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previously on bruisedbloodybroken aka The Road So Far:
So no matter how hard Dean tried to keep Sam at bay, every day he woke there was this giant guy sleeping next to him anyway. And he was happy. Even with all the troubles around, he was honestly happy to be who and what he was. And the most important of all ... that Sam was with him. That Sam trusted him, really trusted him. So yeah, happy was the understatement of the year for the Winchester.
Until ... well ... until Sam came up with a crappy plan to get a hold of Abaddon and lure her into a trap.
Fall Of Darkness
Chapter 28 ~ The Deal
Dean yelled. Actually yelled at Sam. Right there in front of Ellen and Bobby and Caleb (who just got thru the front door). He told him to stop and to leave it be ... but Sam didn't. He just carried on, trying to explain his plan, that was meant to be a good one.
"You're so not doing that.", Dean hissed, slamming his hand into the wall. "It's too damn dangerous."
The younger man wouldn't look away from Dean. "Dean.", he said calmly. "It's not. - You'll be there. I told you that i trust you on this. I'll call it. It's gonna lead it streight to me – And you'll be there – with me." he sighed. " And you'll shoot it."
"No, no way in hell." Dean yelled again, anger flaring up in his emerald-green orbs.
Sam sighed.
"It's a good plan.", Bobby leaned in the door frame and eyed the both of them. "More than we have anyways. - We just can't put the guardian-spell up to keep ya' nightmares at bay. It'll make her suspicious and she'll know that something's up. - You'd have to hold on with your nightmares until then."
"But I can't!", Dean actually growled at Bobby, staring daggers at him. "You saw what I did to Sam! - I could kill him in the meantime! We can't wait any longer. And I won't."
Sam jumped up, his look glued to the ground. "You can't stop me from doing it. - Either you're with me on this, or I'm going to do it on my own, without you. - You can't watch me 7/24 all the time." Sam's voice stayed calm and reassuring. Then he looked up, catching the hunter's raged gaze.
„Who do YOU think you are, hu?", the hunter hissed. „You've no idea what we're dealing with. How dangerous this chick is. You've no idea what's going on out there at the moment! They've probably set up a bounty on your head, Sam!"
The younger man sniffed. „I do know with whom we're dealing with, since I spent years with them. - So don't tell me what i know and what i don't know." This had to be the first time ever since Sam was with him, that there was something like anger flaring up in the younger man's voice and eyes. „I know that it's dangerous. - But I'm rather dead than see one of you die – or worse.", and with these words Sam stormed across the room, towards the hall.
He shoved Dean aside violently, who tried to block the threshold and stop Sam from leaving. But no such luck. Weeks ago the younger man would've probably stopped and done what Dean had told him to do. But not this Sam. This Sam was different.
Then he was gone, storming out of the front door with a loud thud of the door behind him, leaving three stuttered hunters speechless in the living-room.
Dean closed his eyes and exhaled audibly, trying to calm his raw nerves down. It wasn't that he thought that it was a bad plan. - To be honest: It was because Sam was the bait. Because Sam was the one in danger in the first place and because he didn't want to risk him. Risk Sam's life. Of course he had dealed with other dangerous situations before. But it was never about loosing someone he dearly loved.
„He's as pig-headed as you are.", with these words Ellen turned around and strolled towards the kitchen. „Just wondering from whom he could probably got that habit!", she called out in a fairly amused sound.
Yep well … Dean Winchester couldn't deny that one.
It took nearly an hour until Dean started to get too agitated to stay put in the house. He had thought about everything again – and again. And about Sam … alone outside. Strolling over the yard or sitting somewhere. - Without shoes AGAIN. Sam was never thinking about putting on his damn kickers when he intended to storm off like this. Damn it, he didn't even put on a jacket this time. Sure, it wasn't that cold anymore, but cold enough to catch a cold.
It hadn't been fair to say that the younger man hadn't a clue about demons. Sam probably knew a whole lotta more as Dean. He had questioned Sam, he knew that. And it had been damn unfair. Instead of trying to take in, what Sam offered, he just pushed him away – AGAIN.
Sitting on the couch with a glass of bourbon in his hand, he sighed deeply and emptied the glass in one long gulp before he sat it back on the table audibly. Then he got up with a grunt, picking his leather jacket and the blanket from the couch up. It was time to say that he was sorry, and that they'd listen and discuss Sam's plan …
Sam had sat in the old wreck of a Buick for a long while now. It wasn't like he was thinking about something in particular. Mostly about the fight he had with Dean … and then again about Abaddon, about the clouds above him and the warming sun of the late morning gleaming down at the old car and warmed it up a bit.
Of course he had skipped the damn bowl with the blood intentionally. He didn't want Abaddon to become suspicious. He wanted to take her out for good, because one thing was for sure: Even if he'd deliver himself to Abaddon, she'd still take out Dean, Bobby, Ellen and the others, who had grown to him. Became some sort of family.
He didn't understand why Dean didn't want to let him call it. To get over with all of it. Okay, scratch that … the hunter probably didn't want to do it because of the same reasons he wanted to. He knew that, though …..
The gravel crunched under his heavy boots while he made his way over the yard, taking in his surroundings curiously. He had already searched the whole place for the sasquatch he used to call his boyfriend. Probably he had drawn back somewhere. Though the garage and the barn were empty, so he had to be in one of the damn wrecks – one of about two-hundred wrecks to be certain.
A frustrated groan wrenched from the hunter's throat as he rounded another corner, checking the wrecks for a very special inhabitant.
And finally, what seemed like an eternity later, he found an old Buick on the top of three other wrecks, whose windows were fogged. Signs that there was someone inside, and he'd bed his baby that it was Sam, huddled into the passenger's seat or the backseat. Though he kinda wondered how he had gotten up there and how he was supposed to get up there.
„Sammy?!", he called out, eying the car above. „I know you're up there. - Please."
Nothing.
„Do I have to climb up there and get ya'?", he dared, sensing a challenge. Winchesters were always up for challenges. - How was he just able to explain to Sam why the hell he didn't want to do it that way, why he would prefer to go on hiding from Abaddon?
„Go away!", came back from high above the hunter's head.
Dean snorted. „I won't. - Not until you come with me!" Then he waited, watching the wreck shift. Probably Sam had changed his position.
„Please – go away!", came then, like the „please" would change anything about the hunter's determination to get Sam back into the house with him.
„Well then.", Dean muttered and added a low growl, making himself ready to get on top of the damn stack. „I guess I've to go and get ya'."
He wouldn't have been a Winchester if he wouldn't have known how to get up there. Eying the vehicle curiously, he walked over another boiled out car-roof before he laid a hand on the handle of the door that was still separating him from Sam. Dean grinned satisfied as he sensed a movement thru the fogged window.
He opened the door slowly and bowed down to lurk inside. Sam sat hunched up on the opposite side, his back leaning against the door, and his legs pulled up. He glanced at the hunter thru long chest-nut-brown bangs.
Without loosing any word, the hunter got on the backseat and pulled the door shut behind him, his gaze glued to the younger man.
„You're right.", he began after a long silence. „It's a good plan. I'm just too afraid it goes south.", he admitted and leaned back. „I'm not willing to put you in danger since we seem to be halfway save on the Salvage anyway."
Sam sniffed and rubbed his nose against the denim of his jeans. „How can I convince you?", he asked after another while of total silence between the both of them.
Dean shrugged and looked aside. You can't … was what he wanted to say, but he couldn't. He knew how important it was to get rid of that demon bitch. Otherwise she'd rule their life until one of them was dead.
„You don't have to.", he said against all the screaming voices in his mind, that told him not to do it. „We're gonna do it. - But I'm planning this. I'll be there. And you'll do as I say." The hunter seemed to be cool, but his voice had edges of regret and sorrow.
Sam nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. „Thank you.", he whispered trying not to add: I would've done it anyway. With or without you …
Dean watched the younger man closely for a while, who still stared at him thru long bangs. „So we're good?"
Sam nodded and let his feet (aka barrier) sink down, his socks dirty from the gravel and cold from the metal under them. He shivered a bit.
The hunter laid his hand over the backrest and smiled at Sam, petting at the blanket in his lap. „You're one stubborn bitch, you know that?", he asked with a cheeky smirk.
Sam chuckled. „And you … you're … a ..." He seemed to think hard. „Jerk!", he blurted out, a saucy grin on his lips.
„I know.", Dean growled low and tugged the blanket aside, giving Sam an introducing look. „It's cold outside. We should get back into the house."
Sam tilted his head to the side and sighed. „Can we stay here? A little bit longer?", he asked hesitantly.
Dean frowned.
„Just a little bit?", Sam urged.
The hunter nodded with a deep sigh and petted on the torn leather beside him. „Okay. - A couple of minutes, Sunshine."
The younger man smiled happily and crawled towards the hunter, letting him wrap the blanket around them both. Strong arms pulled him closer. Dean laid his hand on Sam's – still sensitive – neck and drew him closer towards his chest, so that he rested against it. He felt the younger man shiver slighty, so he tugged the blanket firmer around Sam.
Both of them savoured the silence, just broken by their calm breaths. They sat there for a while like this and Sam's shuddering stilled, as he guided his hands under the hunter's shirts, searching for skin-contact.
Dean let out a low growl, as he felt the younger man's cool hands brushing over the warm skin of his stomach. Sam guided his hands apart, letting them rest on Dean's waist, who scooted a little bit forward on the seat.
Sam let out a silent purr, as the warmth of the hunter's skin soaked into his hands, feeling rigid muscles and silken skin under his fingers. Dean groaned again, triggering something in Sam that sent an aroused shiver down his spine streight into his guts and manhood.
He looked up at the hunter, meeting his gaze and smiled. Just smiled and all those tiny dimples flashed over Sam's face, illuminating the car's backseat. Dean couldn't do anything else than smile back at him.
Sam ever so slowly crawled onto the hunter's lap, his legs to the left and right from Dean's thighs. Dean looked deep into his darkening hazel-orbs, while he laid his hand on the younger male's neck and pulled him down into a gentle kiss. Sam cradled the older man's face in his hands, while he let him caressing his mouth.
He shifted into a more comfortable position on Dean's lap, provoking aroused moans as he brushed over the hardness beneath him. The hunter's head fell back as Sam started to nibble and kiss his way over his neck, his hands roaming gently over his clothed body towards the hem of Dean's shirt. That was where Sam's long fingers slipped beneath, caressing the overheated skin along Dean's waistband and navel, causing gasps and goosebumps all over his skin.
Sam returned with his lips back at Dean's, sealing his over the hunters ever so gently, while he unfastened the belt with shaking fingers. Suddenly he stopped at tilted his head to the side, gazing at the hunter with a questioning expression in his eyes.
But Dean just pulled him back into another kiss, deeper and with way more heat, saying yes.
„We … we should go … inside, Sunshine.", Dean muttered husky into the kiss.
„No.", Sam whispered breathlessly.
„It's cold.", he intervened gasping, as he felt the zipper of his jeans drawn down, and sneaky fingers tugging on the waistband of his pants.
„Don't care.", the younger man returned, rubbing again over the hunter's straining erection.
„You're so not gonna undress me out here." The hunter settled his hands on Sam's waist, rubbing against him.
He chuckled. „Don't have to." Sam just broke the kiss to get rid of his hoody.
The hunter let out a low guttural groan, as he felt Sam's bare chest under his touch, feeling him move, rough denim brushing over the soft fabric of his pants. Until the hunter was a writhing mess under him and couldn't take it anymore. Dean started to unbuckle Sam's jeans, feeling a hard bulge under his touch.
„We … we should HONESTLY go … inside, Sunshine.", the hunter moaned pretty distracted. „We don't have anything here …"
„Don't need something else.", the other man whispered and bit into his earlobe.
Dean groaned, arching up with his hips for more friction, feeling cool hands on his pants, tugging them down, just so his hard length was meeting the cold air and a firm grip.
The car shifted on top of the others, as Sam got rid awkwardly of his jeans and boxer-briefs, trying not to break their lip's touch while he did so. Then he settled back on the hunter's lap, rubbing himself alongside with Dean.
„You'll ...", the hunter's mind already distracted by arousal, „... catch a damn cold – like this ..." Dean groaned as he pressed against him harder.
Sam nipped and sucked on the hunter's neck, tracing his tongue back up to his ear. „Don't you like me like this?", he asked teasing, guiding the hunter's hand up towards his left dug.
„Holy mother of …", Dean's eyes roll back into his head and a breathless moan followed as Sam's long fingers wrapped around him again, brushing lightly up and down along the hard flesh.
The younger man let go of him, gathering the hunter's other hand and led it to his lips and into his mouth. Another sensual moan fell from Dean's lips as Sam started to lick and suck on them, until they were slick with saliva.
After a while he guided the hunter's fingers out and tugged them in between his tights, showing him the way to his tough globes. The hunter moaned at the unexpected invitation and started to massage Sam's puckered opening. The younger man threw his head back and let out a guttural silent grunt, as he felt him entering. By the time Dean had buried two of his fingers in him, Sam had already lost his ability to think streight. He braced himself against the backrest with his hands, while he slowly rode in a teasing pace on the hunter's fingers.
Dean brushed dark bangs of hair from Sam's face to catch his blackened eyes, and gathered his hair in his fist, tugging his head back slightly, to catch Sam's lips all over again. There was nothing else left the hunter was able to do in his restricted abilities to move.
Sam lifted off of him then and slid in an awkward ankle in between the hunter's still clothed legs and wetted his lips, before he closed them around the hunter's manhood, causing a gasp and silent moaned curses.
The younger man started his teasing slow rhythm of ups and downs along his hard length, using his tongue from time to time to get those growled noises deep down from the hunter's throat as respond.
It was then, when Sam's skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat and he started to feel the chill of cool air, that he let go of him and rose back onto the hunter's lap. Dean slid down a little bit more, so that his butt was on the very edge of the backseat as Sam kissed him again. Slow and sweet kisses, while he rose a little bit to line up with the hunter's arousal. And then – so slowly – he sank down on him. Inch by inch, until Dean was completely settled inside him.
The hunter's hands fisted in Sam's hair to hold him right there, unable to move for a couple of moments. Tasting Sam on his tongue and all over the insides of his mouth.
When Sam started to move, all words were gone between them, except Dean's whispered „so beautiful" and „oh god's" towards Sam. The younger man arched his back back, increasing his rise and fall and the circlings of his hips, feeling gentle hands roaming over his chest and down towards his stomach, making all these silent happy noises wich lifted Dean's arousal higher and higher.
It was then, when Sam toppled right over the highest of hills, when Dean followed him right behind.
Sam collapsed against the hunter, nuzzling into the crock of Dean's shoulder, who wrapped his arms around the sweat-covered body of him. Seconds or minutes passed, until the hunter was able to move in his post-orgasmic haze. He reached for the blanket, wich had gone somewhere between the backrest and his back, pulling it free and threw it over Sam's cooling body.
The hunter ran his fingers thru Sam's dump hair, letting his overheated hand rest on his neck. „We're still playing along my rules, Sunshine. - When we do it, we're doing it together ...", he muttered, still trying to get his raged breathing under control.
Sam just moaned a slurred respond and the hunter chuckled.
a couple of hours later … in Bobby's house … in the dining-room … (just so you know)
Bobby, Ellen, Caleb, Sam and Dean sat on the dining table. Actually they should've been eating, but actually no one – neither Dean – seemed to be hungry at all. They were too lost in the discussions about Sam plan.
Sam's plan. Dean still tried to deal with the fact, that the younger man wouldn't back off about this. And somewhere deep in his mind he knew that Abaddon wouldn't let go of them.
„First we've to find an ideal location for it. - We need at least two exits and as less rooms as possible.", Bobby said calmly, poking around in the mess that once was roast beef and mashed potatoes.
„We need two of us on the outside, and two on the inside.", Ellen added.
„And the exorcism-balls.", Caleb added.
„The exorcism won't work on Abaddon.", Sam threw in. „Neither does your knife probably." He glanced at Dean.
„So we actually don't even know how to take her down ..." The youngest among the hunters sighed deeply.
„But you could shoot it. - It won't be able to move from where it is … and then ...", Sam said hesitating.
An evil grin spread all over Caleb's face. „Then we'll chop her head off." He laughed manically and earned a row of disturbed looks. The hunter cleared his throat and sighed. „Sorry ..."
„And actually not even a bad one ...", Dean added. „That's how we do it. - Caleb: you get us the location. - Bobby: you check out if there's another way to get her down. - Sam's giving me the details about how it works to call that bitch. And Ellen and me are going to make some of the exo-bombs."
…... to be continued
hmmmmm …... BACON? (I'm starving)
