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„We'll figure it out, Son.", he answered calmly. „Pulling back doesn't mean to lose the battle.", and with this words he turned around on his heels. Before he was out of the room, he turned back once more. „I thought Sam's more important to you than hunting a demon … of course ... I do understand that a Knight of Hell on the Winchester's black-list's going to make a damn good view."

Dean let his head hang, shoulders hunched over. Bobby was right. Sam was more important than anything else int he entire world ... and if it didn't work the way he had imagined, they'd find another way to get rid of Abaddon ...

Fall Of Darkness

Chapter 24 ~ Stay

When Dean came downstairs, Sam had his nose still buried in one of Bobby's books about demonic ancient legends. When the young man had woken beside him in the morning there had been nothing to hold onto him. He was out of bed and in the shower within five minutes after awaking and had went downstairs before Dean had even managed to get up.

And sure as hell, the kid had something going on in his mind. Something about to deal with the damn nightmares for sure. Ever since Dean had told him about his plan to hold on as long as possible without blocking the dreams, so he'd be able to get to Abaddon somehow, Sam's search for a solution about their problem was literally frantic.

Needless to tell Sam to stop it, because they already had found what they were looking for, and that Dean wouldn't use the spell before he haven't got a track on Abaddon. Though Sam was searching for another solution. Though, since the dreams had changed, Dean was now able to control them at some point. But either way he thought he'd put them, they always ended up in Sam's death and Dean's bloody hands.

And last night Abaddon was asking him, if he have had enough, or if he was ready for a deal. Actually the demon-bitch didn't seem to know about them being together, much to the hunter's relieve. And he told her NO and TO FUCK OFF. There was no way they'd make a deal like this. Told her, that he'd never give in.

The hunter sat down beside Sam on the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him close. Taking a deep breath of Sam's scent, as he leaned close, stealing a glance at the book in the younger man's lap.

"You know I don't want you to do this.", he whispered and kissed Sam's temple gently.

The younger man leaned into him and looked up. His eyes sore from reading the whole morning.

"Maybe I'm gonna remember something ... something that'll help us to destroy it. - I mean ... there has to be something ..." He gave him the ultimate puppy dog eyes of doom.

Dean laid his hand on the opened book, catching Sam's gaze and fixed him. "And I said NO. - I don't want you to do this." Suppressing the urge to yell at him, since he had told him not just once to leave these books be. So he kept his voice calm and steady.

There it was ... this stubborn expression on Sam's face that ever so intensely appeared when Dean said NO to him lately.

The hunter chuckled and shook his head, slightly. Then his expression went serious again. "You know what these flashbacks are doing to you, don't you? - Sam ... yesterday .. the day before .. and a week ago ... you scared the crap out of me. - It was like you were gone somewhere I can't reach you." He frowned and eased the book from Sam's hands, shutting it. "I don't wanna loose you. This way or another we'll figure something out ... we ... - Bobby and me we'll perform the spell in a couple of days, and then she won't come to me anymore."

Sam shook his head. "It touched you. - It'll always come to you.", he muttered.

The hunter frowned confused. "What do you mean?"

"Abaddon touched you, didn't it? Your bare skin ... when you met it in the bar. - It touched you." There was something desperately flashing over Sam's face. "That means it's always gonna reach you in your dreams. Always. You can't run from it, can you?"

Dean huffed and blinked with his eyes, looking down on the book in his hands.

"So I'd say ... you make the deal." So clear, so subjective were his words.

"Are you freakin' kidding me?", Dean blurted out and jumped up from the couch, shooting glances of disbelieve at the younger man. "No way I'm doing it."
Sam leaned back. "Sure you will. - You will make the deal, because you've had enough already. You will bring me there – wherever it wants me – and then you'll kill it. - I trust you on this. I honestly do." He looked up at the hunter, watching all the emotions between pure white rage and doubt crossing his face. "I want to end this. I wanna live in peace, want to get out of this house and just go wherever you take me."

"Sam.", there was a soft warning in Dean's voice. "There's no way that I'll use you as bait." He actually yelled the last word at Sam.

But the younger man kept calm, eying the hunter, letting pass some moments before he talked again. "Yes you will. - You will use me as bait. You will use me to get Abaddon. You will use me for it, or I'll go and deliver myself to it. Without you. - Because I see no chance to end this in any another way. It's going to drain you, and I won't let that happen. - I won't watch you while you're going down."

The hunter paced in front of the coffee table back and forth, not looking at Sam. Pure anger radiating from him, making it palpable in the thick, heated air.

"No, Sam. - Never.", he muttered to himself. "There's no way we're doing that."

Sam just nodded, looking down into his lap and trembling hands. He had wanted to suggest his plan earlier ... but he already felt Dean change. He was changing with every night the dreams went on. And he couldn't do that. He loved Dean too much to see him like that. See him fighting whatever these nightmares were doing to him.

Sam looked up, fixing the hunter's gaze. "Then you'll leave me no other choice.", and with this he stood up and went towards the hall, not looking back.

It was then when Sam went back into their bedroom, his heart hammering in his chest, tears burning in his eyes. He wouldn't leave the hunter to it. He wouldn't risk his live to save his own. No. He wouldn't. Though the thought of leaving Dean, being apart from him, hurt deep down, letting his heart shatter into millions of pieces. But he also knew that this was the only way to try and end this.

That was when the door slammed open and a rage-filled hunter stood in the doorway. Snorting like a wild grown animal. Eyes burning with anger and fear and despite. He dashed towards Sam, grasped him by the shoulders from behind and flipped him around so he faced him. A split second later, Dean crushed his lips on Sam's violently, nearly knocking all the air out of the younger man's lungs.

The fierce kiss softened instantly, as Sam's body lost its tension in the hunter's arms and he wrapped his around Dean's middle. He hadn't intended to make him mad, or angry. But he also wanted to get thru with his plan. Wanted Dean to know what he was ready to try.

When they parted they were both panting, trying to get much-needed oxygen into their lungs as possible.

"I want to do this, Dean. - I do.", Sam breathed, holding the hunter's gaze. "I want us to be free. I want to go outside whenever I want without being afraid of getting taken or killed." ... because he wasn't ready to die anymore. Not as he was in the beginning. Now he wanted to fight, wanted to survive and stay with Dean as long as he was allowed to. Even when it meant to say or do things he wasn't meant to.

Dean tightened his hold on Sam, drawing him closer like he wanted to become one with him. "It's too dangerous ... if something goes south ... I could lose you. - I could lose you for good."

The younger man shook his head. "You won't. - I promise you won't lose me, okay?" He smiled like he knew exactly what would happen when they would do this – but to be honest: he couldn't. No one could.

(And if they would know what end this was going to take, no one of them would've dared to try and fuck around with a knight of hell ...)

Dean cradled Sam's face in his hands and laid his lips over the younger man's tender cushions. "I love you, Sunshine.", he whispered as they parted, his hands ghosting down over his neck, shoulders and bicep, until they settled on Sam's hips. Then he wrapped his arms around Sam's middle, one palm resting on his lower back.

"You can't ask me to get you in danger. - You can't.", Dean whispered, his voice trembling. "Not now. Not ever, Sam."

The younger man closed his eyes and melted into Dean's gentle embrace. "You'll watch out for me.", he gave back, because he knew. "And I'll watch out for you.", he added softly. "We'll have each others backs out there. - You with your weapons and I with mine. - And that's how we'll get it down." Sam smiled reassuring into the hunter's shoulder. "I feel you changing, Dean ... You're changing and I don't like it. - I'm scared you become one of them ..."

Then there was silence and so many emotions lingering in the air.

Dean didn't want him to be scared. Not of him. Not ever. "Could we ... discuss this tomorrow?", he asked after a long while.

Sam nodded and a long-drawn warm breath ghosted over the hunter's neck, causing goosebumps all over his body. "Sure we can."

"Okay. - Because I don't want our evening to end up in a mess." He smiled and leaned back so he was able to face Sam. "I've planned something for the both of us." He gave him his most famous Winchester-smile ever.

The younger man beamed at him with bright eyes, dimples appearing all over his face in anticipation. "What?"

Dean chuckled and sniffed. "We'll have the house all on our own. - Jim's going back to his church this afternoon. Caleb's still on the hunt and Ellen and Bobby will sleep at the Roadhouse to get some inventory done or something. - So ... we've probably more than twenty-four hours on our own."

Sam's mind started to work frantically. "That doesn't mention what you've planned ...", he mentioned leery, searching the hunter's face closely.

Dean's smile morphed into a cocky grin. "Because it's a surprise, Sunshine."

He smiled back at the hunter shyly. "Doesn't mean I'll change my mind about the Abaddon-Thing."

"We're so not gonna start this discussion all over again, Sammy.", he replied with a husky touch in his voice, drawing Sam's hips closer against his. "Not now.", he breathed against Sam's tender skin, kissing this one spot that made him shiver to the bone.

"That's not fair ..." The younger man gasped gripping Dean's hips tightly as he whined and closed his eyes.

Dean chuckled. "Everything's fair to get you to shut up about THAT."

Four hours later they had Bobby's Salvage for themselves. They had said their goodbyes and their cars had taken off a couple of minutes ago, while Dean and Sam still stood on the porch. Dean had wrapped one of his arms around the taller man's small back and had tugged him close, his hand resting on Sam's hip. He was still able to feel his hipbone too heavily thru the fabric of shirts and jeans. Reminding him of what the younger man had endured during his life until now. And it still stressed Dean to know about it. Knew that it weight upon Sam's soul heavily. Not alone his body was a map of torture and harm. Sometimes he was able to see it written all over Sam's face and in his eyes. Even when he tried to hide, when he drifted off into the darker moments of his young life.

The hunter reminded himself that it'd take time and that it'd end as soon as the demons would let go of him. That this all had a chance to end, when Abaddon was dead.

"Can we stay outside for a while?", Sam asked silently and looked up at the hunter, who stood close beside him.

Torn from his thoughts, Dean looked down and settled beside the younger man on the step, laying a hand on his knee. "Sure we can. - Whatever you wanna do, Sunshine.", he answered softly, with a gentle smile.

So they stayed on the porch for another while. Just looking over the stacked cars and the field, into the gleaming winter-sunset. It was so calm and silent. Nothing but the ravens clamors were heard.

When they started to feel the bitter cold crawl under the fabric of their clothes, when their cheeks were red and noses cold, they decided to go back inside. While Dean prepared two mugs with irish coffee, Sam settled down on the couch, inserting one of the many movies he haven't seen yet.

As Dean went into the living-room, he put both mugs on the table before them and wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulder, who immediately curled up beside him and leaned into the body next to him.

"Wanna help me? - I thought about pasta with Bolognese, hu?", the hunter asked, after the sun had finally disappeared behind the lowest car-wreck visible from the window behind the couch.

Sam nodded and yawned, pulling both hands closer against his chest, in whose fists he clenched Dean's shirt.

The movie hadn't even finished when the two men went into the kitchen. Sam started to chop carrots, celeriac and other vegetables he thought might fit into a tomato sauce, while the hunter roasted onions and ground meat in a big jar. Some time later they changed placed and Dean continued to chop the vegetables in a way faster pace and Sam stirred in the jar pensively.

Just when the hunter was done with chopping, he got behind Sam and wrapped his arms around the younger man's middle, blowing a gently kiss on his neck, what made him chuckle shyly. Sam leaned into the hunter's body, feeling over-arm puffs of air against his neck, while he took care of the ground meat.

Abaddon, the nightmares, the golden cage in wich they lived right now ... everything forgotten. Right now there were just the two of them and Bobby's house and the jar. The yard and a whole night and half a day all on their own for what seemed like eternity.

Dean's hands shifted to Sam's sides, resting there for a moment, before he gripped them a little bit tighter, pressing with his lower body against Sam's. Dean would've done nothing rather than getting rid of their clothes right in front of the stove, feeling the younger man's skin flush against his own. Letting his hands roam all over him.

Sam moaned silently, wich sounded more like a plea than anything else. He loved to be close to the hunter, who barely let his hands from him. Dean was always touching him, and if it was just his knee rubbing on Sam's, or a hand resting somewhere on the younger male's body. But the most he liked it, when they were all naked beneath the covers and blankets, curled into each other. In Dean's protectively embrace. There was nothing saver than this. Nothing more comfortable as the closeness to him.

That was why he wouldn't let anything happen to the hunter because of him.

They had an early dinner tonight. Both of them just communicating thru her looks and glances and simple gestures. There was no need to talk that much. Because both of them knew what the other one was thinking by just looking at him.

Damn, and Dean Winchester felt like the luckiest man alive right now. Sometimes he was still thinking about the day he and his friends had taken Sam from the crucifix. Still thinking about the fact, that he had thought that Sam was dangerous as soon as he had seen his black eyes. And – holy shit – who would've thought, that he'd fall for him. Or that Sam would fall for the hunter?

Dean's grin widened about these thoughts.

When they were done and had cleaned the dishes and stored the rest of their pasta in the refrigerator, they sat at the table. Each one a bottle of beer in front of him, resting their filled stomaches.

"I'd like to take a bath ...", Sam said with an inviting look, "and I'd like to have the bath with you ..."

Dean looked up from the beer and smiled back saucily. He'd do everything for a bath with Sam. But not tonight. He had to prepare some things to get ready for the surprise he had for him. It wasn't something big. - And to be honest: It wasn't that special either. "You go and have your bath. - I'll wait for you upstairs."

The hunter watched Sam closely, tilting his head slightly to the side, while he left the kitchen and turned towards the stairs. Yes, he was a damn lucky guy, he thought while his gaze flew over Sam's back and long legs. This man was his. - Only his. And there'd be no way he'd risk his life and take him as bait.

in a warehouse, somewhere in the USA ...

Abaddon licked the red slick fluid from the atame and smacked her tongue, licking over her soft blood-red lips. Her eyes were black and dangerously bright in anticipation. She knew – sooner or later – the hunter would give in. No one – not even a Winchester ~ was able to hold onto someone he barely knew, when your dreams were haunted and your mind tortured. She felt the hunter's defence grumble slowly ...

Abaddon was sure: He'd give in ... He'd give in soon. One night ... or two ... it didn't matter anymore. The hunter was hers and so would be the soultaker ...

She knew: Either he'd bring the soultaker to her, or he'd kill him. That way or another ... she'd get at least some kind of revenge ... and the more time she spent to give the Winchester hell, the more interesting the hunter got.

... to be continued

soooooooo ... after I got just two reviews for the last chapter I figured the sexual content ain't that good written ... sigh ... well, I definitely did the best I could with it.

anyways: next chapter's going to be uploaded within 7 days.

you guys know what BACON means to me, don't ya?