Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {2-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen
Disclaimer: I do not own the souls of J2, or Sam…or Dean…or anyone…not even my own *le sigh* It's all Kripke and McG, the lucky bastards
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Post-Hell!Dean, very AU, SLASH!!, post-Season 3, Demon!Sam, whumping, angst, OOC-ness, SPOILERS!!!!
Back-Flash
4 Months Ago
The Winchester brothers had been on a hunt, nothing more serious than a half-dozen werewolves. All they had to do was take out the pack leader and the fledglings went crazy, scrambling instantly. The brothers were sure the had gotten all of the pups, but you could never be 100% sure.
"I'm heading back into town, check out that bar a couple of blocks away from our motel" Dean stated, nudging his brother in the side "You wanna come with?"
"Not tonight" Sam clutched his cellphone in his jacket, which held a text message that told him Jared would be at their hotel within the hour "I'm just going to hang around the hotel room, maybe write a little."
"You and your stories" Dean teased, punching his brother light in the arm "Drop me off, will ya?"
Sam almost never got to drive, but Dean need to change before he went anywhere remotely public. The older brother changed in the back seat, scowling at the blood-stained clothes. They were kind of out in the middle of nowhere, but the Impala took them along the gravel road to where town awaited. Maine may have been rainy and dark sometimes, but it did have some beautiful forests. Beautiful enough to house a pack of werewolves, but not dense enough to hide the beasts from the two hunters.
Sam stopped suddenly when the tires hit the paved road, causing Dean to get tangled up in his own jeans and fall onto the floor. He laughed aloud and ducked the punch aimed at his head, hitting the gas again. It was good to make his brother smile, it felt normal. Things had been tense between them since the Hell thing, but at times it was better than others. Dean still drank too much, snapped, and withdrew on himself.
And it killed Sam to watch.
Twenty minutes later, the brothers had a quick argument about who would get the car and who would just walk back to the hotel. Sam won with a puppy-pout and a slip of a $20 bill into his brother's hand. He pointed out a cab would be safer since Dean was going to get drunk anyways, and Dean had to concede to his logic.
So the younger brother, triumphant and smug, drove back to the hotel. It went smoothly, a normal trip until he parked the Impala in the back corner of the lot and got out.
Sam immediately spotted the silver Geo farther down the lot, a man leaning against it casually. Not just any man, Jared. The honey haired man looked up, his pearly white smile a beacon in the dim lot. Sam raised his hand in a wave, but stopped cold. Jared started to walk toward him, seemingly oblivious of the dark shadow that entered the lot.
"No…" Sam's voice was hoarse (no more than a rasp), eyes wide as the shadow hunched in a pounce "Jared! Move!"
Jared pivoted long enough to glimpse ebony fur and ivory fangs before he was knocked to the ground. His palms bit into the asphalt, head nearly cracking off the surface. Pure instinct told him to jump right back up, but a heavy weight settled above him. A snuff ruffled his hair, heat washing over his neck. He turned his head, looking only at Sam across the lot.
A werewolf. A fuckin' werewolf was pinning down Jared, his Jared. One of the same creatures the Winchesters had killed that night, only alive and vengeful. And he couldn't move. Every instinct kicked in at once: Silver bullets, decapitate, machete, don't let it bite. He flipped open the trunk of the Impala, digging through the apartments for each item.
Don't let it bite. Silver bullets. Decapitate. Don't let it bite. Don't. Let. It. Bite. Jared.
Jared's heart raced madly in his chest, watching Sam scramble for something. A growl reverberated right over his head, deafening him. A powerful paw shoved at his shoulder, rolling him onto his back like a rag doll. He blinked up at the creature above him, mind slow to register what exactly it was.
The blood gold eyes met his, pupils slit. Thick, tar fur covered the huge bulk of it's body. Yellow-tinted claws dug into the asphalt on either side of his head, filling his ears with a rough static. Saliva slicked the lethal jowls, a dark pink tongue flicking over fangs.
Jared felt a scream bubble up in his throat, but all that came out was a breathless whimper.
A werewolf…all beast, above him…
No. Fuckin'. Way.
The monster let out another rumbling growl, jowls falling open forebodingly. The werewolf's head dipped, wet nose brushing against Jared's neck. He tensed all over, but didn't make any sharp movements. He knew he couldn't get away, even if he tried. One forceful paw lifted, settling on his shoulder. The beast seemed to take pleasure in his choked groan, the sharp tips of it's claws cutting through his shirt and piercing his flesh. With a simple flex of it's muscles, blood welled and soaked into the thin material.
Sickly sour breath washed over him again, the ends of protruding fangs resting against the flesh of his neck.
Just when Jared thought it was all over, the werewolf reared back and let out a howl of pain. Jared watched in morbid fascination as it's abundant body began to convulse, jaws open to the sky and chest thrust out. It rolled off the boy and onto the asphalt, twitching as if held in a violent grip.
Sam approached, eyes purely black. He hefted a pistol with holy engravings along the barrel and handle. He popped off four silver bullets in rapid succession, secretly delighted as every bullet hit and blood spurted from the wounds. His activated demon powers came into great use, holding the beast down with only a flex of his mental muscles.
Sam dropped the gun and unsheathed his machete, it caught the street light ominously.
Jared looked on his horrid curiosity as the man he had come to care for very much straddled the werewolf. Sam braced his palms on the blade, pressing down on each side to sever the head. The animal barely jerked before going limp beneath him, blood pooling along the gash and seeping into the cracked asphalt.
Jared managed to get to his feet, the minimal blood from his shoulder wound already drying. Sam looked over at him, the darkness in his eyes receding to reveal a concerned shade of hazel.
"Are you ok? Did it hurt you?" Sam was overwhelmed by a sudden possessive nature, he walked over and slid an arm around the dip of the actor's lower back. They were pressed close enough to feel each rise and fall of their chests, though Jared's breath was quickened from his adrenaline rush. A large palm cupped Jared's cheek, tilting his head up to meet those lush eyes he had dreamed of.
"Jay…say something."
"Werewolf" Jared choked out "That thing was a werewolf. It almost killed me, would have if you hadn't- …and you, Sammy, you held it down with your mind."
Sam opened his mouth to protest, but received a glare.
"Don't you even think of lying to me, or I'll shoot you with your own gun" Jared tried to come off indignant and succeeded "I saw everything, Sam. Tell me what just happened or…or…"
Sam captured the man's mouth with his own, holding him still with the hand on his face. The actor was not one to let opportunities pass him by, and he seized it. The ardor flared between them like electricity, drawing moans from them both. The hunter slowly backed them up towards the Impala, refusing to let go of Jared's taste for any longer than he had to.
Before either knew it, they locked the doors of the car and were stretching out in the back of the Impala. They were both a little too tall to be rolling around in the back of the old car, but they managed to make it work. The hour passed by in a blur of half-open clothes and slick skin, kisses placed over every inch. Sam had him right there on the worn seats, the supple material felt good against his back. Thank God for the lube in the back of the seat, or it would have stopped right there.
Even in this horribly vulnerable place (a hotel lot in the middle of a ass-backward town), it was still intimate. Sam left red love bites along the curve of his neck, and Jared left scratches down the strong back with his blunt nails. It wasn't how their first time was supposed to be, but they were too desperate to get themselves up to the rented hotel room just two floors above in the building next to them.
All that mattered was that shared moment of bliss, pupils blown and backs arching.
Who knows how long later they lay in a sated and boneless heap, cum slicking their stomachs and chests. Neither was sure where one ended and the other began. If one were to look upon them, they would take note of the differences between their bodies. Even though they looked similar in basic features, Sam was tan all over and scars decorated the flesh. Not as many as Dean, but enough to give his body a unique feel. Jared only had a few mars sprinkled over his knees and arms, nothing to show he had a hard life.
Sam lay with his legs tangled with Jared, his head resting on the man's chest. Every beat of Jared's heart touched his cheek, reassuring him and calming his frazzled nerves. Those gentle fingers carded through his rough nest of locks, soft breaths escaping his lips.
"I'm not a private detective, Jay" Sam tried to explain "I'm a hunter. I hunt things like that werewolf out there…me and my brother."
"I bet there's a helluva lot more than just werewolves out there" Jared reasoned, eyes glassy as he stared up at the ceiling of the Impala "I think I've always known. Horrible things were always lurking on the edges of my vision, wicked things. And some…not so wicked."
"Not all things supernatural are evil" Sam nuzzled into the man's chest "This is why I didn't want you involved. I didn't want you hurt like this, knowing about this. It'll only-"
"I got over being scared to death of the occult when I was thirteen years old" Jared gave the man a rough pet, silencing him. In reward, he stroked the tan curve of his neck. "I was in my room alone, reading. Someone said my name, something in my closet. I was so pissed of being scared of things, so when the door opened…it was a man, but not really a man. I knew right then the man was some sort of demon, and I told him straight out that if he didn't get out, I would douse him in holy water and burn his ass. He kind of just shrugged at me, and told me he'd be back when I was desperate enough for a trade. I told him to shove it up his ass, and he left."
"Did he say his name?" Sam's mind, even in a foggy post-orgasmic haze, began to work over the puzzle.
"Called himself a Crossroads demon" Jared murmured in his ear, kissing it tenderly "It doesn't matter. I'd never be desperate enough to deal with a demon."
"You're sure taking this in stride" Sam smiled into the pale skin beneath him, nuzzling it playfully "I love that about you, Jay."
Jared flushed a little at this, but said nothing more than, "Let's get dressed, and you can tell me the rest of your life."
()()()
Present
Jared pulled away long enough to cup his lover's face, gazing up at him with those heartbreakingly gentle Nile green eyes. He saw the pain there, etched into every line on his lover's face.
"Sammy" Jared whispered, letting their lips brush once more "Tell me…tell me what happened."
"After our hunt tonight, Dean said…I hesitated on a vampire that almost looked like my old girlfriend Jessica. It was only a moment, Jay, I would have killed her" Sam swore, sitting up on his boyfriend's hips "Dean decapitated her before I could even move, and I knew he was pissed. When it was finally over, we were walking to the car and…I tried to apologize. He told me that if I ever hesitated again just because a monster looked like someone I used to know, he would drop me off in Kansas and not look back."
"That's not it" Jared narrowed his eyes "Come on, pet. Tell me all of it."
"I shouldn't have said it, I pushed him" the hunter dropped his eyes briefly, dark eyes glistening "I told him that he would do the same thing if a demon looked like Mom or Jo. He snapped, he yelled at me that if I wasn't the Goddamn Chosen One our mom would have never died and we wouldn't be so fucked up."
Jared pulled his lover down and kissed him hard, a pure hatred for Dean flowing over him. It didn't last long, but it was justified. Sam loved his brother, adored him, offered his soul for him. Yet Dean refused to speak of his time in Hell, withdrew, drank and went out without a thought about his brother. It seemed as if Dean was distancing himself from his brother on purpose, blaming the man because he hadn't been able to save him from Hell.
"It's not your fault, Sammy" Jared murmured into his lover's mouth, unwilling to pull away. Tears slicked his face, but they weren't his own. Sam was crying without making a sound, hurt. "Remember what happened with Dean? When he got sent back in time? He tried to save your mom, but she died anyways. You can't stop what was meant to be."
"Like how we were destined to meet?" Sam ran his fingers through honey-brown tresses, each breath gave him another taste of his lover "How our souls yearned for each other for years and we never knew what was missing from our lives?"
"We were destined to fall in love, and not even a Higher Being could stop us once my soul met yours" Jared cringed at the sappiness, the hunter grinned "Shut up, like you don't feel the same."
"I do" Sam sighed, letting their bodies lay flush against one another "I've wanted nothing else but my hands on you for days. Can we…?""Take what you need, baby" Jared purred, hands tearing off his lover's outer shirt. Sam attacked his mouth with a fever, wide-palmed hands skimmed up his abdomen in rhythm with his tongue. Skilled fingers worked open the buttons, the material fell open to reveal the lines of the lighter torso. Sam ripped himself away from that supple mouth, concentrating instead on the new expanse of skin before him. Jared sat back on his elbows, head thrown back and lips parted in a gasp. Sam's lips, tongue, and teeth worked over his collarbone…over his pecs…latching onto a nipple, silky strands teasing the skin.
"Sammy" Jared felt the heat rush through him, trying not to pant. Sam's hands were all over him; over his thighs and hips, thumbing the line of his jeans, teasing the curve of his knees. His shirt wasn't completely undone, clinging to his stomach by the last three buttons.
In only a few months, Sam had changed before him. He was still the loveable puppy he had fallen in love with all that time ago, but Jared could see within him. He was becoming more at ease with his job as a hunter, his guilt was lessening over the demons he killed and more over his brother. But if Jared had any say in it, he wouldn't let his Sam slip into the darkness.
He would give anything to keep his soulmate safe and loved.
The door started to open, causing Jared to jolt and his heart to flutter. He knew instinctively there was a salt line taped down across the doorway, but that didn't stop the panic from rising. Before Jared could even open his mouth to suggest hiding (or anything, really), the door slammed shut again. An outraged cry came from behind the door, followed by the doorknob being jiggled.
"Sam?" it was Dean behind the door, he knew that voice from being on the phone with Sam "Dude, it's me. Open the door."
Jared gazed down at Sam, who was mouthing wet kisses above his bellybutton. The actor peered closer at his lover's face, shocked at what he found there. Those sable eyes he adored were now pure black, showing the presence of his power as it was asserted.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, pounding at the door "Let me in! Are you ok? Say something!"
"Sam" Jared tugged at the man's hair, trying to pull him away "It's your brother, man."
"He can get the hell out of here, go have a meaningless fuck with someone who won't ever love him half as much as I do. Every night he chooses to go fuck some stranger instead of hanging out with me…" Sam growled, bitterness laced deep in those tones "Unless he wants a free show, he can leave."
"You've got until the count of three, or I'm shooting this door down!" Dean bellowed.
Jared tensed, knowing Dean carried a sawed-off shotgun with him almost all the time beneath his coat. He reached down and cupped Sam's face, forcing him to look at him.
"Don't use your powers like this, pet" the actor tried to sound convincing, hiding his fear at the pure ebony orbs he found staring back at him "Not on your brother. He was going to find out eventually, it might as well be now."
"But I want to be with you" Sam all but pleaded, brushing their lips "I want to choose you tonight."
"I would never ask you to choose me over your brother" Jared stated firmly "Let's do this together, ok?"
Their kiss was more solid, tongues meeting…slicking over one another. Slowly, the black receded from Sam's eyes. Jared wrapped his arms around broad shoulders, pressing them even closer. The door flew open, both acutely aware of the gun lined up to shoot at them.
"Jesus" Dean cursed, nearly dropping his gun at the sight. Two Sam's…kissing, making out on the bed. But, damn, when he looked closer he realized they weren't as similar looking as he thought they were. It took every hunter skill he had, but he discarded the bizarreness of it all and noted each difference. Hair color, size, skin tone…
The one dominating the other was definitely his brother.
"Dean" Sam sighed, pulling off his lover and getting his footing on the floor "Listen, I know you must be freaking out right now-"
Dean lunged for the man on the bed, overpowering him in one smooth motion. He grabbed him by his neck and pinned him flat, while the other hand snatched his flask of holy water out of his jacket. Before Jared knew it, he had one long streak of water seeping in across his chest.
"Christo" Dean muttered, looking straight into his face. Jared glared back, but made sure he made no sudden moves. This man was nothing like the character Sam had described, he was much more fierce. Though it was hard to be afraid of someone baring sweet Jensen's face, it wasn't hard to be terrified of the wild look in his dark jade eyes.
"It's ok, Dean" Jared whispered, the hand on his throat loosening. Before Dean could respond, a solid hand fell on his shoulder and pulled him clean off the bed.
"Would you calm the hell down?" Sam barked, getting between his brother and his lover. Jared took it in stride, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and using it as a towel for the rest of him.
"What is he? Who is he?" Dean's sharp eyes spotted the fading love-marks down his chest "What is this? What the fuck is going on?"
"His name is Jared, and he isn't evil" Sam began calmly, going over to his duffle and pulling out a spare shirt for his lover "We met six months ago, I was just as surprised as you are."
"You remembered when we met" Jared's smile was playful "How sweet, Sammy."
"I even remember the name of the drink you drank: Chocolate Mocha Shot" Sam handed him the shirt, letting his knuckles brush his smooth shoulder before focusing back on his brother "I know we look alike, Dean, but there's a logical explanation."
"So there's a reason why you were sucking face with…yourself" Dean gestured at Jared vaguely, eyes never leaving his brother "Go on, tell me how this is normal."
"You won't believe it" Sam informed him wearily "I had trouble swallowing it when Missouri saw the truth."
"Missouri?" the older brother scrubbed at his face and hair, becoming frustrated "Damn it, is that where you disappeared to in Lawrence? I thought you were just being sentimental!"
"I kind of was" Sam shrugged, then grew sober "Just listen to me, don't interrupt. I went to see Missouri when we were driving through Kansas…"
()()()
Back-Flash
Five Months Ago
Sam smiled slightly as a steaming cup of cherry tea was set before him, a certain fondness in his eyes as they fell upon Missouri Moseley. She gave him a charming smile, warming something inside him.
"I never see you boys as often as I'd like to, ya know" Missouri's eyes roamed over his unkempt form "Where's Dean?"
"Sleeping back in the motel room" Sam replied, though he knew that she knew this already "He's been through so much lately…he's not adjusting well to being back. I'm trying to help but all I can do are small things. Stuff he doesn't notice…"
"Like letting him sleep in" she pet his shoulder "You're such a good brother, Sam."
Sam wrapped his fingers around the cup, warming his palms, "Thank you."
"Now, I could just read your mind" Missouri sat down with a flourish on a chair across from him, leaning back in one graceful movement "But I'd rather you explain why you're here in Kansas."
"I'm sorry it's not a visit of leisure" Sam smiled guiltily "I…um, I found two very interesting people. They, uh, they have…"
Sam struggled, but Missouri was very patient as she stirred milk into her thick honey tea. The hunter ended up pulling out his phone, clicking at it for a moment before holding it out for her. She wrapped her fingers around the device, peering down at the screen. A video played, the young man sitting at a table holding the phone at arms length.
'Morning Sammy' a voice so like Sam's, but lighter and more playful 'We're at some random diner in BC, I'm hanging with my best friend while he films some shots for his current show. I thought I'd say hi. Jensen says hi too.'
The camera turned to the other side the booth, revealing a young man looking strikingly like Dean Winchester. He had sunglasses atop his head and a sleepy expression on his face. He was inhaling a cup of coffee, but gave a half-ass wave. The camera turned on the boy who resembled Sam again, he blew a kiss and winked.
'This is a lot better than an e-mail, huh?' the young man giggled and flashed the peace sign 'Be good, man, for me?'
The video ended on that still, a young man with a brilliant smile and no cares.
Missouri's eyes widened, "What is this?"
"That is Jared Padalecki" Sam took the phone back, shoving it into his pocket "And his best friend, Jensen Ackles. At first I thought the similarities between Jared and myself were a coincidence, then I saw Jensen and knew. I questioned Jay about it, but all he could say was that he had always felt drawn to Jensen. They met out of pure coincidence in a book store, and just clicked."
"Jensen Ackles does bare a resemblance to your brother" Missouri stated, looking thoughtful "And Jared has a powerful likeness to you, if not a bit smaller and less serious. It's so strange…and how did you meet Jared?"
"By chance at a coffee shop in LA" the blonde smiled fondly at the memory "He demanded I share my muffin, and I couldn't say no. Before I knew it…"
Missouri did a quick scan of his mind, her mouth curling in a smile as she saw what he did. Warm Nile eyes looking up at him, an attempted kiss, a brush of skin. It was chaste and gut-wrenching all at once, the connection started. Phone calls at all hours of the day and night, playful cyber teasing back and forth, laughter at the other's stupid jokes.
"Tell me he's not evil" Sam all but begged, breaking her musing. He looked nearly pathetic, eyes pleading and wide while he gripped the teacup so hard she was sure it would break beneath his strength. "Tell me he's normal, tell me he's not a demon."
"Does he feel evil, Sam?" Missouri questioned, rising from her seat to fetch an azure velvet bag off a shelf.
Sam chewed at his lower lip, "Well…no."
"I trust your moral compass" Missouri laid out a bamboo mat on the table, untying the silk chord form the bag with a smile "But let's see what's going on in a higher scale, shall we?"
With a short incantation that sounded strangely Russian, Missouri poured the contents of the bag out onto the matt. Sam narrowed his eyes at the objects, realizing they were only ebony stones with runes etched into them in red. Missouri carefully read them, fingertips hovering over them as if they were indirect brail. She frowned in concentration, loading them back into the bag before spilling them out again.
The reading took less time, and she let out a low hum.
"Missouri…?" Sam was on the edge of his seat, desperate.
"Come here" Missouri crooked her finger at him, voice low. The intensity of her gaze made him obedient, standing from his chair and circling the table. He dropped to his knees before her, closing his eyes as she reached for him. Missouri's palm was warm and firm against his forehead, fingers curling in his shaggy hair. He felt the invasive probe of her presence but opened up and allowed it in.
They were silent for some time, one delving into the depths of the other. It would have been much easier if Jared were here himself, but it wasn't impossible. Missouri went into a soft daze, slowly searching every crevice and fold of the young hunter's soul in search of an abnormality. She shied away from the darkness in him, the demon blood that pulsed alongside his humanity. She encountered a different fierce energy that almost made her jerk away, but she only pushed harder.
When Missouri finally broke the connection, Sam was panting and she felt a little out of breath herself. It took a full minute for the Winchester to recover enough to stand and stumble back to his chair. He lapped down his tea gratefully, it soothed the raw feeling left in his gut. He felt horribly vulnerable, like one too many skin layers had been pulled off his mind and soul and all it left was tender, pink flesh. Almost like the time he cut off his fingernail with a machete, without the sickly sweet smell.
"So?" Sam pressed impatiently "Did you feel something?"
"I don't know how to begin…" Missouri seemed displeased, taking a small sip of tea "They aren't demons, Sam. They aren't shapeshifters, or sirens, or anything else you are thinking. They look…Jared looks like you because you are connected. Spiritually, permanently."
Sam wasn't catching on, "What do you mean?"
"When you and your brother were destined to be born, a Higher Being took a special interest. A Higher Being called Hecate of the Crossroads, but she's nothing like a Crossroads demon. Neutral, at best."
Sam nodded, and she continued, "Dean was interesting enough with his naturally engraved hunter skills, as she saw he would have. But two brothers, the youngest with demon blood and a strong destiny…she was hooked. She holds much power and sway, but she rarely asserts it. She looked upon you and…and made a decision when she foresaw the night Mary -your mother- was killed. When she saw what Azazel was going to do, what your mother was forced to deal with, and him damning you with his blood…she knew you two would need help down the line."
"And that's what Jared and Jensen are?" Sam raised a brow, skeptical "Cosmic help?"
"She foresaw that even though you Winchester brothers would compliment each other and form a strong bond, you would need Balances" Missouri almost seemed in awe by such a feat "So Hecate took pieces of your souls, and blended it with that of those boys. Jensen and Dean were born the same night, as were you and Jared. In the end, you held a piece of Jared just as much as he holds a piece of you. And, from the runes, it seems that the similarities between you physically were only a side effect."
"So two people are walking around with our faces is just an accident" Sam couldn't oppress the outrage spilling over within him.
"Oh hush, or I'll get my spoon out" Missouri waved her hand dismissively, then glared with those dark eyes "Does Dean know about Jared?"
"Not yet" the man sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face "But now that I know about Jensen, I kind of have to tell him. They're both actors, too. All I need is for Dean to flip on the TV and see his look-alike on Days Of Our Lives or Devour."
"Honey, no one watches Devour. And if you catch Dean watching a soap, smack 'im for me" Missouri's smile was teasing, but not far long "There's a bond between Jared and Jensen, growing just as strong as the bond between you and your brother. These feelings you have for Jared…"
"I barely understand them myself, Missouri" Sam stated, the woman resisted the 'I know' on the tip of her tongue "Is it…wrong to feel like this? He is a piece of me, in a way."
"No-no Sam" Missouri assured him, swaying her fingers back and forth "I'd actually be surprised if you weren't falling in love with him. He completes you, balances you. It's not wrong, sweetheart."
"And Jensen?" Sam's lips pursed thoughtfully "When they meet, do you think Dean will feel the same for him as I feel for Jay?"
"We will see, won't we?" Missouri chuckled, downing the rest of her tea "Bring them over soon, won't you?"
"Once we're done with this hunt, I'm going to go see him" Sam stated "One of these times, Dean is going to know why I keep circling back to LA and why I mysteriously disappear for hours at a time. There's only so many ghosts and ghouls in that town, after all."
"Send him my love, will you?" her eyes shined brilliantly "Dean and Jared."
Sam flushed, "Of course."
()()()
Present
All was quiet after Sam's voice trailed off. Dean collapsed in a chair against the wall, hands pressed to his mouth in a steeple. He blinked slowly down at the floor, processing everything he juts learned. But how could he accept such a thing? A Higher Being intervened in their lives, giving their faces to two bodies. Splitting their souls…Dean didn't think such a thing was possible.
He could only think of one thing to say, "You should have told me."
"And how would you have reacted?" Sam gave his brother a skeptical look " 'Dean, I met this rather attractive guy at a coffee shop today, he gave me his number. Oh, yeah, and he looked a lot like me. Do you think he's evil? I don't. Wait, why are you grabbing your gun?' Yeah, no way."
"I wouldn't have…well, maybe" Dean huffed, watching Jared as he fiddled with Sam's laptop "And why are you so calm about this?"
Jared shrugged, "When I was little, I was propositioned by a Crossroads demon. I believed Sam the moment he told me about the supernatural. This is about as supernatural as it gets, right? And, you heard him, Missouri saw it all inside his soul. You can't get much deeper than that."
"Stop it! Just stop!" Dean jumped up from the chair, ready to start breaking skulls "Stop pretending like you know something about us and what we do! Stop pretending like you know everything about our lives!"
"Dean" Sam glared hard at his brother, eyes flickering darkly "I won't have you talking to Jay that way no matter how freaked out you are. I love him, so watch your tongue."
Jared put aside the laptop, walking up behind his lover. He laced his fingers along the curve of his broad shoulder, chin settling on them. He nuzzled him lovingly, nothing but devotion in his eyes. Sam turned his head, giving him a warm smile.
"My little brother's in love" Dean shook his head in pure amazement, rubbing at the back of his neck "So…when were you going to tell me about him?"
"Eventually" Jared replied "I tried to tell him you could handle it, but-"
"I didn't think you were ready" Sam cut him off, watching the acceptance bloom in his brother's face "So you believe us?"
"How can I not? In the middle of the night, there was always something that nagged at me. Deep in my gut, I felt like there was something we were supposed to find. Every time we were on the road, I would keep thinking that I should be looking harder for something…" Dean shook his head, gesturing vaguely "So where's the guy who has my face?"
"I think we should tell him about the other thing" Jared suggested, all but whispering into his lover's ear "He'll just get more angry if he sees it before you explain."
"Uh, ok" Sam look at his brother, uncertainty in his gaze "Dean, I'm going to show you something. And you have to promise not to freak the hell out."
Dean wasn't too sure he'd like this.
TBC
You, me, we, us
