We Hunt Demons

Part Four: A

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.

"SAM!"

Dean felt his whole body freeze as he watched Sam turned to where Dean stood. Although they were far apart with darkness surrounding them, their eyes met instantly.

Years of training went to waste as Dean watched the scene start to unfold. The ghost moved and started heading straight towards Jon and Sam. Sam being the protector he was, grabbed the kid and forced him to stand behind him. Sam put out his arms in order to protect the younger kid from harm.

Before Dean knew it the black shadowy figure had reached Sam and Jon in what seemed like seconds. Dean snapped to his senses and lifted his gun. He almost fired when the ghost threw Sam into the truck and away from Jon.

When the gun went off and Dean lowered his own. He glanced over to Ashton and Reina. Ashton gun was still raised. Dean felt his face flush with shame. He hadn't fired.

By the look on Reina's face, Dean could tell she was just as shocked as he was. Ashton lowered the salt gun rifle.

Dean noticed that the kid wasn't shaking and didn't look afraid.

"Ashton!"

The three of them turned towards Jon who was yelling. He was kneeling on the ground next to Sam. Dean ran. He didn't wait to see if Reina and Ashton were following him.

This time when the ghost appeared, Dean was ready. He fired before the tall figure could even get close. He continued running till he reached them. He fell to the ground and leaned over Sammy. Sam was unconscious.

Dean placed his hands behind Sam's neck and lifted his head up. He noticed some blood flowing down the side of Sammy's face.

"Sammy," Dean murmured.

Sam eyes were closed. He looked peaceful.

Sometimes when Dean couldn't sleep at night he would turn over and glance at Sam. He slept quietly. Watching Sam sleep wasn't creepy Dean often assured himself.

"Ashton!" Dean yelled. "Keep the bastard at bay!"

Dean turned around and saw Ashton standing with the run raised. Man, that

kid was full of surprises.

"Girl…uh…Reina."

"Yes," he heard her pipe up.

He reached inside his jacket and felt his keys in his hands.

"Go to my trunk and get a bag filled with salt," Dean instructed. He paused a moment before throwing her the keys.

"Help me move him," he ordered Jon.

Dean and Jon dragged Sam away from the car and into the open field. He heard another gunshot but he didn't even look up.

When Reina return Dean ordered them all to get close. He snatched the bag from her and quickly made a ring of salt around them.

"Hey kid. You can lower the gun. We're safe in here."

When he finished creating the circle, he kneeled back down towards Sammy.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he mumbled. He brushed Sam's bangs away from his eyes. It was quiet, except for a random scream here and there. The ghost would appear and disappear, which scared the kids.

"Dean."

He looked up at Jon who was standing with Ashton and Reina. They were clasping hands as if that would make them safer.

"We need to burn the body," Jon stated.

Dean stood up and faced Jon. Jon's eyes were cold, Dean decided. They were blue and icy cold.

"Yeah, well, my geek boy is unconscious so I don't know where it is," he snapped.

"I know where the body is."

Dean noticed the boy's voice was emotionless. He noticed the cringe on Jon's face as his friends let go of his hands.

"Where?" Dean asked. Reina and Ashton both looked shocked as Jon turned away from all of them.

"At the end of the cemetery there's a large oak tree. The body is buried at the foot of it," Jon answered.

"Why did you kill him?"

Dean was surprised at his own forwardness. He looked the kid in the eye again and all he saw was a flicker of an emotion that kind of looked like hurt. Hurt that could only be explained as the pain of holding a secret.

"I didn't."

Dean gave a sigh of relief and smiled as he noticed Reina and Ashton did the same. But Jon didn't seem relieved.

"Fifty years ago, two men were killed out here, Jake Morrison and Robert Carlson. They didn't do anything wrong."

Dean watched Jon wrapped his arms around him himself, as though he was keeping himself warm.

"Except they were black."

The air seemed to get tense as a ghostly moan filled the air then disappeared.

"Ever wonder why this place is called Demon's Road?" Jon continued. "Because the people who moved here and started this community weren't like the other people in town. These people, my family, were hateful sons of bitches who couldn't stand to live any way else. Anywhere that there were black people."

Dean could hear his own breathing getting louder. He looked around at the houses in the distance. The beautiful white houses that didn't look the least bit threatening before seemed almost sinister now.

"Every head of a household here belong to a 'secret society' to defend themselves against what they claimed was an inferior race."

"Are you saying that everyone who lives here is a Klan member?"

As Reina spoke, Dean watched Jon slowly nod.

"Yes, the wonderful god fearing Ku Klux Klan." Jon voice was dripping with

sarcasm and anger. "Most people aren't any more. People move in and out but the hatred seems to be part of this land."

"So, how do you know about this, Jon?" Dean watched Ashton approach Jon slowly. It wasn't hard to get near him considering the size of the circle. Dean watched Ashton tenderly place his hand in Jon's. The movement seemed familiar to both of them. Dean looked to Reina and saw the expression on her face change. She knew as well as he did that that gentle gesture meant a little more than just friendship.

"Well, kids," Dean chuckled as they all turned and looked at him. "That makes this road a hell of a lot scarier than I gave ya'll credit for."

"B-but that still doesn't explain who the g-ghost is."

Dean whipped his head around and saw Sam, awake and slowly attempting to stand up.

"Hey, Sammy, take it easy," Dean ordered.

Sam smiled at him. The smile almost said, 'No, but thanks for caring'. It was adorable, Dean decided.

"I'm fine," Sam replied. "But man my head hurts."

Dean smiled and suddenly felt himself not caring about looking weak or strong. As Sam finished standing, Dean wrapped his arms around him tightly. He held Sam for only a second before separately and meeting his gaze.

"Can you please try not to get yourself hurt?"

"I'll try," he replied with a grin.

Dean saw Ashton holding Jon in a comforting and caring way.

"So, Jon, who is it?"

"I'm really not sure," he replied. "I…my grandmother said that one body was buried in the wooded area and the other at the old oak."

"The people who have been murdered on this road, Jon, that hasn't been random," Sam stated.

Dean let his confusion show as Jon nodded.

"Everyone who has ever died on Demon's Road was a grandchild of one of the killers," he explained. "After the first couple of deaths, people started sending their kids away to college or moved out. Marsha Rogers was my next door neighbor."

Another ghostly moan filled the air as if to remind them that this wasn't over.

"She came back after college. And I stayed here. We felt like we had nothing to fear," Jon whimpered. Dean watched Ashton laid his head against Jon shoulder and knew there was no mistaking their relationship.

"We weren't like our grandparents. We don't hate people who are different. We thought that would be enough."

Dean suddenly felt bad for this kid. Usually people who were being haunted, deserved it, but this kid didn't. He was only maybe 18 or 19 years old. He should be able to live it without fear.

"Alright then," Dean announced. "How far away is this tree?"

"About a ten minute walk," he replied.

"Good," Dean smiled, "Let's make it a three minute run."

Dean felt everyone's eyes on him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Dean." Sam voice can from behind him, barely a whisper in his ear. "We can't put these kids in danger."

"Sammy, stop whispering in my ear," Dean said. "You know how that turns me on."

Dean watch Sam's pale white skin turns a blushing bride pink. Sam backed up and Dean almost missed the closeness of their bodies.

"Anyway, I only want Jon to come with us. Seeing as this ghost is trying to kill him, I thought maybe he'd like to see this through," he reasoned.

Sam nodded. Dean had taught him early on in their 'relationship' that arguing with him never really worked.

"You up for it kid?" Dean inquired.

Jon nodded.

"I'm coming with you," Ashton declared, gripping onto Jon's arm a little tighter.

"If you're going then I am too," Reina declared.

Dean rolled his eyes and said, "Uh, I only invited Jon."

Everyone groaned.

"Jon, I-" Ashton started.

Dean saw Jon turn to Ashton so that their faces were only an inch or two apart.

"Please," Jon pleaded. "This is something I need to do. I can't if I'm worrying about you."

Dean felt like an intruder at that moment. He couldn't turn away though not even when Jon closed the space between him and Ashton. The kiss was sweet and soft. It only lasted a moment before they separated.

At that moment, Dean thought of the girl. He had noted earlier in the car ride that she really cared for Ashton. He expected to see the scorned angry woman look on her face but saw only confusion. And another emotion that read like acceptance to him.

But Dean didn't have time to care about these kids' personal lives. He only had time to make sure they lived.

Dean reloaded his gun as the kids talked it over some more.

"Sam, you want to stay here and watch the kids?"

Dean really didn't want Sam to get hurt again. He needed Sam safe.

"What?" Sam's outraged tone put a smile on Dean's face.

"Well, you are the woman in the relationship."

Dean watched Sam's anger dissipate.

"You don't want me to get hurt," Sam whispered, his face filled with hope.

Dean shrugged and added, "Again."

He tried to keep his voice as cool and uncaring as possible.

"You-" Sam started.

"Can we save the warm and fuzzy crap for later?" Dean snapped.

Sam continued to smile and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll watch the kids," Sam replied. "Only cause you want me to."

"Hey, we're not kids!" Dean heard Reina yell.

"Good wife," Dean smirked.

Dean started towards Jon when he felt himself being turn around. Before he could react he felt Sam's lips on his. Dean immediately responded. He had wanted to kiss Sam so badly, since that night at the Roadhouse. Dean curled his hands around Sam's neck as the kiss deepened. Dean did something he'd rarely ever done – he let someone else dominate the kiss. He let Sam forced his mouth open. He moaned as Sam's tongue started to explore every inch of his mouth. He wondered how far back Sam's tongue would go when he heard a cough.

They separated and Dean's knew his face was flushed.

"Who's the girl now?" he heard Sam murmur.

"You always will be." Dean replied, "Sammy."

"Guys!"

They turned to meet Jon, Ashton and Reina standing, and looking impatient. Reina's hands were on her hips and she was tapping her foot against the ground.

"I've seen enough guy on guy action to last me till next year."

Her words weren't harsh but playful.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean responded with a smile. "I'm going to the car." Dean could almost hear everyone's protest. And added, "By myself."

He looked at Reina and without a word she tossed him the keys to the Impala. He just needed the shovel, salt and gasoline.

Thank god this would all be over soon. And then he and Sam could pick up where they left off. But first Dean would tell Sam the truth. If Sam still wanted to be with him after that, Dean wouldn't protest. He deserved some happiness, right?