"All right…victim number one, Joan Edison, 43 year old realtor handling the sale of the hotel. Victim number two, Larry Williams, a mover taking some stuff to a local goodwill." Dean continued to bounce his foot. "Well, there's a connection. They're both tied up in shutting the place down." Sam agreed. "Maybe someone doesn't want to leave. So they're using hoodoo to fight back." Dean looked up at the ceiling. Trying to look anywhere but at Sam. "Who do you think our witch doctor is? Can't be the owner she's the one selling. Maybe Sherwin?" Sam gave a look that said he was unsure. "I don't know."
They set out to investigate more of the hotel. As they walked around they didn't really find much that stood out at first. The place was old for sure, but we'll kept. The pictures and knick-knacks were all dusted. "Hey look at this." Sam said as he held out a vase for Dean to look at. "It's the same symbol as before. More hoodoo." Dean looked up to see the door a few feet away from them with the word 'Private' on it in faded letters open. Sam placed the vase back down, acting casual as the owner and her daughter walked out.
"Hi there, everything ok with your room she said?" The boys smiled as Sam said, "Yes it's great. Sorry we never caught your name." She smiled back. "I'm Susan and this is Tyler." The little girl was practically beaming at Sam. He knelt down to her level. "Hi Tyler. It's very nice to meet you. That's a pretty doll you have there. What happened to it?" Sam was referring to the doll she held with it's head turned around backwards. "Maggie was being mean and I just found it this way. Sherwin is going to fix it so grandma Rose doesn't get mad." She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well I'm sure your sister didn't mean it. Brother's and sister's fight some times but they still love each other." The girl gave him a hug. "Can I ask you something?" Tyler asked shyly, letting him go. Susan ran her hand down the girls hair lovingly. "Sweetie we shouldn't bother the guests." Sam looked up to her, waving his hand. "No it's fine. What did you want to ask me Tyler?" The girl looked from him to Dean in confusion. "You're a prince and he's a prince too…but Maggie says you should be with a princess." Susan interrupted her cutting her off. "Well Tyler that's my brother but he's not a prince. He's a strong brave knight. And you're the first princess I've met. So maybe one day I'll meet another princess and have a fairy tale ending. Right?" The little girl smiled at him sweetly as he rose back up. "Sorry. Come on sweetie let's get the doll fixed and get back to grandma in a hurry. She's not feeling well today." Sam gave an apologetic look as Susan dismissed them. "Hope Grandma gets better soon."
As they walked back to their room the boys talked in hushed voices. "So what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean asked. "I mean dolls have been used in hoodoo for curses and binding spells." As they reached the door Dean said, "Ok I'll go see what I can dig up on granny. You check out old obituaries and freak accidents. See if she's whacked anybody before." Sam nodded as Dean walked away without another word. Hours passed but Sam couldn't bring himself to research. He was alone with all his pain, just like Dean wanted to be. Except Sam didn't. This was the time when guilt for fighting with his Dad the last time they spoke sank in. This was the time when losing Dean came to the surface. He pulled a bottle from the small bar in their room, pouring a glass full of amber liquid, taking it to the head. The taste of whiskey burned like fire in his throat. He poured another and guzzled it down with haste. By the time he reached the bottom of the bottle it was dark outside.
Flashing lights came through the window as he rose to peek outside. An ambulance was carrying someone out in a body bag as Susan looked on in disbelief. As Sam placed him self back into his chair the door swung open. "There's been another one. Guy that was with the company buying the place hung himself in his room. We gotta do something fast." Sam gave a mumble, "I know I saw." Dean was digging around in his hunting bag. "What'd you find out about granny?" Sam's voice was heard slurring his words. "You're…bossssy." Dean's head turned. "What?" Sam held his arms open in a 'I don't know gesture'. "You're bossy, and rough." He laughed. "You like it rough." Dean's face was serious. "Your drunk…dude what are you thinking were working a case?"
His eyes wore sorrow. "I couldn't save that guy. I should have saved him. I shoulda saved Dad too." Dean leaned back against the bar. "Yeah well you can't save everyone." No! You don't understand! The more people I save the more I can change." Sam slammed his fist down on the table next to him. "Change what?", said Dean. "My destiny, Dean! You heard what Danni said. Yellow eyes wants me to lead his fucking army of demons!" Dean helped Sam to his feet. "Alright, time for bed Sasquatch. Lets go." Sam flailed his arms, weakly fighting back in his drunken state. "No Dean you have to take care of me!" Dean patted his back as the reached the bed. "Yeah I always do." "No! You have to watch out for me De. And if I ever turn into something I'm not you gotta kill me." Dean sat him down on the bed. "Don't you ask that of me." Sam looked up at him. "No De. It's gotta be you. You gotta promise me." Dean shook it off. "Come on Sammy lay down." Sam was still fighting back, his face was begging. "No De, please promise me. I know you don't love me anymore but please." Dean gave in. "Alright! I promise just stop."
At that promise Sam settled down. His hands rose up to grip each side of Dean's face. He hissed at the touch. "Thank you." He leaned in, lips parted slightly, so close the tips of their noses touched. Dean pulled back slightly, tightly gripping Sam's wrists. Sam's face was needy. Dean's was pained. He leaned in once more his lips just centimeters away from the older mans. Dean pulled away again, pushing Sam back, forcing him to lay down. Then moving to sit on the edge of his own bed, putting space between them. Sam just lay there, rejection written all over his face. He rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his arms up under his pillow. Turning away, he hide his face before tears started to flow from tightly shut eyes as Dean walked out of the room.
Dean descended the stairs to the hotel lobby. He stepped into the lounge area to find Sherwin behind the bar. The place was stunning for it's age. Dean smiled, the place looked like something straight out of 'The Shining'. Sherwin greeted him as he took a seat at the bar. "So find any good antiques sir?" Dean gave a long tired sigh. "No I uh…got distracted." Sherwin was busy pouring Dean a bourbon on the rocks. They drank together as they discussed the deaths that took place in the hotel. They spoke of the history of the estate. How Susan's mother, Rose grew up there. They walked around the lobby as Sherwin pointed to old photos of Rose when she was younger. One in particular of Rose and her nanny, Marie, caught Dean's eye. The nanny had the same symbol carved into the urn around her neck.
Dean walked back into his room late that night to find Sam still sleeping. He lay awake on his bed for what seemed like hours. Lost in thought. Hating his life. Hating the current state of things with Sam. Hating himself. Just as he dozed off he felt a weight shift onto his lap, straddling his hips. He opened his eyes gripping the blade he kept under his pillow, bringing it to the throat of his assailant. The smell of whiskey mixed with sandalwood perfumed shampoo filled his nostrils. He dropped the blade to the floor. His name from Sam's lips was like a ghostly whisper. Wanton and needy, yet dark and empty.
Sam pinned the older man down to the mattress with his hands above his head, the other hand trailing sensitive skin under the fabric of Dean's shirt. Pressing his weight into Dean he ran his tongue up his neck stopping to suckle gently on his ear. "Come on Sam stop it." Dean's voice didn't match his words. It was thick with desire. Sam moaned softly at the feel of his jean covered erection sliding against Dean's own half hardness, feeling it's heat growing thick as it awakened. They struggled for what seemed like minutes. Grunting from Dean as he tried to escape Sam's grip. Small moans from Sam as he was flipped onto his back , shoved away, then regaining his grip by wrapping his long muscled legs around Dean's powerful hips.
Dean placed his hands against the back of Sam's knees where they were weaker to break the hold, shifting to back away. But Sam gripped him by the front of his button up shirt pulling down to force Dean into a crouched position over him, slamming their lips together. Dean jerked away from the kiss, breathing hot and heavy. Dean just hovered there for a moment, hands placed on Sam's knees on either side of his hips. Sam arching up, supporting himself on both palms, shaggy hair tumbled down over lust fueled hazel eyes. Urgent movement erupted out of them. Dean painfully gripped a fist full of that shaggy mane, snapping Sam's head back as he slammed his free hand against the top of the headboard with an iron grip. The sounds of buttons popping then skipping across the hardwood floor as Sam ripped Dean's button up open, his hands greedily roaming tanned skin beneath. Dean's lips devoured Sam in a fight for obedient submission. His tongue claiming Sam. The younger man melted beneath Dean's assault, moaning like a wild thing. Dean shifted to flip Sam over onto his knees. His vice like grip pulling Sam's hair to tilt his head allowing his neck to be claimed. A weak yelp echoing into the darkness as teeth marked the skin there. Dean's free hand sliding down the dip in Sam's back. Then fisting the waist band of Sam's jeans to pull back, forcefully pressing Sam's ass against his erection. Sam whimpered with need. Dean grumbled out something purely animal.
Dean worked the front of his jeans, freeing his massive length. He fumbled with the button of Sam's jeans for a moment. Unable to free it from the current angle he ripped it free, busting the zipper in the process. He once against gripped the back waist band, jerking them down to Sam's knees. The hand in Sam's hair slide around to shove two fingers into his mouth, which Sam sucked like they were Dean's cock. His free hand slapped Sam's ass gripping the right cheek tight, pulling it to expose Sam's pink little hole. Sam blushed at the exposure, his head bobbing back and forth on Dean's fingers in his mouth. Moaning around them as Dean spit on his entrance and slide his dick between Sam's ass cheeks. It was throbbing thick and heavy as Dean lazily thrust it back and forth between those perfect dimpled cheeks. The younger Winchester pawed at the sheets his brother's fingers slide to the back of his tongue, attempting to push into his throat even though they weren't quite long enough. Sam's own erection hung between his spread legs, pulsing, the head purple and swollen in it's untouched state. Dean spit on the tip of his dick, pressing it against Sam's entrance, teasing the muscle by pushing into it just enough to spread it some, but not entering it. Sam was coming apart.
"Letting your baby brother rut under you like a bitch in heat. You're just as much to blame as he is." John Winchester's voice rang in Dean's memory. He shook his head, wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, tapping the head against Sam's hole a few times. He pushed his fingers in and out of Sam's mouth, pulling himself back into the moment with the sound of spit squishing from the movement mixed with his baby boy's whimpers. "Mary would be so disappointed in what her boys have become." He groaned like a feral creature, squeezing his eyes shut tight, his fingers falling out of Sam's mouth. When he opened his eyes again the sight before him was more than even a man with the strongest of will could resist. Sam's hands were spreading his ass cheeks apart, his chest flat against the mattress, head turned to the side, one hazel eye staring at Dean through messy brown bangs. Lips parted in breathy need. Dean placed one hand over Sam's own, the other that had been in Sam's mouth shoving the two wet fingers inside Sam all the way to the last knuckle. He watched as Sam's eyes grew large and he let out a loud shriek. "Fuck Sammy." He grumbled out at the warm tightness surrounding his fingers. The younger man bucked his hips back into Dean's fingers, begging for it. Sam didn't care if Dean rode him dry with no prep in that moment. As long as Dean would indeed ride him. "De…fuck me. De please, need your cum inside. Need to feel you filling me again."
"You're both dead to me." Johns voice clawed inside Dean's skull. Dead to me…Dead. Sam's eye that had been watching saw Dean's face go blank, he was somewhere else. Dean's fingers stopped moving inside him.
Dean stood beside Sam. Tossing a lit torch onto the funeral pyre before him. John's body was wrapped in a plain white sheet. Sam sniffed next to him, wiping tears from his eyes as the flames consumed the body. The reflection of fire the only light inside Dean's eyes.
Dean bit his bottom lip, grunting in anger. He pulled his fingers out of Sam. Spitting on the tip of his dick once again, pressing it into Sam's entrance. Sam just took it, still spreading his cheeks apart for Dean to enter. Dean pushed in past the first ring of muscle, hissing at the dryness. Sam squealed beneath him at the pain. Dean doubled over, pressing his forehead against Sam's back, gripping Sam's hair again, pulling it tight as he tried to push in a bit further. It was to tight, to dry. Dean was to big to fit with out lube. If he stopped to get it would he have the strength to return to the bed? He pulled out. Punching the head board causing Sam to flinch and lay flat on the bed. He rose up off the bed walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. It was over, John had won.
Dean stood in front of the mirror. The vision of Sam haunting him. The way the arch of his back curved. His plump ass cheeks filling his hands as he held them spread. Shaggy brown hair falling around his face. Deep hazel eyes full of need. He heard Sam's feet padding across the hardwood floors before returning to the bed. Heard the sound of a cap pop, followed by the sound of lube squirting out onto Sam's hands. Heard the squishing of Sam fingering himself as he stroked his cock, moaning out Dean's name. Dean stroked his cock furiously, as he listened to Sam pleasing himself in the next room. "De….mmm…Dean please…." Biting his lip to muffle a moan escaping as he came in his hand.
After he came down from the high of orgasm he looked at his face in the mirror, panting, sweat glistening on his forehead, hand full of his own cum. He hated what he saw. How did things get so complicated. He was miserable. And he was just making Sam miserable too. He actually thought Dean didn't love him anymore. And Dean could blame nobody but himself. Tucking himself back into his jeans he turned on the water and began washing his hands. Once his hand was rinsed he pumped soap from the dispenser and slathered it up, glancing at himself in the mirror. His face was disgusted. He washed his hands harder, but every time he glanced up he grew more angry with the person staring back at him. He scrubbed so hard his skin turned red. With one last glance up his face bore hatred. He slammed his fist into the glass, breaking the mirror turning the glass into jagged puzzle pieces.
Morning sun filled the room with light as Dean rose out of bed, crossing the room shrugging out of the open button up, pulling a plain black tee over his naked chest. "How you feelin Sammy?" He chuckled at the sounds of Sam retching leaned over the toilet came from the open bathroom door. "Guess mixing Whiskey and Jager wasn't such a smart idea was it? Yeah I bet you don't remember a thing from last night do ya?" Sam groaned hoarsely "No, I can still taste the tequila." He shifted sitting back on the bathroom floor with a hiss. "Did we…hook up?" Dean laughed. "No dude…" Sam gave him a puzzled look. "You sure…cause I feel sore like" Dean interrupted him. "Nah must have had a little solo fun Sammy cause I came back late and found you passed out in my bed." He walked into the bathroom as Sam leaned back over the toilet. "Hey so guess what, when grandma Rose was a tyke she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace." Sam glanced over at him. "So you think she taught Rose hoodoo?" Dean flinched at the smell of booze mixed with vomit. "Yes I do…ugh…dude that's…ew." Sam stood up, walking over to Dean. "Ok well we should talk to Rose then." Dean backed away. "I think you should brush your teeth first."
After making sure no-one was inside the room behind Susan's door, Sam picked the lock. This part of the hotel was like a house within a house. They crept upstairs to the bedrooms. Finding a door cracked open. They stepped in to find an elderly woman sitting alone in a wheelchair facing a window. They approached her carefully. "Mrs. Thompson we aren't here to hurt you we just…" His voice trailed off as he took in her appearance. The way her eyes followed him without her head moving. Gasp like sounds came from her lips but she couldn't speak. "Dean. This woman's had a stroke." Dean sighed. "Hoodoo is hands on. You gotta mix herbs and chant and shit." Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah…I mean she can't do it." Dean glanced at her. "Maybe she's faking." Sam joked. "Yeah well what do you want to do, poke her with a stick?" Dean seemed to be considering it. "Dude! You're not gonna poke her with a stick." Sam said in an annoyed voice. "What the hell are you doing in here?" Susan said from behind them. "I want you out of my hotel in less than two minutes or I'm calling the cops." They both turned, walking out of the room. They dropped their bags in baby's trunk, pulling out of the driveway in haste. Dean circled around, parking down a side street. They stepped out, watching the place from the woods.
They had been out there for a few hours. Sam rubbed his back side. "Dude are you sure nothing happened between us last night, cause I've never been this sore from fingers. Feels like I've been fucked dry." Dean cleared his throat. "Dude I told you no." Sam gave him a confused look. "How come I can smell you all over me?" Dean shushed him as Susan walked out of the front door carrying boxes. Placing them into the trunk of her car. She closed the trunk. Stepping in front of the car. The wind blew ominously. To her right the swing seat started to move. She watched in shock as the seesaw moved by itself as well. She didn't notice the car behind her turn on by it's self. As she reached out to stop the seesaw the rev of the car engine sounded behind her. It was coming straight at her, picking up speed. It was right on her heels as Sam jumped out, pushing them out of its path. The car crashed into a near by tree. Dean ran up fast behind him. They ushered her inside. Handing her a glass of whiskey she asked for. "What the hell happened out there?" She asked between gulps of liquor. "Well…first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that was definitely a spirit." Dean responded.
They pushed info out of her. "Look we don't have time to ease into this we need to know when your mother had the stroke?" Sam stated. "About a month ago why?" she replied. Sam turned to Dean. "Same time the killings started. Rose must have been working hoodoo to ward off the spirit. Susan we need to get you and your mother and daughters out of here." She blinked in confusion. "I only have one daughter." Dean looked puzzled. "I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie?" She shook her head. "No Maggie is her imaginary friend." The Winchesters gave each other a knowing looks. "Come on Susan think did anyone live here with the name Maggie?" She seemed to realize something. "My mom had a sister named Margaret, she drowned in the pool."
The three of them ran to the pool house. Peering in through the foggy glass to see Tyler standing on the other side on the balcony rail inside. Sam and Dean slammed their bodies into the glass doors. They wouldn't give. "Jesus what is this bullet proof glass?" Dean yelled. He ran around the building with Susan trying the windows. As Tyler slipped from the edge into the water he picked up a heavy flower pot near by smashing it into the glass. After two heavy blows it finally burst. He ran into the room jumping into the water. Lifting the girl up, carrying her over to the side, laying her down just as Dean kicked in the back door. Susan rushed in, taking the girl into her arms as she spit up water, gasping for breath. "Tyler do you see Maggie anywhere?" Sam asked. She looked around the room. "No she's gone."
They returned to Susan's room to get Rose before they left. A scream came from the room upstairs. The boys bolted up the stairs. They found Rose clutching Tyler close, shielding her face. Rose was dead. The coroner showed up a short time later, taking her body away. The four of them stood out front. Susan looked up at them. "The paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think Margaret had something to do with it?" Dean replied, "Its possible. Tyler you sure Maggie's not around anymore?" She girl skipped closer to them. "Yeah, I'd see her if she were here." Sam and Dean helped the two ladies into a cab. Watching as it pulled away. Once it was out of sight they tracked back through the woods to the impala. Dean was going on about how he let Sam save them so he wouldn't feel useless. "Yeah…well it doesn't change what we talked about last night Dean." Dean sighed. "We talked about a lot of things last night." He was trying to cover. "You know what I'm talking about." "You were wasted Sam." Sam eyed him knowingly. "Yeah but you weren't. And you promised." They both opened the car doors, sliding in, shutting them behind them. "What else do you remember?" Dean couldn't help himself. He had to know. "Everything…what happened De? I know you want this as much as I do." Dean cleared his throat. He turned the key in the ignition, bringing baby to life. Her purr sounding followed by the sounds of Billy Squier's 'Lonely is the night' began to play.