Chapter four; May angels lead you in
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Jean, Chris and Devon. Rest belongs to Kripke. Lucky fuck.
And if you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you one more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me - Jimmy eat world
Jean slowly stood up from where he was, staring at Sam. "Sam don't do this." He said, stepping towards his ex. Sam was staring down at the ground, and Jean approached lifting his head to face him. "I have to….its my fault." He whispered, and Jean shook his head. "No, its not. You didn't make that sick fuck attack Dean. Sam, Dean wouldn't want you to do this." Sam laughed bitterly "Deans not here because of my actions." Jean shook his head. "Fine then, I don't want you to do this. Sam I know you love Dean more then anyone else in this world but that doesn't stop me from loving you. I love you Sam, I know you. If you do this you'll never forgive yourself. I beg of you, as your friend, don't sink to his perverted level."
Sam stared at Jean, looking for something in his eyes. He found it, and nodded "But how will we get De back?" He knew Jean loved him, had loved him since college. He also knew Jean would never try to get between him and Dean, there was no compotation. "Well, first off you've got to get mad." Jean replied and Sam shot him a look. "I am." Jean shook his head "No Sam. Deans told me ever since you were raped you've been depressed, afraid he'll abandon you. First off that man loves you more then his own life, so he's never gonna willingly leave you. Secondly, get mad. Mad that you were raped, mad at Cas, mad at life hell just mad. You cant keep going around like this, it isn't you. You used to be a force to be reckoned with. Because you'd stand up for yourself, you were good and you knew it. Me and Dean, we love you no matter what. But being this, this is just hurting yourself. So get mad." Jean finished, shoving Sam as he knew he hated it when someone shoved him.
Sam shot Jean a pathetic glare "Stop." Jean shook his head and shoved Sam again, harder. "Come on Sam. Get mad, get pissed!" He said, shoving the other man again. He saw Sams hands clench, and shoved him again. "Come on ya bitch!" When he shoved him again Sam swung, punching Jean in the face and causing his friend to stumble back. Once he regained his balance he used his shirt to wipe the blood from his split lip, and looked up smirking. "Hes back!" He mumbled in a sing song voice, watching as Sam located Chris still being held by Sirius and jerked him up.
"I will never fuck you, now tell me where the hell my lover is or I will be assisting Jean in putting you in ICU." Sam snarled out as he held Chris off the ground by the throat. Jean was not for the first time glad he never crossed Sam. Sure it took a lot to piss the man off, but once he was pissed he didn't mess around. Jean slowly approached the two of them and stood behind Sam but off to the side, their shoulders just a breaths width apart. "I suggest telling him. Hes not joking." Jean said, shrugging a shoulder. Chris' hands clutched at Sams wrist, trying to pry him off. "Alright!" He gasped and Sam set him down but didn't let go. "Garage." Sam shot Jean a look and let Chris go.
However before Chris could take a step Jean grabbed him and restrained him. "Oh no no no, if he's there you get to have a nice chat with the cops. I do believe unlawful imprisonment is against the law." He thought he heard Sam mumble something like 'if I don't kill him first' and smirked. "Sooo wouldn't wanna be you right now dude." As they crossed the yard, Jean stopped Sam before they opened the garage. "Just wanted to say, I'm proud of you. Also, that was fucking hot." He leaned in and pressed a brief, soft kiss to Sams lips before he pulled back and tightened his hold on Chris. Sam was shocked to say the least when Jean stopped him and kissed him, he instantly returned the kiss and offered Jean a smirk as he pulled back. Once Jean moved back he opened the garage door and gasped.
There, bloody beaten and tied to a chair, as well as gagged was Dean. Sam rushed forth and dropped to his knees beside his lover, gently pulling the gag from his mouth. Deans eyes were closed and his breathing shallow. "De. Please open your eyes." Sam pleaded as he ran his hands gingerly over his brother, wincing at the dried blood on the back of Deans head and the bruises and cuts all over his face. "De please." He pleaded, gently brushing his fingers along Deans face. "I called 911 and asked for an ambulance too." Jean said and Sam nodded, forcing back tears. "De…please." He placed on hand on Deans thigh and felt something wet and sticky, looking down as he pulled his hand back he noticed it was more blood.
Sam felt sick, how could anyone do this to his gorgeous De? Leaning up he pressed a kiss to Deans temple, breathing in but the smell of copper was thick. Fuck this. Standing up he turned to Jean "Go wait out front, tell em the ambulance isn't needed." Jean shot him a confused look "Sam he could be bleeding internally." Sam shook his head "I know but…I cant tell you how but he'll be fine. Jean please." Jean glanced between the beaten Dean and Sam and nodded, dragging Chris out and shutting the garage door. Sam took a deep breath, praying it'd work. "Cas? Castiel get your ass down here! Please!" Sam called, tears spilling over. The rustle of wings told him someone arrived and he turned around to see Castiel staring at the beaten Dean. "Cas please, heal him." Castiel glanced at him, and nodded. Walking behind Dean he placed two fingers on his forehead and closed his eyes, a second later Dean was healed.
"Thanks." Castiel offered him a sad smile before he left. Deans eyes slowly opened and Sam was right there, caressing his face. "Sammy?" Dean questioned and Sam smiled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Deans, quickly deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around Deans neck. Dean pulled back from the kiss and nuzzled Sams arm, since he was still tied. "Sammy I didn't mean-" "I know." Sam cut him off, caressing his face. "I know. Jean helped me find you. He didn't let me fall for Chris' shit…he even snapped me outta my depression." Dean chuckled "Knew I liked his over grown ass for a reason." Sam smirked. "Sammy, where are my wounds?" A sheepish look crossed Sams face. "You didn't." Sam nodded "De you weren't waking up, and there was so much blood. He didn't talk to me, he just healed you and left." Dean nodded and sighed "You gonna untie me?" He asked causing Sam to smirk. "Nah I like you bound." Dean chuckled "Kinky." Sam rolled his eyes and stood up, pulling out his knife he cut through the ropes holding his brother. Dean flexed and rubbed his wrists as Sam undid the ropes on his legs, and once he was free he stood up, pulling his brother with him and crashing their mouths together.
Sam blinked in shock, but quickly recovered and pulled Dean against him as he moaned into the kiss. Dean pulled away, fingers tangled in Sams hair. "He didn't hurt you did he? I swear to god I'll kill him-" Sam cut him off with a chaste kiss "No, Jean intercepted him on his way to bug me. Apparently he blabbed about having you or something cause when I went outside Jean had him on the ground and Sirius was ripping into his arm." Dean chuckled "That's our boy." He replied with a smirk. Sam laughed and playfully shoved Dean. "Horrible influence." Dean just snickered, but before he could respond the garage door opened and Jean was standing there with two cops. "Which one of you was held against your will?" One cop asked, the other eying how close the boys were standing and Deans fingers still tangled in Sams hair. "I was." Dean replied, stepping away from Sam.
"Do you intend to press charges?" The first cop asked. Dean nodded "Yes." The cop nodded "Alright then you need to come to the station to fill out the report." Dean nodded and started to walk forward when Sam stopped him. "Cant he-" "Its fine Sammy. I'll call when I'm done." He murmured, thumb caressing Sams hand that was blocked by Deans body. He shot a look to Jean and then looked at Sam. Jean getting the message walked over and pulled Sam against him, wrapping his arm around Sams shoulders. The second cop sneered at that, and Dean followed after the first cop who offered to drive him to the station. Jean lead Sam home, having already given his witness report. He told the cop that remained that Sam would give his when they come to get Dean. Once the cops were gone, and they were both inside sitting on the couch Jean removed his arm from around Sam.
Sam glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and shifted on the couch so he was sort of facing his ex. "So, how the hell is Dean fine now?" Jean asked causing Sam to glance away. "You wouldn't believe me." Sam replied, chuckling to himself. "Try me." Sam glanced at Jean, brow raised. "Really?" Jean nodded. "Alright but your gonna think I'm nuts." Jean smirked "Already do." Sam slapped him. "Ow! Abuse." Jean cried, laughing. Sam smirked and shook his head.. "We have this….friend." Jean gave him a skeptical look. "A friend." Sam nodded. "This friend got a name?" "Uh yea. Castiel. He's kind of….well kind of god?" Jean gave him a weird look. "God?" Sam shook his head. "Told you, ya wouldn't believe me." Jean blinked "Well it is kind of weird, Sam." A sigh escaped Sams lips. "He was originally the angel, Castiel. Then he did some stuff and long story short he's the new god." "And your on drugs."
Sam stood up, pacing the place between the couch and fire place. "I was kidding Sam." Jean said, reaching out to stop Sam in his pacing. Sam side stepped Jeans hand, and continued his pacing. He knew Dean would be pissed, and so would Castiel but well was it really worth it? He glanced towards Jean. He still loved the man, not as much as he loved Dean obviously, but it was still there. He missed Jean when he was gone, missed how easy their relationship was. He missed how Jean would hold him, how he comforted him after Jessica died even though she'd 'stolen' Sam from Jean. Dean would understand eventually right? He couldn't even think of trying to convince Dean to bring Jean into their relationship until he knew, everything. Oh yes, Sam had noticed the sly looks Dean sent Jean. He knew his brother was interested in Jean as well.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Jean get up from the couch until arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him back against a firm, toned body. "Hey, I was kidding." Jean whispered, Sam could feel his breath on his ear. Sam turned in his arms and stared into his blue eyes, it was one thing that always reminded him this wasn't Dean, besides the obvious. He didn't know how long they stood there, before he glanced away "I know." Sam replied. He did know, but who wouldn't think their ex was nuts if they claimed to be friends with God? Stepping out of Jeans arms he tried to ignore the hurt look on the blondes face, but couldn't. "Fuck. I'm so messed up." Sam growled, moving away. Jean stared at him, frowning "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" Sam shook his head. "I want you, I do…I know Dean does too, but its not fair to you to make you share me, or him share me….Its really not fair when you don't know everything."
Jean moved closer, wrapping his arms around Sam again "I'd rather share you then not have you. Call me selfish if you will, but its just how I feel. Besides, your brothers fucking hot." Jean replied, smirking at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes but let his arms wrap around Jeans neck. "You still don't know everything.-" Jean cut him off "I don't have to. Sam I'll love you no matter if you tell me your secretly a mass murderer.-" Sam winced at how close he was, because they had murdered thousands…of demons. "But you don't know all of me, Jean." Jean sighed and pulled away, leading Sam to the couch. "So tell me." He replied, sitting down but keeping a hold of Sams hand.
Sam took a deep breath and glanced down at their hands, he knew it was only fair for Jean to know. "It started when I was six months old. A demon named Azazel came to collect on a deal my mom had made with him years before. No one knew about this deal, but mom. She was supposed to stay out of my room that night, but she didn't. She tried to stop him, but it was too late. He pinned her to the roof, gutted her and caught the room on fire after infecting me with his blood." Jean gasped, that was horrible! "Dad was able to get me out, he handed me to Dean and told Dean to get me out of the house." Sam smiled at that. Even back then Dean was his protector. "Dad swore vengeance that night, he left our lives behind us and traveled across the country with us, learning everything he could on hunting." Jean was shocked, and disgusted that a father would do such a thing.
"He met Bobby, a grizzly hunter who taught him everything he knew. Bobby became like a second father to us, he still is like a dad. When dad would go on a hunt, we were either left in a motel with Dean in charge, and enrolled in school. Or we were left at bobbies." Sam said with a shrug. "As soon as we were old enough in our dads minds, he began our training. Teaching us how to wield knives, swords, pistols, shot guns. Basically every weapon. When I was nine I told my dad I was afraid of the monster in the closet. He gave me a .45 and told me to shoot it." Jean gasped, what kind of father would give a nine year old a gun? "By time I was twelve, I was going on my first 'hunt'. It was a werewolf killing or turning other people without care." Jean blinked, huh so werewolves were real. "Long story short, we've faced everything from fairies, to devils." Jean nodded. "Ghosts?" "Real." "Vampires?" "Real." "Demons?" "Real" "Angels?" "Not evil, well most. But yes, real." Jean nodded. "I'll just give you a list of whats real later, okay?" Sam asked seeing Jean was shocked. Jean nodded numbly and Sam sighed, waiting.
"Didn't you say you knew an angel?" Sam nodded. "Can I meet him?" "Er…" "Please?" Sam sighed. "He's gonna kill me, but…. Cas!" A rustle of wings caused Sam to turn around and smirk, watching as Jean turn slowly. "Samuel. What have you done?" Castiel asked in a deadly calm voice. Sam stood up and placed himself between Jean and Castiel. "Cas please, he won't tell anyone. Jean, this is Castiel." Castiel shook his head "Does Dean know what you've done?" At Sams sheepish look Castiel got his answer and moved to erase Jeans memory, but was blocked by Sam. "Cas please. You were our friend once, trust me with this one? He won't tell anyone. He kind of…needed to know." Castiel stopped "Why does he need to know?" Sam glanced towards Jean. "For his protection. He's my ex, and you know how the demons go for our weak spots." Castiel sighed, though he knew Sam was lying to him. "Very well Samuel. If he does tell though, do not expect me to fix it." Sam nodded, and Castiel disappeared.
"Well, hes all warm and inviting now isn't he?" Jean asked from behind him. Sam turned "Yea. Dean kind of wants to kill him." Jean was confused. "If hes your friend, why would Dean want to kill him? Also, you can kill angels?" Sam smirked "You can kill anything but death, with the right tools. Angels can be killed with angel blades. As for why Dean wants to kill him, he did something to hurt me." Sam replied and glanced away, frowning. "So if Deans out for his blood, why did he heal him?" Sam snorted "Because I asked him to. He knows too, that I'm the only one who can keep Dean from hunting him down." Sam turned away from Jean. "Sam…Did he rape you?" Sam shook his head and shrugged. Jean blinked, and moved forward wrapping his arms around Sam. Only once he held the other man against him did he notice how much Sam was shaking.
"Shhh… Its okay babe.." Jean shushed, rocking them back and forth gently. Sam wrapped his arms around Jeans waist as well and buried his face into his neck, breathing in deeply. Sam didn't hear the front door open and close, or the foot steps that approached. So of course he was shocked when another body was pressed against his back, and another pair of arms wrapped around him, as well as a pair of lips pressed against the back of his neck. Sam lifted his head, and breathed in. "De." He didn't even have to turn around in both pair of arms, though he did. Jean rested his chin on Sams shoulder as Dean kissed Sam. When they pulled apart Sam frowned at Dean "You were supposed to call." Dean smirked "The officer gave me a ride home, to apologize for his partner being a dick." Sam nodded. "So, wanna explain why your all wrapped up in another mans arms?" Dean asked with a playful smirk plastered on his face.
A/n: Busted! No not really. Wow long chapter. Don't worry, Sam will get back to his hunt. Deans just more important.