WARNINGS: UNRELATED!WINCEST, mentions of abuse physically & mentally (nothing too graphic), torture, there'll be hot stuff in future chapters, rated!M!just!to!be!save, this is a LOVE!STORY, what means you won't find a lot of slash in here
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That was why he decided that it was about time to go and visit Bobby and the others. Caleb and Jim wanted to stay at the Salvage with the old man and help with the case, since Bobby had declared that Sam was their new case. Much to Deans approval, since he wasn't sure how he should be able to get all the research done while having an eye on Sam.
And since he figured that Bobby's place was one of the safest, and that the kid had to get out at some point, he decided to take him with to stay a day or two, showing Bobby the drawings. Trying to get him among other people – other people Dean knew he could trust. AND he decided to do it for himself too, since he was on the edge to suffer from cabin fever.
Fall of Darkness
Chapter 6 ~ Possessed
Dean brushed over Sams lower leg as the Impala's engine had died. „We're here, Sam.", he said and sniffed.
The younger male stirred and sat up in the passenger's seat, looking around warily. Then he shot a unsure glance at the hunter, his eyes turning black for a split second.
„No need to be nervous." Dean smiled reassuring. „They're all friends. - I told you."
Sam nodded hesitantly and sighed as he took the old house front of them in. He just wished he wouldn't have to go in there. That Dean would allow him to wait outside in the car. But the hunter had made clear that it was too cold for him to stay outside. That he wanted him to be in the house, to make contact with other people besides him. And Sam obeyed.
He followed the skilled hunter out of the car and up the porch, always staying behind him, always keeping his look down. - Like he wanted to hide. Wich was – by the way – completely impossible because of his hight.
Dean knocked at the door and gazed over his shoulder at Sam, taking a step back as he noticed that Sam had done the same. The hunter reached back and felt for Sam's hand. Squeezing it tight as the door opened and letting go of it again.
„Hey Dean." A bright smiling bearded man appeared behind the door. „Good to see you, Boy." He glanced at the taller man behind him. „Sam?", he asked welcoming and spread the door wider, so both of them could step in.
„Beer?", the older hunter asked and closed the door behind them again.
Dean nodded.
Bobby looked at the hunter's company and eyed him for a moment. „Beer?", he asked towards Sam, who had looked up for a split second.
„No – Thank you, Sir.", he replied quietly.
„Juice?", Dean asked towards Bobby, knowing that Sam wouldn't dare and say what he'd like.
Bobby nodded and looked at Dean and then at Sam once again before he turned around.
The younger hunter turned towards Sam and pulled the thick bonnet from his head. „He won't eat you. - It's okay.", he whispered gently. „Take off your jacket and sit down on the couch in the living room.", Dean pointed at the room behind the younger man. „I'll be there in a second."
Sam nodded and looked up for a moment to catch Dean's warm emerald-green eyes. The younger man's eyes flickered black once again. Though Dean seemed unimpressed, just smiled and nodded towards the other room.
The hunter went towards the kitchen, following the seasoned old man and leaned against the kitchen-counter while Bobby took two bears and a coke out of the fridge.
„He was drawing and writing some stuff.", Dean began and eyed the older man warily, while he talked. „Thought you could take a look at it?"
Bobby turned around, handing Dean a beer casually and nodded. „Sure. - You've any idea what it is?"
„Sam said it are spells.", he answered in thoughts. „I don't think that he knows anything else about it. - Besides it looks a lot more as a chaos of words and signs than anything profound."
The older hunter nodded thoughtfully and cocked an eyebrow as he looked towards the living room. „And the other thing?"
Dean sighed. „He's afraid. - He's … i don't know what he is, but he sure as hell isn't a demon."
The older hunter nodded again. „There ain't a lot of things out there with black eyes and able to kill demons that way i guess."
The younger male chuckled. „Think so too."
„Did you ask him what he is?" Bobby uncapped his beer and took a sip.
„Nah … i don't think he knows. - And if, he sure as hell won't tell me." Dean uncapped his own.
Bobby cocked both eyebrows. „You could make him ..."
He looked at the older hunter with a mix of confusion and rising anger. „I won't make him do anything."
The older man's face relaxed and a soft smile spread all over it. „That's my boy. - Think he could've killed us all sooner when he's able to give demons some hell."
„True.", Dean said silently, as Bobby turned towards the hall. „So … where do we stand?"
„At the beginning, Son." The old man answered after a while. „I didn't find anything. - Not even a hint about what he might could be. - At least not in my books. But I think, if the demons are that interested in the kid, he's important. SO i guess, it's better he's with you than anyone else i know."
Dean scuffed.
Silence again.
„What about you both stay for a few days? Looks like your little attachment over there ain't that social seasoned. - Might does him some good … and you too. - You look damn awful." Bobby smiled.
Dean chuckled. „That was what i wanted to ask for." He looked down. „Didn't get a whole lot of sleep lately." He glanced thru the doorway into the livingroom. Dean wasn't able to have a look at the couch from where he stood – and it made him a little bit uneasy.
„Sam doesn't look a lot better either." Bobby said and frowned.
„No shit Sherlock."
„No shit ...", the older and sighed deeply. „Might as well should get over there." He pointed towards the living-room, obviously sensing Dean's growing unrest.
Both of them went into the livingroom where Sam sat curled up on the couch, his head leaning against the backrest, his eyes closed. But Dean wouldn't let him drift off into sleep. „Sam.", he said softly, laying a hand on the younger male's shoulder.
Sams eyes snapped open in an instant and looked at Dean, then at the old bearded man and immediately lowered his gaze. „Sammy – look at me.", the younger hunter said gently and tipped his jaw up.
The young man lurked thru chestnut-brown bangs into shiny eyes, trying to hold back the blackness. He didn't want more than vanish. Flee. Sam didn't want to be among others, didn't want to be anywhere else than the appartement he already knew. It was okay to be with Dean. He already knew him a little bit, had learned that the hunter wasn't an immediate threat. At least not now. That he wouldn't hit him. He was something like a safe heaven in a world of sharks.
„Look. - That's Bobby.", the hunter said and nodded towards the man who stood beside him, challenging him to look up. And he did – for a split second he brushed the bearded man's gaze. Then he looked back at Dean. „He's a friend." He gave Bobby a sign to sit down on the table and he did, holding his beer and a bottle of coke in his hands.. „Do you remember him? - He was there, at the church."
Sam tried to remember. But it was all in a haze. So he shook his head. He didn't remember, just the bearded man's voice seemed familiar.
Bobby held the coke towards the younger man, who tensed visibly at the fast movement. „Take it boy. - You've to be thirsty, aren't you?"
Sam glanced at Dean, searching his face warily. Then – after he saw nothing that showed betrayal – he reached for the bottle with shaky hands and grabbed it. „Thank you, Sir.", he said and pulled the cold bottle into his lab, hiding it.
„Do you remember what happened at the church?", the bearded man asked, as it was no big deal.
„Not much.", he answered silently, trying to hide his distress.
Bobby blew out a deep breath. „You know why they took you there?"
Sam shook his head hesitantly. No he didn't. He honestly didn't. They hadn't told him.
„I'll go and get your rooms ready.", Bobby said after a long silence. There was no point in asking obviously.
Sams head snapped up. His expression filled with fear and rising panic - „rooms". He shot a questioning glance at Dean who immediately sensed his confusion. Since Sam was with him, they lived together in one big room. Never separated. And since the nightmares wouldn't stop, Sam was allowed to sleep at the same place with him. First he had been afraid and on the edge but after a few nights it was the most usual thing to share a bed with the hunter. To be close to him and to snuggle into his chest. Falling asleep with the scent of metal, whiskey and gun-oil in his nose.
„Just one.", Dean corrected as Bobby rose from the table. „Just one room. - Please." He said firmly to the older man who nodded with a sigh.
„Figured.", he gave back with a warm smile.
After Bobby had left towards the hall, Sam inched closer towards Dean, still the cold coke jammed between his stomach and legs. The hunter laid his arm over the backrest and gave the younger man an inviting grin.
Usually he'd thrown a cocky comment, but not in this case. Not towards Sam. „Better?", he asked low as the male sat curled up on his side and cocked an eyebrow.
Sam nodded and gave something like a purr from him as respond.
As Bobby returned – half an hour later – the both of them sat still in nearly the same position. Deans head had lolled back and he seemed fast asleep. So did the younger man, his head resting in Dean's lab. The seasoned hunter just entered to cover both of them with a thick blanket.
As Caleb and Jim returned from their supply-run he smuggled them into the kitchen. Though they shot nosy glances into the living room as they passed and kept as silent as possible as they unpacked the groceries.
Four hours later the both of them were still sound asleep on the couch. Just their positions had changed. While Dean laid nearly spread out on the couch on his side, Sam laid half over his torso, his ear on the hunter chest and an arm slung around his middle. The older male had tangled the fingers of his left hand in Sam's shaggy hair, like he was trying to hold his head in position.
Though, the full bladder of the hunter screamed for release and woke him from disturbing dreams. He shifted a little bit, brushing with his fingertips over Sam's scalp, feeling soft locks tingling on the back of his hand. First the closeness to the young man had seemed weird to him. But now … now it was the most common thing on gods world. And to be honest: he would've missed something, if there wouldn't have been this warm body next to him, as he woke up.
five days later …
Sam had become used to the others around. Though he didn't look at them directly and just answered if he was asked. Only Dean savored the privilege to have the first look at his sketches and the words he wrote around them. Just Dean savoured the privilege to come closer to him than a yard without pulling back. Just Deans voice didn't make him flinch at his name. And just Dean was the one with whom he stood alone in a room for longer than fifteen minutes.
And Dean felt honored somehow. The young male had finally started to trust him more. And maybe it was just the hunters imagination … but somehow Sam opened more up to him. Sometimes, when they were alone, the young man curled up in his arms and pressing his head on his chest, he talked. He talked without being asked. He related little things he had lived thru with his demonic mother. Sam had to be not older than nine in these stories. And he just told him about the good times, never told him anything bad about it. - Sometimes Dean had the feeling that he didn't want to remember it, that he was trying to shove it away.
… And to be honest: The hunter hated the idea of Sam being with these bastards for that long. He hated them even more for doing whatever they had done to him – what they had made him do. He knew that there must've been something. Because Sam was sometimes cutting the topic and then he stopped before he had said anything relevant. Just that he was sorry about doing it. That he never wanted to do it. And that he had done so many bad things. So damn many bad things and that he wished he would be able to undo it.
… And Dean told him not to worry about the past. That it was over now and that he wouldn't have to do anything of it ever again. That there was no way he'd make him do anything. That he'd watch over him, protect him. And the hunter meant it. He truly did. Sam wasn't a monster anymore. He was so damn human that it sometimes hurt.
… And Sam believed him every single word he said. Despite the knowing that the hunter would return every word as soon as he would tell him what they made him do. As soon as Dean would know about this one special thing it'd all be over and he and the others would make him suffer for it.
Meanwhile Bobby kept researching. Jim kept researching, coming with new books every day wich should help them further. Finding out what ritual they used and what it had been meant for. Finding out what the tall male was and why they had crucified him and what it was about with his tattoo …
Dean sighed deeply and turned the beer around in his hand, as he shut the book in front of him and rubbed his eyes. He had taken Sam upstairs, and went down again as the younger man had fallen asleep finally.
At least Bobby had found a name for the ritual. It was something about souls and using them as something and a knight of hell shall rise of the depths of the pit. Probably to summon that son of a bitch, because that was what it looked like. They just weren't able to translate this one word. It wasn't latin, nor greek, nor any other dead or undead language they had checked so far. Not even google and other engines had even a suggestion for the word. Damn it, they didn't even know how to pronounce it correctly. Nor did they know how to read the foreign script in wich it was written in.
„I'm givin' up for today." Dean sighed and shook his head.
Bobby looked up from his book and eyed Dean for a long while before he said something. „No problem." He glanced at his watch. 10:45 pm. „It's late though. - Might as well you should go upstairs before he's starting to panic again."
The older hunter wasn't able to hide his exhaustion either. The nightly screaming-tirades of the young man wore them all out. The first time it had happened they had been all stuttered and NOT PREPARED, even though Dean had warned them.
„Yeah ..."; Dean hesitated. „Can i ask you something?"
Bobby nodded. „Depends." He grinned.
The younger hunter looked up and sighed heavily. „What are we gonna do if he's something dangerous?"
Bobby looked confused. He'd probably would've thought about a lot of possible questions, but not about something like this. He knew, he sensed that this was bugging Dean. Now more than ever since they had pulled Sam from the crucifix. He knew that it would get heavier for all of them with every single day to think that Sam could be something threatening and dangerous. Because besides his occasionally black eyes he seemed human. Felt human. Acted like a human. A human who've been tortured and abused for a damn long time. And to Bobby's regret he started to like the kid too. Though he would never admit that below his hard shell was a soft spot. And sometimes Sam hit it right there.
„I have no idea, Son. - If he's dangerous or somethin' … and this is some kind of trap … he's playin' his part damn well."
Dean's chuckle was filled with unsureness. „But Dad … Dad wouldn't have even thought about giving him a chance. - what if I'm wrong? What if i made the wrong choice?" He looked down at his hands.
„That's because you're not your dad, boy. - You're completely different as John was. - You've made the right choice. You ain't wrong. We aren't wrong." Bobby glared at the younger man and cocked an eyebrow.
Dean nodded and smiled shyly. „You don't think it's kinda weird? - Me and him … and the way we're to each other?" He looked up again and took the seasoned hunter's features in.
„Des it feel weird for ya?" he asked, eying him.
The younger male shook his head.
„Well then i see nothin' wrong about it." Bobby still smiled. His face nothing but underlining his words. „And now, we'll stop girling around." He looked into a pair of deep green emerald-eyes, so grateful for his reassuring words. Reassuring the younger man that he had done the right thing. And maybe … maybe Dean's life would mean more than just hunting for once.
„Time to get some shuteye then.", Dean whispered to himself, sunken in thoughts.
„Me too.", the old man approved yawning.
They parted then. Bobby headed towards his room and Dean went upstairs. Entering his and Sam's room quietly, sneaking into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. He put on a tee and fresh boxers before he crawled under the sheets, next to the curled up form under them. The hunter inched closer and wrapped his strong arms protectively around Sam, who instinctively inched backwards until he felt the comfortable warmth radiating from the hunter's body. He laid his hand on Dean's, pulling his arm tighter around him and moaned blissfully.
„Good night", Dean whispered and buried his nose in Sam's hair, inhaling his scent.
A happy sound came back as respond and the hunters lips curled up into a soft smile. „Sleep tight, Sammy."
A smooth purr left Sam's throat in respond, cradling his long fingers around the older male's lower arm. „Don't go.", me muttered silently, „Please don#t go."
Dean ran his fingers over Sam's forehead and brushed a lock of hair aside. „I won't go.", He felt Sam shivering under his touch and added another gentle brush along his jaw, triggering another one.
The hunter chuckled silently, deciding not to tease him anymore and let him fall back into sleep. Much to the younger man's disappointment. Though he left himself be carried away in Dean's warm embrace, feeling his slow breathes in his hair and on his scalp, while his in- and exhales matched to the hunter's.
The both men woke to a silent knock on their door. Sam looked up hesitantly, watching the hunter for any other reaction than a bugged flinch. Sam tabbed on his bicep – so gently it probably wouldn't have woken Dean, but it did. It did because it was Sam's touch. Dean groaned and smacked his lips. „What is it`?"
The hunter blinked an eye open and ran his fingers unconsciously thru Sam's hair, like he always did when he woke up.
The knock rang again, this time more urgent, more demanding.
„Yeah?", Dean called out.
Someone cleared his throat on the other side of the door. „Downstairs, now.", Bobby's voice rang thru.
The hunter sat up, immediately high alert and awake.
Sam stared at him confused, then to the door and back at the hunter, eying him warily. He recognized the suddenly concerned look on his face and the deep-green eyes darkened as Dean looked down on him. „Guess it's time to get up.", he muttered and stretched out with a low groan, as he rolled to his back. „Downstairs in fifteen!", he called back, his voice hoarse.
Then there were silent footfalls slowly fading away.
„You wanna stay?", Dean asked and brushed a hand over his face, like he tried to brush his sleepiness away. „You don't have to come with – catch some more sleep, hu?"
Sam shook his head. „Commin' with you.", he answered silently. „Can I?" Big eyes were glued to the hunter's pleadingly.
Dean smiled at him. „Sure you can." Then he sighed and ran his fingers thru Sam's strong, soft hair, tangling them in it and toying with the ends of his hair once more.
A small smile formed on the younger male's lips as he examined deep dimples around Dean's eyes and cheeks.
„Means we've to get up, hu?" Bright green eyes gazed at Sam.
He nodded and sniffed.
Exactly fifteen minutes later they were downstairs, smelling bacon, scrambled eggs and waffles, hearing voices from the kitchen. As they rounded the corner – Sam right beside Dean – everything went still and three pairs of eyes were gazing at the young man beside their friend. Three pairs of eyes who took Sam in, in a mix of fear, despair and something Dean wasn't able to take his finger at.
While Dean narrowed further, Sam fell back and stepped in the threshold. A giant lump started to form in his throat and something in his stomach twisted violently.
They were still staring.
Dean stopped and turned around as he recognized that Sam wasn't following him anymore. His light smile faded slowly as he looked back at Jim, Caleb and Bobby, taking in their features, covered in disappointment and some other emotions that mixed up into something that didn't look well.
„What is it?", he asked – now concerned and glanced back at Sam, whose gaze was glued to the ground now. „What is it?", he asked again, looking back at the three of them.
Bobby cleared his throat.
„Bobby?", Dean asked, feeling an uncomfortable feeling rising in the depths of his gut.
„Soultaker … he's a soultaker." Bobby muttered and drowned his gaze in the black coffee-mug in front of him. Then he looked up and eyed the young man suspiciously. „He's a soultaker, Dean."
The younger hunter inched back and glanced at Sam, then he looked back at the table where all three of his friends tried to avoid his looks.
„What the fuck is a soultaker?", Dean's voice high-pitched at the end.
„The word in the ritual we didn't know what it meant … - it means soultaker. - Sam's a soultaker.", Bobby cleared his throat again and nodded towards two empty chairs at the table.
Dean looked back over his shoulder once more, registering that the younger male was shaking, inching back a foot or two. Sam felt their looks on him, all over him. And he felt so wrong. - Just so damn wrong.
„Am i bad?", Sam's head snapped up and his look darted between Dean and Bobby. His eyes big and already wet with tears. „Am i something bad?", he asked again, his voice shuddering under the realization that a soultaker could never mean something good.
„No. - Sammy. You're not bad.", Dean took a step towards him, but the young man took another step backwards. He reached with his hand for him, offering it. But Sam just stared at it in disbelieve. The hunter turned around and looked directly at Bobby in disbelieve. „He's not, ain't he?", he asked, his eyes pleading.
Bobby sighed and swallowed, shaking his head. „No … he isn't." He sounded hesitantly. „Of course not." He looked up. First at Sam then at Dean. „It just means … - that he could be dangerous. What sure as hell doesn't mean that he is. - it's just ..."
Dean furrowed his eyebrows after Bobby didn't continue. „What?"
„He'd be able to tear our souls out of our bodies in a split second … - and to be honest ...", Jim answered, obviously trying to choose the right words. „it's quiet frightening."
The hunter looked at Sam, taking another step towards him, noticing his eyes flickering from hazel into black and back again. This time he didn't move back, he just stayed, frozen, unable to even breathe.
Dean felt his heart break. They had made such progress in the past couple of days. He wouldn't let him slip thru his fingers, wouldn't let Sam locking himself away in his mind again. „It's all about the choices you make, Sam." Dean tried to smile but failed. Miserably. „You aren't bad. - You're just different."
Sam shook his head, chestnut-brown locks falling into his eyes. When it came to the choice he had made in the past he was definitely none of the good guys here. „No. - I'm a monster. They were right, I'm a monster. And no one's going to save a monster." He sobbed.
„That's not true, Sammy. - And you know that." Dean tried to reassure him.
Caleb cleared his throat, and Dean gave him a punishing look. „It's not true. - You're no monster." Dean made another step towards him and was now close enough to lay a hand on the younger man's shoulder. Sam let himself be pulled into a gentle hug. „You could've killed us a dozen times, but you didn't. - You're not a killer."
The hunter buried his hand in Sam's hair and closed his eyes, feeling him shiver and tremble.
Sam sobbed and sniffed and whimpered shaking his head over and over again.
„We're just a little bit overwhelmed and ..." Bobby was looking for words, „... and little bit concerned, you know?" He tried to smile and failed. „We've never heard about something like you. - Not even read about it in books so far … you gotta understand … we ..."
„.. we usually would hunt something like you.", Pastor Jim ended Bobby's sentence firmly. His eyes stern for a moment, but started to soften again. „But we won't. - We might be hunters, but we also know what's wrong or right." He smiled gently in the end. „Now come over and sit down and lets talk about all this in peace, OK?"
Sam swallowed a sob, while Dean tried to sooth him with gently back-rubbing. „You know it's okay. - You saved us with your abilities. - You know that?" Dean cocked both eyebrows and took a step back, his hands resting on Sam's shoulders, trying to catch his gaze.
There he stood. Something that was meant to be dangerous, cried his soul out because it didn't want to. Didn't want to be something. Didn't want to be what he was. And now that they had a name for what he was he felt even worse. He knew he had done bad things. Really bad things – but somehow … somehow he had wished that this was just because of the black-eyed monsters, and not because of himself alone. That this wasn't all him who was capable of doing these things.
No such luck.
Sam sucked in a deep breath and made a step backwards,glaring form the corner of his eyes upstairs and then to the front door. - He still had a choice. He could go upstairs and hide under the blankets, or he'd run. Run as fast as and far as he was able to. So no one would get hurt. Just him maybe. But though … he honestly didn't care about being hurt. And deep down he wished this all had ended int he church. That Dean would've just ended him, for the thing he was.
Demons would hunt him, he know that. And some day they'd find him, find him and punish him. Would track him down and lock him away … again. Just to be something for the rest of his life he didn't want to be. Just to be owned by some hell-bound soul … be owned by a demon who'd come to him. Once in the shapes of a guy, once in those of a woman … all sorts of forms … and he wouldn't be able to do this again. He didn't want to see these men die because of him. He couldn't. Not again.
Dean watched him suspiciously. He literally saw the wheels in Sam's brain running.
A second later his gaze went up, streight into Dean's darkened green eyes, his look determined. Panic made his heart race, his breath erratic. Another second later Sam took off and was with three long strides in front of the front-door, slamming it open and … nearly bumped into a man in his mid-fourties. A couple of inches smaller as Sam was, with big grey eyes. The man stared at the younger male and the smile he had worn before slowly faded. His eyes widened and the expression on his face turned into shock. From shock into realization and from realization within a second into pure anger and rage.
„You.", he growled, and started to fumble on the back of his belt for something.
But before the man was able to get whatever he was looking for, Sam shoved him aside and started into a sprint across the yard.
„Sam!", Dean called out and just saw as the man in the door took off to follow him with a drawn knife.
The Winchester cursed. He didn't lose a single moment and raced over the threshold, down the porch, taking two steps at once, and ran. He drew his Baretta as he saw the older man disappear behind a block of car-wrecks and slowed down, taking deep even breaths to listen and make out any noises. Dean pressed his back against the wrecks, lifting the Baretty and took the safety off.
Now it wasn't just to disappear. Now it was about life. Sam had to run or this guy would kill him – as sure as hell. And he ran, he ran as fast as he was able to. Though he was in no condition to hold his speed. And he lost. The guy caught up after he had rounded the corner of car-wrecks and tackled him, taking him to the ground, with his face forward into the sharp cold gravel.
„You bastard.", the man hissed, pressing his hand to Sam's neck and held him down. Not caring that it would hurt the man below him. Not caring that he'd supressed him from inhaling much needed oxygen.
Sam gasped.
„You damn freak." The guy held the knifes spike to his throat, burying it into the soft skin. Without drawing blood. „You found other fools? - Other's you can betray and kill? Damn freaking demon-spawn."
The young male swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment. „I let you live.", Sam gave back silently. „I let you life so you could warn others." Sam swallowed a sob, his fingers digging into the icy gravel below him. „I'm sorry. I'm so sorry … i didn't want to hurt him. I didn't want to. Please believe me."
„Don't you dare and even talk to me. - I know what you've done. I know what you'll do." The man swallowed hard, the warm exhale vaporizing in the cold air. „I'm going to make you pay. Make you pay for all of it. - You listen?"
Dean listened closely. His eyebrows furrowed. The finger around the trigger eased and tightened again. A mixed feeling of disbelieve, anger and panic gripped him tight.
„Go ahead.", Sam said perfectly calm. „Save me from killing others. Save them."
The guy didn't hesitate. He lifted the knife, targeting Sam's spinal cord. Right where he'd do the most damage, right where Sam would've no chance to survive.
„STOP." Dean Winchester's voice echoed across the yard, letting the guy freeze right in place. „You stab him, you're dead before you hit the ground. - Disarm."
The grey-eyed man looked up, his forehead furrowed, then he chuckled in disbelieve. „Don't say you're protecting this little shit?", his voice hitched in the end.
Dean targeted the guy with the barrel of his gun and moved slowly closer. „Get off of him."
Sam's eyes were glued to his savior.
„He's a monster.", the man hissed, laying the blade on the man's throat below him. „He murdered dozens of us. - He's a killer. He's an ice-cold killer."
Sam flinched, pressing his eyes shut and opened them again.
Dean swallowed and dared to glance at Sam for a split second. Enough to realize that the young man was shivering, but perfectly calm. No sobbing, no crying … nothing like this.
„I'd suggest we talk about all that inside, hu?", Dean suggested and rose both eyebrows questioning, his gun still pointing at the man's skull.
The man shook his head, pressing the blade into Sam's soft skin until it drew blood. „No. - I'm not going to let it live. - It's dangerous, damn it!"
Dean nodded. „He might is. - He might's not." Again a short glance at Sam. „But he's mine. - And mine alone. Don't piss me off.", He crawled in a low guttural voice. „Get off of my pet, or I'll put a bullet in ya' brain, lad." Dean Winchester's eyes blazed dangerously, as he saw Sam's blood welling over the blade. His voice stable and firm, showing thousand percent of determination.
It hurt. It hurt so much to call Sam that. But he had to. The guy knew that he wasn't human, that he was something different. So he didn't have much of a choice. Monsters and Creatures were outlaws. So were Hunters. When they got killed no one asked a whole lot of questions about the circumstances. But when it came to hunter's pets … depeneded on how worthy they were … hunters wouldn't back off easily. Most of them they caught themselves, tamed them, enslaved them and trained them to whatever they wanted them to be. Hunters were allowed to make the ones pay for damaging or even killing their pets. Without having to fear judgement.
Bobby and Jim approached with loaded shotguns in their hands. One behind Dean and Bobby came from the other direction, so he was facing his younger friend.
The guy stared at Dean, then swallowed. Slowly he lifted the knife and held it up in surrender as Dean narrowed and the man rose and let go of his prey. The young hunter's gun still targeted the other man, not letting his eyes go.
„Sam?", Dean asked firmly. „You okay?" Nothing emotional left in his voice that would've shown how much he really cared.
The young man blew out a breath and got back on his feet awkwardly, brushing over an angry red abrasive burn on his left cheek, wich drawn a few droplets of blood. His gaze fell to the ground where he just laid, waiting for a blow, punch or yell. Waiting for something never came.
The guy tugged his knife back into a retainer on the back of his belt and rose his hands again, showing empty palms in surrender, while Dean still aimed at him with his Baretta.
„You OK?", He asked again, eying the young male for a moment.
No respond.
„Thomas?", Bobby's forehead and eyebrows furrowed. „What the hell are you doing here?"
The man stared at Bobby in disbelieve, then huffed. „Looks like I'm saving your asses, Idiot."
„Looks like you've the wrong guy there.", Bobby nodded towards Sam, without letting Thomas out under his watch.
„I don't know what he told you guys.", the mid-fourty-year-old man gave back. „But he ain't that innocent as he looks like."
„I don't think that's the right place to discuss." The hunter's yaw tensed, biting the inner area of his lip. „Back to the house.", Dean ordered, never letting the guy out of his watch.
While pastor Jim took the lead back, Bobby followed with sunken shotgun right behind the man called Thomas. A couple of feet behind Dean and Sam followed closely. The younger hunter threw a couple of worried glances at Sam, who felt every single one of it.
Back in the house they settled int he livingroom. Bobby on the recliner, Jim sat down beside Thomas on the Couch, Sam sat down in a dark brown leather chair where Dean had motioned him to sit down and the young hunter took a seat on the small table beside the chair, his gun still in his hands, snapping the safety on audibly.
Bobby cleared his throat, all eyes on the foreigner just Bobby seemed to know.
„You guys honestly are protecting a monster?", The man finally asked with words soaked in disgust, his gaze falling on the young male.
Sam wanted nothing more than just vanish – once again. When this conversation was done, they sure as hell wouldn't try and want to be with him anymore. They'd not even give a damn about him. If he wasn't that lucky to be killed he'd sure as hell would get locked away or worse. He told them too much, showed them too much. These men surely thought he'd know more. They'd torture him, they'd do things to him.
So many times he had been so damn close to death and he never got it granted. Never.
Sam's eyes snapped into black-motion for a couple of seconds, unable to hide them completely behind his hair.
„Don't you wanna tell them what you did to my friends? - What you did to other hunters?", Thomas' look went cold. „Don't you wanna tell them how many hunters you've killed already?"
Sam's head fell deeper, his look burning holes into the carpet under his feet. Then he looked up, eyes red rimmed from the tears he had shed. He looked at Bobby and Jim – no clue where Caleb was. Then his gaze fell on Dean who gave him a unimotional look, eying him from tip to toe. The younger man's eyes blinked to focus back on Thomas, just a couple of yards away from him.
„I am sorry about your friends.", Sam whispered barely hearable.
The man threw his fist on the coffee table in front of the couch and bowed forward.
Sam flinched violently and his hands started to tremble, so did his long bony legs and finally his whole body.
„Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it!", he yelled, all the rage and grief about the loss of his friends carried in his voice. „Sorry doesn't give them their lives back! Sorry doesn't make it undone, you damn freak!"
Bobby, Jim and Dean shared shocked looks.
„Slow down. - No one calls anyone a freak here.", Dean tried to hold his voice under control despite his welling emotions to just grasp the guy and break his nose. „Sam?" He looked down beside him, at the shaking man.
Thomas sank back and shook his head in disbelieve, taking a deep inhale. „You might think i don't remember you. But I'll be damned. - I won't forget the visage of yours ever. No matter how many years have passed. - I'm never going to forget that. Ever."
Sam looked up. His eyes flickered black again and the man opposite of him tensed for a second.
„I didn't want to.", Sam muttered. „I had no other choice."
„You had what? - No other choice?", Thomas yelled again, his head already red as a tomato. „They trusted you, damn it. - Nathan trusted you!" Thomas panted and shook his head, tear welling up in his eyes.
Dean and Bobby swallowed, sharing looks. Dean opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was too surprised, to … whatever this was.
„Tell them! Tell them how you killed him and the others!", Thomas yelled demanding.
Then there was silence.
„Sam?", Dean's voice croaked. „Is it true?" Something in the hunters look showed Sam the deep disappointment and sadness about what he just had heard.
„Sure it is!", Thomas cried out. „He betrayed Nathan." He looked at Dean. „Didn't you?" He looked back at Sam. „Your little precious pet let Nathan fuck him. Didn't you? Nathan fucked you, didn't he?!" He threw daggers at the young man with his looks, whose shoulders rose and fell faster with every word that came over Thomas' lips. „He was looking out for ya' and you betrayed him! You let them in! You betrayed all of us. - And Nathan the most. He'd died for ya' and you killed him. YOU KILLED HIM!"
Sam flinched at the last couple of words, but looked up with wet hazel-eyes, swallowing a sob. He didn't look anywhere but at Thomas. „Nathan NEVER laid a hand on me. Nor did i lay a hand on him." Sam sniffed, unable to breath for a moment. „He said i'm the son he never had. He'd never touched me. NEVER." Then he looked down again. „But you're right with one thing, Thomas. - I betrayed him. I betrayed you. I betrayed all of them. I killed all of them. I'm a murderer."
Jim, Bobby and Dean swallowed in union. Dean stared at Sam in disbelieve, wanted to lay a hand on Sam's shoulder to sooth him … but how could he? Now that he knew? The hunter's face went pale, his hands started to tremble.
Bobby cleared his throat and rose his hand to stop Thomas from yelling around. Then he looked at Sam. „Look at me, Boy.", Bobby said calmly.
He did.
The old hunter took the young mans pleading orbs in and saw all the sorrow and pain mirroring in them. All the despair, all the knowing about what he had done … or not. „Tell me HOW you did it. - I wanna know HOW you killed Nathan and the others."
Sam swallowed a sob. „You have to know. - They … they used us as bait. Demons were used to use us as bait. They laid trails for hunters. Let them rescue us … my job was to be me, just me. Letting them think that I was abused or something and … when they took me with them … - i mean … other hunters mostly didn't care. They let the bait die or killed them, sensing that it was a trap, never thinking about trying to rescue them. - But when they took me with them … Nathan cared about me. He … he tried to …." Sam's voice broke. „And … I"
„You betrayed him.", Thomas hissed. He looked up at Dean, who sat tense at the table and looked at the foreign hunter. „They had left him there. - A kid. Not more as fifteen years old. - They had left him there to rot – we thought. … When we cut him loose and got him out of the cage … he was barely alive. No one of us but Nathan thought he's going to survive. No one of us. - I thought it'd be better to release him from his misery. - But Nathan wouldn't. So we took him with us to the cabin – there were six of us. We holed up there. Wanted to wait and try to figure out what this all had been for." Thomas orbs dilated and a dismissive grimace formed on his face. „We just wanted to crash the nest. And all we found was … was THIS." He eyed Sam. „After a while when he did better, he just chanted and talked crazy latin shit. - Nonsense, drew stupid sigils on the walls and stuff."
„Spells.", Sam corrected him silently, and all eyes went to him for a split second.
„Yeah .. .spells. - To draw the demons to us. - To tell them where we were."
„No, that's not true .. I'd never done that. Never.", Sam muttered silently, tears falling down on his wringing hands. „I liked you guys. I liked Nathan."
„YU DID.", Thomas hisses, his voice raw from grief and pain over the loss. „It was in the middle of the night, when they came. - Sure ..." He looked at Dean, then at Sam. „He played his role well. He punched us free, got us all out there. A boy with not even fifteen years saved a bunch of old men." He shook his head - chuckling. „We should've known. - It was all fake."
Sam sobbed and looked up. Even more tears running down his cheeks. „It wasn't. - It wasn't fake. - I wanted to save you all. I wanted to get away, i wanted to flee. I didn't knew … I just wanted to be with Nathan." only Nathan, always Nathan. The man who had saved him. The man who had became something like a caring father in less than a month.
„You didn't knew they'd stop us?" Thomas shook his head in disbelieve. „C'mon. You knew exactly what they had planned ..."
Sam's cries hiccupped. And wiped the tears from his cheeks. „I didn't. I swear i didn't." His voice nothing more as a faint whisper anymore.
Thomas looked up, searching the looks of the other hunters surrounding him. „We splitted up – except me, James and Nathan and that bastard. We thought it's saver. But it wasn't. They found one after another of us. One by one got killed. Until there were just me and Nathan left. - I begged Nathan to let go of him. Get rid of him." He nodded towards Sam. „And then … then they came and he killed James. They gutted Nathan ..."
Sam shuddered, he remembered too exactly what had happened past there. He remembered everything. How they threatened him to kill James and save Nathan. And he did it. It just took a little bit of concentration to blow James lights out. And then … they didn't make what they'd promised. They didn't let Nathan go. They tortured him in front of his eyes. They gutted him, they left him there, bleeding on the floor, asking if there was anyone else left. If there was any other hunter. And Sam said NO. He had said NO. Because he didn't wanted to let Thomas die too. He wanted someone to tell others. He wanted someone to spread the information about demons using kids as some kind of bait.
Young Sam didn't even dare to look at the closet behind them. He didn't dare to look anywhere but Nathan's dying eyes. And he said NO. There was no one else around. No one who knew. And they took Sam with them, leaving Nathan behind, leaving Thomas behind. And that was when Sam decided that he wouldn't ever again try to flee gain. He'd rather die, end himself before he'd put anyone else in danger again. After that … after all that the demons didn't use him anymore for jobs like this … he used him for much worse …
„How did it came that you're still alive then?" Dean's voice was hoarse, not daring to look at Sam. Not daring to let pity flood him and to show any kind of sympathy for the young man beside him.
„I hid.", Thomas' voice shuddered. „No one knew where i was."
Dean glanced at Sam.
There was silence for a long time. Thoughts and emotions cursing thru the hunters heads, trying to figure out what to do, what had happened. What was the truth … but neither of them was able to sort out what they just heard and what they felt.
And Sam. Sam just sat there … sat there, while he could've killed them in an instant and flee.
Dean didn't know what to think. He felt betrayed somehow. Maybe because Sam hadn't told him. Maybe because he knew something must have had happened and he just didn't want to figure it out. Suddenly he felt disgusted about himself. And that Sam didn't say a single word against it made him feel even worse. He had started to trust the young … THING. And now? Now he heard that he had killed. KILLED. He was a murderer nonetheless – no matter among wich circumstances. Sam had murdered humans. And Dean had murdered monsters.
No hunter would've mercy with him, so was Dean supposed to have no mercy. But could he? How could he treat the younger man like a murderer when he'd never seen him kill. When he had never seen him do something bad, something that hurt others except these demons. How was he supposed to handle this situation? How was he supposed to make the right choices?
The hunters talked to each other than, talked about Sam, about what had happened. The voices grew louder and Sam didn't know. Didn't understand, didn't want to understand what they were saying, yelling. What they were discussing about. He just felt their occasionally looks on him. And he just sat there. Waiting … waiting for what would happen next.
Then there was a loud bang of a slammed open door. Shattering glass and something SOMEONE tore at Sam's shirt.
Dean Winchester stood up, the table on whom he sat squeaked over the wooden floor as he pushed it back a few inches, tearing Sam out of his thoughts, of his save place.
Then the young male felt a strong hand wrap around his right bicep, pulling him to his feet and he looked up. A pair of relentless deep green eyes looked at him, filled with anger, rage … and was that fear?
Dean tightened his grip as Sam didn't follow his verbal orders. He yelled again on him, but Sam didn't understand. Didn't want to understand. Then the hunter pulled him with him. Sam hit his leg on a small table, nearly stumbled. But the hand on his bicep saved him from falling, pulling him further, out of the living room into the hall and to a door. They went down the stairs behind it and suddenly they stood in front of a heavy iron door. The hunter pulled a dead-bolt back and pulled it open.
Sam saw nothing but blackness and the shadows of a devil's trap on the floor. Dean whispered something into his ear, but Sam didn't want to know. Didn't dare to hear the words. He just stared at the older man, eyes filled with horror and pure fear.
Then he got shoved inside and the heavy door locked in front of him.
Sam sank to the cold ground, pulling his legs towards his chest and wrapped his long arms around them, shaking. Hoping that it'd be over soon.
…... to be continued
BACON?
