AN: Okay, this is the last update for this story tonight. I hope to hear from you guys on this one :P My archive seems to want to see the world tonight, so before my courage runs out, I'll continue on!
Chapter Four: Trust
J.D. as he was nicknamed by his sister and coworker's was pulling a midnight shift in the ER close to his apartment, not Jessie's, where he apperated to every night-, when it happened. Two males came in one was seriously injured. He almost flinched when he saw Sam hovering over his brother, yelling for help, but the medical professional that he had become took hold. He met them with a wheelchair and loaded Dean, making sure not to look at Sam head on.
He was so distracted that he hadn't really looked at him, and he didn't mind that at all. Jessie was going to freak if she found out that he was in the same room as the two Hunters. She had told them what he was, what she was and didn't believe that they were safe. As he wheeled Dean away Sam was stopped for information and he went to work. He made sure Dean would live and as the elder man was recovering he traded off shifts, and got ready to apperate home. He'd have to move again.
As he went to go change into his street clothes, and change out of his blood covered scrubs he heard someone in the room with him. Freezing he turned and saw Sam standing there, Dean's blood crusting on his clothes. He flinched a little at the look Sam was giving him. It was full of relief, happiness, and sadness. Not what he was expecting by far. He had expected hate, derision and fear after Jessie had told him.
"You were just going to leave weren't you Ri?" Sam rumbled. He looked away, nodding.
"I was. Jessie warned me to keep out of your way Winchester. I stayed because I wanted to make sure your brother pulled through, but I won't be around here for long." He replied. He looked up in time to see Sam flich at his words, and resisted the urge to comfort him. This Sam wasn't Mr. Lawyer. He was a hunter, and hunter's were as dangerous to him as the magical world he was running from.
Sam sat in a chair and looked at him, sighing. He looked tired, overworked. Life on the road, hunting, didn't agree with him, not if this was the end result, but in the end he could just be stressed over Dean. The medical professional in him cataloged the ills he could see idly as he wondered why he was still here and not hiding out with Jess. No matter what he was playing with fire by staying, but he couldn't go. Not yet.
"Don't be scared of me RI. Please don't be scared of me. I'd never hurt you. When I thought you were a ghost I didn't know about born wizards, and the ghosts they become. Muggles, as I've read non-magical beings being referred to as, their ghosts are afterimages of the people with their strongest emotions, and everything positive fades away. We normally have to salt and burn their remains to stop them from hurting innocent people." Sam whispered sounding and looking like he was on the verge of crying. J.D resisted the urge to fidget. He was never good at ignoring people he cared about, especially when they were hurting.
"S-Winchester, you're a hunter. I can't risk this being a ploy to get my trust so you can take care of a witch. Now please go to your brother, and forget you saw me. I won't be coming back here." He replied, keeping his mask up. He couldn't let his guard down with him. He couldn't risk it, and he couldn't confirm that Sam really was his enemy now. Sam's fist clenched as he spoke, and then J.D. found himself pressed against the lockers. He tried not to relax at the familiar heat, tried to gather the anger he knew he needed as Sam's face got closer to his.
"I'm not walking away Sexy. I won't lose you again. Dean's fine, you took care of him and I trust your work. Please just listen to me Ri. I promise on my mother's memory that I won't hurt you, Jess, or her family. Or whatever you two think I will do because I know. I would never hurt either of you, I couldn't." He whispered. J.D. looked away from Sam, unable to think with him this close. His words though, he wanted to believe him. Sam didn't swear on his mother's memory for anything, just like he didn't on his mother. The two women had died for their children, and were something sacred. Sam's hand came up to his face and turned it back to him.
"Talk to me Rian. Let me know what's going on in your head." Sam coaxed. He bit his lip.
"Let me go Winchester." He finally got out. Sam sighed, bending and resting his head on his shoulder.
"Please just talk to me Rian. I don't want you to walk away, I don't want to never see you again." He pleaded. J.D. clenched his eyes shut, why the fuck did fate hate him so much. He pushed at Sam but he didn't budge. The door to the changing room opened and someone growled.
"Dr. Colt, is everything alright here?" One of the night security guards asked. J.D.'s eyes snapped opened, and looked at him in relief. That was all that was needed apparently. "Sir, if you don't let Dr. Colt go I will use force to make sure you do." Kyle growled, cocking his gun. Sam stiffened, and backed away. J.D. sighed in relief and regret, and didn't look at Sam as he moved towards the door. Kyle grinned at him grimly as he passed. He was shaking as he pulled out his cell phone and called Jessie, needing to speak to her, for her to calm him down.
"Hey Love, what's up?" She asked as she answered, her voice chipper. He took a breath.
"Dean and Sam came into the ER tonight. Dean didn't see me, considering I had to save his life, but Sam just cornered me. Kyle the night guard made him let me go, and I'm freaking out a little so just talk to me until I get home, and then I need lots of ice cream and rum. Lots of the rum part." He whispered, cursing how thin his voice sounded as everything hit him. He'd been able to hold it together while it was happening. Jessie shrieked, panick clear in her tone. He fliched a little, feeling guilty for making her worry, but he needed her to keep him calm, so he got out of here without making a scene.
"What? Get out of the hospital Jay. You can't go back either. Oh Merlin, this is bad." She cried, before stopping and inhaling, calming herself as much as she could for him as she realized that whatever she was feeling muct be worse for him. If Sam was waiting to hurt him she wouldn't have time to get help for him if she was panicking, and as grin as that sounded it helped calm her.
"Just stay calm Jay, get out of the hospital and apperate home. We'll organize what we need to do when you get back. We need to move for one, somewhere with a good hospital for you- I'm sure that the hospital will give you glowing references. I'll transfer to another branch of my Law firm. We can do this. I won't let you get hurt." She murmured soothingly. He sighed, swiping his card, and exiting the building, hoping to get to his apperation point without any problems. He wanted a tall glass of rum and ice cream stat.
"He promised on his mother's memory that he would hurt us Jess." He whispered suddenly, needing to say it. It was a promise their Sam held sacred. She inhaled sharply as he spoke.
"Rian, don't believe him. I know our Sam wouldn't use his mother like that but this is a hunter. We don't know this Sam, and it may mean absolutely nothing to him. Walk faster, if you're not here in 3 minutes I'm calling Mom and Dad and having them come wands blazing." She replied, her voice tight.
He was turning a corner when he heard the rapid steps behind him. He walked a little faster, trying to get out of whoever it was line of sight when his arm was grabbed. He looked back and saw Sam, cursing the fact that he didn't want to use magic to hurt the man and prove his prejudice right he forced himself to calm. He could talk his way out of this if Sam wanted to hurt him. A part of him wanted to believe Sam didn't want to hurt him though, the part that still loved him. One finger moved over and activated the speaker phone feature, knowing Jess was not going to be happy and wanting her to be able to vent, and maybe distract him.
"Oh hey Sam." He said tightly, moving the phone away from his head. Jessie's breath hitched.
"Ri, I told you I wasn't just going to let you walk away and dissipear. We need to talk." Sam rumbled. D.J. counted down and almost in sync Jessie shrieked in fury.
"Get away from him! Jay, come on home, now or I'm sending reinforcements." She yelled. Sam jumped at the sound of her voice, but he didn't let go of his arm, as if he knew that if he did then J.D. was gone.
"I have a bit of a problem with coming home right now Jess. I leave and he comes with me. He's got ahold of my arm and he's not letting go." J.D. replied tightly. He heard Jess sigh, then rustling as she moved.
"I'm in the study, and I have a gun. Come home and I'll make him leave." She informed him calmly, a deadly threat in her voice. J.D. closed his eyes and sighed. If Sam didn't want to hurt them now, then a gun to the face would defiantly change his feelings.
Sam was stiff next to him, but his grip was still firm. Even knowing what Jess planned to do if he went home he wasn't letting go and that spoke more about his intentions than his actual words. He was going to risk getting shot to have his words heard. He opened his eyes and looked at Sam, his face was showing nothing.
"Jess, I won't come home just to have you threaten him. If he's as peaceful as he says then it won't do to make him change his mind. Just have the rum ready when I do come home, and don't send anyone okay?" He spoke softly. Jessie's breath hitched, and she moaned. It sounded like her worst nightmare was coming true. He knew that it was. This scenario had her waking up in cold sweats every night, and now it was happening.
"Please don't do this Jay. Just come home, I'll take care of Sam, I won't let him hurt you, but I can't protect you if you're not here." She pleaded, sounding like she was crying. Sam actually growled at that.
"Jessica Ann Moore, I would never hurt either of you. Just stop it, I know you want to protect Ri, but you don't need to, not from me at least." He hissed. Jessie snorted, obviously not believing him. J.D. took a steadying breath. He was going to listen to Sam, and he hoped to god that he didn't regret it, and if he did he lived to.
"Jess, I love you, but I'm going to hear him out. If I don't call in an hour then you can let the hounds loose." He said firmly, before hanging up as she shrieked again. He looked at Sam, who was smiling widely- relief visible in his eyes. He pulled J.D.. closer to him, and wrapped him in a hug. J.D. shivered as Sam's breath brushed his neck. He couldn't help but to relax slightly as Sam nuzzled his neck.
"I missed you so much Ri. I'm so fucking glad that you're alive. You're magic is good, it fucking saved you." Sam murmered, his lips moving against his neck, making Jay bite his lip to prevent an embarrassing moan. They hadn't even talked yet, he couldn't fall into this. It could still be a ploy. They had danced around this before, never giving into more than flirting, but never rejecting it either.
It was dangerously easy to fall back into that, but they needed to talk. He didn't believe the easy acceptance of his magic, not with who Sam was, who had raised him. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and honestly he believed that Jess would have to send reinforcements. Sam's arms tightened as he didn't relax further, and he pressed a kiss onto the skin that his lips were against.
"I hate this. I hate that you're scared of me. I hate that Jess feels like she has to protect you from me, has to threaten to shoot me. I love you Rian, and I'll love you no matter what talents you have, and whoever you maybe. Jess loves you too, in a different way. I understand her need to protect you, because if I was ever faced with the bastards who are trying to kill you I'd do more than shoot them." He whispered, using the full version of his nickname for the first time since they met up. J.D. couldn't hold back the small whimper he made then, because he wanted to believe Sam, he wanted to give in. The small noise made Sam smirk and kiss his neck again.
"Don't do this to me if you don't mean it Samual Winchester." He whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he pleaded with the other man. If this was all just a game to get to him, then J.D would let Jess have Sam for whatever torture his self proclaimed sister would want to dish out. Sam chuckled, making him scowl.
"I mean it Rian. If you believe one thing believe that I love you." He replied wryly. J.D. relaxed at that and basked in the embrace a little. Suddenly he apperated them to his apartment, not Jessie's because a bullet wound wasn't what he wanted to deal with at the moment. Sam caught him as he stumbled and laughed as J.D. reached over and flicked on a light. "That is very handy, being able to transport yourself like that. Was it how you escaped from the building? McKay said he saw you pinned under debris." He murmured. J.D. nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment.
"I didn't even know I did it. I was knocked unconscious by the impact, and my magic did it to save me. I ended up at one of the safe houses I had before I got the courage up to try and live a normal life. The lone person I still had contact with found me when I tripped my wards. I was in a coma for two weeks. And when I woke up, and found out I was declared dead as Hadrian Orion Prince I drank myself stupid for 3 weeks. I knew I couldn't have contact with you or Jess. I became Jonathan Daniels Colt and I finished my schooling when I felt safe enough. I had wards around Jess' apartment and our dorm though, I couldn't just… I couldn't leave you guys without any kind of protection. When she was attacked, I got there as soon as I could and exorcised the demon. I didn't think she was safe though, so I came back every day to reinforce the wards, making them repel more and more, and then she bumped into me, and she wasn't going to let me go again." He replied. Sam's arms were tight around him as he talked, both anchoring him to the present and reminding him that he wasn't letting go either.
"God Rian. If your magic hadn't acted on it's own you would have really died there. Dying isn't allowed, you know that right?" He whispered. J.D. smiled a little at his reaction, his heart fluttering in the slightest. He believed Sam really didn't want to hurt him now. Sam just wasn't that good of a liar, he couldn't fake the emotions in his eyes, in his voice.
He pushed Sam back and Squeaked as the giant fell onto the couch bringing him with him. Squirming slightly he repositioned himself and Sam chuckled until his bottom brushed over something firm. Suddenly he was looking down at a completely different Sam. One large hand cupped his head and their lips met for the first time. J.D. moaned as Sam nibbled on his lips, begging entrance.
He tentivly opened his mouth and then completely different emotions swept through him like a tidal wave, whipping out all of the remnants of fear and worry and leaving him a whimpering mass. Only it all came to an end rather abruptly and far too soon in his lust ridden opinion when his phone rang loudly. He jumped back, cursing the phone and himself. This was moving too fast, way to fast. As his mind cleared he reminded himself that a little while ago he was convinced Sam was going to attack him. Jumping him didn't make much sense. He looked at the caller id and groaned- Jess. Trust his sister to make sure that he didn't lose himself.
"Hey, I'm not dead. He's not going to hurt me, or you and the parents. I swear." He answered hastily, hoping his adoptive sister couldn't tell what had just happened by the sound of his voice. She growled unhappily, still angry then. Sam was going to be in for some major groveling if he wanted to get back into her good books.
"Come home now Rian. I don't trust him." She said tersely, the order clear in her voice. He sighed, getting ready to agree so she didn't have a heart attack when Sam bucked his hips, making certain things rub together and harden even more than they had during the brief make out session. J.D. had to bite his lip to stop moaning, because that was not something that he thought Jess would like to hear at the moment.
"Let me talk to her baby." Sam murmured, his hand moving from his hip and motioning for the phone. J.D. handed it over reluctantly and Sam smirked, rocking his hips again. Jay's head fell back and he whimpered as quietly as he could. The man under him was going to kill him if he kept this up. Either that or Jessie would kill them both if she figured out that they were fooling around while she was panicking. Neither option was a pleasant one.
"Jessie, Darling Lawyer Extrodinare. I'm not killing Rian, or harming him in anyway. We're talking, and getting along very nicely. I know that you're worried about your little brother, but I'm taking very good care of him. I promise. And I promise to return him in perfect condition, and maybe even a tad more relaxed then when I found him." Sam purred. He heard his friend groan as she heard his voice and resisted a snicker, rocking his hips again, enjoying Rian whimpering at his actions. Why they had never done this in college he would never know. He had missed out on so much.
"If you're molesting Rian after everything I swear I will castrate you Sam." She growled. He snickered, amused by the resignation that he heard in her voice. She sighed softly. "I know that tone Sam, I've heard it often enough when we were dating. Please don't hurt him, he's been hurt enough." She whispered. Sam frowned, stilling his movements. Rian looked at him worriedly, but he smiled reassuringly, hoping that he understood.
"I would never hurt Rian Jess. I love him. Now I'll have Rian pop both of us over after we get done talking, and you can slap me, or whatever you want after you make sure I didn't hurt him. I don't want either of you to fear me anymore. And I can't live without him. Maybe with your help I can get names of people I have to hurt for hurting him right?" He murmured. She laughed this time, and it was the laugh of old. It was a happy laugh.
"Of course Sam. Don't wear him out too much, and go slow. He's never.. He's never been in a relationship. I found our playboys little secret out by accident. He's a virgin." She whispered. Sam's eyebrows rose.
"Really? Thanks for letting me know." He replied. Rian was looking at him curiously, but he didn't elaborate. The little minx actually rocked his own hips, making Sam's breath catch. He was a fast learner that was for sure at least. Jessie chuckled in his ear, and it seemed like Rian took it as a que to do it again, making him moan. Jessie's laugh echoed in his ears. He knew that she was teasing him though.
"Call me when he's asleep. He's suppressed this too long, but if he gets hurt then you are dead." She murmured. He chuckled.
"Okay Vixen. I'll make sure Sexy has been thoroughly exercised before we come. Just don't send people out yet." He replied. She sighed, then laughed a little.
"Alright. I'm trusting you on this okay? If I'm wrong, then I'll make it my life's mission to kill you and your family and I won't be alone when I do it." She whispered before the line went dead.