Chapter 7
The Winchester's stood in the fancy apartment of a man who was one of Sean's coworkers. They wore cheap suits posing as reporters to question him. "So you and Mr. Boyden were business partners for 10 years right?" Sam asked looking around the room. "That's right. And this is for what again?" he looked to Dean. "A tribute to Mr. Boyden, Architectural Digest." The older Winchester said. The man gave a sarcastic laugh. "Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaving me and his family behind and gets another one." Sam looked at the man, faking sympathy. "Any idea why he'd do it?" the man shook his head. "Not a damn clue man. He had a perfect life. I mean I'm capable but the man was a down right genius. It wasn't always that way though. Wanna know the truth?" Dean gave a sideways nod, urging the man to go on. "There was a time when he couldn't even design a tent. Ten years ago he was working as a bar tender at some place called Lloyd's. It was a total dive you know?" Sam asked his next question with honest curiosity, "So what changed?" The man shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "You got me but it was like overnight he got this huge commission and he starts designing the most genius buildings you've ever seen. I mean to have that kind of talent and just throw it away? Why?" They thanked the man for his time, taking their leave to the next stop on their list.
Dean walked out of Animal control with a folder in his hand. He gave a sigh as he sat in Baby's driver seat, closing the door behind him. "So the secretary's name is Carly. She's 23. Kayaks, and uh they're real." He made a motion at his chest like he was cupping breasts. Sam rolled his eyes. "You didn't happen to ask her any thing related to the case did you?" his tone was annoyed. Dean handed him the folder. "Any complaint called in this week about anything big, black, and doglike. There's 19 calls in all and uh…" He pulled a sticky note off the front of the folder handing it to Sam. "I don't know why they still give me their number after I tell them flat out I'm not interested." Sam gave him the pissed off look he had when Dean would flirt with girls for info. "I'm not kidding Sammy. She said if I change my mind to give her a call." He took the paper from his little brother, crumpling it in his hand before tossing it out the window. He smirked at his brother as he threw the impala in drive, pulling out of the parking spot. "I told her I suck cock with more skill than she could ever dream of having and walked out the door." Sam laughed out loud. "You did not." Dean's smirk grew, his ego showing. "You shoulda seen her jaw hit the floor."
They spent the next day visiting the homes of the people on the list. Everything was turning up a dead end. They knocked on the door of the last lead. A short black haired woman opened it. "Hi we're from animal control, we'd like to ask you some questions." Dean flashed a fake ID at the woman. "Oh someone already came by yesterday." She stated in a confused tone. Sam smiled sweetly at her. "Yes we're just following up. We're looking for Dr. Alicia Perlman?" the woman invited them in where they stood in the kitchen. "Um the Dr. Left two days ago I'm not sure when she'll be back." Sam nodded at her, his voice sounding so professional. "Ok. And you are?" The woman gave a tight lipped smile. "I'm Miss Perlman's maid." Dean spoke up, taking over the conversation as he looked at the pictures on the refrigerator. "And where did the Dr. Go?" She turned to look at him. "She didn't say. Hey did you find that stray dog yet?" Sam gave an apologetic look. "No not yet, uh you didn't actually happen to see the dog your self did you?" She shook her head no. "I never even heard it. I was starting to think she was imagining it. But she's not like that so…" Dean chimed in again. "I read she was chief surgeon at the hospital, she's gotta be like…in her early forties, that's young for that job." The maid smiled, "Yeah she's amazing. She got the position ten years ago." Sam gave Dean a look. "Wow, an overnight success ten years ago." Dean pulled a picture off of the fridge walking over to Sam. "Hey look at this, Lloyd's bar." Sam thanked the woman for her information before they left. Once back in the impala they sped down the road in search of the bar. "Dean what you thinking?" Dean seemed to be going over something in his head for a minute. "It doesn't fit. Black shucks don't hurt women. The lore says they protect women while walking home at night. Sometimes they appear to a woman who's male lover has been unfaithful. They're even known to be familiars for witches."
It was some time before they reached the bar. It was located out in the country far away from town. Dean pulled up in front if it parking the impala and turning off the engine. As they exited the car they noticed they were standing in the middle of a crossroads. As they looked around they noticed strange yellow flowers planted in all four directions. "That's weird, why would someone plant these in the middle of all these weeds. What are these called again?" Dean asked. Sam replied, "Yarrow flowers." Dean bent down for a closer look. "They're for summoning rituals right?" Sam nodded his confirmation. Dean stood back up straight, his eyes meetings his brother's. "So two people become sudden successes ten years ago while hanging out at Lloyd's right next to a crossroads." He walked over to the trunk of the impala, coming back with a shovel in hand. They didn't have to dig deep before they found a box. Sam dusted it off, opening it to find a photo along with what looked like a strand of hair, a small corked bottle, and bones. "I'd bet money that's gave yard dirt and a black cat bone." Dean picked up one of the bones eyeing it with disgust. "Yeah that's some deep South hoodoo stuff." They rose to their feet as Dean spoke. "They didn't just summon a demon, crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are making deals with the damn thing." His tone was sarcastic. "Yeah cause that always ends good." Sam gave a sigh. "They're seeing dogs alright. They're not black dogs they're hellhounds." Dean looked up at his brother, seeing the fear in his eyes. "Hey Sammy its ok. I won't let one of those things get to you again." Sam walked back to the car with haste. Dean tossed the tin box in the trunk before getting in, pulling away from the place as fast as he could.
As they drove back into town they passed a motel full of cop cars. Dean pulled in handing Sam his fake FBI badge before they exited the car. They walked right up to one of the officers flashing the badges quickly. "I'm agent Sykes." Dean said before pointing to Sam. "This is my partner agent Quinn. Wanna tell us what's happened here?" The officer looked them over, taking in their street clothes. "You boys don't look like Feds let me see those badges again." As they held the badges back up Sam spoke. "Forgive us officer we just got into town from a long trip. We haven't found a place to stay yet so we aren't properly dressed." The cop seemed to buy the story. "Well we got a body inside. From the looks of it it's a bear attack, but what we can't figure out is how a bear got into the room. Or what one would be doing in the middle of town." They placed the badges back in their pockets. "We'd like to see the crime scene." Sam stated. They followed the officer inside to a horrific bloody scene. The body of Dr. Perlman lay on the floor covered in huge deep gash like claw marks. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, the bed, the carpet. It looked as if she'd been dragged across the floor, fighting for her life. Dean cleared his throat. "Did anyone see the bear?" The officer shook his head. "No. The people in the next room only reported the screams when they called us. They said they didn't see anything. They didn't even hear the beast at all." Sam and dean exchanged knowing looks. "So what case are you fellas here about? We haven't had anything going on besides this." Dean gave the officer a serious look, putting his professional face on. "That's classified officer. Our case isn't in this town, were just passing through and thought we'd get a room for the night." They excused themselves after wishing luck on finding the bear, walking to the front office to get a room key.
Once they were in the room it was safe to talk freely. "That's what a hell hound attack looks like. Jesus." Said Sam. Dean was moving about the room. Pouring salt at the foot of the door, along the window seals. "Sammy I need you to stay here. As long as you don't leave this room you'll be safe." Sam turned to Dean, grasping him by the arm. "Where are you going?" Dean wouldn't look at him. "I'm gonna summon that thing and exorcise it. That'll buy us some time until we find something more permanent." Sam's grip tightened on Dean. "What are you nuts, no fucking way." Dean pulled his brother to him. "Don't worry Sammy I'll trap it. It's not easy for those things to claw their way back up from hell." Sam bore a demanding tone to his voice. "No! De promise me you won't go!" Dean kissed his brother tenderly. "Ok ok I'll stay. We'll figure something else out." Sam pushed Dean into the wall pressing flush against him, determined to keep him there even if it meant distracting him with sex. He bucked his hips into Dean, feeling their cocks rub together through the fabric of their jeans.
Dean let out a groan. He could feel Sam's hands on him, running down his stomach. Reaching to undo his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper. He let out a gasp as Sam reached in. Pulling out his soft cock, starting to stroke it. He bit his lip, the blood rushing from his head to his dick. It swelled, growing to hardness in Sam's large hands. He made quick work of Sam's clothes, eyeing his brother's sensual body before him. "Get the lube." He said. Watching Sam cross the room, bending down seductively, giving Dean a full view of his ass, balls, and hard cock hanging down between his legs as he fished around in Dean's duffle for the bottle. When he returned with it Dean pushed Sam into the wall. Biting his little brother's bottom lip, begging for entry as he popped open the cap on the bottle. He slide his tongue into Sam's mouth as he slicked his fingers and began working Sam's entrance. Once he felt he was ready he slicked up his cock with the contents of the bottle, closed the cap, letting it fall to the floor. He pushed his jeans down just below his hips before lifting Sam up, wrapping the younger man's legs around him, pressing his back into the wall to help support Sam's weight. He bit hard into the flesh of Sam's neck, giving a deep moan as he buried himself inside in one swift thrust. He held still for a moment , giving his baby boy time to adjust to the feeling of fullness. Sam started to grind himself down onto Dean letting out needy moans. "Fuck me Dean." The older man started to move, gentle at first. Then rough and hard. He thoroughly fucked Sam into the wall until his lover came. Both breathing heavy, as he walked over to the bed , carrying Sam , still inside him. He laid them down on the bed. "Ready for more baby boy?" Sam threw his head back into the mattress, panting. "Give it to me De."
It was just past three am when Dean snuck out of bed. Pulling his jeans up, redressing himself. Sam was out like a light. He pulled on his boots , grabbing the keys, walking out to the parking lot. He put baby in neutral , pushing her to the exit of the lot before climbing in and starting the engine. She roared to life loudly. He pressed the gas, pulling out in the direction of Lloyd's bar.
Dean stood in the center of the crossroads, the metal box in hand. He opened it, placed a photo of himself in it before closing the lid. He placed it into the hole he'd dug, covering it with dirt. He looked around, waiting. A beautiful woman with dark hair and red eyes appeared behind him. "Well well, you're much more handsome than they say Dean Winchester." He turned, looking her up and down. "And you're just as ugly as I thought you'd be." He said. She circled him, eyeing him suspiciously. "Ouch, I mean I know I'm not your type, you like them tall, hazel eyes, blood related." Dean gave a tight lipped smile. "What is it with you demons? You're so obsessed with my relationship with my brother." She approached him. Standing so close she could feel the warmth from his body. "Your sin is so tasty Dean." She sniffed at him letting out a pleased sigh. "Your little Sammy's scent is all over you. What brings you from your brother's bed to visit little ole me Winchester?" Dean smiled at her. "Why don't we do this in my car, nice and private." She followed him to the impala. He opened the door for her. "Such a gentleman Dean." She looked down just before she began to step in, jumping back when she saw the marking on the floorboard. "A devil's trap? You've got to be kidding me!" she advanced on him, he backed away from her slowly. "I should rip you to pieces!" he held his fists up, beckoning her on with his hand.
"Aww but Dean your misery is just to fun to watch. Mommy's dead, Daddy hates you because you fuck his favorite son, and watching you try to figure out just what Azazel wants from Sammy. It's priceless." He looked at her in shock. "It's all you ever think about isn't it Dean? You wake up every day next to your naked brother wondering how things got so fucked up. That's gotta hurt." She smiled a wicked grin. "You're all lit up with pain. I mean you love him so much yet you wish you'd never gone to Stanford to drag him back into this with you. But you just can't stay away. Little Sammy just feels to good inside." Dean gave a sarcastic humph sound, still backing away from her until his back hit a support beam of a street light. "To bad Dean, I could have gave you any thing. Made Daddy love you again. Your loss. I wish you a nice long life." She turned to walk away from him, taking a few steps before hitting an invisible wall. She looked down to see the devil's trap below her feet. "Now you're really trapped, that's gotta hurt." He said sarcastically. "Tell me what yellow eyes wants? What is the crowning?" She looked at him, saying nothing. "You talk and I don't send you back to the pit. What's yellow eyes want with my brother and what does it have to do with the crowning?" he pulled John's journal out of his inner coat pocket, flipping to the hand written rite of exorcism. As he began the first line she raised her voice, "Wait!" he paused looking to her. "I can't tell you he'll kill me." Dean smirked. "Not my problem." He continued to read, getting halfway through the rite. "Stop!" she screamed at him. He waited once more. "There's something I can do for you." She advanced to the edge of the trap. Pulling him in, placing her lips to his, eyes flaming red before the color seemed to consume his own eyes.
He didn't know where he was but it was raining. The cold feeling of it hitting his body. And Sam was walking towards him. "Dean!" Sam called out to him. A man stepped out of the shadows with a knife. "Sammy!" he ran towards Sam as the man stabbed Sam in the back before running off into the night. Sam was in his arms just before he started to fall. They sank to the ground together "It's ok Sammy you're gonna be fine." He placed his hand to the wound on Sam's back, pulling up to see it covered in blood. "Hey its not even that bad im gonna take care of you. That's my job right? Take care of my pain in the ass little brother." Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body going limp in Dean's arms. He pulled Sam away enough to look at his face. "Sammy!" he was gone. Dean pulled his brother back into his arms. "No no no!" his hand was on the back of Sam's head, fingers running through his hair in a loving way. "Oh god…" his face distorted in pain. He rocked his brother in his arms. Tears pouring down his face.
Dean shoved the demon back, stepping out of reach from her. "What the fuck! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?" He demanded of her. She seemed in just as much shock as he was. "No no that's not it. He's supposed to be the victor. Ipse est rex." She looked around as if in panic, noticing that as Dean had stumbled back he'd shuffled the gravel at their feet, breaking the trap. Black smoke rose out of her mouth flying into the night. Dean was left standing there. Breathing heavy, as the girl she had been possessing stared up at him. "Go home." He barked at her. Pulling out his phone as he marched to the impala. He tore down the road as the phone rang. "Come on Bobby!" he slammed his fist into the steering wheel. The other end picked up. He spewed the story out as fast as he could. "You need to tell Sam son." Dean swore under his breath. "I can't Bobby. He's gonna freak. This is all my fault. He was out. I brought him back into this shit." Bobby sighed. "Well you need to stick with him. Don't be going off on your own Idjit." Dean wiped a single tear from his eye. "Yeah trust me I don't plan on doing it again." He hung up the phone pulling into the motel parking lot. He walked straight into the room, stripping his clothes as he walked to the bed. He pressed his lips to Sam's roughly as he leaned over him. Sam woke, lazily kissing back. Dean flipped him over, reaching to the night stand for the lube. Slicking himself up with it, tossing the bottle across the room. He entered Sam easily, his hole still prepped from earlier. The younger Winchester hissed in pleasure. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. Dean pulled Sam up onto his knees, grasping his hips as he began pounding into him from behind. "Need to feel you Sammy." The words were a dark moan. Sam bit his pillow to muffle his moans, fists clinching the sheets. "Fuck De." Dean poured his emotions into Sam, trying to fuck them away. "God Sammy you mean so much to me. Never leave me. Need you by my side, always." His nails bit into the flesh of Sam's hips, causing the younger man to hiss in painful pleasure. He ravaged Sam, trying to erase the things he had seen from his mind. But as hard as he tried he couldn't forget.
Authors note: The fake names Dean gave the cop in this chapter are references to Oliver Sykes from bring me the horizon and Keelin Quinn from sleeping with sirens. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please remember to review.