Twisted Love
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural, but I do own Johnny, Kit and their parents.
Author's Note: I repostedthis first chapterbecause supernatural fan's review made me realize I needed to add a warning in case people didn't understand that theSamOMC bit in the summary meant he was going to be gay. Most of this chapter is beta'd, thanks to Chase and mysterychic.
Review Answers: Since I reposted this, I thought I'd answer the two reviews. Two reviews, and this chapter has gotten over 120 hits, plus three people have put it on alert. Surely it isn't just five people who have just looked at it over a two dozen times each.
Spuffyshipper - Yay, compliment. Yes it worked, I'm glad Johnny didn't appear too forward, that was basically the only thing I was worried about. And I'm glad you like the pairing. I've noticed there are tons of OFC romance, andquite a bitof wincest, but there just don't seem to be many OMC romance.
supernatural fan - Too late, done is done, the whole point of this story (well, one of the whole points) was some OMC romance. Guess you hate this story. That's okay, I figured some people would.
Full Summary: Sam and Dean receive coordinates pointing them to what appears to be a rather peaceful town. That is, until they discover that's something's been killing young men in their sleep, and if the boys aren't careful, they could be the next victims. slash, SamOMC.
Warnings: Slash. If that bothers you, don't read, don't review. Simple as that.
Chapter 1: Where to Now?
Sam walked out of the service station with two paper bags in hand, one holding a meat pie for himself, the other containing a hot dog for his brother. Not exactly an ideal breakfast, but Sam and Dean lived by the phrase 'beggars can't be choosers', so it didn't matter much to them, having had worse breakfasts than a pie or hotdog growing up.
He looked in through the wheel, and suppressed a laugh when he saw his brother, head slumped back against the seat, mouth hanging open slightly. Shaking his head, he quietly opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat, turning the car on as he closed the door. When Dean didn't wake up to the familiar hum of the Impala coming to life, Sam reached down and turned the volume knob around, fast. AC/DC filled the car with a sudden and (in Dean's case) unexpectedly loud song, jolting the older Winchester from his sleep.
"Wha' happened?" he gasped, giving a startled jerk as he was suddenly woken from his sleep, and looking wildly around the car. Sam immediately turned the volume back down, an amused smile on his face as he shifted into gear and pulled out of the service station, pleased to see Dean was still trying to determine what had caused his abrupt awakening.
"You okay, big brother?" Sam asked, in the exact same way Dean had asked him hours earlier in the motel room after putting a bullet to a Shtriga's head: serious and concerned. Though in this case it also had barely contained laughter mixed in with it.
"Yeah, yeah… Yeah, I'm fine," Dean said, nodding and looking at his brother, though he himself looked unconvinced. "So, uh…" He cleared his throat. "Where're we going?" he asked. Sam pointed to the map on the dashboard and then told Dean the coordinates their father had sent them just as they'd come into the service station for breakfast and gas. Dean nodded, examining the map and checking the coordinates every few minutes.
"Newbridge Falls," he said after a minute. Sam shot him a puzzled look. "Eyes on the road," Dean said without looking up from the map. Sam returned his gaze to the road ahead. "Oh, yeah, Dad and I did a job there a couple years back," he said.
"When was this?" Sam asked. "I don't remember ever going there," he said.
"It was… uh… after you left," Dean said.
"Oh," Sam said neutrally, though his grip visibly tightened on the steering wheel. Dean noticed him tense up, apparently not welcoming the reminder that he had, for all intents and purposes, abandoned his family. Neither of them said anything for a while. "What was it?" Sam finally asked.
"What was what?" Dean asked.
"Why were you there?" Sam asked, glancing at his brother for a second before looking back to the road.
"Oh, it was a succubus," Dean said.
"So what happened?" Sam asked.
"'Got the bitch into bed and Dad torched her," was Dean's reply. He looked over. "It's the only time they're vulnerable, when they're in bed with a man; although Dad sure took his time coming in with the flamethrower; for a minute I thought he was just gonna let her have me," he explained. Sam cracked a grin at that, chuckling and shaking his head. "It's not funny," Dean said, trying to sound hurt by Sam's laughter... and failing. The smile on his face kind of spoiled it.
"What did you do?" Sam asked.
"I punched her in the-"
"Not about the succubus," Sam said. "What did you do that gave you reason to believe Dad was going to leave you to her?" he asked.
"What makes you so sure I did something?"
"Because Dad always cuts it close if we don't act like adults; has done ever since we were teenagers." Sam said. "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing too drastic," Dean said. He saw Sam's questioning look. "You keep your mind on the road," Dean ordered, and with a small shrug, Sam turned his attention back to the road.
"How far?" Sam asked.
"A day's drive, maybe a little less if we push it," was Dean's answer. He leaned back against the headrest of his seat. "Wake me when it's my turn to drive," he said.
"Yeah, whatever," Sam said, still smiling as he tried to keep his mind from wandering to whatever it was Dean could've done to cause their father to cut it so close.
Just as Dean had said, it took them just under a day to Newbridge, which happened to be named after the (now very old) bridge that crossed over a river right before a treacherous steep drop resulting in a waterfall.
"You sure it wasn't something else you fought in this town?" Sam asked as they drove into town alongside the river. "Like maybe a water spirit or something?"
"Nope, definitely a succubus," Dean said. "I wonder what it is that's taken up residence here this time," he said, looking out his window.
"Let's find out in the morning," Sam said, suppressing a yawn. "I need to get some sleep in something that isn't a car seat."
"Well, there's a motel just down the road," Dean said. "We can crash there for the night." He drove them into the motel parking lot, and got out of the car. Sam followed him a few seconds later, though instead of following Dean inside, he went around the back of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out his backpack and Dean's duffle bag. They'd be going straight to sleep, as far as Sam guessed, so it wasn't necessary to bring in the laptop or any of their supplies just yet. Truth be told, Sam was so tired he could've crashed in the front seat of the car if he'd really had to. Thankfully, he hadn't had to, because that would've equalled a lousy night's sleep.
"Hey, Sam, you comin' or what?" Dean called over his shoulder from the door, looking at the younger man who was getting their bags. Sam nodded.
"Yeah, coming." He said, shouldering the backpack and pulling the trunk shut, locking it, and then running to join his brother as Dean approached the front desk inside.
"Dean Winchester? It can't be." Sam and Dean both turned to look in the direction of the voice, which turned out to belong to a young man, or more boy in his late teens, who stood maybe an inch taller then Dean, with short, slightly untidy blonde hair. Dean cracked a grin at the youth.
"Johnny Fields." He said. He walked over and embraced the youth, which came as an extreme shock to Sam; Dean rarely showed such open acts of affection for anyone who wasn't an attractive member of the opposite sex, and it was rarely as lacking in sexual advances as this embrace was. It was merely two old friends greeting each other. In this case, one of them looked barely eighteen.
After a moment, Dean pulled back, a smile on his face. "Last time I saw you, you were a strapping young lad of five foot ten." Then he frowned, looking the boy up and down. "When did you get taller then me?" He demanded.
The boy, Johnny, gave a small laugh. "Some time last summer." He said. Sam cleared his throat. Loudly. Dean looked over his shoulder, as if only just remembering his brother was there.
"Right, uh, Johnny, this is my brother, Sam." He said, gesturing toward his brother. "Sam, this is Johnny Fields. I met him the last time I was here."
"On that note, why are you back?" Johnny asked the older man. "I thought you'd done whatever it was you needed to do the last time you were here." He said, looking between Dean and Sam.
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't as finished as Dad and I thought." Dean said. "So what are you doing here? Don't tell me you actually moved out of your parents house." Johnny looked a little uneasy for a minute. Then he grinned and shook his head.
"Not in this lifetime." He said. "No, I got a job here to help pay for the rent." He said. "I figured since I am now legally an adult, I should help my parents pay some of the rent." Dean eyed the young man suspiciously. "The busted up CD player in my car has nothing to do with it, I swear." Johnny added, his grin going wider. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Great, another one like you." He said. He shifted his backpack to his other shoulder. "If you two don't mind, I need to go begin an intense study of the inside of my eyelids. Good to meet you, goodnight." And with that, Sam walked off in the direction of the room (after getting directions from the young woman at the front desk – Sam momentarily wondered how much charm Dean had put on and how low he'd gotten the price).
Dean nodded briefly to Sam, before turning his attention back to Johnny. "So, how you been?" He asked, "Last time I saw you, I recall you were having some family troubles, and you were trying to blackmail me into buying you beer." Johnny gave a laugh.
"Ah, the good old days." He said. "Yeah, well, Dad stopped drinking; Mum actually got up off the couch and went out and found a job. And Kit…" He trailed off, seeing Dean's somewhat uneasy expression.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Just don't get on her bad side." Johnny warned. Dean nodded. The last time he'd been here, Kit, Johnny's older sister, had been a hot-headed, eighteen-year-old who had coerced Dean into getting drunk and then had driven him home to have sex with; when Kit's parents caught them on the couch, they moved out to the impala, and did it on the hood of the car (because Dean, even in his drunken state, refused to do it on the back seat).
Kit had 'forgotten' about it by the next morning, and refused to admit she even knew him until they were introduced. The young red-head, as it turned out, had done this to at least half the male population of the town, and any and all visitors (male or female) who were close enough to her age, and one or two who weren't.
Suddenly feeling a lot less tired then he had, Dean looked around the room. "So, what time do you get off? Now that you're legal, I wouldn't mind buying you that beer." He said. Johnny laughed.
"I'll be off in about five minutes; I know just the place we can go." He said.
"So, anything new been happening in town recently?" Dean asked, leaning back against the booth he and Johnny were sitting in. If anyone could get him up to date on anything strange, it was Johnny, who, it seemed, heard all the local gossip while working at the motel.
"Nothing too interesting." Johnny said, taking a sip of his beer, and trying to hide his distaste. Dean tried not to smile when he saw the youth swallowing the small mouthful, with only a little difficulty. Johnny obviously became aware Dean knew how little he ever wanted to drink beer again and didn't want to talk about it, so he added quickly, "Unless you count a couple of guys dying in bed." Dean almost choked on his beer. Johnny frowned as Dean coughed and spluttered, giving the older man a chance to recover. "You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Dean said when he'd finally stopped coughing. "You said guys have been dying in bed?" He asked. Johnny nodded, eyeing Dean strangely.
"Yeah… no one can explain it; it's like they just… I don't know, wore out." He said. "Mum's getting worried; doesn't like me being out so long after dark. She actually started telling Kit to come pick me up from my job, y'know." Dean laughed.
"I bet that went down well." He said, taking another gulp of his beer.
"Oh, no, she was really good about it." Johnny said, looking like he was trying hard to keep a straight face. "She, uh…" He snorted. "She put her fist through the door." They both let out a short burst of laughter.
"Yep, that definitely sounds like the Kit I knew and lusted." Dean said. "How is the little nymphomaniac?" He asked, though his mind was still vaguely on what Johnny had told him; men found dead in their beds, appearing to be completely worn out. It wasn't exactly an unfamiliar scenario to him.
"Oh, she's doing well." Johnny said. "She moved out; about ten minutes after the door fiasco… She's more or less living in the back seat of her car at the moment; I bring her dinner." He said proudly, like he was pleased that his sister was depending on him for food. Dean grinned at his friend; though Johnny had been little more then sixteen when they'd first met, and Dean had been twenty-four, the two had instantly become friends; something that didn't happen to often in Dean's line of work, and it felt good to be able to hang with someone he knew who wasn't his brother.
"We should probably get going soon." Johnny said, glancing at the clock. "Mum'll start getting worried if I'm not home by eleven." He made one last attempt to enjoy is beer (failing miserably), and then got to his feet, tossing the bottle into a nearby trashcan. "Can I drop you off at the motel?" He asked.
"Yeah, that'd be good thanks." Dean said, getting to his feet with the youth.
Johnny led Dean out to the car, and Dean frowned at the dark green Volkswagen Johnny owned. "Seriously dude, your car is a disappointment and a disgrace to the road it's driven on." He said. "I'm actually not surprised your CD player got busted up; it probably died from embarrassment, I know I would."
"Just be thankful it's night," Johnny said, getting into the car. "At least no one will be able to see you in it." He grinned at Dean, and waited for the older man to walk around and get into the passengers seat. Johnny grinned at his friend, then put the car in gear and pulled out onto the road. The motel was a good ten or fifteen minutes away, and they drove in silence for about five. Then Johnny said something Dean never thought he'd hear another guy (let alone a guy who barely knew Sam) say: "You're brother's cute."
Dean wasn't sure if he should be shocked, surprised or horrified that someone thought his brother was cute, without even looking twice at him. The fact that Johnny was a guy didn't even factor into these thoughts.
"I suppose… if you're into the whole tall, dark and geeky thing." He said, trying to play it cool while his mind worked overtime to figure out if Johnny was about to asked what he was about to ask.
"How long are you guys in town?" The eighteen-year-old asked.
"Uh… dunno…" Dean said evasively. Johnny couldn't really… could he? "Depends how long it takes to clear up our… job." He said. Johnny nodded. Oh, god, he did. Dean tried very hard to think what to do with this startling information; the first thing that came to mind was telling Johnny that Sam was straight and to leave it at that. But then Dean remembered the one or two guys Sam had brought home (while their Dad was conveniently away on a hunt) during his puberty years. He even brought one home after he turned sixteen, but after that seemed to swear off men.
"Oh, okay…" Johnny said, breaking into Dean's thought. He didn't press the subject, obviously noticing the tension that had suddenly appeared between them. Dean glanced at the young man, whom just a couple years earlier had seemed little more then a boy. It never failed to amaze Dean how much someone could change in just a few short years. Though it probably should, considering he'd grown more responsible by the age of six then most people were at age eighteen. He'd gone from an innocent four-year-old boy to a grown man in all but physical appearance in just two short years.
Johnny obviously didn't want to leave with the tension between them, so as they pulled up by the motel, he put a hand on Dean's shoulder, thankful when Dean was at least not bothered by the gesture like some guys were after learning about him.
"I'm sorry; I probably shouldn't have brought this up now." He said.
"Nah, it's okay." Dean said, sending a grin over his shoulder. "I was just surprised you looked straight past me and went for Sammy." Johnny scoffed.
"Same old Dean." He said with a grin of his own. Dean's joke told him they were okay. That was his way; telling people how he felt by covering his feelings up with sarcasm and jokes. You just had to know how to translate. "I'll see you?" He asked.
"You work here don't you?" Dean asked, not expecting an answer. "Yeah, you'll see me." He said, like Johnny didn't already know. "'Night dude." He said, getting out of the car and walking towards the motel.
"'Night Dean." Johnny said, glad to have the older man back in town. They'd gotten close the last time he'd been there, and he was thankful that closeness hadn't faded away over the two years since he'd seen Dean. They'd sent a couple emails, Dean even sent him a letter at one stage, but that wasn't really very much in the big scheme of things.
Dean watched as the eighteen-year-old drove away in his disgrace of a car. He gave a half-smile and shook his head. The young man was a great deal more open and care free then he had been two years earlier, when Dean had first met him. He was glad to see Johnny had learned to open himself up to people; something about the teen had hit Dean somewhere deep; maybe he reminded him a little of Sam. Or maybe he reminded him a little of himself. Whatever it was, it made Dean feel good to see the boy happy.
With that thought, the young hunter turned and headed toward the motel room, a half-smile on his face as he thought of the possibility of Sam going out with Johnny; maybe it wasn't as bizarre as he'd first thought…
With that in mind, he opened the door and walked in, careful to be quiet so as not to wake up Sam. As he settled down in bed, he finally let the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind have free reign, considering the possibilities of what they were up against.
A/N: So, what did y'all think of the beginning? Was I too forward with Johnny being attracted to Sam? What did you think of him as a whole? There are many, many more questions I'd like to ask, but I cannot for the life of me think what they are. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Now please make your way to the review button and leave me a little message to say what you think. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be ignored completely.Where to Now?
