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Sam wanted to hate Dean but he couldn't.
Sam paused in his research and leaned back in his chair.
He loved Dean. He loved those moments on the road where Dean would talk to him in a carefree manner. The times Dean would force him to sing along with him.
When you traveled with someone who wasn't family, you learned a lot about them. Every like and dislike that person has.
Dean was one complicated person.
Our kiss didn't mean a thing.
He's lying, Sam decided. No one on earth could give a kiss that sincere and that trusting, and not mean it. Not even Dean Winchester.
The first time they had checked into a hotel had been awkward, Sam recalled with a smile. The lady had looked at them and grinned sweetly. Sam had half-expected her to start flirting with Dean like every other female they had met so far seemed to do.
"How many nights?" she asked politely.
Dean had put on his 'Yes, I am that cute' grin on and told her, "Just for the night."
Sam had rolled his eyes as he listen to the change in Dean's voice. Dean could easily go from normal likable guy to a flirt (or in Sam's opinion, a jerk), in mere seconds.
"Would you like a queen sized bed?" the pretty brunette added.
Sam started to laugh out loud but stopped when Dean glared at him.
Since then, those types of misunderstandings occurred frequently. At first it was hilarious to Sam but seemed to get less and less funny each time. After such a misunderstanding Dean would basically ignore him. One thing Sam hated more than Dean ignoring him was Dean not being there at all.
One night during one of their various hunts, Sam had waited up for Dean to return to the hotel room for what seemed like hours. He was overcome with worry for his current partner in crime. Then Dean had called him. He could hear some girl giggling in the background despite Dean telling her to shut up.
"Hey, Sammy!" Dean had started. "I'm not going to be back for a while, so don't wait up."
"Dean!" the girl groaned in the background.
Sam couldn't remember what his reply was but he knew it was quick and polite.
He remembered dialing his mother's number moments after hanging up with Dean.
Dean had issues, his mother told him, and don't get involved in them.
Even though his mother had been talking about the issues Dean had, he knew what she really meant – don't get involved with Dean.
After that he hadn't uttered one complaint about Dean or Dean's behavior. He simply talked to his mother about the hunts and asked how The Roadhouse was doing.
He must have watched five B movies that night before he fell asleep. It was the start of many lonely nights.
It wasn't like Sam couldn't flirt or that he didn't find other men, besides Dean, attractive. It was just difficult it find someone to flirt with, especially when each little town seemed to have one bar filled with men who looked like they'd beat him up if he even looked at them the wrong way.
Ashton had been the first person in a long time that he knew was gay. It was practically written all over the kid's face.
Then he saw that girl. She looked at Ashton with such loving adoration. That's when Sam knew this kid wasn't out. He was being selfish intruding in this kid's life.
It almost broke Sam when he saw the kid lower his head when they started speaking. He had been the same way for so many years. Ashamed of himself. He knew his parents would never judge him. And he knew from a very early age he was gay, which was partly Dean's fault.
But he remembered being teased at school. He recalled all the harsh and cruel words.
When he met Jess, he had loved her but knew he could never truly love her like a husband would a wife. She had been so sweet and understanding, and become his best friend in the whole world. After her death, college no longer seemed like the joyful and accepting place that they had lived in. It seemed like everyone judged him and no one loved him.
Those thoughts had been running in his head when he decided to pull Ashton into a kiss.
When he backed away, the kid looked pleasantly surprised.
"Well, you didn't punch me in the face," Sam started. He had wanted to be kissed since Dean had kissed him. So he leaned in and whispered, "And I think you enjoyed that."
Ashton was looking at him hopefully as they locked lips. Sam could tell they were both starved for attention. The kiss got heated up rather quickly. A soft moan escaped Ashton's lips as Sam pressed him up against the wall.
Sam didn't have much experience in kissing. He'd gone on a couple of dates in college. Dean had kissed him. Dean's kiss had been intoxicating. Sam found himself trying to mirror the kiss he'd shared with Dean. Sam could have kissed Ashton forever. He imagined that maybe one day he and Dean would be like this. Lips crushed together, bodies aligned, each panting for air in-between heated but sweet kisses.
"Achem."
As a hunter, Sam found himself flushed with embarrassment as he pulled himself away from Ashton. Not only had he not noticed Dean standing there but he didn't see the other person next to him. The kid was Ashton's age and he looked shocked.
"Jon," Ashton had started.
What had really worried Sam was the expression on Jon's face. The kid did not look disgusted or angry. He wore an expression of betrayal. He looked disappointed as he walked away. Apparently, this kid had liked Ashton but was too afraid to say anything about it. It was so obvious.
Sam had not only out-ed the poor kid but ruined his chance of being with someone.
Sam groaned and placed his hands over his face. He was so good at screwing things up. His research was going no where at all. Everything he found was useless. The deaths on Demon's road were being kept quiet. Why, he didn't know.
"You won't find anything there."
Sam nearly fell out of his chair when he heard a voice speak up. He looked at the doorway where the kid named Jon stood. He was leaning against the door with his arms crossed in front of him. He wore a stubborn glare that kind of reminded him of Dean.
"Excuse me," Sam started, wondering what this kid could possible know.
"What you want to know isn't there," Jon said with almost an annoyed growl.
"What is it I want to know?"
Sam watched the kid groan.
"You need to know what ghost is haunting Demon's Road. Because if this thing is still there then whatever body John burned wasn't the right one."
"John Winchester?"
Sam could hear his own heart pounding over the awkward silence. Dean's father had been here in Huntsville.
"Yes. John Winchester thought he destroyed the body of the man haunting Demon's Road, but he was wrong."
Sam reached into his pocket and began fumbling with his phone. He had to call Dean and let him know.
"How do you know that wasn't the right body?" he asked, as he put the phone to his ear.
As it started ringing, Jon answered, "Because I know where the body is."
Sam heard the phone crash to the ground but did not move to pick it up.
When the ringing stopped he could hear Dean's voice through the phone on the floor. "Sam!"
Sam looked the kid over again. He didn't look dangerous or threatening. Jon hadn't even moved an inch.
"Look there isn't much time," Jon started. "But you're going to have to trust me."
"Sam!"
Sam picked up the phone and canceled the call. Dean would be angry because he hung up, he hoped. Dean wouldn't worry about him – he never did.
"Someone told me they saw Reina and Ashton leave in your friend's car. That means they're going to Demon's Road to show him where his father burned the body," he explained. "We need to find them and I can show you where the actual body is."
"How do you know-"
"I'd rather not talk about it," the stubborn kid added.
Sam was worried even though he knew this kid wasn't a threat to him. He could beat up a kid this size in his sleep. Something was unsettling about him though.
"Well, are you coming?" Jon appeared to be anxious. But it was the worry in his eyes that convinced Sam to trust him.
Sam nodded and followed Jon out of the library. He felt his phone vibrating in his hand. He answered it as he followed Jon to the parking lot where the kid's truck was parked.
"I'm on my way there, Dean." Not even listening to the reply from Dean he hung up the phone. He looked at the kid as they climbed into the black truck.
"You've got to tell me what you know," Sam finally stated.
Jon simply nodded. "I…need to tell Ashton and Reina this too, so can it wait?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sam sighed. As the engine turned over Sam realized that this was going to be a long night.
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Night had fallen as Dean, Reina and Ashton drove towards Demon's Road. Dean hummed along to his Metallica tape as they drove out of town.
"Take a right up here," the bossy girl instructed.
Dean obeyed but didn't speak. He continued humming. After hearing the story of his father and the dumb three kids, he really wasn't all that interested in talking.
The children, who really weren't children, chattered to themselves. In this case, the girl talked and the boy, Ashton barely mumbled back. Dean smiled at the fact that Ashton didn't seem to want to talk to him. The girl, Reina, was full of annoying questions.
"So if ghost are real does that mean vampires are too! That's so scary!" she exclaimed.
Dean rolled his eyes and answered, "I'd be more afraid of what's under your bed than vampires."
He grinned as the girl went silent for a moment.
"Well," she huffed, "If you've seen the dorms, you'd be scared of what's under the bed too!"
Dean laughed at her. He wasn't anti-social but sometimes he forgot how carefree the rest of the world really was. He was a smart-alec like her. She seemed like a sweet girl. The kind you marry and let your mom meet, not the one you jumped into bed with. Maybe Dean never dated sweet women because he didn't have a mother to bring the girl home to.
Dean quickly decided those type of thoughts were too deep and needed to end. He continued to follow the girl's directions. When they reached Demon's Road, he noticed the street sign said, Bowden Road. He noted the pretty white houses with white picket fences along the street. The houses were far off the street itself and all had their own long driveway. They were big houses.
"So, what's scary about this road?" Dean inquired.
He heard someone mumble something but couldn't make it out. That's when he saw a small cemetery off the road.
"I guess that could be scary," he mumbled.
Dean often wondered what it would be like to spend the night in a graveyard. But knowing what he did, he wasn't stupid enough to try it. When Dean's phone started ringing both Reina and Ashton jumped half way off their seats.
Dean laughed and laughed. With the children glaring at him, he looked at his phone.
Sam.
Dean almost didn't want to speak to him, didn't want to hear his smooth voice. But he answered the call anyway.
"Hello." Dean waited to hear Sam say a half-hearted hello, and expected him to go right into the conversion, betting he'd still be angry at Dean for bossing him around.
Dean heard nothing but Sam's light breathing in the background.
"Sam," he called softly.
Then he heard a voice speaking and the phone hitting the ground.
"Sam?" He pulled the Impala over and stopped the car.
"Sam!" He tried again, attempting to sound less angry and worried. The click of a call disconnected was like a slap in the face.
Dean automatically wondered if Sam was in danger. If he was, he'd never forgive himself. He remembered their last conversation.
Our kiss didn't mean a thing.
Dean had even surprised himself with that cruel statement. He looked at Reina who was staring at him with a frightened look. She looked away from him and started talking to the quiet to basically non-existent Ashton. If Ashton was the last person to ever kiss his Sam, Dean would never forgive himself.
He calmly smiled at them and dialed Sam's number, counting every time it rang, hoping it would be answered.
The click, signaling his call had been accepted, automatically calmed Dean down.
"Sam?"
"I'm on my way there, Dean." Sam voice sounded composed But Dean knew his Sammy. Something was wrong – it had to be.
"Sam, wait," Dean ordered but was answered with the flat tone of a disconnected line. He growled in frustration and gripped his steering wheel tightly.
"So where the hell is that body?" Dean finally spoke up.
For the first time since they started the drive Ashton spoke up, "In there." He pointed towards the wooded area past the cemetery.
Dean opened his door and made his way to the Impala's trunk. He loaded a few guns as Reina stepped out of the car.
"Do you know how to fire a gun?" he asked as he threw one of the salt-shell rifles at her.
"No!" She exclaimed when she caught it.
"But you watch movies, right?" he joked with a smile. When he realized she was still frowning, he groaned and walked over to the Hispanic girl. He gave her 'firing a gun 101' and then handed her another gun.
"Give that to your little boyfriend," he murmured.
He felt like an idiot when he saw Reina blush. Even in the darkness of night he could see the flush on her brown cheeks. She obviously didn't know Ashton wasn't into girls.
She handed the gun to Ashton who was still in the backseat.
"Kid, get out of the car," Dean ordered.
"No!" Ashton snapped.
Dean was sort of shocked the kid had any ounce of defiance in him.
"Sir!" Reina snapped.
He rolled his eyes. These Texas teenagers were so strange calling each other, 'sir' and 'ma'am' instead of by their names.
"He's being baby," Dean injected angrily. He needed to find that body. According to the reports his father had sent him at least twenty people had been murdered on this road. The murders had stopped after his father had been here but then the murder of Marsha Rogers had happened. He needed to kill whatever it was murdering people and fast.
"Hey!"
Dean smiled as the riled up kid basically jumped out of the back seat.
"Alrighty then, let's go find that dead body," he laughed. But no one laughed with him, so that took some of the fun out of it.
Dean followed the girl as she and Ashton tried to lead him back to the spot where John had taken them. When they finally located it, the hole was easy to see. Dean found it strange that his father hadn't covered it up.
There was nothing but dirt and ash in the hole.
"Hold this," he ordered, handing his gun to Reina as he climbed in.
"What are you doing?" she yelled.
He looked up and could barely see her face in the darkness. "Obviously, I'm checking for remains," he answered, "How did you get into college?" His last part was more of an unclear mutter.
There was nothing but ashes. That could only mean one thing. This had not been the right body.
Dean groaned as he climbed out of the makeshift grave.
"So my dad didn't explain how he found the body, who it was, or anything like that?" Dean asked as he tried to get all the dirt off of him.
"No, he didn't." she sighed, "and when I set the body on fire the ghost disappeared."
"Like, fiery disappeared?" He inquired.
"I don't know, my eyes were closed," she snapped.
"No."
Dean turned to Ashton who looked frightened.
"He just disappeared."
Dean sighed.
"Great," he murmured.
"Dean."
"WHAT!" he snapped. He suddenly realized both Ashton and Reina were standing behind him. He looked in front of them and saw what was without a mistake, a ghost. But it wasn't looking at them or even coming towards them, it was walking towards the road.
"Is that the same ghost?" he whispered. He moved closer to it so he could see where exactly it was heading.
"Yes," he heard Reina whisper. "I think so."
"Stay close," he told them. He wasn't going to let people his father had saved get killed.
They moved through the darkness closer to the road. The he spotted a black truck parking behind the Impala.
"Jon," Dean heard Ashton gasp.
He watched the boy he's met earlier climbed out of the driver's side of the car. Then the passenger door opened.
"Sam."
Dean looked away from the truck back to the ghost and realized he it was headed straight towards Jon and Sam.
"SAM!"
We Hunt Demons
Summary: Sam Harvelle and Dean Winchester are hunters searching for Dean's father and answers to some hard questions. Trouble seems to follow Sam wherever they go. Maybe hunting down a certain yellow-eyed demon that is haunting Sammy will be the only thing to end their struggle.
Warnings: Alternative Universe. Slash.
Author's notes: This is a sequel to I Call Him Sammy. Can be read alone but it the prequel is so much fun! )