Chapter 2: Nobody Sees
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Sam and dean belong to Kripke. Lucky fucker.
Muse Songs: Snuff - Slipknot, Nobody Sees - Powderfinger
Deans POV
Several weeks had passed since Sam had vanished without a trace, without a word. Dean to be honest looked like shit, dark circles under his eyes were the least of his problems. His clothes were wrinkled and the last time he'd showered had to have been days ago… garbage littered the floorboard of his baby. He couldn't believe he was out here, searching without any signs for his brother. Was Sam even still alive? Hell if he knew, and if he was did he even want Dean to find him? Something told him that no, Sam didn't want to be found…least of all by him. But at the moment he didn't give a fuck, he would find his brother and dear ol Sammy had some questions to answer.
Such as what the fuck possessed him to take of without a trace? He knew his brother had run because there had been no sulfur in the room - or anywhere around - and a demon couldn't appear without leaving some behind. If it had been a demon, they would have just killed his brother anyways, because there was no reason to take him.
A frustrated sigh ripped from his throat followed by the signature "Fuck!" as he came to yet another dead end. The motel he was sitting in front of hadn't seen anyone matching his brothers description, and they'd keep an eye out. Yea, right. His phone ringing snapped him out of his cloud of despair. Glancing at the caller id he flipped it open. "Anything?" He barked into the mouth piece, rolling his eyes at the disgruntled response on the other end. "What?!" Dean perked up as the gruff voice on the other end rambled off coordinates. "Thanks Bobby." "Bring your brother home idjit" Dean smiled at that as he remembered his friend saying that at the start of this wild goose hunt. He'd bring Sam home alright, and then tie him to the bed so he couldn't leave again. Ever.
Orlando Florida, that was where his brother was in some run down motel in the edge of what some considered the 'ghetto'. A rather sad place for his brother to pick - not that he couldn't handle himself - and it was just another thing added to the list of subjects for their up coming discussion. It took Dean 14 hours to get there, and luckily the motel manager said his brother was still there - after some incentive - and had given him a key to the room. It was this reason that Dean was sitting in the corner of the room, in the dark with his favored knife in his lap. He didn't know how long he'd been there - it had to have been hours - when he heard movement outside the room and the familiar sound of Sams voice. However he started as another masculine voice followed his brothers with a laugh and thump as they collided into the door.
He could hear his brother moan and didn't know if it was from pain - he doubted it - or arousal. The lock turned and the door opened, he could just make out his brothers silhouette as the two stumbled into the room - only pausing long enough to close the door - before collapsing onto the bed. The stranger was on the bottom, Sams mouth moving over the other mans skin, drawing moans from him. In the dark he couldn't make out the other man other then that he'd been just a few inches shorter than his brother but, seemed to be muscular for his height. In fact his build and height seemed to be well..his own. Brows furrowed he peered into the dark, shifting his dagger in his lap as Sam drew another moan from his bed partner. "Mmm." Sam groaned, biting into the mans shoulder.
"Dean." It was nearly a whisper, but in the silence he made it out perfectly. Dean? He thought in shock, shifting in his seat causing his foot to slide across the carpet. This sound drew his brothers attention and he jumped up, yanking his pistol from under the mattress and pointing it towards him in the chair. If it hadn't been so dire, he would have laughed at how fast his brother moved. "Who's there?!" Sam demanded and he heard the gun cock. The stranger set up on the bed, wrapping his arms around Sams waist. "mm Babe no ones there." He urged, sucking at Sams side. Dean released a growl and stood, closing the space between him and his brother. In one swift move he jerked Sam away from the stranger and wrestled the gun from his grasp easily, wrapping a arm around his brothers waist. "Leave." He snarled out at the man on the bed.
When he made no move, Dean pointed the gun at him as his knife dug lightly into Sams side. "Go" Sam urged, knowing who had him in their grasp and that he was in no danger. The man on the bed hesitated, sliding to the end of it and standing. "It's fine. Go. He won't hurt me." Dean heard his brother urge, as he kept the gun aimed at the other man. When Sam raised a hand and placed it on the barrel, pushing the gun down the man fled then, slamming the door behind him. "Dean." Sam started, gasping when Dean threw him onto the bed. "I don't know what shit you were trying to pull, but once again you ran. Again!"
Sams POV
Sam gasped as he hit the bed, not bothering to right himself while Dean paced in front of him. "De.." He tried again, stunned when his brother leapt on top of him, pressing the knife against his throat. "You ran." Dean hissed. "I'd spent weeks looking for you, and I find you fucking around with some guy?! Do you not even care that I was worried shitless?!" Sam pressed forward, causing the blade to dig into his throat, knowing Dean would retreat - which he did - and placed a hand over Deans arm. "You made yourself perfectly clear Dean. You could never…" He trailed off shaking his head, pushing his brother off him and moving off the bed.
He moved away from the bed, pacing across the room and running his hand through his long, brunette locks. He could feel Deans eyes on him, could feel him watch as he paced. His nerves were on high alert, he could feel himself shaking from the stress and turn of events. He'd gone out to the bar and picked up the guy who looked somewhat like his brother - for which he was glad the lights were off - and wanted to come back and fuck. However, that didn't happen. He knew he should have been elated, Dean had tracked him down, Dean cared. But he wasn't he was nervous, furious, horny, and scared.
"Never what?" Deans voice broke through the darkness, causing Sam to flinch and turn in the direction of the bed. A bitter laugh ripped from his throat, breaking through his lips and causing his heart to clinch. Never what? His brother didn't even know, hadn't even figured it out. A broken sob followed the laugh, and he bit his lip forcing it back, forcing himself not to cry. He could feel his eyes welling up and he blinked back the tears, he was done. He couldn't help but think of a line from one of his favorite songs as he stood there. Bitter in his anger and wallowing in his grief. I only wish you weren't my friend, then I could hurt you in the end. Dean was, he was his best friend and his protector…. His brother.
"Sam" Deans voice sounded annoyed, pushing and prodding. He wouldn't want to know though, he'd be disgusted and probably stab Sam where he stood. He knew he had to tell him though, knew that this moment would be the moment Dean ripped his heart out and smashed it. If you love me let me go Now was the time, the time to let Dean go. I don't deserve to have you After everything he'd done, he didn't deserve happiness. Least of all with the one he loved…loves. However he couldn't find the words to express his feelings. Instead he moved, closing the distance between himself and the bed. The lights outside offered enough in the room to see the silhouette of Dean.
"Sam?" This time his brother sounded concerned, worried. Sam couldn't help but snort at that, he was the one with the knife what did he have to be worried about. Sam leaned down on the bed, and pressed his lips against Deans. He could feel his brother tense as he kissed him, his tongue running along his bottom lip. Pain blossomed in his chest as he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and landing with a thump on the ground. "What the fuck sam!?" Dean yelled, jumping up off the bed.
Sam couldn't see, but he was sure his brother was wiping his mouth. Sam turned his head, looking away from his brothers silhouette as tears streamed down his face. "You could never." Sam mumbled, mostly to himself. Lights blinded him then, as Dean flipped them on and Sam refused to look up. He refused to give Dean the satisfaction of seeing his bleeding heart, the pain on his face. He could feel the anger coming off his brother in waves, saw the knife as he gripped it at his side. He could see his brothers knuckles turning white as he stood near the door, could feel the glare. Still Sam refused to look up, refused to acknowledge the hate he knew he'd see there. If you love me, let me go Well he let Dean go now, he'd ruined their relationship and sat waiting for his brother to deliver the killing blow.
A/N: Sorry this took so long! Life has been crazy, boss is a bitch and I'm trying to find a new job. Applied at pet smart to be a dog trainer and I'm hoping I get the job. So this chapter didn't go as planned… It sort of wrote itself while I listened to the songs. I feel so bad for Sammy, he just wants to be loved! Anyway, Next chapter will be up ASAP.
