Chapter 9

Azazel sat on his throne like chair once again, legs lazily hanging off the arm. He was once again in a beautiful mansion of a house, this time located in Cape Girardeau Missouri. He was seen rubbing his temples in aggravation as his servants brought a female into the room. She kneeled before him, bowing to him, red eyes gleaming as she timidly looked up at him. "You're supposed to be working a crossroads in Mississippi." He said, throwing his legs over the chair arm, sitting up straight. "Forgive me my lord, I had a run in with the older Winchester boy. He came to me from his brother's bed." She hoped the mention of The Winchester's coupling would ease his anger with her. Azazel smiled briefly before cutting his eyes at her. "That boy keeps fucking with my mood. If he weren't such a key player in my plans I'd squeeze the life from him." He grinned as the crossroads demon crawled to him. Her belly to the floor like a worm.

As she reached his feet she placed a kiss on his expensive leather shoe. He kicked her back, sending her scampering away like a dog running from its abuser. "Tell me, why is it that you have come to call on me." He said in a demanding tone. "Forgive me my lord, the one named Dean cornered me. Caught me in a death trap. He tricked me into thinking he wanted to make a deal." Azazel seemed in thought for a moment. "Tell me Regina, is my daughter still inside the youngest Winchester?" She shook her head. "I haven't seen the boy, but I figure no my lord, the eldest trapped me and began the holy rite. I fear they may have used it on her." Every demon in the place cringed at the mentions of 'Holy rite'. His gaze bore down into her. "How did you escape?" he asked. "I showed him with the gift of sight as ordered. Yet what we saw was…not of favor my lord." Azazel beckoned her to forward. She crawled to him, keeping low to the ground. He grabbed her forcefully by the chin. Bending down to her taking her lips in his, both sets of eyes shining bright yellow. He saw what Dean had seen. Sam dying in his arms. He pushed her away, rising as if to strike her.

He paused for a moment, hand raised back as she braced herself. He settled back into the chair. "Come to me." She keeled before him once again, her hands running over his spread thighs. "You have gained many souls for hell while in my service. Please me and I shall spare you." She raised up, straddling his hips, undoing his pants pulling out his throbbing cock. He hiked her dress up, slamming himself into her ass, raw with no preparation, grinning at the loud scream of pain she released. "It is not of import. I favor the Winchester boy simply because he is a hunter. I want to taint his purity. Either way I win. If I want it to be little Sammy then I'll just have to rig the dice."

Sam lay in Dean's arms. Feeling gentle kisses being placed on his forehead, fingers running through his shaggy hair. "We should fight more often." He said, feeling Dean's lips form a smirk against his skin. "Absolutely not. Hate hurting you Sammy." Sam shifted himself up to look at Dean. "Yeah, but the make up sex is good." Dean smiled at him. "It's only good cause it's with you." Sam leaned in, pressing their lips together gently. Dean's phone rang, ending the post coital bliss. The older brother reached over to the nightstand picking up his cellphone, earning a huff from Sam. He held it up to his ear. "Yeah?" she voice on the other end was soft, female. Sam already knew who it was. "You're kidding? No, ok room 204." Sam resisted the urge to pout as Dean got out of the bed. He watched as his brother started to dress.

Sam loved the way Dean's broad shoulders stood out, accentuating the curve into sender back. He practically smiled ear to ear as his eyes trailed the scars down to the waist line of straight legged jeans. The muscles in his arms rippling slightly as he fastened his belt. Dean had the kind of body women drooled over. "You may wanna pull those blankets up." The older man said just as a knock on the door was heard. Sam pulled the sheets up, covering his lower half crossed the room, opening the door as Cassi stepped in. Sam scowled at his brother. He'd purposely not told Sam to get dressed so she would see them like this. His way of showing Sam off to her. He'd be lying if he said it didn't slightly fill him with pride. She may have been his first. But Sam was his forever. The rings on their fingers a symbol of that promise.

He noticed the nervousness she had at the scene. Their clothes from the night before thrown haphazardly around the room, bottle of lube on the floor beside the bed, Sam naked under the blankets, Dean only wearing jeans, the musky smell of sex heavy in the air. She gave him a tight lipped smile as Dean turned away from her, walking over to pick his duffle bag up, placing it at the foot of the bed. Her eyes drifted to him as they did when he wasn't looking. Sam's pride swelling inside him as her smile faded when she noticed the scars down his back. 'That's right bitch! I did that. He's mine.' He thought to himself. Dean winked at him as he pulled a shirt over his chest. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling on socks then sliding on his boots. The pendant of his necklace hanging low into his view as he leaned down, bringing a smile to his face. Everything was perfect again. They belonged to each other once more. Dean smiled at her while walking to the door, holding it open, his eyes on his brother as he spoke. "We'll wait outside for you Sammy. Shag ass there's been another victim." They stepped out, leaving Sam to get dressed.

A few minutes later Sam emerged from the room. He'd thrown on his jeans, a flannel button up, and an old pair of converse hightops. He stood next to Cassi, both watching Dean walk to the impala to dig around in the trunk for whatever fake badges they might need. "I can't say I blame you, he does have a nice ass." She said, trying to be nice. Sam smiled at her attempt to accept them. "Yeah, he does." She giggled, "You're a lucky man, getting to get up in that." Sam eyed her with humor. "I wouldn't know." Her face wore confusion. "But I thought…" He gave a small laugh, lowering his head shyly. "I've never been all up in that." She blushed. "But you're so tall?" he laughed out loud. "I'm sure he'd love to hear that you think he bottoms for me." She gasped. "Oh no please don't tell him." He smiled at her. "Relax. Seriously though, you saw his back and thought he was a bottom?" she shifted on her feet nervously. "I thought it was work related." Sam smirked. "Oh he was working that's for sure. He likes it rough." He walked over to stand beside Dean with out another word. She just stood there in a daze.

Dean shut the trunk, walking to the drivers side door. "Hey? You comin?", he asked. She scurried over to the impala opening the back door and sliding in. The boys got in the front, Dean leaning over Sam to reach a box full of mix tapes in the passenger floor board, beginning to shuffle through it. "What you feeling Sammy?" His brother laughed out loud. "Driver picks the music remember." Dean smiled pulling a mix tape out. "Yeah yeah…shotgun shuts his cakehole." He presses the tape into the player, turning the key in the ignition, bringing baby to life. As they pulled out of the motel parking lot the sounds of Boston's 'More than a feeling', blared through the speakers. Cassie watched from the back seat with a smile on her face. Sam was tapping the drum beat on the dash as Dean played air guitar on the steering wheel while singing out loud changing the name Marianne to Sammy. She wasn't sure what it was about the younger Winchester that brought this happiness out in Dean. He was a different animal with Sam than he had been with her.

The way they shared loving gazes, playing off each other as they preformed the song as if they were the band. And they couldn't seem to go more than a few seconds with out some form of contact. Dean would reach over tapping Sam's leg during a heavy drum beat. Sam would lean over bringing his face closer as Dean did the same as they sang the lyrics to each other. Their love was pure in the most innocent of ways. She didn't have to understand it. But seeing them together she knew she had to accept it. They were happy, and oh so in love. And that was all that mattered.

They pulled up to the crime scene Dean reached down turning the music down to almost a whisper. He parked the impala off to the side of the road. As the three of them stepped out of the car Cassi tapped him on the shoulder asking for a moment to speak in private. He told Sam to go ahead, that he'd catch up. Sam nodded before walking off to speak to the police. "Dean, I'm sorry about last night. It was wrong of me to judge what you and Sam have. Seeing the two of you together…well I understand. There's something special there. A thing people spend a lifetime searching for. I'm happy you found it." He smiled at her. "Thanks. It's hard sometimes. If only more people felt that way." He gave her a friendly hug before leaving her by Baby to join his brother.

They stood close, speaking in hushed voices. "I'm guessing you guys worked things out?" Said Sam. Dean nodded. "So what happened?" they walked side by side as Sam spoke, making their way back to the impala. "The victim was the mayor. Pretty much every bone in his body broken, organs are like pudding. Cops are stumped but it's almost like something ran him over." Dean asked in a sarcastic tone. "Oh like a truck." Sam smiled. "Yeah, but no tracks." Dean shrugged. "So what was he doing here anyways.?" Sam went on with the story. "He owned the property, bought it a few weeks back. But it doesn't fit. He was white. All the vics so far have been black." They reached the car where Cassi sat waiting in the back. Once the doors were shut they explained to her what had happened. They dropped Cassi off at home before driving back to the motel to try and research on Sam's laptop.

Dean sat in front of the laptop reading news articles from the town back in the sixties while Sam went through court house records. Sam turned a paper in front of Dean so he could see it. "Ok so the property used to belong to the Dorian family, who also used to own the paper." Dean searched the name on the laptop finding an article about a member of that family vanishing in 1963. "This guy Cyrus went missing around the same time as the murders back in the sixties." Sam looked at his notes. "The mayor had the old Dorian house bulldozed on the third. The first death was the next day." Dean's cell phone rang. As he pressed the answer button Cassi could be heard screaming on the other end, the sound of an engine revving in the background. They ran out of the motel room, speeding down the road towards her house.

When they pulled into the driveway the only car there was her mothers. They were invited in where they listened to Cassie's mom sob out the truth. "I used to date Cyrus. I left him for Martin. When he found out we were to be married he burned the church we had booked not knowing we eloped in secret. There was a children's choir inside…they all died. Interracial couples were looked down on back then. Cyrus chased Martin down one night in that truck. He beat him something awful. But Martin got hold of the bat and just kept hitting him." Her rings clinked against the coffee cup in her hands, she was shaking so badly. "Martin didn't mean to kill him. He called his friend jimmy over to help. They put the body in the truck, pushing it into the swamp. The mayor was a deputy back then. He covered for them. He knew what Cyrus had done at the church. Felt that justice had been served." The Winchesters thanked her for her honesty. They now had a name for the ghost controlling the truck as well as a location of the body. Dean asked that they stay in the house. Assuring them that soon it would all be over.

They arrived at the Dorian land and set out to search for the location where the truck had been dumped. Finding the area Cassi's mother described they used a rubber tire loader they found amongst the construction equipment to pull the wreck from the swamp. They pulled the corpse from inside to the ground, pouring salt and gasoline on it, setting it ablaze. "Think that'll do it?" Sam asked. Headlights appeared as an engine revved. They looked up seeing the truck. "I guess not." Dean said, walking towards the impala, throwing a bag to Sam. "I'll lead it away. Burn the truck." He said as Sam crouched down, hiding. Dean sped away, the truck giving chase. It took the bait. Sam pulled out a map from the bag, a thought coming to mind. He pulled out his phone, thankful for the fact that they always shared the phone numbers of people involved in the cases they worked. He dialed Cassi's number.

Dean was speeding down the road. The truck right on his heels. It slammed into the back of the impala, causing it to jerk to the right. Dean managed to keep control. "You son of a bitch! That's my baby!" he cursed at it. His phone rang. He managed to pull it out of his pocket. "Tell me you got something Sammy!" He floored the gas, trying in vain to put distance between them. "Dean I need to know exactly where you are." He looked up to his left reading the street sign as he passed. Sam found his location on the map. "Ok turn right." Dean jerked the wheel making the turn at full speed, the tires screeching in complaint. The truck was attempting to pull beside Dean to sideswipe him. "Ok you see a left turn up ahead?" Sam asked getting a quick, "Yeah I see it." Dean slammed on the brakes. Letting the truck fly by, then quickly made the left turn. "Ok now what?" Sam traced a line on the map with his finger. "Drive exactly 7/10ths of a mile then stop." Dean watched the trip meter count up to the mark. He slammed on the brakes, stopping just past the burnt remains of a building. He quickly spun around, stopping just in the middle of the wreckage. The truck halted it's approach as it neared the impala. "What am I doing?" Sam replied, "Bring it to you." Dean waited, watching as the truck sped towards him. Just before the truck crashed into baby's hood it seemed to fly apart into pieces. Disappearing into a cloud of mist. Dean looked around in all directions not able to find it. "What happened?" he asked. "You're where the church was. If a spirit crosses hollow ground sometimes it's destroyed." Sam said. Dean was breathing heavy. "What if you were wrong?" Sam hesitated. "Honestly that hadn't occurred to me." Dean hung up the phone. "I'm gonna kill him."

Sam sat in the passenger seat, watching his brother saying goodbye to Cassi. "Thank you for everything Dean." He shrugged his shoulders. "Hey it's what we do." She smiled, "You guys take care of each other." He pulled her into a hug. "Yeah you and your mom do the same." When they let go she waved to Sam as Dean walked around, sitting in the driver's seat. Sam placed a gentle kiss on Dean's neck as the impala pulled away. "I like her." He said, making Dean grin. "Where we going baby boy?" Sam laid his torso down, leaving his legs hanging down into the floorboard to account for his height, his head in Dean's lap. "Just drive." He said. Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair. Singing along to 'I'm burning for you' by blue oyster cult. In that moment, everything was perfect.

Azazel sat back in his throne stroking his blood covered member. The cross roads demon named Regina lay in a whimpering heap at his feet. He kicked her violently. "Get back to your post bitch. Be thankful you leave here with your life. Filthy cockwhore." She smoked out of her vessel, the girl she possessed screaming as the other demons drug her from the room. He tucked himself back into his dress slacks before sitting back with a pained look on his face. "These fucking visions are royally fucking up my plan!" he screamed out causing the demon that stood to the left of his chair to tense in fear. "That goddamned Dean Winchester! If I didn't need him fucking his little brother I'd rip the flesh from his bones while little Sammy watched." The demon to his left cleared his throat. "Forgive me my lord…perhaps there is something you have forgotten ." Azazel glanced up at his right hand man with a scowl. "And that would be?" the demon shifted on his feet, standing up bone straight. "My lord…if the cards in your hand aren't in your favor…perhaps bringing one up your sleeve into play could win the game. You do have a crossroads demon in your coat pocket…sir." An evil grin formed on Azazel's lips. "Bucky, I love the way your fowl little mind works. This should be interesting." Azazel rose from his chair in wicked laughter.