That's my Job
The night had started off so normally… how did something like this happen?
-Warning: Rated for (non-discriptive) character abuse and Winchester style protection/revenge. If you are apposed the 'the worst case scenario', or of siblings doing what they have to do to protect their own, do not continue-
Dean Winchester all but threw himself from the Impala as he killed the engine in the parking lot of their latest no-tell motel. He hurried to get the door open for Sam who was dragging Adam out of the back seat, his head flopping weakly from side to side as his older brother all but carried him to the room. Dean shook his head feeling completely helpless… How could something like this happen? The night, Dean reflected, had started off so normally…
The brothers had gone to a local bar looking to drum up some cash… and maybe a new lead for their dieing case. Dean was currently hustling some half drunk frat boys out of their drinking money for the net month; wile Sam kept a careful watch on his brothers from his place at the table the three of them had claimed when they first arrived. For his part, Adam was at the bar talking to the guy working there… as much teasing as it earned him from Dean, Adam did play gay much better than either of his brothers. Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he watched another patron of the bar moved a little too close to his baby brother for the younger's comfort. Adam stiffened and shifted away from the other man, though he didn't seem to notice. Adam took his drink from the bar man, gave him one last smile before turning his back on the other man and making his way back to the table and Sam.
"So…" He said as Adam took back his seat. "Who's you're new friend?"
"Eat me."
"Hmm… I think I'll pass." Sam said smirking to himself, "I don't roll that way… but if you think you're finally ready to take that final step, I'm sure you're new friend would be more than willing to help you out."
"Really Sam?" Adam asked throwing his hands up, "Really? I mean Dean I'm use to, but jabs a my sexuality from you, that stings a little Sammy."
"Well I am your older brother, making you miserable is one of the perks of my job."
"A perk you seem to enjoy just a little too much." Adam muttered continuing to nurse his beer. Sam chuckled openly at that, "Oh more than you know…"
He trailed off as he saw Dean arguing with one of the drunk frat boys, "I'll be right back."
Adam kept watch as Sam make his way over to stand behind their big brother, even though there isn't much two Winchester brothers (in any combination) couldn't handle. He couldn't help but laugh as the guy fighting with Dean physically shuttered and drew away when confronted with Sam's huge form. The middle brother was just a big teddy bear, but that guy didn't need to know that.
"You look like you could use some company."
Adam started a little, looking over he noticed the same guy from the bar, "No thanks, I'm good."
"Aw c'mon." He said, sliding casually into Sam's seat.
"That seats taken." Adam said glaring at him before looking back towards his brothers. Ok seriously, why weren't Sam's 'mother hen' senses going haywire?
"Playing hard to get, huh?" The guy said laying his hand over Adam's, "I kind of like it."
"Get lost." He snarled yanking his hand back and away from the man.
"Don't be like that." He smiled, "I jus-"
"That's my seat." Sam growled lowly from behind the guy, "You have about ten seconds to move your ass before I move it for you."
Deciding it was best not to test his luck with the rather intimidating man, the coward scampered away to the far side of the bar.
"You alright?" Sam asked reclaiming his chair as Adam downed the last of his beer.
"Yeah." Adam said, making eye contact with a worried looking Dean and nodding that he was ok, "Yeah, I'm fine."
A little bit later Dean had moved from frat boys to bikers making Sam seriously contemplate fratricide; but, for Adam, the bar seemed to be spinning, and he could not get the throbbing in the back of his head to go away. Groaning he stood up, "I'm gonna go lie down."
Sam looked up at him concerned, "You ok?"
"Yeah." Adam said rubbing at his eyes, "Just feel a little light headed is all."
Sam handed him the keys to the Impala, "Lock yourself in. There's ibuprofen in the glove compartment, should be a bottle of water on the front seat."
Adam nodded in acknowledgement before taking the keys and heading for the door. He didn't think it was possible but the room started to spin even more, lines and shapes of thing began to blur and he tripped over the door step on his way out. An arm around his waist was the only thing that kept him from face planting into the rough, pothole-ridden parking lot.
"Hey there sexy," A familiar voice said in his ear as the arm around his waist began pulling him in a direction opposite of what he wanted to go in, towards the back ally, "You look like you could use a hand."
"N-no." Adam tried to shake him off but he could barely make his body move, let alone with enough force to break free from his captor, "N-no."
"Aw c'mon baby, don't be like that." Adam's blood ran cold when he said that… the last things that registered in his mind was the rough brick wall against his cheek and an excruciating pain erupting at the base of his spine…
Sam and Dean exited the bar and hour, maybe two, later. Sam having all but beaten Dean upside the head with a pool cue to get him out of there before he got them both killed. Walking up to the Impala Dean knocked on the driver side rear window, "Hey Adam, open up."
"It's Sam and Dean," Sam said a few minutes after he didn't open, "Unlock the door bud."
"Hey Ad-" Dean trailed off as he bent to look in the back seat, "Sam, he's not there."
"What?" Sam asked stooping to see for himself.
"He's not there, Adam's gone."
"How?"
"Damn it if I know!" Dean snarled slamming his fist down on the roof of the car.
"I never should have let him walk out on his own." Sam muttered as the two began scanning the parking lot moving between the cars.
"ADAM!" Dean was borderline hysterical at this point as he rounded the corner that took him around back of the bar. And that when he saw him. Adam was crumpled on the ground leaning back against a dumpster.
"Adam!" Dean skidded to a stop beside him, pulling his baby brother to his chest, instinctively checking him over for major external injuries. Adam made a weak sound and tried to push away only to have Dean change his grip, holding him in place.
"Hey little brother, it's just me." He said cradling him more gently, "You're safe, I've got you… Sam!"
The taller man rounded the corner at a full sprint, almost loosing his footing as he tried to corner on gravel, "Is he ok?"
"I don't know." Dean said shaking his head still checking his baby brother over, he pulled the keys out of the pocket of Adam's jacket and tossed them to Sam, "I got him, you get the car."
Sam nodded taking off, wile Dean got a better grip on the younger man and hauled him up, only to stumble back against the wall under the dead weight. Grunting Dean lifted him up and carted him to the Impala. Sam climbed in the back seat with him as Dean drove them back to the motel.
... ... ... ...
Dean scrubbed a hand roughly over his face. It wasn't hard to put two an two together, even before Adam started whimpering and crying in his sleep. Growling in frustration Dean stood up grabbing his jacket and his keys.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked looking up from where he was sitting.
"I'll be back in a hour." Dean said, "Keep an eye on the kid."
"Dean-!" Whatever Sam was going to say was cut off by Dean shutting the door tightly behind him.
He went back, leaning casually against the bar, an untouched longneck in his hand. And then he saw him, plastering a faux smirk on his face Dean approached the guy who had been harassing his baby brother earlier that night.
"Hey there." He said smoothly, "I uh, couldn't help but notice you earlier, you were hanging around a real looker."
The creep honestly chuckled, taking a long draw from his own bottle, "Oh yeah, real sweet piece of ass, that one."
"Something come of it?" Dean was amazed he kept his voice even, he honestly thought the bottle in his hand was going to crack from the sick look on this guys face.
"Oh yeah, a real good something."
"Didn't happen to get a name did you?"
"No man," He shook his head, "Should have though… wouldn't mind another go with him, if you know what I mean."
"Oh I know what you mean." Dean snarled, the levy snapped and he swung his arm around, smashing his bottle squarely into the sick freaks nose. Unfortunately it didn't break the bottle, but his nose was pouring blood rather nicely
"What the hell?" He yelled, arm flying to his face.
"That 'sweet piece of ass'" Dean growled grabbing the guy by his collar, "Is my baby brother you sick fuck!"
He swung him around, smashing his head into the bar top at the same time be brought is knee up into his gut. Shaking his head Dean started to walk away when the guy lunged at him knocking him back. Rolling, he misjudged the distance from the pool table and smacked into it knocking the wind out of him. The guy got in a few good hits before Dean kicked him in the chest and getting back on his feet. He stalked over to the guy and delivered a harsh kick to his ribs, on that was answered with a sharp snap indicating breaking, or at lest cracking, of the bones.
Walking over to the bar, Dean slapped down two fifties he'd won that night and looked at the bar tender, "Sorry for the disturbance.
... ... ... ...
Adam groaned and rolled over the next morning, sitting up just in time to see Sam force Dean back into bed, "I don't care Dean. You're six different shades of black and blue you're not going anywhere today."
"So what am I supo-"
"I don't care." Sam said, "You can do what ever you want. But the only time you get out of this bed is to go to the bathroom."
"What's going on?" Adam asked looking between his brothers. Sam looked the same, but Dean looked like he's been a few rounds with a malevolent spirit.
"Nothing to drastic." Sam answered, "Dean just got in another bar fight."
"When? What happened?"
"I uh… I, had a not so nice conversation with your stalker last night." Dean said not looking at his brother. The room was quiet for a long moment.
"All right, well I'm gonna go find something for breakfast, and whatever else we'll need to get you two up and functional." Sam said, "Behave, I shouldn't be more than an hour. Adam, make sure Dean stays in the bed. And Dean, don't give him a rough way to go."
"Yes mom." Dean said rolling his eyes and turning on the TV.
"Try and get some more sleep!" Sam called over his shoulder. The two remaining brothers sat in silence for a long moment.
"Thanks Dean," Adam said quietly, still not looking at his brother.
"For what?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off the infomercial playing on screen.
"For what you did…" Adam bit his lip playing with the fraying corner of the comforter.
"Adam." Dean said causing the younger man to look at him, "You're my baby brother. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you… That's my job."
Adam looked away, rubbing the back of his head, "I… I thought you didn't… like me."
Dean was quiet for a very long time before he rolled over, throwing one arm around Adam and pulling him down onto the bed. He took a moment to rearrange the two of them so that they were lying more comfortably before burring his head against Adam's shoulder. The younger one was still with shock for a few moments before he decided to chance his luck, "I though you didn't cuddle."
"'m not cuddling." Dean muttered, "'m making sure you don't get out of bed."
"Uh-huh. Sure Dean, sure."Adam snorted rolling his eyes, but making no attemt to dislodge his brother. This was the first time in a long time he actually felt safe.
"Stuff it kid."
FIN