and was still ensconced in his bed. He felt crusty since they hadn't bothered taking a shower the before falling asleep, but John's nice rounded ass was peeking out of the sheets and Dean felt his dick begin to take notice. He leaned over John's back and grabbed the box of condoms fishing out the last foil packet. John had awakened by this time and was staring at him from under incredibly long, thick lashes. Dean grinned.
"You got anywhere you need to be soon?"
Shaking his head John slid over onto his back and tugged his growing erection.
"Saturday, remember. Even monkeys get the weekend off. You gonna put that thing to good use?"
"Unless you want to switch off?" Dean said hesitantly. He rarely liked to bottom, and was grateful when John just shook his head.
"Naw, I'm happy catching. You don't look like you'd enjoy it."
After a shared shower Dean picked up his cell phone and punched in Sam's number. When his little brother answered his voice sounded dry and harsh. There was a moment of snuffling on the line then Sam coughed once.
Dean grinned.
"Rise and shine, Sammy."
"Dean," Sam whispered into the phone, then shuffled around on the bed grabbing for the clock on the nightstand. Rubbing a hand over his eyes the younger Winchester sighed.
"Where are you?"
"At John's," Dean said, as if that information would be any use to his younger sibling. He snickered when he heard Sam muttering under his breath.
"The good looking older guy from the bar last night?" Sam asked, and his brother chuckled. "Dean why do you get involved with all these people you know we're just leaving town in a couple of days anyway."
Sighing Dean watched as John finished dressing. Turning his back he glanced at his watch and said,
"I'm going to take John out for breakfast. I've been checking for messages from Dad, but nothing. How about you?"
He could hear the frustration in his younger brother's irritated grumbling. Finally Sam replied,
"No, I'm getting really worried about him too, Dean. But what can we do we haven't got a clue where to look."
Dean closed his phone and turned to John with a smile.
"You ready to go?"
After breakfast John stood in the parking lot of the restaurant with the younger man waiting for his brother to pick him up. Dean smiled at John then motioned to the black Impala coming around the corner of the street.
"That's Sam. Can I see you again? I don't know how long we're going to be in town, but I'd like to see you again if you want."
Smiling John nodded. "Sure I'll give you my cell number; you know where I live. Give me a call. I usually work early hours, five to three most days."
He watched the two young men drive away. With a sigh John walked down the street to his apartment. He had errands to run, and he frowned. It was just his luck to get interested in someone who wasn't going to stay around. Shaking his head he walked through the parking lot to his truck.
Monday morning came just a little too early for John considering that Dean had spent the night again, leaving just after the alarm had rung. John hurried through his shower and decided to forgo shaving or else he would have noticed the huge purplish hickey that Dean had left on his neck.
He got to the site a little late, and was irritated by the gawkers hanging around the front of the fence. John felt like chasing them away, and settled for just shouldering his way through the crowd. Once he was behind the chain link fence, and into the girders themselves John noticed the black and yellow crime scene tape wrapped around the corner of the first floor, and the rust colored stains on the cement footing. He took the lift up to the fourteenth floor where they were working and came across two of his friends. John lifted his chin in the direction of the southwest corner of the building and jerked his head.
"What's going on?"
Mike Peralta took a deep breath then hooked his cell phone onto his tool belt shrugging.
"The cops wouldn't say nothing, but me and Danny heard that Rick Walters did a header off the thirteenth last night."
John's eyes widened.
"Rick, isn't his wife having a baby? Why would he leave her alone at a time like that?"
"Maybe he didn't have a choice," Mike said, shaking his head.
John blinked; it didn't seem likely that one of the guys would toss Rick off the building. He was one of the most well liked people in the company.
"You know that's the fourth accident that has happened on the thirteenth in the last six months. Something weird is going on."
Mike grinned at him.
"Johnny, you got an over-active imagination. The only thing going on around here is that you don't have the common decency to cover up the fact that you're getting some when the rest of us ain't."
John stuttered to a halt then frowned at the older man.
"How the hell did you know…"
He paused blushing when Mike slapped his leg laughing.
"You walked right into that one besides, your new boyfriend is a practicing cannibal."
"What?" John exclaimed until Mike put his fingers under John's chin tilting his head up.
"Sure looks like he was chewing on your ass."
John jerked his head away blushing again.
"That's my neck. I don't have any bite marks on my ass."
"Not that we can see anyway."
"And you're not going to either," John snorted.
Mike cracked up laughing as John disappeared into the recesses of the building heading back to his spot. He fired up the torch and picked up his mask when a movement from deeper in the building caught his eye. Dropping the mask John flipped the torch off and set it on the floor.
The light was poor in the tarp covered part of the finished out section of the building, and John had trouble spotting the figure moving in the semi-darkness. But something flashed again and John turned. Cursing under his breath he patted his thigh for the flashlight he usually kept hanging on his belt and looked down when he came up empty. Just as John was about to turn around there was another flash of movement. He jerked his head up trying to locate the intruder, but it seemed as if he could only see the movements from the corner on his eye. He took a hesitant step forward.
A shimmering blue-gray light caught John's attention and he walked a few steps further into the darkness. Suddenly a man rose up, coming at John with incredible speed. He tried to side step the figure but a wave of cold air washed over him and John found himself propelled ten feet across the floor to fetch up against a girder. His head hit the beam and John's vision swam.
He rolled over trying to rock up onto his hands and knees when the shimmering light enveloped him and John felt a pair of cold hands grasp his neck. He gagged, flailing at the air trying to get a good grasp on the figure's arms. His hands passed through and John felt his head throb as his vision grayed out. His chest heaved and John sagged against the beam. The figure leaned forward and John tried to cry out. He knew that face.
A loud noise caused John to jerk and then the hands at his neck were gone. He sagged against the floor. Mike Peralta hurried to his side bending down, shaking John's shoulder. John gasped when he realized that he could breathe again and Mike's face swan into his field of vision. John couldn't hear what Mike was saying, but he watched through half-closed eyes as the older man babbled into his radio.
The paramedics insisted on taking John to the hospital and the other men in the crew watched as the ambulance pulled away from the curb. Mike Peralta was just about to take the lift up to the fourteenth floor when he spotted a young blond kid coming through the crowds. It took him a few minutes to place the guy then he remembered the younger man from the bar. The guy who had picked up John on Friday night.
Mike frowned it seemed as if the guy was trouble with a capital T. Even as he thought it he knew it wasn't fair. There had been accidents before the guy showed up, but since Friday the pace seemed to be stepping up. First Rick had done his swan dive, and now John had had some kind of seizure.
Dean picked his way past the fence and spotted the big, heavyset guy that had been with John at Sully's Place on Friday night. The other man frowned at him when Dean slid to a halt, then offered him a grim smile.
"I'm looking for John Lerisse…"
Mike glared. "Yeah, I kinda thought you might be, but he ain't here."
Dean frowned. "He said he usually worked five to three, weekdays. I just wanted to talk to him for a few minutes. Can you call him down? I know that I can't go up and see him."
"Look…"
"Dean Winchester."
Mike nodded, grudgingly shaking the proffered hand.
"Dean, we've had a kinda rough go at things this morning. One of our guys had an accident here early and then John had some kind of seizure and they took him to the hospital."
"Has he had seizures before?" Dean asked, and Mike cast a sideways glance at him. Finally when Dean was almost sure that the older man wasn't going to answer Mike took a deep breath.
"No. As far as I know John hadn't ever had any kind of seizures. The company wouldn't hire him if he had, too dangerous. He was raving like a lunatic too when the paramedics got there. I think all the accidents were starting to get to him."
Dean cocked his head.
"Accidents, what kind of accidents?"
"In the past six months we've had four guys jump off the thirteenth floor. And now John had this fit."
"You said that John was raving like a lunatic, what'd you mean by that?"
"He was talking real crazy, said that he was attacked, thrown against the beam and that he didn't have a seizure. He said that Pete McCall tried to choke him to death."
"Well, maybe this Pete guy did try to kill John. Maybe he pushed those guys off the building."
Mike frowned again.
"Pete McCall was the guy that trained John fifteen years ago. He couldn't have attacked John or killed anybody."
Dean nodded pulling a small notepad out of his pocket and scribbling down the name.
"So this Pete guy, he retired?"
"Nope, he's stone cold dead. Has been for almost seven months now. Got in an argument with a pipe cutter, and ended up with his guts splattered all over the thirteenth floor."
Nodding Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket. Quickly he turned back to the older man.
"Uh…do you know what hospital they took John to?"
"Mercy General, just few blocks down to the right on Allred Street."
Dean hurried back to the Impala then leaned against the door waiting for his brother to pick up his phone. When the line connected he said without preamble, "Sammy, look up everything that you can find on the death of a construction worker at the Sill Towers site. It was about seven months ago, a guy named Pete McCall. I think we've got a haunting. I'm going over the Mercy General Hospital. John was attacked by something this morning."
TBC