Solace
Author: Tainted Gemini
Fandom: Supernatural and Charmed crossover
Rating: M for later chapters.
Warning: Slash Slight spoilers. Sexual situations mentions of incest and rape and language
Pairings: Sam/Chris mentions of Dean/Sam and Wyatt/Chris
Summary
After the death of his brother, Sam is feeling completely lost. Will a chance encounter with a stranger set him on the right path again?
Slash Supernatural charmed crossover. I probably ignored a lot of stuff but oh well, let's just say it's AU. I would like to apologies in advance for out of character Sam and Chris, also any bad spelling and grammar, I do not have a beta. Please R and R
Chapter One
Hopelessness surrounded Sam Winchester, disconnecting him from the people around him. People like the ones who chatted to one another, while spending their hard earned cash, on assortment of beverage. Or the people who danced to the beat of the music, as if they were in a trance, they all might as well have been on another planet, as far as Sam was concerned. The one person in the world, who truly mattered to Sam, was gone. Dean, his brother was dead; everything else was just meaningless to him now. All he had now was his bitterness and the hunt.
That creeping feeling of being watched hit him dragging him out of his self-made cocoon. Looking up, his eyes fell upon a man, who seemed to be about his own age. He was tall, a bit on the skinny side; lanky would be the correct term he supposed. His face was framed by longish black hair, and eyes that, although he was just that bit far away, he could tell were green. Green eyes, just like Dean. The stranger was sitting at the bar quite a bit away, and the Bar, was filled to the brim with people, but he seemed to only have eyes for Sam. Another man sitting beside him, bigger built, older, and obviously more than a bit drunk, was trying to get his attention. Still his eyes never left Sam. The bigger man grabbed the green eyed man by the arm, before pulling him right off of his seat. The younger one glared at the older man, but strangely he did nothing else. He didn't yell. He didn't try to reason; he didn't ask for help, it was like he did not even care.
Sensing trouble Sam stood up, making his way carefully towards them. The older man struck out with his fist, with surprising speed, and surprisingly accurately, for someone as intoxicated as he appeared to be, knocking the younger man to the floor. Sam got there just in time to block the next blow, catching the assailants arm in mid strike.
"Leave him alone!"
The hunters tone, whispered of what he was capable of doing, but the man was either too drunk, or too stupid to listen. Instead of backing off the man growled,
"This is between me, and the little whore; so back off!"
The disrespectful vulgar worlds, and what they implied, made Sam see red, the hunter struck out, his fist connecting with the others man's nose, nearly knocking the other man off his feet. Unfortunately despite the blood that ran down the others face, he could tell, he had not managed to break the man's nose. He really wished he had. In the moment he had struck, he had felt a moment of satisfaction, it was a pity really.
"Why you!" the drunk cried.
He wiped at his nose, groaning slightly. The groan soon turned quickly to a growl, as he recovered, he sent the blood covered fist into Sam's stomach, causing him to grunt in pain, and Sam thought that maybe, three days without sleep had not been such a good idea after all. In the meantime the green eyed man had gotten to his feet again. Sam watched as he promptly walked up to his attacker, and kneed him in the groin. The intoxicated man collapsed on the floor in pain, cursing, and whimpering in turns. Sam could not help himself, he laughed, loudly, uncontrollably, and it felt ridiculously great. The green eyed man turned to him, smiling at him briefly, and Sam could not help but think that it was, a very beautiful smile. Then again the man was gorgeous. Sam dismissed those thoughts at once; he had not time for thoughts like that anymore, or the right.
"Thanks for your help but as you can see I can take care of myself." the man said before turning away and heading out the door.
Sam frowned at the door the other man had used to exit the scene, he was not happy that the other man had left so quickly, he had some question for him. Well he would just have to follow him then. It was his turn to play stalker then, he thought to himself smiling. Walking up to the older man, who was still lying piteously lying on the floor, he was also still groaning in pain, mush to the hunter's great satisfaction.
"What did you want with him?" he asked coldly.
The man actually laughed; well it was more of a croak really.
"What did I want?" he smirked, "What anyone wants out of pretty little whore, a quick fuck in the alley" he answered snidely, before adding, "If you ask me he was asking for it coming here looking like that!"
Sam promptly kicked him in the stomach.
"No one asked you, you come near him again I will hunt you down" Sam promised before leaving the club.
He caught up with the other man outside the club. The greed eyed man was leaning up against the wall of the side of the bar. He seemed lost in thought, but when he noticed the other man's presence, he jumped slightly, before asking with a voice filled with annoyance,
"Why are you following me?"
Sam smirked at the stranger, before answering his question, with a question of his own
"Were you watching me?" he countered.
"You looked so lost like me," was the soft honest reply.
Sam's smile slid from his face instantly.
"What business is that of yours?" he asked coldly.
The other man was too close to the truth, and Sam wanted to hide from it.
"None, but I just wanted to say. Do not give up there; is always a way out!"
The younger man sounded so sincere, Sam's mouth opened and shut but the words would not come out. Who was this stranger that could read him so well?
"Not this time." he managed to get out.
His sounded so bitter, even to his own ears. The green eyed stranger walked slowly towards him his body language relaxed, his eyes seemed to say trust me.
"There is always a way." he repeated softly.
His moved his hand to touch Sam's face. Sam stilled for a moment, afraid to move, to pull away, or tom move closer, but the heat of the others hand was tantalising. A sound that sounded like a cross between a sob and a sigh surged from his throat and out his mouth, before he leant into the touch. It had been so long since he had been touched, so intimately, so very long. His eyes fluttered closed, and he sighed with pleasure at the gentle touch. He was so caught up in the sensation, that he nearly missed the whispered words.
"Trust me!"
It was almost like the green eyed man was begging. The soft words were unthreatening but they were jarring, breaking through the false sense of peace the soft touch of the others hand had brought, it disappeared completely making him feel strangely cold, he pulled away.
"Trust You? I do not even know your name!" he whispered back.
Half of him wanted to run, half of him wanted to touch the beautiful man back.
"It's Chris." was the man's answer before he tenderly touched his lips to Sam.
Sam stood as still as a statue; until Chris applied more pressure ,and as if a spell broke, Sam wrapped one arm around the youngers waist, his other hand tangling in the others silky hair, deepening the kiss. Chris moaned, allowing Sam access to his mouth. Which Sam took full advantage of, exploring every inch of the others mouth hungrily, making the younger man moan even more. God this was heaven, he thought he had not felt this alive, since before Dean's death. Dean! He pulled back hastily causing Chris to whimper slightly at the loss. His expression was one of confusion, hurt, hunger and rejection.
"I lost someone very important to me. I am not ready" he said pleading with his eyes for understanding.
Chris nodded, as he seemed to try and pull himself together.
"I understand …I lost someone too, but it was quite a while ago."
His tone wistful as if remembering, his eyes on the other hand, told of the pain that would never heal. Sam knew that look; he saw it in the mirror every time he glanced in it. He looked at the younger man with understanding, leaning forward he kissed the shorter man's lips, softly, briefly, but with such feeling, it made the younger man shiver slightly.
"Can I see you again Chris?"
There was such hopefulness in the older man's voice, that the younger man smiled, and after a moment of indecision, he nodded his consent. Sam smiled at that. The younger man made to leave before shaking his head and giving the older man a vocal response to the question,
"I would like that, same time next week. See you then Sam."
He grinned, at the widening of the others smile, at his response.
"See you then Chris!" Sam called in a happy daze watching him go.
It did not enter his head that Chris had called him by name, even though he had not given it, until later. He touched a finger to his lips he, Chris had promised to see him in a week, his smile grew.