Chpt.14

Dean only had a few seconds to realize what had happened as he saw Sam falling from the very top platform where Dean dropped from not to long ago. He acted fast as he positioned himself underneath his not so little brother and tried to catch him. Sam land hard in Deans arms making them both go down like a ton of bricks, but Dean softened his fall. They landed with Deans arms wrapped around Sam like an octopus, his arm around Sams neck and the other around his arms. Dean panted heavily as he looked at Sam, he carefully adjusted him so his hand was under Sams head and he was looming over Sam with the rest of his body, making sure he wasn't seriously hurt from the fall. He didn't think anything was broken or even strained for that matter. He put his other hand on Sams face.

"Hey Sammy you need to wake up. Come on Sam you're safe now time to come back to the waking world sleeping beauty."

Sam started to groan.

"Not….sleeping…beauty." Sam said in a painful moan. He hated it when Dean compared him to Disney princesses, but it did do the trick. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Dean.

"Dean, what the hell happened?"

"Jareth dropped you and I caught you, cause Im awesome."

Sam would have rolled his eyes if his head wasn't hurting, he knew Dean was awesome, but the last thing he wanted to do was add to his narcissism. Also since Dean was sporting a smile, he figured everything was ok….well for right now.

"Where is Jareth?"

Dean looked up at the platform and didn't see or hear anything, until he saw his dads form at the edge.

"You boys ok?"

"Yeah dad! Is Jareth taken care of?"

"Yeah son. He dead."

Suddenly the whole structure of the stairs started shaking. On instinct Dean grabbed Sam and clutched him closer to him. Before anyone could say anything everything around them started falling away.

The three of them found themselves landing in the living room of the house they were currently staying in. Sam still in Deans arms and John close by.

"Ok what the hell just happened?" Dean asked.

"I killed him. Good job reciting that spell Dean, it weakened him to where the iron bullet did its proper job."

John made his way to his feet as well as Sam and Dean. John made his way over to his two boys smiling, and put a hand on Sams shoulder.

"How are you doing son? Did the fall hurt anything?"

Sam could feel Deans mother hen eyes scanning him for injuries, and also studying him in case he was lying. He looked at both his dad and brother before carefully responding.

"No Im ok. A bit stiff from the fall, but that's all. Really."

That's when Dean saw the gash on his hand. He grabbed his hand and studied it, giving Sam 'the look.'

"Oh yeah that. I was really going to tell you about it."

"Yeah ok sure you were. Lets clean it up in the bathroom."

Sam and Dean head their way upstairs. John and Dean give each other the 'we are talking later look' as the two boys headed to the bathroom. Sam sat down on the toilet lid as Dean took out the first aid kit. He sat down in front of Sam and started cleaning it out, then examined it.

"Doesn't look to deep. Don't think it needs stitches. Just have to keep it clean and wrap it." Dean put an ointment on the cut then wrapped gauze on it. Sam was being quiet, and usually a quiet Sam was a thinking Sam.

"Sammy whats on your mind?"

Sam looks at Deana and knew he wasn't going to drop it.

"I don't know. The whole thing is bizarre. I mean in Sarahs journal she said the same spell, and it didn't actually kill Jareth. You said the same spell, what if hes still out there?"

"Sam, the only difference is after I said the spell dad shot him. I also read that girls journal and she never mentioned bringing a gun. Plus now he knows he doesn't mess with the Winchesters and gets away with it." That made Sam laugh, he knew that much was true. When one of them was in harms way, the other two were a force to reckon with, especially when it came to Sam.

Dean clapped Sam hard on the shoulder and stood up.

"Ok geek, you should get to bed."

"Why?!"

"Why?! Cause Im the oldest and I say so that's why."

"Dean, Im sixteen. I want to be in on yours and dads conversation, especially on this one since it concerns me."

Sam and Dean both crossed their arms at the same time, both being stubborn, and both not backing down. Usually after a hunt Sam would want nothing to do with what his dad and brother had to talk about, but this one was personal. Jareth targeted Sam. Not to mention Sam wasn't a little kid anymore. Dean seeing the resolve In Sams eyes finally gave in.

"Fine."

They both uncrossed their arms and Sam got a smirk on his face. He couldn't believe he won this argument.

They both walked downstairs where John was sitting at the small kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"How you feeling Sam?"

"Better. The cut wasn't deep."

Sam sat down as Dean was getting himself a cup of coffee. He casually made his way to the table.

"So, who wants to tell me how the goblin king himself ended up taking Sam?"

"You say that like you knew exactly what we were up against."

Dean thought this whole time that his dad may have picked this exact house because he knew the history, and this is where it all started. Sam was the one who was amazing at the research, but their dad wasn't stupid by any means.

"I knew this was the house where the first baby went missing. There really wasn't any information since she didn't go to the police and she took care of the matter herself, so it was difficult. I needed to get to ground zero."

"But you were hours away from here on a different case when everything went down…wait a minute, did you…..did you use Sam as bait?"

Sam knew that tone. His eyes went big as he looked at his father.

"What? No! Of course I didn't! This thing was going after babies and toddlers, not sixteen year olds. And I wasn't on a different hunt. I decided to pay Sarah a visit herself, she only moved a little bit away in hopes of finding Jareth again. She told me all about him. She knew he wasn't dead, and would possibly come back. I figured since you two are practically grown up he wouldn't target either of you, but apparently he changed his game and needed a goblin prince. I was in the middle of talking to her when I received Deans call. I told her what was going on and she told me secrets about how to get to the castle faster. I followed what you said and made my way threw the maze. That was a pain in the ass."

"Labyrinth." Sam and Dean both said at the same time. John couldn't help but smirk.

"Listen boys we all had a trying day. You two go to sleep. We'll talk more in the morning, and get the hell out of here."

Sam got up and walked up the stairs. Dean started following before turning back to his father.

"Um dad. I shot him about four times, and it seemed to not even make a dent. What was different with your gun?"

"Iron bullets. Like I said goblins and fairies are like distant cousins. Regular bullets weren't going to do anything to him."

"Have to make some sometime then. Just in case. Night dad."

"Night Dean."

Dean quickly made his way upstairs to the room him and Sam shared. He found Sam picking up the glass shards from the broken window.

"Hey you're going to mess up my handy work. Let me do that."

Sam moved out of the way and sat on the edge of his bed while Dean carefully picked up all the glass shards he could find. Even though the window was still broken it was a nice summer night. Dean threw away the shards and sat next to Sam on his bed, throwing his arm around his shoulders.

"Sam, Jareth is gone. Hes not coming near you again. Plus now we know iron bullets will take care of it."

Sam looked at Sam and smiled.

"Yeah, you're right Dean."

"Of course I am. Im always right."

Dean got up and to the bag of salt they always kept in the room. Even though the window was broken there wasn't a breeze, so maybe the salt will stay in place. He had to try. Sam was already laying down as Dean was preparing the room, even making sure all his weapons were in check. He was torn between switching beds with Sam so that he was close to the window instead of the door, but either way he wouldn't feel comfortable. Plus he knew what Sam would say about it. They both were laying there in their own beds staring up at the ceiling.

"Dean, thanks for coming for me."

"You say that likes its surprising. Of course I was going to come for you. If you ever became prince of anything you would hold it over my head for the rest of our lives."

"I still might."

"Go to sleep bitch. We're heading out of here tomorrow."

"Good. Jerk."

Sam rolled over on his side and started to fall asleep. After about thirty minutes of tossing and turning Dean finally decided to get out of bed and head downstairs. He looked at his brothers sleeping form and went downstairs where his dad was still sitting at the table.

"Dean whats wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Dean dug in his bag and pulled out Sarahs journal as well as the tattered red book he found. He sat down on the couch in the living room and started reading it. He was determined to learn more about the world him and his family were just in. John didn't say a word and continued looking up hunts and drinking his coffee.

Upstairs Sam was sleeping. His arm draped over the side of the bed. He was brought out of his slumber as he felt something wet on it. He immediately opened his eyes and was ecstatic at what he saw.

"Bek!"

Sam tried to whisper but seeing his little dog friend made him so happy. The creature jumped up on his bed and started licking Sams face making Sam smile. He finally sat up and was hugging the little dog.

"Im so glad to see you."

"Hello young sire."

Sam looked down again and saw Sir. Didymus standing at his bedside.

"What are you guys doing here?!"

"Jareth is gone. Theres nothing left for me to fight in that world."

"You guys are more than welcome to stay with us."

Bek curled up on Sams lap and yawned, as well as Sam.

"Sleep young master. I shall keep guard."

"You can sleep to. Dean and my dad are right downstairs."

Sam laid back down. He would explain to Dean and dad in the morning about these guys staying with them on their journeys.

None of the occupants of the room noticed the owl outside, perched on a branch, staring at Sam. The feathers were ruffled, and blood was seeping from a wound on its back. The owl was definitely worse for wear. It couldn't stay long in case anyone discovered its presence, so it decided to fly off into the night.

*I finally finished the story! I super enjoyed this story! I want to thank everyone who commented/liked/favorited.*

Thanks to:

M.J Ellsworth

JaliceJelsa4eva

Kyrianae Narii

And thanks to future reviewers.

*Now I definitely left it open for a sequel, which Im doing once other stories in my head are written.*3

Look out for my next new brothers story that I'm going to start working on. Heres the synopsis:

" While Johns on a hunt on Sams 16th birthday, a mysterious man from his mothers past comes into his life claiming to be his real father. The closer he becomes to Sam the more suspicious Dean becomes, not knowing if he is there to get to know Sam or hurt him. Can Dean find out the truth about his family before he looses his little brother forever?"

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