Chpt.25
*Still stressed, but everyone is being really supportive so thank-you. (: Positive energy my way please. (:*
Three weeks. Its been three weeks since Dean had kidnapped Sam, then ultimately fallen in love with him, after saving him from the crazy family who started the whole thing. Dean had no problem following Sam everywhere he went, from the backyard to the movies, he was in heaven. There were no problems, except for the one time Dean convinced Sam to try out a bar with him since he's never been. Well one guy there started to get to hands on with Sam and Dean was more than happy to legally be able to pull out his gun and aim it at this guy. More importantly, Chris and his uncle Tex were in jail, if you could call it that. The place had a freaking tennis court for god sakes. In the meantime Dean has taught Sam how to use a shot gun, as well as a hand gun. They were working on hand to hand combat, but Dean always managed to pin Sam to the ground and no one could concentrate after that.
After a while of Dean telling Sam his hunting stories, Sam wanted to be a part of it. He so badly wanted to be a part of Dean's world. He knew not hunting and caring for one person all the time must be hindering to what truly makes him happy, to which Dean always replies 'keeping you safe is what makes me happy,' but Sam knows better. He's been begging Dean for a week now to let him come on a hunt with him. Just one simple hunt to see what Dean had to go through his whole life, and maybe even become a hunter himself! Every time Sam insists on coming on hunts with Dean, he in return threatens to tie Sam down to the bed so he wouldn't follow him. Again he would get distracted and they would stop thinking about the hunt and start doing other things.
Dean these days has actually took a hiatus from hunting. He really wants to get into his new role as bodyguard, and he cant be distracted. He's glad he's able to teach Sam a little self defense. He's coming along quite nicely with the shot gun as well as the hand gun, but he still needs to work on his aim. He's reluctant to let Sam on a hunt, even a simple salt and burn could go wrong, but it would be nice to do once in a while, and if Sam ever found out he went without him? He knew there would be hell to pay. So Dean decided the next case of a simple haunting and he would take Sam on his first salt and burn. The idea of Sam going on hunts made his stomach churn, but if he knew one thing about Sam, he was stubborn. So the days went by and finally while eating breakfast in the mansions kitchen while reading the newspaper, he came across an article about mysterious stories of a group of teenagers who snuck in the cemetery after dark to do a séance. According the article they were trying to contact a run of the mill ghost, when an 'invisible assailant' started throwing them all around, and one boy even claims to have gotten felt up before somehow escaping. Dean thought the whole thing was kind of silly and maybe even made up for funding for their paranormal investigation group. The more 'proof' the more money they received to continue the research. With the event taking place just the next town over, he thought it would be perfect for Sam. He could show him how to do the research, then the physical part came in and that's what scared Dean the most. But being certain this wasn't anything crazy, he was going to share his good news with Sam once he woke up. He was going to bring Sam along on his very first hunt.
After Dean finished breakfast he went back up to Sam's room. Even though Dean had his own room, he always found himself falling asleep with Sam in his bed. Mr. Westmore hasn't said anything about it, but he didn't really think he would notice anyway with his work hours.
Dean walked into Sam's room and saw him just the way he left him. Sleeping naked under the covers. He stood there and just stared at him. He was so peaceful and beautiful laying there. He moved over to him and crawled into bed, draping a protective arm around Sam's chest which made Sam smile.
"So Dean. Whats on the agenda today?" Sam said still just waking up.
"Well. You will be happy to know, that I found us a hunt."
That woke Sam right up. His eyes popped open and he almost fell out of bed trying to twist towards Dean while the sheets entangled his legs.
"Oh my god Dean really? A real hunt? You're going to let me go on a real hunt?!"
"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on there. There are some ground rules we need to go over before we do anything. First you need to take a shower, then Ill show you everything ok?"
Sam had the biggest smile on his face which showed his dimples in full glory. He kissed Dean, jumped up, and headed for the bathroom that was attached to his room. He didn't want to waste any time.
Dean could only laugh at how excited Sam was to go on a hunt, and he didn't even know what kind of a hunt it was! He figured during his normal day he would wear the formal suit to be Sam's bodyguard (as per norm.) But at night, it would be back to jeans, t-shirt, and his brown leather jacket.
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It was night time when Dean drove to the cemetery with Sam practically bouncing in the front seat. He was also pretty amused that Sam was flabbergasted that Dean was going to drive the impala and not get driven in the limo by the chauffeur. He forgot as down to earth as Sam is, he was still raised as a billionaire.
They stopped outside the gate and just looked into the darkness. Earlier Dean had shown Sam how to properly do the research and find the exact right gravesite, and Sam took everything in like a pro.
"So Sammy, you sure you're ready for this? I mean if you change your mind you can stay in the car or I could drop you back off home…"
Sam reached over and planted a hard kiss on Dean's lips silencing him. He pulled back and smiled.
"Im ready Dean." He said in a seductive voice…to seductive for Dean, as he pushed Sam backward into his seat, pressed his body against his, and started making out with him. He was kissing and licking Sam's neck who was now moaning and closed his eyes.
"You always get like this during hunts?" Sam asked in between pants of breath.
"Just with you baby." Dean said. Then suddenly it hit him, he was on a hunt, not a date. He slowly pulled away from Sam, but not before planting a kiss on his lips. "We should get going Sam."
Dean got out of the car and before Sam could open his door Dean was at the passenger side already holding it open for him with a huge smile on his face.
"You don't have to open my door Dean." Sam said as he smiled. They made their way to the trunk where Dean kept all his provisions.
"Yes I do princess. Now Im going to give you the shot gun with the rock salt, cause remember if you hit the spirit, it dissipates, giving us more time to burn the bones. That's your job."
"Whats your job exactly?"
"I am going to dig the grave. I would have you do it as I stood guard but I don't think those precious hands have ever even dug up a garden let alone a grave."
Sam couldn't exactly disagree with that. He just hoped his aim was good enough to hit the ghost if it tried to attack. He couldn't let Dean down.
They walked towards the gravesite they found earlier through their research. Sam was starting to get a little nervous, but he was super excited at the same time. Maybe if this went well he could hunt on of those wendigos next…..whatever the hell those were again. Or maybe a vampire or a werewolf, he DEFINETLY heard of those creatures.
They finally came to the grave. Dean gave Sam a kiss, took his jacket off, picked up the shovel, and started digging. Sam lifted up the shot gun, ready for any spirit that might come his way. His eyes kept drifting towards Dean's muscles that were straining and sweating under the physical exertion. He remembered that the second he felt a sudden drop in temperature, to tell Dean right away, and keep the shot gun raised and ready. He didn't feel anything as of yet, so his eyes were all on Dean.
The moment Dean hit the casket Sam knew that this was it. His first hunt. Dean looked up at him.
"Be alert Sammy. Now that I found the bones the ghost will become more determined to stop us."
"No problem Dean."
Sam looked away from Dean and raised the shot gun, ready for any threat. Finally Dean jumped out of the newly dug grave, standing right next to Sam, and the second Sam saw the bones, he wanted to throw up. He's never seen human remains before. Dean noticed this right away and took Sam's head into his hands.
"Sammy its ok. You don't have to do this one. You came this far, and Im proud of you."
Sam smiled. He thought he would be able to handle the bones but, he was wrong. Dean walked him over to a tree that was close by to the grave, and sat him down.
"Just stay here, this will take me two minutes."
Sam nodded. Dean walked away and looked down at the grave. He pulled out the gas canister and dosed the bones. All of a sudden Sam felt a chill over come him, he looked up and he saw a tall ghost figure right behind Dean.
"DEAN!" Sam screamed, but as Dean turned around he was tossed across the grave and landed right on the other side. Sam quickly got to his feet with the shot gun in hand and took aim, but the ghost was faster. He grabbed the shot gun, and spun it around making so he was standing behind Sam, but the shot gun was up against his neck cutting off his air supply. Dean regained control of his body and reached for the matches, he lit them and was about to throw them in when the ghost who had Sam walked him close to the edge of the grave, so that if he let go of Sam, he would fall right in, which made Dean stop dead in his tracks. If he lit the grave on fire, the ghost was going to throw Sam in.
"Stop, don't hurt him!" Dean had such a feral look on his face seeing the ghost holding Sam, hurting Sam.
"Step far away from the grave or he dies."
Dean knew Sam scared, he had to be. Dean raised his hands and only took maybe a foot step back. He really took a good look at the ghost. He remembers from the article him and Sam looked up that this kid was 28, and not to bad looking. He was killed by a drunk driver. People have witnessed seeing his spirit around the graves, but it wasn't until the kids snuck in that things got dangerous. And now he had Sam.
"Let him go, and we'll leave your grave site." Dean wanted to kill this bastard again just for touching Sam. He would have to come back when Sam wasn't with him.
"I have a better idea. How about you turn around, walk away, and I can have my fun with this one."
Dean saw an evil smirk play across the ghosts face, then a cold ghostly hand creeped away from the shot gun that was still up against Sam's throat, and started for Sam's sweater. The hand slowly creeped under Sam's sweater, and was touching his abs. Dean just about had enough of this as he looked at Sam and saw fear in his eyes and a tear run down his face. He suddenly knew what he had to do. It was tricky, but it would take care of the ghost and get Sam away from him.
In one fluid motion Dean grabbed the matches, lit them, and threw into the open grave. The ghost holding Sam screamed, and let go making Sam start to fall forward. Dean kicked the next part of his plan into action as he pushed his feet as hard as they could go, launching himself across the fire grave, and hitting Sam directly in the chest before he could fall anymore forward into the open grave. He threw his entire body over Sam's, tucking his body under his as much as possible.
Dean peeked his head up and looked around. The ghost was gone, and the bones were properly burning. He breathed a sigh of relief as he looked down at Sam who was trying to catch his breath, seeing as Dean just knocked the wind out of him.
Dean put his forearms on each side of Sam's head trying to give him some breathing room now that the ghost was gone.
"Hey Sammy, you ok?"
"Yeah yeah….god that hurt Dean." He said in a strained voice. Dean sat up and took Sam with him, cradling him in his arms.
"Im sorry Sammy, I seriously thought this was going to be simple."
"Dean, its ok. Really."
"Well. Lets get you back home, Ill look at that neck, and we could take a shower together."
"Sounds like a plan."
Dean scooped Sam up in his arms, as well as his leather jacket and was carrying him to the impala.
"Um Dean. My leg wasn't damaged in any way."
"Maybe not, but I like carrying you after I save you. I think it's a rule."
"Is this from the same rule book that says I have to have 'hero sex' with you also?"
"You know it."
Who was Sam kidding. He loved it when Dean carried him. He also loved the 'hero sex.' Of course they have normal sex on a regular basis, but the best was when Dean saves him, it was always so passionate. Like after the skin-walker abduction. That was great sex. He was also actually super impressed that Dean could carry him, considering he was taller.
They made it to the car when Dean put Sam down. He opened the passenger side door for Sam to get in, and after closing it made his way to the driver's side. He started up the car with a huge smile on his face.
"You know Dean, you don't have to open the car door for me all the time."
"Yes I do princess. Now lets get home."
All Sam could do was smirk. He knew how Dean saw him and he was ok with it. It was endearing coming from him instead of being patronizing.
A little bit while into the car ride Dean looked over at Sam and saw he had fallen asleep against the window. He never wanted Sam to get hurt tonight, maybe he needed more training before on another hunt. Which if Dean could help it would be never. He could always tie Sam down to the bed to keep him from following, but then Dean himself would never get to the hunt seeing Sam tied down to the bed. It was a horrible catch 22.
They pulled up the mansion gates. Dean punched in the code, and drove all the way up to the front where he was greeted by the valet, who apparently never slept cause Dean saw this same guy there day and night. He keeps wanting to yell Christo at him, but right now he just wanted to get Sam up to the bedroom.
The valet saw the familiar impala pull up to the front of the mansion. It was really late. He went to go open Sam's car door out of habit, but remembered that Dean liked to have that honor, so he stepped back. Dean got out of the car, and carefully opened Sam's car door, catching him so he wouldn't fall out. He picked him up like always and was carrying him up the stairs to the front door, where the valet gladly met him and opened the huge door for him. Dean threw him a thank-you gaze and walked in. He was headed upstairs when he heard a familiar voice.
"Dean, what happened?!"
It was Sam's father. Dean turned around with Sam still sleeping in his arms.
"We went out for a drive and he fell asleep. I didn't want to wake him."
James saw the dirt and sweat on Dean and raised an eyebrow.
"Sam ok?"
"Yes sir. Just wiped out."
"Ok then. Go ahead and bring him upstairs, Im headed to sleep myself. Night Dean."
"Goodnight Sir."
Dean really like James. Usually when someone of upper class met Dean they thought he was a no good hood, but when James looks at Dean he sees a hard working guy. And James respected that. More importantly he respected Sam's judgement. James wasn't stupid, he knew the two were dating. But Dean managed to make his son more happy than he's seen him in a long time, and as long as he could protect his only son, he had no beef with him.
Dean carefully put Sam onto the bed they shared. He took his shoes and coat off and tucked him in. Maybe Sam didn't need a shower, but Dean did. He made his way to his own bathroom so he didn't have to dirty up Sam's even though he knew Sam wouldn't care in the least.
After Dean's amazing thirty minute shower he finally exited wearing just a towel, but something was telling him that something wasn't right. He turned the corner into his bedroom and saw someone he really wasn't expecting to see.
"Hello Dean."
"Roy."
Roy was Dean's ex boyfriend. He was also a hunter. He was as tall as Dean, he practically matched him in muscle, had dirty blonde spikey hair and brown eyes. They had broken up a couple years back after Roy had become careless and almost got Dean killed.
"Nice digs you got here. Never thought I would see my Dean in a mansion."
"Its my job."
Dean was making sure to keep his voice monotone and his poker face on. He was actually quite pissed that Roy was sitting on his bed like it was nothing.
"Nice job. You still look good I see."
Roy stood up and started walking towards a very pissed off looking Dean. He went to touch his chest when Dean smacked his hand away.
"What the hell do you want Roy?"
"Straight to the point! I miss you. I followed the impala here. I couldn't get passed the gates as easy, but I found my way to your room."
Dean couldn't believe it. There were motion activated cameras outside and not to mention a guard at every corner, how the hell did Roy not only be able get passed them, but know exactly which room was Dean's? The idea scared him that it was pretty easy for any hunter to get to Sam, time to talk to James and up the security.
"Roy, its over between us. We ended a long time ago and Ive moved on. "
"Yeah I guess you have moved on. I saw you around town with your…'job'. Cute kid, you think he would go for me?"
"He's way out of your league hot shot. Now I think you should leave."
Roy turned around and started walking away.
"Oh Roy, one more thing." Roy turned around
"If I EVER see you around Sam, I will kill you, you understand?"
Roy smirked and threw his hands up.
"I got it baby, no problem."
He put his hands back down and made his way for Dean's balcony. He looked around and stealthily jumped off. Dean made his way to the window, closed it, and locked it.
He knew Roy was careless, he also knew he was extremely jealous. It started to become a very unhealthy relationship for the both of them towards the end. For now he knew he couldn't let Sam out of his sight, not as long as Roy was in town. He might mess with Sam to get to Dean.
He grabbed his shirt and boxers, and made his way out of his room and into Sam's. He made sure his handgun was fully ready to go. He wasn't kidding about shooting Roy if he had to. He took a good look around Sam's own room, making sure no one was lurking in the shadows and that his own balcony window was locked. He finally made his way to Sam's bed, put his arm around him, and pulling his close. He couldn't practically feel the warmth from Sam's smile. The thought that he was safe in his arms kept him at bay, and not to much longer drifted off In a peaceful sleep.
*Ok so Roy is quite suspicious! If Im correct theres one more chapter after this one, and when I can I will start working on the sequel! Definitely will be a sequel. (: Next chapter has Lance in it. Will Dean ever catch a brake?!*