A/N: So, yet again, here we are and look! I found some more plot. As always, I own none of the characters. I hope you enjoy this one. Please review, I mean it really; please, please, please review. Nno one seems interested and I would like to know what I am doing wrong. I hope you have a lovely day, night or afternoon witch ever one may apply. All the best, thanks and if you made it this far YAY! Please review, please… for me?
The Madness Behind Sanity
It didn't take much for Sam and Dean to get in to see Tad Anderson. They showed up at the hospital in theirre freshly cleaned suits, flasheding theirre fake FBI badges, and fed the hospital staff a relatively convincingspewing some bull story about them following up on a set of similar cases across the country. It didn't take long for them to and they were being whisked away down corridors, and up in elevators, by a helpful nurse before before being left to their own devices outside Tad'shis room.
Dean had offered up a quick prayer to Castiel, and he used the term 'prayer' very loosely, calling himhim down to the floor they were on. When the angel blinked into existence beside them, then the three of them where slipped ping into Tad'shis small, private et room, making sure to locking the door behind them.
For someone who had been abducted and spent four days held against his will, Tad Anderson looked remarkably well. , Dean would even go as far as to say the man he looked the perfect ipicture of n pretty good health if it wasn't for the two obvious finger marks that had been burned into the right side of his temple.
Sam got the ball rolling. "'Good afternoon, Mr Anderson. I'm agent Smith, and these are my colleagues: Aes agents Jones and Novak". .' Sam smiled reassuringly as he spoke, flashing his badge and gesturing waving his large hand towards the other two men as he introduced them. Sam made sure that eEverything about him was calm, open, and friendly.
Dean didn't miss the slight shift in Castiel's stance as Sam used hishis vessel's real name and, not for the first time, Deanhe wondered if Jimmy Novak was still in there somewhere,. bBuried deep under the angel controlling his body, but still there nonethe the less. Dean had often wondered what it was like to be, trapped and unable to do anything but watch as someone else, something else used and abused yourhis body. To be honest, Dean didn't see much difference between angelic vessels and Just like when a demondemonic possession even though angels, being the bureaucrats that they were, waited for you possesses you except with to an angel you had to agree to that shit. It made Dean sick to think that good-intentioned people You had to willingly give angelsthem everything they you were, and let the angelsm destroy it, as they carried out whatever their heavenly mission was on Earth. Ultimately, it didn't matter whether you had a demon or an angel riding your body, the end result was the same: the life you had was gone forever.
Dean took a deep breath, to dispel the briefly distracting thoughts, and smiled, in what he hoped was a reassuring way., He noddeding his head byin way of a greeting, as Tad sat up and turned to look at him before turning he turned wide, blue eyes to Castiel. Thankfully, the angel managed to awkwardly nod incline his head towards Anderson in way of greeting, mimicking Dean's small movement.
"'We just need to ask you some questions about your kidnapping". .' Sam said.
Tad slowly turned his head back round to look at Sam, his gaze seemed unsure and worried, as he spoke, fixing him with his wide doe like eyes and. Dean took the opportunity to take a good look at thise young man sitting in athe small hospital bed, with athe dim bedside-lampight of the dying bulb casting the room in sickly a sort of hazy light.
Anderson'sHis skin was pale and scattered with freckles, his eyes a deep storm blue and . hHis medium-lengthshort, blond hair was tightly curlycurled .in When he sat up, little ringlets, stuckicking up in every direction making it look like he had a bird's nest on his head. He didn't look any older than 19, maybe 20 at a push, and his frame frame was thin and wirerywiry, like he still needed to grow into it. It reminded Dean ,of just like how Sam had lookedbeen after hisbefore his freak massive growth spurt when he wasat the age of 16.
Sam moved closer to the hospital bed and spoke gently. "'What can you remember about the night you where taken?"'
Sam was using that gentlethe, understanding voice that he only ever worked so effectively saved when he used it forfor talking to witnesses. , the one that made Dean want to gag half the time. DeanHe hated wasn't fond of Sam using thatthat voice; successful as it was in producing information, it often , made Dean feel uncomfortable. It unnerved Dean hated how Sam speaking to it seemed to make people like that made them just open up and spill their gutsto Sam without a second thought to the consequences. Dean definitely preferred Sam to use his Jedi voice-powers on strangers; he hHated itthat when Sam it was directed that voice at him him because it made Dean reallyhim want to tell Sam everything he tried so hard to kepept hidden, deep down inside.
Moving to lLeaning against the the stark- white back wall of the room, Dean pulled out a pen and a small note pad and pen from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, getting ready to write down anything that he might beconsider useful or, failing that, he could always distract himself from the effect of Sam's voice by doodlinge a little cartoon of Sam's and Castiel's playing hug chase. Dean had been developing the themes of his doodles and, lately, doodle-Sam was often normally the one running away, screaming out for Dean to save him - like the little damsel in distress that he was -, whilest cartoon-Cas usually stood glowering andCas pouted in the corner, confused as to why Sam just refused towouldn't let Cashim engage in the human custom of hugginglove him.
Dean watched as Tad's eyes shifted nervously from Sam - who, as the 'responsible one' of their group, had taken the only chair in the room and sat that was next to the young man's bed,, all the better to dazzle the poor, unsuspecting kid with his puppy dog eyeultra-sympathetic gazes of doom -, to stareir uneasily at Castiel who hadn't yet moved from the spot in the middle of the room, where he had stopped once they came in, and who was staring intentlyblankly at the poor guy.
Shifting nervously on the bed, Tad quickly returned his gaze to Sam, his panic fading slightly as he launched into his story, his voice soft and full of doubt , as if he didn't quite believe what he was saying.
"'I was driving home, running late because. I'd beengot held up at the hardware store helping an some old lady with taking her shopping to her car from the store next door… because of the rain, y'known. It'd been. It was pissing buckets, the worst I'd I have ever seen it.' He took a deep breath before continuing. 'I looked up from tuning the car radio and sShe was just...she was just standing there, in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere. It was the middle of nowhere, so I stopped, and when I spoke to her sShe said she' had been hiking when the storm hit, and that she just needed a ride lift to the nearest motel so she could wait out the storm. I didn't think anything was wrong - I just opened the truck door and let her in.' His face grimaced as he spoke, 'I thought I was helping her, you know? Doing my good deed for the dayJust trying to be nice". .'
Tad closed his eyesscrewed his face up slightly in concentration, his brows furrowing as if he was trying hard to remember something. He opened them again and looked is eyes darted briefly to Castiel, regarding him with a questioning gaze, before he shook his head, as if it would help clear his mind, and turneding his attention back to Sam, smiling softly up at him.
Dean watched Sam sSmileing reassuringlyy back at the other man and Sam nod ded his encouragement. He could see Sam'sHis pen movinged quickly over his own notepadpad and Dean knew Samhe was writing down everything the guy was saying, knew he was making little notes about Tad'shis behaviour, in e ncase this really did become a country- wide thing and he had to compare witness statements and the witnesses themselves.
Though Dean often found Sam's tremendousfreaky need to know everything, about what they were working on at that momentworking on, in time annoying and detrimental to his gigantic chances of sex - a researching Sam was a preoccupied Sam; a Sam not in the mood to lose time fooling around with his brother in bed -sex drive Sam's itcompulsive note-taking often came in useful and, although Dean would never admit it to his brother's face, it had saved theirhis sorry asses more than once and probably would again.
That didn't mean Deanhe had to like the amount of attention Samhe was showing the kid and that Deanhe couldn't get slightly miffedjealous byof all the smiling and the way Sam was looking at Anderson, g up all coyly through his lashes, practically screaming naivenaive flirting, and the kid was just eating it up.
Givinglaring at the back of hishis brother's head a censuring glare, Dean shifted his glanced down at his notepad and the cartoon- Sam that was so close to reaching his cartoon- Dean. Smirking, Dean he quickly drew a door around his cartoon mself, and the next sketch showeding cartoon- Sam pounding on a closed door, as cartoon Dean's doodled avatar leaned against the other side inspecting his nails, and a cartoon- Cas moved inexorably gleefully about to throw his arms around a reluctant Sam. It was a small, childish, and privateet form of punishmentjustice but Dean would take it, for now.
Shifting his attention back to what was happening in the room Dean heard Sam trying for more information.
"'What about after that?' Sam asked. 'Do you know what happened in those four days you were missing?"' Sam shifted forward slightly, his expressionface all serious again, his pen poised at the ready for whateverto note down anything useful Tad would say next, ready to captureing everywhat word Tadhe said, exactly how he said it.
Tad shook his head to indicate he had no further information for in what Dean found himself a little startled at how could only describe as in an enthusiastic way,the kid was being in getting across his point; his head shook so hairanimatedly that his hair kept falling down intoaround his eyes. He looked so confused in that moment that Dean couldn't help but feelfelt kind of sorry for the guy. After all, it wasn't the kid's his fault this had happened to him.
Tad spoke quietly, almost hesitantly. "'She was looking for something, or… was it someone ,maybe… she had to find it, whatever it was, and fast". .'
Sam shot Dean a concerned look over his shoulder, their eyes meetingcommunicating his worry silently in the Winchesters' private language of glances, and Dean knew that he and his brother hey were thinking the same thing, except that Dean was growing pretty sure that Sam already had a name in mind for thise thing that Castiel had themthere where hunting, and.
wWhatever their targete thing was after searching for couldn't be good. None ofthing the big bad's they'd faced in the past had ever wanted puppies and rainbows; for them, it was all about ruling or ending the worldever was. They Dean knew they needed to find whatever Tad's abductorit was after, fast, and hopefully before the kidnapping, and possibly time-j jumping, mystery onster women could track it down, because who knew the kind of damage a big badit could do once they it found had it. He and SamThey just needed to find the thingit as soon as possible and knowing exactly what it was that Tad's kidnappershe was looking for would be a great help right about now.
Sam shifted forward slightly in his seat, until he was perched right on the edge, his eyes wide and full of pleading expressiong, practically begging Tad for something substantial that could help them.
"'Can you remember anything about her?' he asked. 'What she looked like, how she spoke, anything that stood out to you?"' There was a slight edge of desperation to Sam's voice now, pushing for any some factssort of information that would confirm his suspicions and tie Hope to the scene of Tad's abduction. Dean knew that Sam wanted something that would, finally and explicitly marking her out as the monster they were after.
Sighing, Dean shifted against the wall, moving his weight from one foot to the other. He couldn't understand why, after one meeting and a newspaper article, Sam was so sure that Hope she was connected to this hunt that Castiel had started them on. Bbut, then again, Deanhe couldn't fully explain why he was so sure that Hope wasn't involvedshe wasn't. All he could point to was a
He just had this feeling, deep in his gut, that they weren't getting the whole picture. His instincts told him , that they were missing the an important part of the story and that finding out who had come through that rip in time was only the tip of the iceberg because, after that,g, that there would be a lot more to learn after. Dean had no specific facts on which to base his gut feelings but his hunter's instincts had served him well in the past and he wasn't about to discount them now.
Tad took a deep breath before responding to Sam's impassioned request for additional information. "'Her eyes they were black, like coal, and her body was this mass of bright, white light,' he volunteered,. 'but her voiceShe sounded normal, kind sort of like my cousin from Austin, y'know?. And Though she did keptep apologising, a lot, for like… everything". .'
Dean watched as Sam eyes widened slightly, those last few words providing the younger Winchesterhim with the one thing he had been after since they had entered the room.
Mentally cursing the kid for his choice of words, Dean thought back to Hope, the young womaen that he and Sam had meet only a few days ago. Even though they'd only had a short conversation sShe had said sorryapologised a lot and, now that he really thought about it, her her accent had had a sort of Ssouthern twang to it. Similar thought they might be, these facts but that didn't mean Tad's kidnapperit had to be herr, ; it didn't didn't mean that Dean had to be wrong in thinking better of her than Sam.
Sam smiled brightly at Tad, and straightened his posture in the chair. He quickly slippeding his pen and notepad back into the inside pocket of his jacket, and . nNoddeding his head slightly, before Sam waved a hand towards gesturing towards Tad's facehead as he straightened in the chair. "'Would you mind if I took a photo?"' he Sam asked, extending his arm and pointinged with two fingers towards the burn marks on the side of Tad's head with two fingers, his arm extended towards him. No one missed the way Tadhe flinched back slightly at the gesture, as if he was afraid Sam could actually do some damage by just waving his two fingers around.
Chewing nervously on his lip, Tad took a moment to think before noddinged his head in agreement. Slowly, he, turned his heading towards the side so Sam could get a better look at the two half- finger printsfingerprints that had been burned into his right temple, just slightly above his eye.
Wordlessly, Sam stood up and pulledp, pulling his phone from the pocket he had just shoved his notepad into. Holding the small, black phone in both his hands he extended his arms, bringing the phone closer to the boy's face. Tad squeezed his eyes shut as if anticipating a physical blow, biting down harder on his bottom lip and grimacing in displeasure at Sam's physical proximity.
The phone's bright flash briefly illuminated the young man's face, room casting a shadow on the wall behind his head, casting long shadows of its occupants up the walls.
Photograph taken, Sam stepped back. "'Thank you, Mr Anderson". , he said, gently, and aAs soon as the words had left his mouth, Sam was moving, shoving the phone back into his pocket and stepping round the chair, quick to make his escape now that he had what he needed. Dean noted that Sam
's expressionHe looked somewhere between crestfallen and annoyed and deflated, almost like someone had kicked his puppy so, now, he was gearing up to going to go kick them, twice as hard and somewhere where it would really hurt. Biting down on the inside of his lip, Dean made a silent plea that they wouldn't run into the young womenHope again, until all this was sorted out, because Sam would take a hell of a lot of holding back from taking actioncrucify her if they did.
"'I'm not crazy". ,' Tad mumbled from the bed and, once again Dean was struck with a small wave of pity for the young man. Dean didn't know for certain if what Tad had he seen was supernatural or if the young man he had just imagined it as a way to cope with what he had been through. Bbut Tad had actually told people what he saw and Dean knew that for the rest of his life, people were going to think Tad washim crazy because of it , whatever it was.
"'No one said you were". ,' Dean responded, flashing ed the young man withhim a tight bright smile as he shoved his own notepad back into his jacket pocket., He pusheding off the wall and tookaking the few steps forward to grasp the still-silent angelCas by the arm, dragging him off away from the spot, from which he hadn't movedd from since they entered the room,got there and towards the door.
"'Fort Worth". .'
Dean froze ast Tad's softly spoken words filled the room., To Dean, those two words felt eling like they weighed a tone. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, arm outstretched towards the door handle, quickly he turnedspun around and lookeding at Dean with wide, surprised eyes.
Letting go of Castiel's arm, Dean turned to level Tad with a hard stare at Tad. The young man had moved up the bed, his thin small frame huddled up against the headboard, long arms wrapped around his legs pulling them tight against his chest.
"'I'm sorry, what?"' Dean asked, the annoyed tone of his
Dean's annoyed voice cutting through the Tad's withdrawn eerie silence, drawing the man'Tad's attention back to them and away from the chair beside thenext to his bed that he had been staring at with a vacant look in his eyes. Tad's eyes flickered nervously around the room before concentratinglanding on a spot just over Dean's right shoulder that Deanhe just knew had to containwas Sam's head with its 'do whatever I wantpuppy dog 'do whatever I want' face.
"'Fort Worth, Texas,' Tad said, softly.. 'Whatever she was looking for, that's where she was going". .'
Dean felt a chill run down his spine, dread wrapping around him and squeezing tightly. Nodding his head brusquely in thanks, Dean spun round and quickly ushered his companions the other two out through the door and back into the hospital corridor., Tad's faint, repeated whisper of 'not crazy' was the last thing they heard before the door clicked shut.
As soon as they were in the corridor, Dean slammed his fist into the wall, the loud thud drawing the attention of a passing nurse. Sam unleashed his most sympathetic smile on her and she nodded briefly before she quickly dartinged around the corner towards the nurses' station.
"'Damn it". !' Dean's rough voice sounded loud in echoed around the now empty corridor, his hand throbbeding as the skin stretchinged tight over his knuckles started to turn an angry shade of red.
Sam placed his large hands on Dean's shoulders, rubbing gently in an attempt to soothe his older brother's tension. Sighing, Dean felt himself begin to relax a littleing under Sam's touch, the anger starting to draining from him as if Sam was sucking it out of his bodyfrom him. However, the moment was soon interrupted by the sound of Castiel's voice.
"'I do not understand, Dean,' he said. .' This is bad?"'
Turning his head slightly, Dean shrugged out of Sam's grasp and turneding his full attention to Castiel. The angel stood in the middle of the corridor,, wearing a a slightly confused look that Dean was all too used to seeing on thehis face of the angelic vessel, as he stared at them. Waving his handGesturing back atowards the door they had just come through, Dean practically growled out his answer,. "'We were just came from Fort ". '
"'Why?"' Castiel asked.
Sighing at the question the angel asked most frequently, asked Sam shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and jerked his head in the direction of the stairwell at the end of the corridor. Nodding his head in agreement, Dean started to follow his brother notwithout even bothering to check if the angel Cas was following along behind themhim or not.
Sam nudged the door to the stairs open with his shoulder, and stood holding it open for the other two as he wo, his eyes glanceddarting around the stairwell to , makeing sure that they were alone and he could talk freely. Once they were making their way down the stairs to the underground parking structure'scar park entrance, at the bottom Sam quickly overtook Dean and the angel, thanks to his longer legs, and hestarted to spokeeak , talking to Castiel over his shoulder as he quickly overtaken them with his freakishly long legs.
"'Remember that photo I showed you, theat one of the rock we found in that clearing in Portland?' he began. 'We'll we found another one like it on. It's being displayed at the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History but..."'
Castiel was gone bBefore Sam could finish explaining, Castiel was gone, disappearing off the steps, the soft sound of feathers ruffling was the only warning they got before he disappearedwas gone.
Throwing his hands up in the air Sam stopped and threw his hands up in the air in frustration; he, turned ing to glare at the spot where the angel had just been. "'...it was a complete waste of time". ,' he finished, his jaw clenching with emotion.
Dean couldn't help but bark out a brief laugh, shaking his head at his brother's obvious annoyance. Though he couldn't understandNo matter how much exposure the Winchesters had had to Castiel's disappearing trick, Cas just upping and leaving whenever he wanted, irrespective of what they were doing at the time, was harder for Sam to deal with because he had a lower tolerance for bad manners than how Dean, or so Sam said. In Dean's opinion, Sam's bossy, control-freak tendencies had a bigger role to play in his younger brother's frustration with the angel's behaviour. his brother wasn't used to Cas just upping and leaving whenever he wanted no matter what they were in the middle of.
"'Why does he always do that". ?' Sam growled, seemingly to no one in particular
It wasn't a question so Dean didn't even bother to answer back. It was more of a statement just spoken out loud to no one in particular. Just Samrespond, he stayed quiet for a moment or two, to let Sam try toing to vent some of the frustration that Castiel always managed to make him feel.
After Sam had ground his teeth, and made some interesting angry noises for a while, Dean judged it time to intervene and change Sam's mood before his younger brother worked himself into a full-on snit. "'Come on, Pprincess, let's put those over-developed jaw muscles of yours to work and go get some dinner,' Dean said, slapping Sam's ass as he walked past him and towards the stairs. ' Then we'llthen head back to the motel, . We can paint some anti- Cas symbols on every flat surface, and then you can show me just how flexible you really are". ,' he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, as he practically bounced down the stairs Dean practically bounced down the stairs, slapping Sam's ass as he went past, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively.
Sam looked at Dean with a cynicaldisbelieving glintexpression in his eyes. "'Really?"' he asked, his voice sounding exasperated at his older brother's behaviour.
Dean shrugged as he continued to make his way down the stairs.,
Sam's sceptical voice echoed after himing downaround the stairwell, . "'You are unbelievable, Dean!". '
Dean smiled just that little bit wider:. Sam always said the same thing but he never really complained when they actually got down and dirty, and Dean knew it was because he craved it just as much as Deanhe did.
Sam's quick and heavy footsteps echoed around the stairwell, mixing with Dean's and making it sound like tthat there wawas a small army ofs twenty people descending down the stairs inand notstead of just the two of them. Stopping abruptly, Dean turned spun around to look behind him, flashing Sam his best flirtatious smile. "'You say that, Sammy,' he drawled, 'but I guarantee that you' are thinking of all the ways I could bend you over, right about now". .'
As Dean was spoke,eaking Sam came to a stop on the step above him, his eyes darkening with lust at every word that fell from his older brother's lips. Enjoying himself, and Sammy's reaction, Dean smiled Smiling wickedly. He flicked the tip of his tongue out to Dean licked at his top lips suggestivelyteasingly and moved closer into Sam's personal space, slipping a hand, one hand slipping round behind Sam to cup a firmSam's ass-cheek. Dean, squeeziedng tightly. and Sam's eyes flickered slammed closed, a lowdeep groan forcing its way past his clenched teeth.
Dean knew that Sam understood exactly what DeanDean was indicating as being on the menu when they returned to their motel room, and he knew it that would get Sam hot., Aafter all, it was a rare occasion when Deanhe got down on his knees and got Sam off with his mouth, he preferredpreferring to have Sam in that position instead. He His younger brother looked so pretty on his knees, between Dean's legs, and he never complained;, always more than willing to be the one getting his face fucked.
Laughing gently, Dean pulled away from Sam as his phone began to buzz insistently in his pocket. Sam's eyes fluttered open, a look of frustrated longing in his dark eyes. As Dean stepped backwards, Sam'sHis large hands shot outreached towards him Dean as he stepped back in a futile attempt to keep his brother close. Dean smiled at Sam's reaction and pPulleding his phone out from inside his jacket, Dean briefly glancinged at the caller ID before he raised it to his ear.
"'Heay, Bobby". ,' he said, knowing his voice Dean knew he sounded way to happy but he didn't carwas probably giving away how turned on he felte. All that mattered, right now, was the promise he had just He had given Sam. and that was all that mattered and as soon The feeling of anticipation grew, low in his belly, as he briefly considered what else he might do with Sam when tas they were back at the motel. The less than satisfying outcome from interviewing Tad Anderson left he Dean needing to work off some frustration and nervous energy, so he intended to would have Samhim in the most physical way he could and there was nothing Deanhe liked doing more with his free time.
Glancing Eyeing up at his brother, Dean bit his lower lip before teasingly licking his top lip againran his tongue over his lips, watching asas Sam's hungry eyes dropped to his lips focus onwatching the action, his own tongue slipping out from between his slightly parted lips to mirroring what Dean had just done.
Bobby's rough voice pulled Deanhim away from looking at his clearly interested brother and back to the conversation he was supposed to be having. Nodding his head slightly, Dean hummed in agreement to the questionwhatever it was that Bobby had just asked him. Up until that point, hbut he hadn't really been paying that muchgiving the conversation his complete attention and he decided that he better not piss off Bobby because they might need his help later on with tracking down Castiel's rock-marking baddie. so he could have just agreed to have a threesome with him and Cas for all he knew. Witch was a really disturbing thought and he never wanted to go there again because everything about that was just wrong.
A threesome with Sammy and Cas though, that had potential.
Sam's eyes never left Dean'shis lips as hee spoke with Bobby. Sam , watcheding them as his brother's mouth they formed words and sounds, his eyes getting darker with every sweep Dean's tongue made over them. It filled Dean with a sense of power, knowing that such a simple act could get Sam so worked up, practically ready to fall to his knees and start begging for it, for Dean. DeanHe loved knowing he could do that to him, that he had that power over Sam.
With a final word of thanks to Bobby for the information he was relaying, Dean hung up and stuffed his phone back into his pocket, smiling up at Sam as if Christmas had come early.
"'What have you done?"' Sam whined. He would deny it, if asked, but his tone of voice had definitely wandered into 'sounding like a gone all high and girlyfrustrated teenager' territory and Dean would take the piss outtease of him for it, a later date, when he wasn't so interested in keeping his sex life active.
Dean knew what he was about to do could be considered cruel, and , unnecessarily mean especially after getting Sam all worked up and wantinggagging , for it but hehe never could resist an opportunity to keep Sam on edge. Dean enjoyed, making Samhim waitsuffer until he was quite literally begging on hands and knees for Dean to take him, fuck him, bite him to make him bleed and scream, make him forget how to breathe and just end his suffering.
When Sam got like that, it It always did things to Dean that he wasn't too comfortable thinking about. Tto have Sam at his mercy, giving up complete control to him, with . aAll that power and strength just shimmering under his younger brother's skin, and Sam just would just laying there, only moving when Dean gave him the order., Ddoing anything and everything Dean asked of him, simply because it was Dean asking. No one else got to see that, got to have that power over Sam:. iIt was all for Dean and he really didn't share well.
Dean took a deep, steadying breath before he spoke. "'Bobby found us a job". ,' he said, 'so we need to get going, now.' HeDean didn't wait to see Sam's reaction, instead he darteding down the last few steps and burst ing out ut throughoff the exitdoor that lead to the parking garage, eager to get back to the grounding familiarity ofto the Impala. The sooner they hit the road, the sooner they could get this new job over and done with.
Sam sighed and ran his hands through his hair before following Dean to the car. Dean smiled to himself at Sam's body language; Sam knew the game by now, knew the rules he had to play by when Dean got like this. Sure, he would do his best to work on Dean, to try and change Deanhis's mind, t. o try and mMake Deanhim take himSam, one way or another, before Bobby's new the job was over and done withth. But Sam also knew that, when Dean felt like this, but that was half the funhalf the fun for him was, watching his Sammy squirm until he couldn'the just couldn't take any more.
It would be torture for the both of them - but also it wnothing like torture in comparison to what they had both endured during their experiences in Hell - and the building anticipationould would make the reward at the end of another the, hopefully, successful hunt that much sweeter. Just as long as they remembered to still put up the stupid anti- angel signs,. Dean really didn't feel like taking his turn at having having 'the talk' with the asexualnaive angel, and explaining to him that what daddy was doing with moummy was perfectly natural. Well almost,. iIt wasn't natural pretty unnatural that Sam's spine was so flexible and he could bend that much.. And if the angel just so happened to drop by he might be able to make some headway with that threesome idea.
Smiling brightly, Dean pulled his keys out of his pants trouser pocket. He had things toa lot to think about, on the drive back to the motel, that wereas most certainly all about work the job Bobby had given them and most definitely not about the look on Sam's face when Dean told him about his flittle uture plans for what hidea and most definitely not on what he could get Sam, and his flexible spine, to do with the angel.
