Chpt.11
If Dean was ever going to find Sam he had to do it before it got completely dark out. Of course he had his flashlight, took it everywhere he went, made it easier to follow the tracks. Finally the tracks lead him to a good sized cave. He turned on his flashlight, took his gun out, and maneuvered his way into the darkened cave, trying not to make any noise, and also trying to listen for any noise, hoping Sam wasn't dead. When he scouted out this area as a rest stop he didn't notice anything Supernatural being present or else he never would have been in this area and or he would never have left Sam so vulnerable. Oh Sam. If anything were to happen to him on Deans watch he would never forgive himself. Sam has grown on him in a way he never thought possible.
Finally he noticed a dim glow in front of him. He could tell he was about to enter a room, and that room had to be somewhat littered with candles. He took the corner carefully not wanting to draw attention to himself. He looked into the room and his eyes immediately saw Sam. He was sleeping chained up to a stone alter….and his pants were off. Seeing this Dean turned his flashlight off, tucked it away, and looked for any signs of danger. After seeing the coast was clear he practically ran to Sam, fearing that the worst has already happened and he arrived to late. He went to Sams head and put his hand on the kids forehead, swiping back some hair really looking at him. He was still warm which was a good sign. Next his fingers went to his vein and felt a strong steady pulse. 'Good not dead.' He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and put a hand to Sams face.
"Sam, hey Sammy you have to wake up man." Dean tried to rouse him. Seeing that it wasn't working he knew he had to get him free before the skin-walker came back. He didn't bring any silver bullets with him since he wasn't officially on a hunt, so he only had normal run of the mill bullets. Which wont do much but slow him down for a bit, but long enough to get him and Sam out of there. He would come back and finish the skin-walker, but for now, get Sam out. He went to the shackles on the ankles and quickly started to pick the lock. Another very useful thing he carried with him at all times was his lock pick set. He was analyzing the lock when he noticed Sams legs start to move a little.
"De…" Sam mumbled in his just waking state. But it was loud enough that Dean heard him. He automatically stopped what he was doing and smiled.
'He just moaned my name in sleep…sort of.'
That thought made him work extra hard to get the dam shackles off of him. He finally got the first off and it hit the stone alter with a 'clink' sound. He went around to start on the second ankle when he heard Sam.
"Dean?...Dean!"
Dean jumped up at his name being called and ran to get to Sam. He put one hand on Sams hair like before and started comforting him trying to calm him down by running his fingers threw it.
"Hey sshhh. You don't want the skin walker to hear you."
At the touch and Deans voice Sams face went lax and he started to relax altogether. A small smile even graced his face.
"Oh Dean thank god."
"Hey kiddo, Im not sure how you get yourself into these messes, but Im going to get you out ok? Just be patient. Did you happen to see where the skin walker went to?"
Sams face scrunched up at what Dean said. 'Skin-walker?' Sam thought
"Skin walker? You mean the tall guy in the loin cloth? No. I just woke up. I even only saw his face for a second before he drugged me. How the hell did you find me anyways?"
"I can find anyone, especially you."
Dean smiled and his free hand went to cradle Sams cheek, which Sam unconsciously leant into for comfort, and a small smile tugged at his lips.
"Give me just a few more minutes before I get you free." Dean reluctantly pulled away from Sam and went back over to his ankle and worked at picking the lock. He got it free sooner than expected and Sams legs were free. He then went to Sams hands and started on the first one.
"So, what did he want with you anyway?"
"Im not positive. I was sleeping tied to that tree, then when I woke up that weird guy was kissing me. I tried to scream for you but he put his hand over my mouth and drugged me and I passed out. "
"These skin-walkers are Native American. They know magic and that's just one trick."
"Uh Dean, you keep calling him a skin- walker. What is that exactly?"
Dean took his eyes off of the lock and looked at Sam.
"I'll explain later Sammy." One good pull and the third lock fell from one of Sams wrists. OK one more to go. He walked around to the other lock and examined it.
."Dam it this one is a little rusted. Will take me a little longer, but im sure I can get it. "
Dean went to work on the rusted lock.
"Your uh, your boyfriend sure has his work cut out for him. " Dean said while working on the lock.
"Ha. Yeah I guess. If Im going to expect him to rescue at all Im screwed."
"Why wouldn't you think your boyfriend isn't tearing up this town looking for you?"
"One time in school when we first started dating, one of the other kids on the football team grabbed my ass right in front of him and all he did was laugh. I got upset but he said it wasn't a big deal and I was being to sensitive. Later that night he brought me flowers. I mean I know he cares. I just think hes going to let the cops do their job. Hes not really an action do it himself kind of guy."
Dean didn't know what to say. If anyone had touched any of his boyfriends like that right in front of him, the guy would have a broken nose and a busted lip. There was NO WAY Sams boyfriend or even more scary his fiancée could protect Sam the way he needed. He stopped working on the rusted shackle and looked into Sams eyes. He had two tears running down his face. Not sure if it was form the stress of things that have been happening or the memory of his boyfriend not sticking up for him the way that he should. He wiped away the tears with his thumb and leaned in closer to Sam.
"If it makes you feel any better, if you were my boyfriend, no one would ever touch you. And if they did, they would live to regret it. "
Dean meant every single word, and the smile and dimples on Sams face was well worth it.
"Thanks Dean."
Dean leaned in further going for a kiss, when Sams eyes got huge.
"Dean behind you!"
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