Title: The Road So Far
Author(s): Singer Colt
Chapter 12
Pairing: Dean/OFC Sam/OFC
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Chapter Twelve
Exhausted, dirty, and pissed Dean drove them back to the Professor's house. The case struck a raw nerve. From the moment he'd found out about Dad's death he knew what the stubborn son of a bitch had done; traded his life and the colt for Dean's. It wasn't right. Now he was walking around feeling like nothing he did would make up for that sacrifice. When your time was up the clock stopped ticking and you did whatever it was dead folks did. If he had his choice he'd be haunting chicks in sororities and women's dressing rooms. His lips quirked upward, maybe now he'd have ghost sex with his wife for eternity. He had a feeling she'd age well, and most hunters didn't make it too far past forty something. The thought of anything more happening to Cora cut him to the core. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tight and he cleared his throat.
"You okay?" Sam's voice de-railed his dark musings.
"Peachy."Parking in front of the Professor's house he put Baby into park and exited the car. Striding up the walkway quickly, he pounded on the door as soon as they'd reached it.
"Dean, take it easy okay."
Fuck you Sammy. You been giving me shit this entire case.
He knocked again ignoring the bitchy look Sam threw his way. That face could send a room full of emo girls into orgasm.
The door opened and revealed the tired looking man in his nightclothes and a blue plaid robe. Yeah I'd be tired too if I was up all hours making zombies.
"Angie's friends." He offered a small, sorrow filled smile.
Sorry Pops we're not here to reminisce.
"Dr. Mason—."
"We need to talk." Dean interrupted Sam, done with the good cop bad cop bullshit. The man's face fell. Yeah the shit's hit the fan my friend. Your ass is busted.
"Well, come in."
He stepped back and they entered the house.
"Thanks." Sam mumbled. Jesus, maybe Dad was right and college did ruin the purity of the hunter.
As soon as the door shut, Dean spoke.
"You teach ancient Greek." He reached into the pocket of his jacket, humoring the old man. "Tell me." He unfolded the piece of paper with markings and held it out. "What are these?"
"I don't understand you said it had something to do with Angie." He looked from the paper to Dean. You play a good game.
"It does." Dean shook his head. "Please, just humor me."
"They're part of an ancient Greek Divination ritual."
"Used for Necromancy, right?"
The professor looked shocked. Apparently everyone thinks I'm stupid.
"That's right."
"You see before we came over here we stopped at the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life, full on zombie action."
"Yeah. I mean according to the legends. Now what's all this about?" the Professor folded the paper before handing it back.
Dean glared. Are you really going to make me spell it out? Just come clean.
"I think you know." Dean shoved the paper back at him.
"Dean…"
"Look I get it. There are people I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?"
"Dean!"
"What are you talking about?"
"What's dead should stay dead." The words coming out weren't meant for the Professor really. They were for his father. Who did Dad think he was to lay this burden at my door?
"What!"
"Stop it!" Sam's voice was an echo that did nothing to penetrate the track his brain was blazing down.
"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent. They're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean come on, haven't you seen Pet Sematary!" His fears about Cora becoming someone she wasn't bled over. The Doc was getting the short end of the stick and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it now that it'd all boiled over. Hell he didn't really want to.
"You're insane." The professor whispered, rushing off.
"Where is she!"
He picked up the phone and began to dial. "Get out of my house."
Dean snatched the receiver and slammed it down. "I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she!"
"Dean stop! That's enough! Look, beautiful, living, plants." Sam grabbed his arm and Dean shook it off just as quickly.
"We're leaving." Sam tried to appease as they both headed towards the door.
"I'm calling the police."
"Sir I'm sorry. We won't bother you again." Sam's voice trailed off behind him as they walked out of the house.
"What the hell's the matter with you Dean?" Sam followed behind him so close he could practically feel his breath on his neck.
"Back off."
"That man is innocent he didn't deserve that."
"Okay so she's not here. Maybe he's keeping her somewhere else." Sam held his hands out to stop Dean.
"Stop it! That's enough okay, enough!" Sam's frantic tone made Dean turn his head. The panic in his brother's eyes stunned him.
"Sam I know what I'm doing."
"No, you don't."
He laughed. The talk earlier hadn't done jack shit.
"I don't' scare easy but you're scaring the crap out of me man." Sam's voice went up an octave.
"Don't be over dramatic Sammy."
"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Cause if it wasn't, you would've just found something else to kill."
"What?" Dean stopped flabbergasted.
"You're on edge, you're erratic, unless you're with Cora, or you're hunting cause then you're down right scary. You're tail-spinning man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you."
" I think Cora would disagree with that. Besides, I can take care of myself, thanks."
"No you can't. And you know what you're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own Dean. No one can."
"Sam if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear." He lifted his hand balling it into a fist.
"Dean it's killing you please. We've all ready lost Dad, We've lost mom. I've lost Jessica, and I don't…now I'm going to lose you too."
"We better get out of here before the cops come." Dean interrupted, trying to avoid the chick flick moment. "I hear you, I'm being an ass and I'm sorry. But right now we got a freaking zombie running around and we have to figure out how to kill it… right?" When his attempt to appease Sam didn't work Dean finally snapped, saying the only thing he could think of that would make Sam believe him. "I married Cora!" Sam's jaw dropped and his eyes grew owlishly big.
He gave a humorless laugh. "Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. I'm more grounded now than I ever have been." Dean stated clearly as Sam sighed.
"When? How?" Sam shook his head.
"Bobby, that night we all went out."
"Our lives are weird man."
"You're telling me. Come on."
Baby roared to life and despite the lunatic zombie college student on a killing spree, Dean felt lighter.
"So I guess I was wrong about losing people. I gained a sister?"
"Yes and unless you want a boot up your ass you'll keep your mouth shut about it. She doesn't want people to know yet… too much to process."
"Because of hell?"
Dean sighed. "I think so. She told me it slipped out at Mom's grave."
"Yeah it was strange. She just sort of… fell apart." He glanced over. Sam looked worried and curious.
"I don't think she sleeps well. No scratch that, I know she doesn't… I hear her at night. She has these horrible nightmares, and it kills me cause I know they're memories." He cleared his clogged throat trying to force the knot in his gut away.
"Have you talked to her about it?"
"No. I don't want her to clam up completely."
"Oh yea, like you do?"
"Sammy." Dean warned. They were getting along, did he have to ruin it?
"I'm just trying to help."
"I know, but this is a unique situation. I mean it was hell man. Who knows what went on? A part of me doesn't want to know. If I ever looked at her differently… it'd kill both of us. Selfish I know, but she's … fuck. She's …" Unable to express himself he breathed out of his nose and growled.
"That pretty much says it all Dean."
"Yeah… well keep it to yourself. I have a rep to uphold, Cora too for that matter."
" You think she'll be okay?"
"God I hope so, eventually at least. Right now she's off kilter. She's not the girl we used to know but she can't be."
"Do you miss old Cora?"
"I like this Cora… I just don't want her to go… off the deep end."
The irony didn't escape him but for once Sam kept his trap shut.
Later that night
It should've felt good to kill the zombie. The case was wrapped, the evil had been stopped before anyone else could be harmed, and he proved to Sammy, Big brother had smarts, despite not going to college. Instead there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Is that what happened to people who came back from death? A part of them was wrong? Sure, Cora didn't seem to have a pension for homicide, but still. She wasn't okay. Panic rose and before he could blink he found himself drowning. He couldn't go back to the hotel and see her like this. Yanking the car off to the side of the road he slammed the door and got out, sinking down on the hood of the Impala.
"Dean what is it?" Sam asked.
Unable to look in his brother's eyes he kept his gaze glued to the horizon. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"The way I been acting." Ashamed he peered down. It was time to come clean before the pressure made him clumsy and he made a fatal error. Rule number three of hunting, always decompress and clear your mind. A millisecond when responding to a threat could be the difference between life and death. Sam was more than his partner, he was his brother, and family stuck together and trusted each other above all.
Sam sank down beside him.
"And for Dad… he was your dad too. It's my fault his gone." Saying the words out loud was freeing.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know you've been thinking it, and so have I. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. I think he had something to do with Cora returning too. But I haven't been able to bring myself to ask her." He shook his head and turned to face Sam. "Back at the hospital I made a full recovery. It was a miracle, and five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt is gone. You can't tell me he didn't commission that. I bet this car that around the same time Cora was removed from hell. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad is dead because of me. That much I do know." Moisture pooled in his eyes and he blinked it back.
"We don't know that. Not for sure."
"Sammy. You and Dad. You're were most important people in my life, and now." His thoughts went to his wife. "I never should've come back. It wasn't natural and now look what's become of me and Cora. We don't even know what she is or if she'll suffer for the rest of her life the after effects, because of me. She's not well. She thinks she hides it. But I see. I was dead… should've stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling…well that's it." He looked at his brother's sorrow filled hazel eyes. "So tell me what could you possibly say to make that right?"
"Without you here, she'd still be in hell Dean. If nothing else there's that."
"But you know Dad Sammy. He always had an agenda… what did he want from her? What was the price?" Sniffing Dean shook his head. God he wanted to tell his brother the truth. Dragging it around was killing him.
"Nothing she wasn't willing to pay. She's strong Dean. Between the four of us we'll figure things out and make sure she's okay. I promise you that."
Dean sniffed and nodded. "Yeah."
"One thing I've learned recently… life is too short. If you find something that makes you happy you need to hold on to it. Don't let this put a wedge between you. I've seen what she does for you, it's a good thing." Sam placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down until he captured his gaze.
"I'm sure you heard it too." He wiggled his eyebrows and Sam snickered, shoving him away playfully.
"Yeah, there's that too."
"What about you Sammy? You going to take your own advice."
"What do you mean?" His brow furrowed
"Toni… it's clear there's something between you."
"Bad things seem to happen to the women in my life." Sam shrugged.
"She's a Singer. They don't come tougher much than that."
"Yea," Sam nodded.
"I think you should take your own advice… now, enough with the chick flick. I'm ready to see the old ball and chain."
Dean unlocked the door to the hotel fifteen minutes later and his jaw hit the ground. They left the girls alone for a night to kill a zombie and this is what they came home too? A half empty pizza box set on the table across the room, and a completely empty bottle of jack rested on the nightstand between the two beds. Cora lay on her side fully clothed, a twin image of Toni who in a similar position on her bed.
"Looks like we missed a party Sammy."
"Yeah. I think so."
They shuffled inside the room clicking the lock behind them.
"Salt?" Sam asked as he peered down at the line he'd disturbed by the door. "Guess they didn't want to deal with ghosts while we were gone." Dean chuckled to himself, the mental picture of a trashed Cora and Toni trying to pour a line of salt to keep out ghosts was exactly the kind of medicine he needed after the day he'd had.
As Sam grabbed his stuff and headed into the bathroom, Dean sank down on the bed beside Cora, removed his boots, shrugged off his jacket and pants, and climbed into bed. She'd understand he was too tired to shower first. Wouldn't be the first, or the last time.
Snuggling up to her warmth his body grew heavy. He was almost asleep when he glanced up to see a freshly showered Sam dressed in his sweats and a t-shirt hovering over Toni.
"Dude you were about to bone her yesterday when we walked in. I think you can climb into the bed."
Sensing his brother's reluctance he sighed. "Sam, lay in the damn bed."
Rustling and the dip of a bed reached his ears, allowing him to let go as sleep sucked him down.
The rustling of sheets and the sound of feet across the carpet instantly put Sam on alert. He could tell by the bone deep weariness he hadn't slept, which meant something was wrong. His eyelids fluttered open and he forced himself into a sitting position. Glancing over at the bed beside him he saw a frantic looking Cora shoving things into a bag. Dean's face was drawn and his mouth was frowning.
"What's going on?"
"My Dad needs me."
"Wait, what?" Sam shook his head. "I didn't think he was speaking to you."
"Well now he is, and he's in trouble."
"How do you know that?"
"Because he texted me a code and coordinates."
The words coordinates froze the blood in his veins. He glanced at Dean, and saw the same concern reflected. That's how it'd started with them.
"I just want you to be sure what you're walking in to," Sam said. "That's how this all started with us and our Dad."
"Are you telling me you wouldn't have gone once he sent a text?" She paused mid-packing and pinned him with her anger filled eyes.
"No. But we can't sit here and pretend you're … in a normal situation."
"Even if you don't trust me, you trust Dean, right?" Cori's eyes grew glossy with unshed tears.
"Its not about trust Cor—."
"Then what is about!"
"You letting emotions cloud your judgment."
The sound of a gun cocking doused the flames of anger.
"Me and the peacemaker pretty much see things in black and white." Dean winked. "So thank you for your concern Sammy, but I got it covered."
"Well, shit." The words slipped free before he could stop them, and the girls burst out laughing. Embarrassed he fell back onto bed, and covered his face with the pillow. Please let this be another dream.
"It's okay big guy. We can handle a swear word." Toni patted his chest and he groaned.
"All right we're hitting the road. We'll make sure there's a ride out front for you unlocked before we leave town."
"Hey!" Cora protested.
"A deals a deal." Dean said earning a sigh from his significant other.
Sam didn't even want to know the details. Those two were freaks, and he didn't mean the kind you salt and burned.
"When will you be back?" Toni asked.
"Not sure. I don't know what we're walking in to really. How about we meet back up at Bobby's in like … a week?" Dean asked.
Sam lowered the pillow from his face as he sat up in the bed. "Check ins daily? At least a text."
"Yeah."
"All right, you two be safe," Toni added.
"We will."
They were out the door in the next five minutes leaving behind only a tousled bed. It was incredible how light Hunter's traveled.
"We're alone." Toni announced, looking over at him.
"Yeah?" Sam shook his head wondering if sleep still wrapped her in its chains.
"Sam." She reached up and began to run her fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. Moaning his eyes drifted shut as the tension flowed away and his concerns took a back seat. "We're alone." She repeated, her voice a little bit lower.
His eyes popped open as he received her message. "Yes, we are."
Her magic fingers moved down to his neck. "No more interruptions or responsibilities to get in our way." Leaning in she nipped his bottom lip. Morning wood became morning stone and he growled in his chest.
"Mhmmm I like it when you get all animalistic, Winchester."
"Well, a gentleman always obliges his lady."
"Is that what I am?"
"I don't—is that what you want to be?" His tongue stumbled as he tried to save face.
"You first?"
Nothing like being put on the spot.
"I thought we were working toward … more." He shrugged nervously and she grinned.
"Adorably awkward. Don't every change Sammy. This works for you." He opened his mouth to respond, but her lips on his silenced him. Their tongues tangled and twisted as they sought a physical connection to match the mental they'd formed being in close quarters. They always spoke the same language, but coming together now was like electricity. Sparks of pleasure coursed through his body as they sank down on the bed together lying on their sides. A sense of urgency emboldened him. Too many false starts and the fear of the next hunt being his last forced the shyness in the back seat. Tilting his head he deepened the kiss demanding more. She moaned in the back of her throat and her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer. His hardness lined up to her soft and he swore they fit together as if tailor made.
He was a big man, yet somehow she was just right. They separated, their shaky breaths breaking the silence in the room.
"Sam." Her eyes scorched him. "I need you to show me how much you want me." A vulnerability lay in her voice. He wanted to erase it. Taking the lead he rolled her on to her back. "I'm safe, are you protected?"
"Birth control to regulate my periods, thank God."
"Oh, I don't think he'll be watching what happens next." Dipping his head down, he sucked her pulse point into his mouth, and swiveling his hips as he rubbed his cock against her heated core.
"Sammy, I didn't know you had it in you," she purred.
Releasing her skin with a pop he grinned down at her. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Toni."
"Aaah, but I'm a fast learner."
"Yes..." He bent down and captured her lips in a gentle press. "…you are. You're also incredibly over dressed."
"I could say the same about you." She winked. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Pulling away just enough to remove his t-shirt he bit his cheek to hide the smile that threatened when she gasped. Her hands came up to trace his pecks and down to his abs, stopping just before they reached the waistband of his sweatpants.
"It should be illegal for a man to look this good."
His chest swelled with pride. "Thank you?" He arched his eyebrows unsure if it was the right response.
"Awkward sexy." She licked her lips and suddenly he felt like the one on the menu.
"Your turn," He whispered.
Lifting her arms above her head she smirked. "Undress me Sam, fulfill one of those naughty day dreams I've been having lately."
He pulled the t-shirt over her head and the site of her perky breasts with rose tipped nipples blurred the movement of time. It was like a starting gun had sounded, signaling the beginning of a race. Clumsy fingers, removed clothing and the pieces flew behind them falling haphazardly onto the floor. He wanted to go slow, but there'd been too much time between them. She rubbed against him and her searing, wet, heat begged to be filled.
"I wanted to make it last."
"Next time! I need you now Sam!"
Nudging her entrance he slid slowly and she threw back her head.
"Oh yes!"
Hot, tight, and flexing around him, she made him grit his teeth. Pausing to give them both time to adjust he drank in her expression committing everything about this moment to memory. Her hips began to rock and he took her lead thrusting to the hilt.
"You're so tight Toni!" Burying his face into her neck he inhaled her scent as they found their rhythm, coming together over and over again until she trembled beneath him. The walls of her pussy shook and his balls grew heavy.
"Not going to last much longer." Gritting his teeth he tilted her hips bottoming out inside her and sending her over the edge. Her body spasmed, milking him dry as he flew into the abyss.
Sticky, satiated and generally happy for the first time in too long, Sam held her close to him. Jess wasn't coming back. He couldn't live in the past forever, and he would see her killer dead. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Dean. Maybe it was time to allow himself a little joy.
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