Dean shifted on the bed, his hand reaching out blindly for his partner. When he encountered nothing but cool sheets, his eyes snapped open in surprise. "Wyatt?"

"I am still here ti mouton."

Turning, Dean looked over at the window, letting out a soft sigh of relief. "Why are you over there, you ok?"

"I am, I was watching the dance of the lightning bugs. There is a full moon tonight." Bray turned from the window, picking up the tumbler sitting off to his left. "Did I hurt you Dean?"

Shaking his head, Dean watched as Bray climbed back onto the bed. "You already know I can handle it, stop worrying so much." He studied the shadowed expression, wondered at the bright gray gaze as Bray studied him. "Bray?"

"Drink, your throat is dry I am sure." Bray watched as Dean took the tumbler, looking into the small glass with a frown of curiosity. "Come walk with me?"

Dean nodded, his gaze studying the dark liquid. "This isn't going to make me grow an extra head is it?" He glanced up at Bray with a grin, shaking his head at the other's smile. Sighing, Dean drank the liquid, fighting back the urge to gag. When the glass was empty he handed it back to Bray. "That was seriously the grossest thing you've ever given me."

Bray chuckled softly, pulling a pair of lounge pants from the dresser by the bed. "And yet you continue to take things from me." He handed Dean a pair of pants before getting dressed. "There is somewhere I wish to take you, if you are willing. It does not require that we take anything with us but if you feel you will need something..."

"Maybe some water, whatever you gave me is making me queasy." Dean frowned as he slowly made his way around the bed. "What the fuck did you give me Wyatt?" Dean squinted, studying the fuzzy face in front of him. Heart racing, Dean sucked in a quick breath as he looked from the floor up to Bray in confusion. "Bray..."

"Come with me, little lamb. Do not fight what you are feeling, accept the whispers you hear. Let Abigail lead you through the shadows." Bray watched as Dean stared at him sightlessly, chest heaving as he tried not to panic. "Listen to me little one, I am here, I will never leave you."

Dean turned towards the sound of Bray's voice, stomach twisting as he tried to focus his gaze. Sucking in a harsh breath, he started in surprise when a hand gripped his bicep. "Bray?"

"Yes little one, come with me, let me complete that which was denied us." Bray led Dean through the doors leading out into the garden. "You have given me a lot through out the years and I have not always given to you in return. Come with me, listen to the promise on the wind."

Dean held onto the hand curled around his as he followed Bray. "Don't let anything happen Wyatt, I can't fucking see."

"Use your ears little lamb, follow the sound of my voice."

Dean felt their fingers sliding across each other, Bray's pulling away. "Bray, where..." He tried to hide the tremor in his voice as his feet moved through the cool grass. Bray was known to play games, some were fun while others were meant to punish. Reaching forward, Dean hoped this wasn't one of the latter. "Please..."

"You know the way little one, follow the whispers. Listen as Abigail speaks to you." Bray watched as Dean paused before turning to his left. He could hear the whispers, knew if he helped Dean it wouldn't bode well for either of them. He fought back the urge to lead Dean where he needed to go, standing far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed.

Their ceremony had been filled with obsticales from both sides. Dean had some how gotten involved with Seth while Bray was fighting his feelings for Danial. He would admit that he had neglected Dean, pushing him to Seth, making anything that happened between them partly on Bray as well. "You are headed in the right direction, little lamb. Follow your heart to your destination." Bray could see the drink having its effect, knew Dean would be more than pissed for having been tricked but they deserved this chance. After years of fighting each other Dean had given in only for their fights to turn violent, bloody and brutal to the point of one having to be pulled back from death.

Dean took a deep breath and froze, listening to the sounds around him. He couldn't see, which made his stomach twist in apprehension. If he followed the soft voice to his left he knew he'd find what he couldn't see but the fear of being alone after is what made him hesitate. "Bray don't..."

"I will not leave you little one."

Taking a deep breath, Dean tilted his head to the right. He remembered Sadie telling him that Abigail approaches on the right and speaks on the left to a true heart. If his feelings for Bray were found false...Dean started at the feel of a hand across his chest, frowning he stepped back in uncertainty. "Wyatt?"

"Non, mwen menm mwen pa se moun ki ta rantre ak l 'ki te fè ou mal plis pase yon fwa. Ou ta bay lavi ou pou moun ki kenbe ou avèk reverans sa yo. Poukisa mwen ta dwe pèmèt sa a, poukisa mwen ta dwe aksepte retounen ou apre ou fin kite l 'pou yon lòt? Ou vrèman vle sa a oswa se li yon jwèt ou jwe? Reponn mwen Dean Ambrose, si ou vle pou yon avni ak Bray, di m 'poukisa mwen ta dwe beni lyezon sa a."(No, I am not are he that would join with him who has hurt you more than once. You would give your life for the one who holds you with such reverence. Why should I allow this, why should I accept your return after having left him for another? Do you truly desire this or is it a game you play? Answer me Dean Ambrose, if you wish for a future with Bray, tell me why I should bless this bonding.)

Dean didn't flinch from the voice, instead turning towards her to face her head on. "Because he belongs to me and only me, there is no one else more worthy of him but me. I have given my life twice to save his and would do so again no matter where he is or who is involved."

"Ou se li ki rele lunatik la, pwoteje pa de ki pral fè sa yo dwe pwoteje ou men isit la ... isit la se kote mwen kòmande, Dean Ambrose. Li se jiska m 'si mwen pral lage Bray ba ou oswa ou pa. Di m ', yon ti kras, ki sa ou vle fè pou Wyatt? Ki sa ou pral bay an retou pou mwen gen bay moute youn nan pwòp mwen."(You are he who is called the Lunatic, protected by two who will do what they must to protect you but here...here is where I rule, Dean Ambrose. It is up to me if I will release Bray to you or not. Tell me, little one, what are you willing to do for Wyatt? What will you give in return for my having to give up one of my own.)

Dean paused before answering. The whispers hadn't been in the native tongue, the first question had. Stepping forward, Dean's look turned mutinous. "Ou pa gen pou ba l 'leve, mwen pa gen okenn dwa pou mande pou sa. Men, mwen ta bay lavi m 'pou li. Mwen te fè l 'anvan mwen pral fè l' ankò."(You are not having to give him up, I have no rights to ask for that. But I would give up my life for his. I've done it before I will do it again.) He felt the brush of air across his face, stiffened at the feeling of angry acceptance. "I've given him up more than enough times. I deserve Wyatt, more than any other, I deserve to share my life with him and he with me." He turned to his left, aware that to turn right would show his disrespect of the old ways. "I would not ask he give up his life for mine. He is your vessel, your voice in a world gone dark with greed. But I need him, I need him and if giving my life will prove that to you..."

Bray stepped up behind Dean, watching the pale figure in front of him. "Ou te pwomèt l 'ban m', kado mwen an pou yo te ba l 'moute lontan sa pibliye depi. Èske w ap refize m 'kè, souf mwen? Li se vwa mwen nan mond lan nan bagay moun fou, se pou l 'se youn nan pale pou mwen lè mwen pa kapab."(You promised him to me, my gift for having to give him up so long ago. Will you deny me my heart, my breath? He is my voice in this world of madness, let him be the one to speak for me when I can not.) He watched as light blue eyes moved over Dean and knew, before it happened what she was going to do. "Abigayèl, tanpri, li pa..."(Abigail, please, he is not...)

"Ou menm ak Juls te pote Sadie avè m 'nan anpil menm jan an. Yon nanm kase, pèdi nan yon mond ki soufri yo. Li pral bezwen yo dwe libere soti nan bindings yo nan mond sa a. Si li se mache bò kote ou, li pral bezwen bay yon sèl bagay li te ofri pou ou."(You and Juls brought Sadie to me in much the same way. A soul broken, lost in a world that tormented them. He will need to be freed from the bindings of this world. If he is to walk beside you, he will need to give the one thing he has offered for you.)

Bray turned in time to see Dean drop to his knees, gasping as he clutched his chest. "Dean?" He has already known this feeling, the terror of watching Dean's breath stop. His life leaving him not for Bray but because of Bray. "Little one..." He wanted to reach out and hold him, to ease the pain clearly written across his face. Looking up at the ghostly figure in front of him, he could feel his heart give an extra beat at her soft smile. "Mwen p'ap lage l 'nan men ou, se pou mwen li ye. Li te pwomèt m 'nan sèk la epi mwen pa pral pèmèt li yo dwe kase."(I will not release him to you, he is mine. He was promised to me in the Circle and I will not allow it to be broken.) At Dean's sharp gasp, Bray knelt down beside him. pulling him back against his chest, Bray ran shaky fingers through his hair. "Dean..."

"Wh-what is...w-why? What did I do wrong?" Dean stared up in confusion at Bray, his image fuzzy and dark. "Wyatt, help me."

Bray watched as Dean struggled for breath. "You did nothing wrong ti mouton. You offered up your life for me and Abigail wishes to collect." He watched as Dean's expression turned from confused fear to angry frustration.

"But I...S-sadie said it was the right thing to do. Am I being punished? I can take the pain but..."

Bray held onto Dean, jaw clenched as his muscles bunched and stiffened. He held him, eyes watchful for any change that Abigail would do something different. "It is the right thing to do little one because I would do the same for you."

Dean wasn't sure what happened after that, all he could remember was the pain in his chest and Bray's angry voice demanding that Dean come back. When he next opened his eyes, he was staring into wide, watchful gray and a smile that made his chest constrict. "Bray?"

"Welcome back little one, I am pleased to see you finally open your eyes." Bray turned to the side of the bed, reaching for a glass of water. He would admit to himself that he had been worried about Dean. He had been sleep for almost three days, a day longer than it usually took to recuperate. Handing the glass to Dean, Bray watched as he took a sip. "How do you feel?"

"Like Harper ran over me on a fucking bike." Voice raspy from disuse, Dean flushed. "How long?"

"Three days." Bray frowned as he watched Dean closely. "I am glad to have you back with me Dean. This would have been for nothing if I were to lose you now."

"Yeah well next time you tell me yourself what the fuck you have planned. Don't send Sadie to talk to me. That shit fucking hurt Bray, seriously I thought I was fucking dying!" Dean tried to glare at Bray but he was to tired and sore for there to be much heat to it. "You should have warned me asshole."

Bray chuckled softly at the angry man, grateful that Abigail had kept her word. He knew that even if Dean had done everything as before, she could have taken him permanently. "Life is rarely ever without pain, little lamb. However, unless I am the one you are in pain from all others will suffer." He pulled Dean close, pressing a kiss against ginger curls. "Thank you for returning to me little one. I would have followed you if she would have taken you from me."

Dean nodded, dozing against Bray's chest. He wasn't sure what had actually happened but he would ask Bray later. Right now he was just grateful to be back in bed and beside the one man who soothed his tortured soul. "Bray."

"I will be here when you wake for as long as you wish it. Sleep little one there is much left to do for us." Bray listened as Dean's breath slowly evened out before giving in to the arms of slumber. He held onto Dean while they slept, thankful that despite his past transgressions, Dean would be his for the rest of their lives.