Title: Into the Light
Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz
Info: Sexy just got scary. The owners of the boys' favorite BDSM club call for a little support and what should be a deliciously naughty vacation for all concerned becomes something much darker and deadly. Hurt/Comfort/Angst and oh yes, Dom!Dean, Sub!Sam and an energetic foursome. Dean/Sam 9th in the 'BYC Verse'
Author's Note: You know, I was totally going to take pity on you this time and then I got to the end of the chapter and the boys said, nope. Not exciting. Let's do this instead. :P Lurv you!
Graphic depictions within. Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did, they'd never get dressed.
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Steve flicked open the cap on the lube and frowned as he felt Sam suddenly go stiff against his chest. "Sam? Are you alright with that?" He put a hand to Sam's chest to soothe him and felt nothing but tense muscles, puzzled at the sudden shift. Then Sam looked down at his brother and Steve saw a change come over his face. Dean saw it too and recognized it immediately. A lifetime of training and fighting together had him responding automatically to Sam's change in demeanor without conscious thought, instantly slipping into hunter mode himself.
"Window," Sam said and spun. He grabbed Steve and shoved him down behind the couch. "Stay there and stay down!"
Joe gasped as Dean pushed him off his lap and thrust him toward Steve. "You stay together and you don't move. Sam, here!" He reached over to the jacket he'd tossed on the back of the couch and pulled out both of their guns, tossing Sam's to him, stood, and turned to the window with his gun raised. "What was it?"
Sam shook his head and rounded the couch, oblivious to the fact that he was naked with golden clamps still strung between his nipples, his cock still erect with the ring at the base. He went to the window and shoved the heavy curtain open the rest of the way. He held his gun down and ready and looked out into the night. "Just saw it for a second. It's close."
"Put your pants on," Dean ordered and moved, putting himself between the window and their guys, determined to keep them safe no matter what came through it.
Chapter 2
Steve held Joe against his chest and watched, a little stunned and awed at the complete change that had overcome both men and completely bewildered as to what had caused it. Sam's face was grim and set as he put down his gun long enough to pull on the leather pants over his still-straining erection. Steve grimaced in sympathy when Sam quickly took the clamps from his chest, hissing out a pained breath as the blood flow returned to his nipples but it didn't slow him down. There was nothing of the submissive in Sam at that moment as he picked his gun back up. He was all coiled muscle, with an almost feral quality to his movements, a hunter rather than the prey. In a million years, Steve would never have pegged the Sam he saw before him as having a submissive bone in his body, and he wasn't sure how the man had shifted from one to the other so quickly.
"They'll be safer in our room." Sam rubbed a hand over his chest for a moment and went back to his brother.
"Yeah." Dean backed away from the window but kept his eyes on it. "I want you two in our rooms. They're protected." He snorted. "Well, as protected as we can get them. Both of you get in there and don't come out until we come for you."
"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Steve demanded as he stood and brought Joe with him. He had caught a glimpse of something in the window before Sam had pushed him down, but his mind refused to make sense of it. There was a distinct current of tension in the room, and despite the initial shock wearing off a bit, he felt a flutter of fear in his stomach.
"Sam?" Joe asked uncertainly and saw Sam's eyes flick to him and soften for just a moment before going back to the window.
"There's something outside." Sam went to Dean and reached out, flicking open the latch on the window. He shoved it wide, letting the cool, night air flow into the room and sat on the windowsill. "Flashlight?"
"Got it." Dean went to his jacket and dug the flashlight out of the inner pocket and then looked at Steve and Joe as he pointed an imperious finger to their door. "Get in there! We'll be back. Go!"
Steve moved without thinking and pulled Joe to the door. "Be careful, alright?"
Dean gave the guys a lopsided grin. "Always."
"Dean, come on." Sam put his legs out the window and dropped to the ground in a crouch. He grunted and had to shift his painfully hard cock in his pants. The cock ring was still in place, but he couldn't afford to remove that just then, not when he was likely to come from a stiff breeze and there was a potentially dangerous something outside. He'd felt the thing before he saw it; felt its eyes on them watching. He wished he'd gotten a better look at it, but it was just a shadow in the darkness with yellow, almost orange eyes glowing softly. Sam had seen them flicker as the thing blinked. It had stood there just outside the window watching him until he moved and then it had lunged out of sight.
Dean climbed out the window and turned on the flashlight. "Which way?"
Sam moved to the left, letting Dean play the light out ahead from behind him and scanned the bushes against the side of the massive house. "Thought they said there were motion activated lights out here?"
"Maybe they're not... ah!" Dean yelped as lights flooded them, blinding him for just a moment. "Son of a bitch!"
Sam shaded his eyes against the bright flood lights and kept his gun up. The lights lit the lawn near the house up like daylight and sent long shadows from nearby trees and their own stretching out into the darkness. "It's still here," he muttered. He was sure of it though he didn't know how he knew.
"Fuck." Dean blinked furiously to clear his vision and checked behind them. "Where?"
"I don't know." Sam narrowed his eyes and strode across the grass toward a wall of screening trees, keeping his gun up and finger light on the trigger. He saw something move, a dark shape amidst darker shadows and broke into a run. "There!"
Dean kept up with his brother running, and they split with a glance, going wide to round the screen of trees on either side. He led with his gun and the light just as Sam appeared ten feet away and they both fired reflexively as a dark shape lurched away through a wall of head-high bushes. A moment later, whatever it was had gone up and over the wall. "Dammit! Did you see it? I didn't get a look."
"No," Sam said angrily. He lowered his gun and knelt to look at the grass. "Light?"
"Yeah." Dean aimed the flashlight in front of his brother but kept his eyes on the wall in case it came back. "What do you got?"
"Prints." Sam reached out and brushed his fingers over one. It was an oblong footprint, nearly a foot in length with only four toes and the deep indentations of claws. "Well, it's definitely not a bear."
Dean snorted as he glanced down. "Ya think? Damn, what the hell is this thing and why would it come here?"
"I don't know." Sam stood and shivered slightly in the cool, night air. "But I'm starting to get the feeling that maybe it's stalking Steve and Joe. The club was near the center of the kill zone before it burned."
"We need to figure this shit out," Dean said angrily. He slapped his brother's bare shoulder. "Come on. Let's get back inside."
"Has to be a reason it keeps coming back to them." Sam walked through the screen of trees and really wished he'd thought to put shoes on before going outside. His toes were freezing in the grass.
"We'll figure it out." Dean reached out and rubbed a hand briskly up and down Sam's left arm to warm him a little, and couldn't help a small grin from coming crossing his face. "Not your usual hunting outfit there, Sammy." The withering glare glare Sam sent him made Dean chuckle, but then he fell serious again. "Meantime, we'll make this damn mansion of theirs as safe as we can."
The door to their rooms was closed when Dean climbed back in the window. He tucked his gun at his back and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, shit," he said and helped Sam back through the window and closed it behind him; pulling the curtains too. "This is gonna be a hell of a conversation."
"Maybe Steve didn't see anything?" Sam shrugged and put his own in the back of his leather pants where it pressed uncomfortably into his spine. "We can just tell them we're being overprotective after the fire. I mean, it's not a lie exactly. I think they already think we're spies or bounty hunters or something. Maybe we can go with that."
Dean blew out a breath and went to the door with a shake of his head. He knocked loudly. "Guys? It's us. We're coming in." He turned the knob and pushed the door open. Steve and Joe were both standing in the middle of the sitting room. Joe had a throw blanket wrapped around him, and Steve had apparently managed to find the weapons bag as the man was holding one of Dean's own pistols pointed right at the door. "Whoa. Steve. It's ok. It's gone."
Steve put the safety back on the pistol and lowered it. He held it out to Dean and turned a hard look at them. "What the hell was that thing?" He flung a hand toward the bedroom where the duffel bags were. "And why are you two carrying a damn armory! And holy water? What the hell, Dean? Sam? What do you two DO?"
"Oh, man." Sam ran both hands through his hair. He turned and checked the salt line at the door, finding it intact before looking back to them. "It's... complicated."
"Complicated?" Steve demanded. His fear had turned to something close to but not quite anger, but he was holding back, and hoping for some answers that could explain all this. "There a good reason you've seasoned all the damn windows with salt? And the door? We need an explanation, boys, and no crap! I don't think I could take it if you lied to us right now. Start talking." He turned and nudged Joe down onto the couch. "Sit down already and breathe, baby. It's ok."
Joe shook his head but sat. He was shaking and afraid. In truth, he had been ever since the fire. He'd been doing his best to deal with it, but tonight's events had pushed his anxiety into overdrive. "I really need to know what's happening," he said in a soft voice.
Sam sighed. He took his gun back out and left it on the table beside the door, gave a long look to Dean, and went around Steve to the couch. He sat down carefully beside Joe and wrapped his arms around him. "Share the blanket? It was cold out there."
"Yeah." Joe leaned into Sam and knew, contrary to what it looked like, the man was comforting him. "I'm fine."
Sam snorted. "Yeah, me too. Dean?"
"Ah, hell. You're never gonna believe us." Dean sat on the arm of one of the overstuffed chairs and looked up at Steve. "Just... we're still your friends, alright? We're not crazy or... or anything else. Well, maybe we are, but I swear what we do, it's real."
"You're not making any sense." Steve sat on the other side of Joe. He pulled a second blanket from the back of the couch and gave it a flick, settling it over Sam's bare back. "Wrap up already. You're shivering."
Dean watched Sam tug the blanket over his shoulders and looked at Joe and Steve. "We are hunters. We are. We just... don't hunt deer."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Joe asked and leaned harder into Sam when he felt the man shivering against his back.
"I saw something out that window." Steve scrubbed a hand over his face and frowned. "I don't know what it was. It was big and dark and... twisted somehow. And it's eyes... what did I see?"
"There are... things out there." Dean waved a hand generally to mean the world, not just whatever they had chased off. "Monsters. Ghosts. Hell, all of it."
"Monsters?" Joe scowled and craned his head to look at Sam. "Really?"
Sam nodded and tightened his arms around Joe. It was comforting for him just then to hold the man as a chill seemed to sink into his own chest. "Yeah. That's what was outside just now. It's what has been killing people around town, and we think... I think it caused the fire that burned down your club."
"Evil shit is real and we kill it," Dean said simply. He tried a smirk, but the look on Steve's face made him duck his head. "Right. Not the time to make stupid jokes."
"Ghosts are real," Sam said softly. He looked up and met his brother's eyes. "So are demons. I know how that sounds, but we've seen it... them. They killed our..."
"People we loved," Dean finished before Sam mentioned their father and outed them as brothers without realizing. "We've lost family to them. This job, it's dangerous. It gets people hurt, and we've never told you two what we do because we didn't want to risk you getting mixed up in it and added to our list of the dead."
"I'm sorry we've lied." Sam finished. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. "We'll understand if you need us to leave or..."
"Sam." Steve looked over at him, but Sam wouldn't meet his eyes. "Ok, all of this sounds six kinds of crazy, I'll give you that, and under normal circumstances, I'd laugh. But..." he stopped and met Joe's gaze and then Dean's. "I... I don't know what I saw tonight, but I know it wasn't... normal. It looked like..." He blew out a breath and rolled his eyes at himself, hearing how crazy he sounded. "It looked like a monster." He shook his head and shrugged. "If you tell me you can explain this, any of this, then I have to listen. I trust you guys. We trust you."
"We don't normally tell people, you know?" Dean put a finger to his head and circled it meaningfully. "We pretty much get labeled crazies when we try to explain. Even after people have seen shit on their own, most of them rationalize just about anything and blame us for makin' 'em see shit."
"That... that has to be hard." Joe nodded and patted Sam's arm across his chest. "It's kind of like how we can't just tell anyone what we do. Vanilla people, they never understand."
"Yeah, I get that." Dean smiled, glad to find common ground with them on this strange subject. "You're gonna be ok. We're here. And we're really good at what we do. Anything that comes for you is gonna have to come through us first, right, Sammy?" He looked over at his brother, frowned, and then his brows flew up. "Shit." Sam still had his eyes closed and was resting his cheek in Joe's hair. Dean could see the shine of a tear on the curve of his cheek and see a fine tremble running through his body.
"God, Sam. I'm sorry." Dean moved quickly to his brother; wondering how in the hell he had missed the signs. And why he hadn't thought of it after the last time.
"What's wrong?" Steve asked and turned quickly to look at the younger man. His eyes widened as he realized what he was looking at. "God, I should have thought, after what we were doing and then the... the thing interrupting us. Sub drop?"
"Yeah." Dean squeezed Joe's shoulder and hooked a finger toward Steve to get him to move. "Sammy. Hey, baby boy. I got you." He knelt in front of his brother and pulled him in, sliding his arms around his shoulders and over his back. He felt Sam shudder and then collapse against him, burying his face in Dean's neck. He knew that coming out of sub space into the middle of a hunt was a little brutal emotionally for Sam and kicked himself that he hadn't realized it sooner. "Happened once before. We were, well you know." He blushed and looked over at Steve and Joe to find both men smirking. "Had him all tied down and screaming, and this vamp busts in the door. Got Sam loose, but we missed the asshole. We had to chase him down, and then there was a nest and... yeah, we discovered the wonders of sub drop the hard way."
Steve nodded and reached over to brush a hand through Sam's hair. "Bet you're glad I gave you all that information to read now, aren't you?"
Dean smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for that, by the way." The last time they had visited, Steve had given them both a file folder with his own personal notes on BDSM and how to do it right, including the signs to watch out for 'sub drop', the depressive state a sub could sometimes slip into when the endorphin rush fell away too quickly and how extra care was required to ease them through it. "Sammy?"
"Sorry," Sam muttered into Dean's neck. He felt too humiliated to lift his head and face the other men in the room. He couldn't believe how over emotional he was feeling. Yet even as he thought it, he couldn't stop himself from burying his face further into Dean's throat or the tears that escaped his eyes.
"Hey, none of that." Dean squeezed a hand on the back of his neck above his collar and nuzzled his nose behind Sam's ear. "You haven't done anything wrong. You know what this is. We've done this before." Sam nodded mutely and Dean sighed. "Will you let me help?" Sam gave him another small nod and Dean smiled. The last time, Sam had become angry and pushed him away for a while until Dean had put his foot down and pretty much sat on him, pulling out every trick he knew to make his little brother come and smile again. This teary, clingy response was new, but then, this whole scene was still pretty new to them, and Dean was again grateful to have found new friends to help guide them through these intricacies.
"What do you need?" Steve asked seriously because he knew well that a sub in this state was no joking matter.
Dean considered. He moved, shifting Sam around until he had him standing. "Gonna get these pants off you, buddy, ok?" He nodded to Steve and Joe and let the two men reach out with gentle hands to peel the leather back down his brother's legs. Dean flipped open his own jeans and shoved them down enough to free his cock and then sat on the couch. He was only half hard, but a few minutes of Sam squirming needily in his lap would fix that fast enough. "Come on, Sammy. Come here."
Sam allowed himself to be turned, the blanket pulled away until he was naked but for the collar and he was pulled back to sit with his legs spread wide across Dean's lap. He felt exposed. "Dean."
"Shh. We've got you." Dean tugged and tucked Sam in against him. He slid his hands over his brother's chest and rubbed softly over his nipples, knowing they would still be sensitive. He smiled when Sam let out a shaking breath and relaxed back against his chest. "You good with this? With them being here?" Sam gave him another wordless nod and Dean smiled.
Steve saw that Sam's cock was still hard, thanks to the cock ring they hadn't thought to remove, and knew it had to be bordering on painful, if it wasn't already there. "Joe."
"Yeah." Joe knelt beside them and leaned over to slowly take Sam's cock in his mouth.
Steve smiled at Dean and knelt in front of them between their spread legs. He took the bottle of lube from his pocket again and coated his fingers. He met Sam's eyes when the younger man peeked a look at him and slid his fingers between his legs. "We're just going to make you feel good, Sam."
"Hey." Dean pulled Sam's head around as his brother gasped with Joe's mouth on him. He caught Sam's lips with his own and felt the moment Steve slid a finger inside him. He ate the needy moan out of his brother's mouth and held him close with his arms. Sam began to whine and shift against him, hips beginning to pulse with little movements as he tried to thrust. Dean's dick easily stood to attention with the little noises his brother was making and the shifting of Sam's bare skin against him.
"Cockring," Sam panted into Dean's mouth.
"Not until I'm in you," Dean growled back and smiled when Sam shuddered. He curled his fingers in his brother's collar and helped to guide Sam when Steve began pushing and pulling and urging Sam to lift. Dean moaned when slick fingers wrapped around his own cock and then he was pressed to Sam's entrance.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sam panted desperately, sharing his breath with Dean as his brother's cock slid slowly up into him. He let his head fall back, brushing against Dean's ear and jerked as Dean bit into his throat just below the collar.
Steve leaned down while Dean slowly lifted and lowered Sam on his cock, fucking him deep, with Joe sucking Sam. He bit lightly at Joe's ear to make him moan and then bent further to take one of Sam's balls into his mouth. He could feel Sam's legs trembling against his shoulder but knew this time it was for the right reason as he rode higher and higher toward release.
"Oh, God!" Sam exclaimed as he looked down to see both Joe and Steve's heads between his legs. There was so much stimulation; Dean driving his cock slowly into his prostate, Joe's wicked tongue curling along his length, Steve providing mind-blowing suction around his balls. He was lost to the sensations.
"Now," Dean ordered softly and wrapped Sam up tightly in his arms.
Steve slid his fingers up to Sam's cock, below his lover's mouth. Joe's spit soaked his skin as he sucked up hard, and Steve flicked the cockring open at last. It took both of them to hold Sam's bucking hips and legs as he howled out his orgasm and spasmed atop Dean, arching backward and forcing his chest out. Joe never stopped, sucking relentlessly to draw the pleasure out as long as possible until Sam was screaming, his body one long, shaking arch atop Dean.
"Fuck!" Dean yelled and came with his brother. He couldn't stop himself and filled Sam up with his brother's muscles fluttering and squeezing his cock perfectly. He buried his face in the back of Sam's neck and grunted when Sam went limp against him. "Holy shit."
Steve chuckled and leaned back, wiping his mouth. He set the cockring on the table at the end of the couch and pulled Joe in for a deep kiss. "Good job."
"So not a hardship," Joe returned breathlessly and grinned. "Fuck, I love listening to him fall apart." Helping Sam had the added benefit of settling his own nerves, and he caught Steve's hand to drop a kiss across his knuckles.
"Dean? I'm gonna take Joe back to our rooms and take care of him. We'll...talk more tomorrow." Steve leaned up. He brushed Sam's dark hair from his closed eyes and smiled when Dean's bleary green ones met his finally. "You ok?"
"Yeah." Dean gave the man a tired, lopsided grin. "Hey. In my bag over there's a container of salt."
Steve quirked a brow as he stood and brought Joe up with him, sparing an eye for his lover's hard erection. Thanks to Sam, he had his own making it difficult to walk and was looking forward to sorting them both out, not to mention taking at least a little time to forget the crazy they had somehow found themselves in the middle of that night. "Doors and windows?"
"Yeah." Dean stretched his arm up and brushed his fingers over Joe's cock, making the man shiver. "I can help with that."
"I'm good." Joe smiled and caught Dean's hand, giving it a squeeze. "You take care of him. Next time though, I demand my screaming orgasm."
Steve laughed and pulled him around. He nudged Joe to the bag Dean had mentioned and gave his ass a solid slap when he bent to retrieve the salt so he yelped. "Demand? Get your ass back to our room."
Joe popped up with a grin, shameless, and balancing the salt in his hand. "Yes, sir."
"You see what I have to put up with?" Steve gave a wave to Dean and followed his lover out of the room with a playful snarl.
Dean chuckled softly. He held onto Sam and shifted his hips, slipping out of him with a hiss of discomfort. He felt the rush of his own come and grimaced. "Well, christened the couch, little brother." He smirked and eased Sam around so he could see his face. "Hey, Sammy. You gonna come back to me now?" Dean rubbed his hand soothingly up and down the center of Sam's chest and bent his head to kiss and nuzzle at his jaw. A moment later, Sam moaned softly and turned his head before his eyes were even open in a silent plea. Dean grinned and kissed him properly.
"Mmm, Dean." Sam opened his eyes slowly and smiled, finding his brother still wrapped around him.
"Hey. How you feelin'?" Dean curled his hand around the cut of Sam's hip and watched his eyes.
Sam smiled and turned sluggishly until he could wrap both arms around Dean's shoulders and kiss him back. "M'good."
"Think you can get to the bathroom so we can clean up?" Dean smirked when Sam gave him a disgusted face.
"I'm not broken, dude." Sam disentangled himself from Dean slowly and stood on wobbly legs. He didn't argue when Dean stood with him and held on to his arm. "Wow. That was one hell of an orgasm. Maybe we should hunt monsters in the middle of sex more often."
Dean chuckled and shadowed his brother into the bedroom and through to the bath. He followed Sam in and stopped him when Sam reached for the shower. "Let me." Dean eased Sam to the counter and bent him slowly over it. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water, then went to his knees behind his brother.
Sam shivered and smiled, no longer embarrassed when Dean did this for him; cleaning him up. It just felt like he was incredibly cared for and loved. He smiled again when he felt Dean's lips leave a tender kiss on the small of his back and then Dean was pulling him up. "Thank you."
Dean kissed him slowly and pulled him out of the bathroom. He yanked the blankets back off the huge bed and followed Sam in, catching the light and turning that off before he wrapped himself around Sam. He pulled his brother's back against his chest and held him tight. "You alright, little brother?"
Sam nodded, let out a long breath and relaxed into Dean's hold. "Yeah. I'm good now." He shook his head. "Sorry about..."
"Nope. You don't apologize for that. You know that." Dean held him tighter and kissed behind his ear. "Not your fault, Sam."
"Or yours," Sam pointed out and finally allowed himself to relax completely.
"We'll figure everything else out tomorrow." Dean rested his hand over Sam's heart and let it soothe him. "Get some sleep."
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Sam was up before anyone else, even Dean. He felt energized, probably on account of the impressive orgasm his brother and Steve and Joe had given him. He smiled as he tugged on the laces of his sneakers and adjusted the strap of the ankle holster under the leg of his sweats. Sam gave Dean a last glance through the bedroom door and headed out for a run. He'd gotten out of the habit for a while, but after their father died, he'd felt the need again. He stepped out into the cool morning air, took a few minutes to stretch, and then started off in a jog toward the gate.
Running helped to center his mind. It was calming and peaceful; just him and the slap of his sneakers against the ground. Sam breathed deeply as he built up speed and turned to run along the interior of the wall surrounding the house. He could feel his sneakers getting damp from the morning dew as he ran, and even as the familiar sense of peace flowed through him, he kept his eyes on the area around him, mindful of the fact that there was a creature somewhere nearby and it had paid them a visit not ten hours before.
Sam turned the corner and moved between the tall trees and the wall. He flicked his eyes up as he moved and back to the trees warily, but there was nothing to see. He picked up his pace, reaching the back of the property and skimmed around a thick stand of tall lilac bushes, long out of bloom. He sped up a little more, digging his sneakers into the grass with each step and could feel the sweat beginning to drip down his chest and back under his shirt. He turned the third corner. The house came back into his line of sight as he did, and Sam slid to a stop in surprise. There was a large patio off the back of the house that he hadn't seen last night, and his brother and Joe both stood there watching him. Sam flushed when Joe wolf-whistled at him.
Dean watched his brother jog slowly across the wide lawn to them and chuckled at the red in his cheeks. He held out one of the two mugs of coffee he held when Sam reached them. "Mornin', Sammy."
"Well, that's a sight I could get used to waking up to," Joe observed, not even trying to hide the lascivious look on his face as he took in Sam hot, sweaty, and panting. He grinned.
"Uh, morning." Sam ignored the cup of coffee and instead bent to stretch out his legs.
"How long you been out here?" Dean asked. He was a little miffed at himself that he hadn't woken when Sam had left the bed and had been relieved to look out the window and see his brother passing in a blur.
"Not long." Sam straightened and shrugged. He took the coffee then with a nod of thanks and sipped gratefully. "Didn't even get one circuit of the house in."
"You find anything?" Dean quirked a brow at him knowingly.
Sam laughed. "No. I didn't see anything out of place." He nudged Dean's ankle with his right foot, the one with the ankle holster, subtly letting him know he was armed and saw the slight frown between his brother's eyes relax.
"I figure we should call Bobby." Dean looked over at Joe and smiled. "He's our friend- well, kinda like a grumpy father figure."
Sam snorted. "I'm tellin' him you said he was grumpy."
"Oh, like he doesn't know." Dean rolled his eyes fondly. "Anyway, if anyone will have an idea what we're dealing with here, it's him."
"I still can't quite wrap my head around what you guys do." Joe shook his head and held up a hand. "I'm not saying I think you're lying or making this shit up; I'm just saying it's weird as fuck and... I don't even know."
"Don't worry about it." Sam smiled and rested a hand on Joe's shoulder for a moment. "If we do our job right, you'll never see the thing and you can go on living in blissful ignorance."
"Yeah." Joe blew out a breath and looked out across the lawn to the trees and wall. "Think I'd rather know what's out there. I mean, beats the hell out of getting eaten and not knowing." He turned back and looked at Dean. "Last night, you said... well, you said 'vamp'. I'm guessing that actually means..."
"Vampire. Yeah." Dean smirked. "Hollywood's mostly got that one wrong. All a stake to the heart does to those guys is piss 'em off. They don't sparkle, either."
"Vampires." Joe shook his head again and headed back to the house. "Fucking vampires."
Sam watched him go and sipped his coffee again. "I know it's not our fault really that they're finding out about this stuff, but I still feel like it is. I feel like an asshole, like we've ruined their lives a little."
"No, we didn't." Dean gave Sam a nudge toward the house. "If we hadn't come here, that thing would still be killing people, and one or both of them might have ended up on the kill list. I'd rather read them into the crazy, than leave them in the dark and have them get dead because of it."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm older and wiser."
Sam pulled open the door and looked at his brother over his shoulder. "Well, you're half right, old man."
"Hey!" Dean caught Sam in a headlock and pulled his head down into his chest. "That's it." He shifted to the side as both their cups tipped and coffee spilled out onto the deck.
"Jerk!" Sam gasped a laugh and resisted the urge to drop his mug and catch Dean off guard. He didn't want to break it.
Dean laughed. "Bitch."
"Am I interrupting something?" Steve asked with a laugh, watching Dean hastily release Sam when the younger man rammed a well-placed elbow into his solar plexus.
"Oof. Asshole," Dean gasped. He rubbed his stomach and flipped off his laughing brother.
"So I'm guessing you guys aren't planning on trying the 24/7 sub thing anytime soon," Steve observed quirking an eyebrow at Sam.
"Morning, Steve." Sam said cheerfully. "In his dreams." He held out his now empty mug. "Coffee?"
"Through here." Steve shook his head fondly and led them through to the big kitchen. "I know it seems like an excessive kitchen to have but remember it's for the club."
Sam nodded and gave a low whistle as he took in all the gleaming chrome, counters, three stove tops, a stacked trio of ovens, and a refrigerator that looked like it could hold half a cow. "Wow."
"Coffee." Joe rose and held out a half-full pot to Sam.
"Thanks." Sam let him fill his mug and sat down at the long bar. He stretched his legs out to either side and sipped at the brew gratefully.
"Well, I did find something while you were communing with nature." Dean smirked at his brother. "That thing left footprints outside our room."
"What?" Steve said, shocked.
Dean nodded soberly. "Found 'em just under the window in the living room. Maybe they were there already or maybe it came back after we went back inside. I don't know, but I don't like it."
"Shit." Sam stared down into his coffee. "I could really use Bobby's reference library."
"Well, let's call him." Dean took his phone out of his pocket and dialed. It rang and Dean smiled when he heard the older hunter's voice. "Hey, Bobby. Sam and I caught wind of a job, but we're not sure what the thing is. We could use some of your awesome research skills."
Bobby chuckled over the line. "You butterin' me up boy? Must be a doozie. What do ya' got?"
Dean tipped the phone, put it on speaker, and set it on the bar. "Not a whole lot."
"Morning, Bobby," Sam said with a smile. "We don't have much. It's killed a few times. Been circling in the same area, and we got a crap look at it last night."
"Yeah; didn't see much other than big, dark, and I'm gonna call it Quasimodo 'cause that bitch was twisted." Dean chuckled when Sam rolled his eyes.
"Where were you last night when you saw it?" Bobby asked and pulled over his laptop.
"Uh..." Dean stared at the phone and it suddenly dawned on him that they couldn't tell him the whole truth without outing themselves. He met Sam's eyes and saw an answering fear there. They really hadn't thought this through before Dean called, and his eyes skittered across Joe and Steve and the spit dried in his mouth. "We uh..."
"Our motel is next door to a uh, a strip club." Sam shrugged and looked over at Steve apologetically for the falsehood. He was relieved when Steve snorted a laugh and waved a hand dismissively. He didn't mind. "And there was a fire too at the club. A few weeks ago."
"Huh."
"What's 'huh' mean?" Dean asked and leaned toward the phone to hear better. "You got something already?"
"Those deaths. Anything special about the bodies after it got through with them?"
Sam frowned at Bobby's question. "The reports said the bodies have been partially eviscerated and the coroner couldn't be sure some of the, uh..." Sam looked apologetically to Steve and Joe. "... the entrails might have been ingested or taken away."
They listened, hearing the steady tap-tap of the keys on Bobby's laptop for several minutes. Dean sighed and tapped his fingers on the bar. "Bobby?"
"Keep yer' damn pantyhose on, son." Bobby's voice carried gruff affection even through the phone.
Sam chuckled and saw the amusement on Steve and Joe's faces as well. "Stop annoying Bobby, Dean."
"Bite me, Sammy."
"Shut up, you two. I got a pattern here." Bobby smirked at the usual banter and looked at his screen. "I got kills going back forty years, always ascribed to some unnamed wild animal." He shook his head. "Can't believe no other hunters have figured this out before now. Gimme a couple hours to dig and I'll get back to ya'."
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam smiled, relieved.
"Whatever this is, I expect you two idjits to stay the hell outta it's way 'til you know how to kill it," Bobby said firmly. "Dean, take care of your brother. Later boys."
Sam's mouth dropped open in shock as Dean slapped a hand out to end the call too late and stared at him in horror. As one, they turned their heads to look at Joe and Steve and Sam had a sudden urge to throw up. Bobby had unwittingly outed them as brothers. "Uh, it's not... this isn't..."
"We're..." Dean couldn't think of what to say any more than Sam could. He cleared his throat and looked at the surprise on both men's faces. "Yeah, we're brothers, ok? But it's not sick or wrong or any other damn thing, and if you want us to go, then tell us now."
Steve looked between them and his gaze settled firmly on the younger. "Jesus, Sam. Breathe. Come on." He went to Sam and slid a hand along his jaw, tipping his face up to look at him on the bar stool. "Hey, it's alright. Just breathe."
Sam was caught in a panic. The only thing he could think of that would be worse than this would be if Bobby were to ever find out. His breath was catching in his throat, and he looked over at Dean like he was seeking a lifeline.
"Hey. Hey." Dean moved quickly around the counter and pulled Sam up. He slid an arm around Sam's waist and shifted his brother slightly behind him protectively. "It's ok, Sam. It's gonna be ok."
"No. It's not," Sam said softly. He couldn't bear to see any sort of hate or disgust in Steve's or Joe's eyes so he turned his head away and buried his face behind Dean's neck.
"Alright, you both need to calm down." Joe held out his hands and flicked a glance to Steve who gave him a nod. They were both overcome with concern for the severity of the boys' reaction, especially Sam, but really, he couldn't blame them. It was a hell of a secret to have blurted out like that, and most people wouldn't understand or even try to. "We already knew."
Dean went still in shock and he felt Sam jerk in surprise against him, but his brother's breathing was still a frantic gasp for air against his skin. Dean frowned slightly at that, but was too startled by Joe's revelation to fully register why. "You... what?"
Steve smiled warmly. He went to the brothers and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "The last time you two were on stage. The whip?" He nodded when he saw the recognition in Dean's eyes. "After, when we were getting you off the stage, Dean... you called Sam 'little brother'. I mean, you whispered it, but we were right there." He saw Dean shudder and squeezed the man's shoulder. "I won't lie. It threw me a little."
"Us," Joe amended, but he smiled to make sure Dean knew he was alright.
"I realized it doesn't change a damn thing," Steve said firmly. "You two are so in love with each other and, honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I figured I'd known all along you were something more than just lovers. I mean, the depth of your connection to each other..." he shook his head with a wondering smile. "Devotion doesn't even begin to cover it. And the love you two have is so damn pure and amazing, I can't fault it. No matter what." He blew out a breath and reached up to tug on Sam's hair a little. He smiled again when Sam finally, slowly lifted his head and looked at him with fearful eyes.
"What I'm trying to say here is, we don't care. We just couldn't think of a good way to bring something like that up to let you know we knew. I'm sorry." Steve brushed his knuckles across Sam's jaw comfortingly. "Nothing's changed, except now you don't have to hide anything with us, alright?"
Joe sniffed, took a deep breath, and couldn't take the tension anymore. He moved around Steve and wrapped both brothers up in a tight hug, grabbing Sam's head and pulling it down to his own. "Please stop hyperventilating now? You're freakin' me out."
Sam was startled into a watery laugh and wrapped his free arm around Joe to pull him in tighter. "Ok."
Dean's whole body shuddered with relief and he didn't resist when Steve chuckled and came in on his other side to hug him too. He gave himself a moment of weakness and let his head drop to Steve's shoulder. "Killin' my chick flick quota for a damn year here, guys."
Sam's knees went weak and he slumped. His head spun dizzily and he couldn't argue with the voices talking over him when he was turned and dragged to a chair, pushed down into it and held. He felt Dean's arms wind firmly around him and his face was pushed into his brother's neck. The smell of Dean's skin helped bring him back and he could finally hear his brother again.
"Sammy, it's ok. Come on, just breathe for me, little brother."
Sam shivered, hearing that spoken aloud in a room with others and he lifted his head at last to look into Dean's worried, green eyes. "Sorry." He cleared his throat and looked up at Steve and Joe's concerned faces and then back to Dean. "It's just... someone knows." He felt tears gathering in his eyes and scowled, trying to keep them at bay, but they fell anyway to roll down his cheeks. "Someone knows and they don't hate us." Sam knew on some level that he was overreacting emotionally, but it felt like a damn had broken somewhere in his heart, that little niggling fear he lived with every single day, and at least, in this place, he no longer had to fear that. They knew and they accepted them anyway.
"I know," Dean said softly while Sam's breath hitched and fresh tears coursed down his little brother's cheeks. Even for Sam, this was oddly emo, but it was a huge step to have someone actually know about them and not care. He smoothed Sam's hair from his face with an understanding smile before he looked up at the other two men. "I uh, I don't think you have any idea what that means to us, that you don't, you know, think we're freaks." His own voice was gruff with emotion and just managed not to let his own relieved tears fall.
"Oh, you're freaks," Steve said with an easy smile. It touched his heart to see that relief in both men's eyes; to know that he and Joe were giving them something special that they would likely find few other places. They deserved that peace of mind and more if even half of what they said was true. And he was beginning to believe that it was. He smirked. "I mean, come on. You hunt monsters for a living! But, then, we're freaks too. The best possible kind. Now come on. I think we all need some more coffee."
"And a group cuddle on the couch," Joe added and then threw his hands up when all three men stared at him. "What? I had to try."
"You're hopeless." Steve snorted and slapped the back of Joe's shoulder. "Go pour the coffee while I get the muffins out of the oven."
Dean watched them move away and knew the two men were giving him and Sam a few moments to collect themselves. "Sammy?"
"Yeah, I'm ok." Sam nodded. He rubbed his hands over his face, taking the tears away and felt his cheeks burn, embarrassed at having been so emotional. "Dammit."
"Hey." Dean rubbed his thumb back and forth across Sam's cheek and gave him a lopsided smile. "Pretty sure we can chalk this breakdown up to the sub drop last night. Don't worry about it."
Sam chuckled and let his head tip forward, resting his forehead against his brother's. "We're gonna do that again, right?" He leaned back and gave Dean a heated look. "Because I really, really liked you watching while Steve owned my ass."
Dean shuddered and had to press a hand to his crotch to back down the sudden erection Sam's words had caused. "You asshole," he said with a laugh and stood. "After we gank the nasty. Then I'm gonna make you pay for that." He smirked. "Or rather, I'm gonna make Steve make you pay for that."
"Fuck, yes." Sam grinned and stood.
"What am I making Sam pay for?" Steve called, turning around from the oven with a steaming tray of muffins. "And please tell me it involves tying him down and spanking him until he can't remember anything but 'please' and 'fuck'." He watched Sam shiver, Dean laugh, and then he nodded; satisfied.
"Oh, you're good." Dean gave Sam a gentle push toward the counter.
"So what now?" Joe slid two cups of coffee to the brothers and smiled, watching them sit in unison and the way they unconsciously leaned into each other's space. They were beautiful and he dared anyone to say otherwise. "I mean, this Bobby, is he going to be able to figure this out?"
Sam nodded fervently. "No one does research like Bobby."
"Except you," Dean said loyally.
Sam smiled. "Bobby's got the best damn library there is for the supernatural."
"Sam caresses the books." Dean shrugged when Sam glared at him. "What? It's the truth. Dude, sometimes I get jealous."
Steve and Joe both laughed at the scandalized expression on Sam's face. "You know, I can see it." Steve snorted when Sam's eyes snapped to his and then rolled. "Somehow, I always knew you were the bookish one."
"Bookish." Joe's eyes gave a roll of their own and dropped onto the stool beside Sam, draping an arm over his shoulders. "That man doesn't read actual books because, and I quote, the paper feels weird on his fingers." He grinned when Steve snarled at him melodramatically. "If he can't read it on the computer, he won't read it."
"You do remember that I know how to tie you down and make sure you never get free, right?" Steve threatened and held up a muffin. "Also, I can withold muffins."
"You wouldn't." Joe leaned abruptly over the counter and batted his eyes at his partner. "I love you and your crazy, tech-obsessed ways."
"Luddite," Steve snorted and handed over the muffin.
Dean laughed along with his brother and sipped his coffee as he felt their world slip back into its place. He let out a long, slow breath of relief. He knew exactly how overcome Sam had felt and, in fact, needing to calm Sam had been the only thing that kept him from having a meltdown of his own. He'd just save that for later when he was alone. "Got any pie?"
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Sam grunted under the weight of an old love seat and set it down on the floor with a loud thump. "This is really why you called. You needed menial laborers."
Joe laughed. He dusted his hands off and leaned back from pulling at the carpet in the corner of the disused bedroom. "Well, you did say you wanted to help with the renovation."
Sam smiled, shaking his head and picked up the end of the love seat again. "Next time I'm keeping my mouth shut. And why isn't Dean up here?"
"Because you thought helping me would be easier than knocking down walls with Steve and beat your brother at rock-paper-scissors." Joe snickered.
"Shut up," Sam grumbled warmly and smiled. He could hear the steady bangs and thumps from the floor just below them where Dean was cave-manning his way through another wall to open up the center of the first floor. Helping Steve and Joe get the house ready for the remodel was helping them all to kill time until Bobby called back with the information they needed. "Where do you want this one?"
Joe glanced at the little couch and shook his own head. "Far room down at the end of the hall. Don't wanna keep that one. Well, unless Steve has a moment and suddenly decides he likes the paisley. He does that sometimes." He chuckled and hooked a thumb over his shoulder. "He's down the other end of the house in one of the parlor's we're going to refit."
"Got it." Sam dragged the heavy couch out into the hall and down to the last room. He shoved open the door with his hip and found the room already had a mismatched collection of furniture destined for the landfill. "Alright." He took a deep breath and pulled, groaning as he finally got it through the door and settled it near the wall. He brushed off his hands and shoved his hair out of his eyes as he went back out. He wiped an arm over his brow to stop the beads of sweat from running into his eyes and tugged at his damn t-shirt. "Going to find Steve," he called in to Joe as he passed that room and got a disgruntled curse in reply. He chuckled, glad he wasn't the one arguing with the old carpeting.
Unlike the first floor that was well-cleaned and ready to be renovated, the second floor of the house had definitely been left alone for a long time. There were still dust covers over the furniture in most of the rooms, and most of that was original from the last owners of the home, whoever they had been.
"Hey, Steve?" Sam called as he moved down the long hall. He turned the corner and saw the light above him flicker. He reached up and was able to catch it with his fingers, giving the bulb a quick twist and making it burn steadily again. "Being a sasquatch is good for something," Sam muttered to himself bemusedly.
Sam blew on his fingers, warmed a little too much by the bulb and saw the door at the end of the hall swing open. He smiled. "Steve!" Sam jogged the last few feet and stepped into the room. He frowned. There was no Steve, and nothing, in fact, except for a bedroom whose furniture was hidden under dusty cloths. "Steve?" Sam shook his head, looking around the room and at the two doors to either side. "Dude, if you're screwing with..." his voice trailed off in surprise as he looked down at his bare arms and watched the hairs rise up. A shiver went down Sam's back just as he felt the temperature in the room plummet.
"No way," Sam breathed, shocked as his breath plumed out in front of his face in a cloud. He backed up warily. "There's a ghost?" Sam turned, knowing he had to find his brother and more importantly, get Steve and Joe safe. He shook his head. "A fucking ghost! Really?" As if in answer, the door behind him swung hard and slammed into Sam's back. He was propelled out through the door, into the hall and headfirst into the opposite wall. Sam slid to the floor in a daze and curled an arm around his aching head. He groaned and tried to roll to his side. "Dean," he gasped softly and felt an electric charge begin to build in the air around him even as his head swam dangerously. He took a deep breath, knowing it was going to send his head spinning and shouted for help. "Dean!"
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To Be Continued...