I'm With You
Dean knew that he'd have to take care of this bastard sooner rather then later. If he let him get away with it, he would surely come after Sammy. It was for this reason that Dean slipped out of the motel room while Sam slept, having cried himself to sleep after revealing that this bastard had abused him. Dean assumed it was this 'Lucas' dude, considering Sams reaction when he'd tried to wake him before. Walking out to the impala, in full view of the motel room he settled down on the hood, leaning back against the window.
Pulling out his cell phone he hit speed dial 2, and put it to his ear. After three rings someone answered. "Hello?" "Bobby." "Dean! How are ya boy?" "Good...good. Listen, I uh found Sammy." "Really? That's great. Ya'll are gonna come visit right?" "Yea we're gonna head there today after Sammy wakes up. Listen, there is something I need to tell you." "Alright?" Bobby sounded confused, and weary. "Some douche bag has been abusing Sammy." "WHAT?" "Yea...That was kind of my reaction. So when we get there, I need you to keep Sam distracted while I track down this 'Lucas' and kick his sorry ass. No one fucks with Sammy and gets away with it." "Sure, whatever you need. Just make sure to kick hiss ass for me too." "Course."
Dean noticed Sam getting off the bed and coughed "Well gotta go. Sams up, We should be there by tomorrow." "Alright, and tell Sam I said Hey." "Will do" With that he ended the call and swung his legs off the side of the hood just as Sam opened to motel room door already dressed and rubbing at his eyes. "De? What are you doing?" Sam asked, slowly walking towards the car. "We're gonna head to Bobbys today. I told him I found ya. He says Hi, can't wait to see ya." Dean replied, hoping off the car and leaning back against the hood. Sam looked at him weird, like he didn't believe that for a second before shrugging "Okay...When do we leave?" Sam asked a confused look on his face. "Now" Dean replied, smirking at his brother as he pushed away from the Impala. "Already packed everything except for your clean set of clothes...that you have on. Sooo grab the dirty, and lets get goin'."
Sam shook his head, but turned back into the room and grabbed his dirty clothes before stuffing em in the front of Deans duffel away from the clean clothes, considering the outfit he'd given him was one he'd left behind before he left. He then slid into the car, and waited while Dean checked out and came back. They were off then, though Sam was confused with the sudden departure. "De...why are we leaving so suddenly?" He asked, a half hour into the drive. "Didn't want to take the chance that Lucas would find you." Dean replied, pulling onto the highway. "Oh...Wait how'd you know he's named Lucas?" Sam asked, looking at Dean like he'd done something wrong. "I tried to wake you up yesterday...you freaked out and said 'I'm sorry Lucas' just figured thats the dickwads name. Was I right?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam and seeing Sam nod.
They fell silent then, it wasn't one of those awkward silences where you struggled to find something, anything to talk about. It was an easy silence, one that was comfortable thanks to the fact they knew each other so well that they didn't really need to speak. Deans music played quietly in the background, the only sound in the car and that was the only sound they needed. Soon enough Sams eyes began to drift shut, closing as he stared out the window. Either he was exhausted or it was a sign that he trusted Dean with his life still, even after what he'd been through. Dean personally hoped it was the later. He knew that it'd be a long drive and that they'd most likely stop along the way. What he didn't notice however, and would later kick himself for was the navy blue dodge charger that was following them.
Several hours later when Dean was to tired to continue driving he pulled into the parking lot of a run down motel. Parking outside the office, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Sam still fast asleep, his head resting on the jacket that Dean had handed him when he woke him up just enough to tell him to use it as a pillow. No need to let Sam get brain damage from hitting his head on the window every time they hit a bump right? Getting out he walked into the office. "Can I help you?" The blonde behind the desk asked. "Uh yea, one room for tonight." "King or two queens?" "Two queens." He said, no need to cause Sam to freak out if he woke up in the same bed as someone, even if that someone was his big brother. She looked out the window, where you could just barely make out the shadowed shape of Sam, it was clearly a male as well. "I bet." She whispered. "What?" Dean asked, and she shook her head. "Room 13." She said, placing two keys on the desk and Dean paid for the night.
Walking back out to the Impala he caught sight of the navy blue charger pulling into the parking lot, but once again thought nothing of it. Opening the trunk he grabbed his duffel and slung it over his shoulder, before slamming the trunk and laughing when Sam jumped at the sound. "Easy Samantha." He smirked at the answering glare he got as Sam opened the passenger side door. "Jerk." Sam grumbled. "Bitch" Was Deans response, smirk still in place. Sam shook his head, before accepting the key from his brother as Dean lead the way to the room. Dean used his key to unlock the door, just in time for Sam to shuffle closer to him. Dean glanced over his shoulder, and seeing the frightened look on his face frowned. "Whats wrong?" He asked, holding the door open and pushing Sam through first. "N..nothing just...thought I saw...Never mind, just my mind playing tricks." Sam replied, moving into the room and towards the bed furthest from the door out of habit.
Deans brows furrowed, before stepping into the room before he shut and locked the door. Putting his duffel down on the bed, he opened the bag and pulled out the salt lining the door and windows before placing it back. He wasn't stupid, he knew something had upset his brother and wasn't taking chances. Reaching into the bag again he pulled out his .45 caliber Colt MK IV pistol with ivory grips from the bag. Sam glanced over at him from where he sat on his bed, legs crossed at the ankles as he stared at the wall. Though he said nothing, he was glad that Dean was prepared for both human, and supernatural things. Of course, he knew he shouldn't be shocked. After all Dean had always protected him and watched his back, until he'd left his brother without so much as a goodbye.
Dean however was to busy loading his gun to notice his brother staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He had sworn to protect Sam, ever since they were little and he'd already failed once. He should have tried harder to find Sam, beaten the shit outta Castiel or done SOMETHING To find him. However he didn't do that, and now Sam was scared and broken even though he was acting like his old self outside the motel. The thought of the old days caused him to smirk. "What are you smirking about?" Sam asked, quietly. Dean glanced up from what he was doing. "You." Dean replied, vaguely. Sam raised a brow at this, and a questioning look crossed his face. "Just memories Sammy." Dean clarified after a moment and Sam smirked. "Ah." He replied, thinking of all the times they had prank wars, like when he'd super-glued a beer bottle to Deans hand. "Good times." Dean nodded "Good times indeed, and many more to come." He had no intentions of losing Sam again, even if he had to handcuff Sam to himself.
Sam smiled then and nodded "Hopefully..." He didn't need to voice what he was thinking. Dean knew he was afraid Lucas would find him, force him to go with him or kill him or even worse kill Dean. Dean placed his gun on his bed and got up, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "Nothing bads going to happen to you. Not while I'm watching over you." He promised, his hazel eyes staring into Sams green ones. "I believe you..." Sam whispered, and while he did believe that Dean would do everything in his power to keep him safe he was still afraid. Dean nodded after a minute, before placing the now loaded gun under his pillow and standing from the bed. "Go take a shower or something. I'm going to fix dinner." Dean said, moving towards the makeshift kitchen in the motel room. Sam nodded then hesitated "Er I don't have anymore clean clothes." Dean turned and raised a brow "Dude, you really think I'd come without bringing some in your size?" He moved towards his duffel and pulled out a brand new T-shirt, brand new jeans, and boxers before laying them on the bed. "Thanks, De." Sam whispered and Dean nodded, though there was no need for thanks.
When Sam disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower, Dean moved back to the kitchen with a box of cheesy chicken in his hand. He also pulled out the pan he'd stuffed in there from another bag, knowing that he'd have to get Sam to eat at least one 'real' meal. If you could call this stuff real of course. After pouring everything into the pan, he placed it in the oven and made sure to keep track of the time. By time Sam got out of the shower, forty five minutes later the food was done and Dean was dipping it up onto paper plates. "Dinner is served" Dean said, turning around to see Sam buttoning his jeans. "Alright." Dean couldn't help but stare, Sam was bare chested and his torso was covered in different shades of bruises. "Sammy..." He sighed and Sam glanced down before looking to Dean and then at the ground, hastily pulling on his shirt. Dean moved towards him, stopping him from pulling the shirt down. "Why didn't you tell me, or Cas? He could have healed them..." Dean asked in a whisper. Sam continued to stare at the ground, refusing to meet Deans gaze. "I didn't want to worry you..." He said softly.
Dean frowned, before gently lifting Sams head to gaze into his eyes. "I'm worried now." Dean replied, glancing back to the bruises and gently placing his hand on one of the worse looking ones. "God Sammy.." Tears welled up in his eyes, this wouldn't have happened if he'd looked for Sam harder...this was his fault. Sam saw his brothers eyes tearing up and he moved closer, burying his face in Deans neck as he hugged his brother. "I'm okay De...I'm okay now." He whispered in his brothers ear. "My hero came and saved me from him." He added, a smirk playing at his lips. Dean wiped his eyes, gently hugging his brother. "Damn right I did. Sammy...If I ever get my hands on him..." He trailed off. "De..you can't kill him." Sam replied quietly, letting go of Dean and stepping back. "Why the hell not? SAM HE HURT YOU! IN THE WORSE POSSIBLE WAY!" Dean shouted, then regretted it when Sam flinched. "De, I know...but please...give me your word you won't kill him. I can't lose you. You'd go to prison...please." Sam pleaded, staring at Dean. "I promise I'll try. Thats the best you're going to get Sammy." Sam sighed and nodded. "Come on, dinners getting cold." He whispered, heading into the make shift kitchen and grabbing their plates, handing one to Dean before settling down on his bed.
Dean stood there, shocked for a few minutes before he moved towards his bed with the plate and settled down as well. After they finished eating, he tossed the plates and washed the forks off before going to take a shower. When he came back out, Sam was already asleep. A smirk spread across his face as he pulled the covers over Sam, before going to bed himself.
The next morning Dean woke up first, and began loading their stuff into the Impala. There was very little stuff they'd brought in, a whole whopping bag. Woo. Glancing up from the trunk when he heard another door shut. Dean glanced around, soon finding the source to be another blonde man loading up his own car, a navy blue dodge charger. The man caught him looking and walked over "Nice car. What year is it?" He asked, and Dean glanced back to his car shutting the trunk "1967" He replied, leaning against the side of the car. "Sweet. Always was a fan of classic cars." "Thanks." Dean said, feeling uneasy about this guy. "Well hey, nice talking to ya but We've gotta head out." "Alright." Lucas nodded before heading back to his car and sliding in just as Dean walked into the motel room to wake Sammy. "Sam man, come on get up and dressed. We gotta get a move on." Dean said, gently shaking Sam. The reaction was the same as last time. Sam launched himself away from Dean, however this time he ended up on the floor leaning against the wall curled up in a little ball ."I'm sorry Lucas! Please don't hurt me!" Dean felt his heart break a little more at the sight. Squatting down to his brothers level he lifted Sams face up. "Just me, Its Dean Sammy." Dean said softly. Recognition flashed in Sams eyes and he relaxed "Sorry." Was the quiet reply. "Theres no need to be sorry Sammy. Come on, get dressed so we can hit the road." Dean replied, pulling Sam up with him.
Fifteen minutes they were back on the road, the music playing softly in the background again as Sam stared out the window in silence. Dean didn't mind the quiet, and he knew that Sam needed to think things through. It wasn't every day that you left your boyfriend who abused you, and were now 'on the run' with your brother. So Dean let him have his quiet, and instead busied himself with listening to the music. Four hours later, as they were pulling onto the road that would lead them to Bobbies, Sam spoke. "Thank you." Two simple words, yet they made Dean grin slightly before glancing over. "For what?" He asked, a confused look plastered on his face. "For coming and getting me..Ya could have told me to fuck off...probably should have." Sam replied. Dean shook his head, pulling over just outside the salvage yard that Bobby owned. "Sammy, I told ya before. You aren't getting rid of me. I'll always come and get you, your stuck with me."
They didn't get to say anything after that, because that same navy blue charger pulled up behind them. "What the hell, this dude followed us?" Dean said, glancing in the side view mirror. Sam looked back out the back window and froze. "De" He said weakly. "What?" Dean asked, reaching under his drivers seat for his pistol. "Thats Lucas." Dean glared "Son of a bitch" Before pushing the door open and sliding out, tucking his pistol into the back of his pants and pulling his shirt over it as he stood. Sam got out of the car, and moved around the hood to stand behind Dean as Lucas walked towards them. "Oh look little 'Sammy' has to be a coward and hide behind big brother. To much of a bitch to face me?" Lucas taunted, glaring at Sam. Dean stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists. "No one but Me gets to call him Sammy, and if you so much as look at him again I will kill you." Dean growled out, but before he could move forward anymore Sams hand was placed on his arm in a restraining manner and a whispered "You promised." Was muttered behind him.
Dean glanced back, just turning his head to see Sam out of the corner of his eye. Sam was pleading with him, giving him his puppy eyes. Damnit. "Oh ho I'm so scared." Lucas replied, scoffing. "You have something that belongs to me, now hand him over and we'll leave all peaceful like." He continued and Dean grit his teeth. "Want him? Come and take him." Sam took the cue and stepped back knowing that Dean could easily kick Lucas' ass. They'd both been trained in combat since they were like seven. Lucas caught sight of Sam moving back and smirked "Gladly." Dean looked relaxed to the untrained eye, but Sam saw his muscles tense as Lucas moved towards him and when Lucas' fist came towards his face he quickly ducked the blow while swinging his leg out as he spun around, kicking Lucas' legs from out from under him. Sam couldn't help but smirk at the sickening crack he heard when Lucas' head hit the road. "Come on." Dean said, standing once more and glaring down at Lucas.
Sam couldn't believe Lucas' stupidity, as he slowly rolled over to get up off the ground. You would think he would have stayed down, after Dean incapacitated him so easily. Dean waited patiently, and when Lucas barely stood Deans fist flew out, punching Lucas in the stomach causing him to bend over in pain, only to be greeted with a knee to the face. Lucas collapsed back to the ground, groaning in pain. "Who's the bitch now?" Dean asked, moving towards Lucas when Bobby appeared around the fence with Rumsfeld in tow as well as a shotgun. Sam couldn't help but smirk. "Problem here boys?" Bobby asked, cocking the shotgun as he stared at the downed Lucas. "We were just having a little chat, Bobby." Dean replied glaring down at Lucas. "Oh?" Was Bobbies questioning response. "What about?" He continued. "Him never coming near my Sammy again." Lucas was still rolling on the ground gasping for breath. "Lucas I take it?" Bobby asked moving up next to Dean, at Lucas' nod Bobbies shotgun was suddenly aimed at him. "Get out of here. If I ever hear of you comin' into the same town as Sam, Dean here won't have the chance to kill ya. Got it?" Lucas gasped and nodded, stuttering out a 'yes' before shakily getting to his feet and stumbling towards his car. Dean made a move to go after him, but Sam grabbed his arm again and shook his head, it was then that Dean noticed how badly Sam was shaking. "Oh Sammy" All the anger left him as he turned, and wrapped his arms around his over-sized brother. Bobby kept his gun aimed at Lucas' car until it was no longer in sight. "Come on boys. Get the car into the yard and lets have a beer." Sam and Dean both agreed, before they all got into the Impala and drove into the salvage yard, to relax from the past few days.
A/N: Woo. Longest chapter thus far. Didn't plan on it taking em that long to get to Bobbies but I guess my mind decided they needed to clear the air some. That or have some brother time, who knows. I sure as hell don't. So what'd ya'll think of Lucas appearing? Also Rumsfeld is Bobbies rottweiler, in the show he only appeared once and some assume him dead since he vanished when Meg showed up. I however don't. Next chapter will be up ASAP. This probably won't be the last time we see Lucas. R&R?