We Hunt Demons

Part Four: B

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.

Dean returned to the salt circle with the shovel and can of gasoline. The bag filled with salt still sat in the protective circle. Dean was amazed that the salt circle remained intact.

"Good thing it's not windy," Dean chuckled as he approached Jon. He noticed that no one's frown broke.

Ashton solemnly handed the salt gun to Jon. Dean noted that their eyes didn't meet.

"Alright, Johnny boy, we've got ourselves a body to burn."

Dean smiled when he saw Jon, kind of, sort of grin back.

"Dean, let me come with you," Sam said breaking the awkward silence.

Dean looked at Sam. Sammy. His Sammy.

Sam still had a small amount of blood dripping down his face and a bruise was forming at the right side of his forehead.

"Sammy, it's a classic salt and burn," Dean groaned, "We'll be fine."

His reassuring tone didn't do much to comfort Sam.

"He's just a kid," Sam argued.

"I am not," Jon argued back.

Dean watched Jon carefully step over the salt line.

Dean nodded and Jon broke out in a run with Dean following behind him. He hoped to God, or whoever was up there that this would go smoothly.

He followed Jon and had to admit that kid ran smoothly. He didn't falter even though it was dark. When they reached the cemetery, he spotted the large tree the kid had mentioned earlier. They ran through the small collection of headstones.

Suddenly, Dean felt a sharp pain as his foot connected with a rock he hadn't seen. He landed face first in the dirt and was so glad Sam wasn't here.

"Damn," he cursed. He felt an arm tugging at his and realized that Jon was trying to help him up. Jon's face was white and pale. He was staring off in the night.

He looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

Dean jumped off the ground and looked towards the giant tree that stood a few feet away. The tree looked dead and creepy. But what was really disturbing was dark menacing figure that stood in front of it.

The figure was no longer a blob of darkness. It was clearly a man dressed in old and tattered clothing.

"Jon, shoot!" Dean ordered when he realized that he didn't have the salt-shell gun.

Jon was frozen in place. As Dean moved to snatch the gun from him, Jon threw it with all his strength into the darkness.

"What are you doing?!" Dean screamed.

Jon looked at him with sad eyes.

"I'm going to make this right," he stated.

Dean didn't know what to say. He himself was now unable to move as he watched Jon approached the ghost.

Dean finally found his words and yelled, "He's just a mindless killing machine now! What you want to say will never get through to him!"

"I'm sorry," he heard Jon say as he reached the ghost.

Dean of course wasn't shocked when the ghost took Jon by the throat and pinned him to the tree.

Dean searched for the salt gun but it had been eaten by the dark night. The moon was no longer shiny and Dean couldn't even see the ground clearly. Dean wasn't sure what he was going to do since the body was under where Jon and the ghost were standing.

He could near Jon's choking sounds as the ghost lifted him off the ground.

"STOP!" Dean screamed. He charged the ghost but was sending flying into the ground.

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Sam watched Reina and Ashton talk. It was apparent that Reina had thought she and Ashton could have been more than friends. She looked upset as he explained to her that he had been seeing Jon in secret.

Sam really felt for Ashton. But he let his pity pass as he realized Reina wasn't mad that he was dating a guy. She was just mad that he didn't tell her.

As the minutes passed Sam felt himself becoming more anxious. It was oddly quiet out here. The most dominant sound of the echo of crickets.

Dean could be so stubborn at times, Sam pondered. Sam should have gone with him, not been stuck with babysitting duties. Sam was glad he had kissed Dean.

He wanted to show Dean he wasn't afraid to press for his affection. Sam hoped something would come out of this relationship. The kiss had been nothing short of electric. He wanted to know if Dean could do other things as well as kissing.

When he heard a scream Sam stood up abruptly. He waited a moment and heard more shouting.

"Stop!"

Dean voice was unmistakable.

Sam didn't hesitate. He ran as fast as he could and didn't even think about if he had broken the circle or not. He ran.

When he reached what looked like a cemetery, he noticed the headstones almost glowed in the moonlight. He spotted the ghost and to his horror it was choking Jon.

Sam realized he didn't have any weapon on him.

"Dean?"

That's when he spotted Dean on the ground, frantically searching for something on the ground.

"JON!"

Sam froze as he recognized the voice as Ashton's. He was sure both Ashton and Reina had followed him. Great, now he had put everyone in danger.

"Stop it!" he heard Reina scream.

Suddenly, the ghost dropped Jon and turned towards them. Sam watch Dean rushed towards all three of them. Dean put his arms out and gathered everyone behind him including Sam. Sam had never seen Dean so protective before.

"Didn't I tell you to stay put!" Dean growled as the ghost neared them.

"Dean, I thought-" Sam started. He paused as he studied the ghost approaching them.

The black man's face was covered in long cuts and bruises. Sam noticed his clothes were torn in dozens of places. His death, he decided must have been horribly painful.

"L-leave my f-friends alone," Jon gasped as he rose from the ground. His voice was raspy because of the pressure applied to his throat.

The ghost wore a look of confusion as he look at the group of white men and the lone brown girl then back to Jon.

Sam looked towards Dean and was glad when Dean's eyes and his met. They were both confused.

Sam heard Reina gasp as the ghost appeared in front of her. He watch Dean's right arm come around her tighter. Without a sound the ghost gripped Dean by his jacket and then threw him to the ground. Sam instantly reacted and found himself being thrown as well.

He landed with a soft thud. Sam gasped when he realized he was on top of Dean. They started at each other for a moment. Sam could feel Dean's soft breath on his face. If they hadn't been on the job, Sam would have ravished Dean right there. But without wasting another thought Sam rolled off him and looked at the ghost, who was still staring at Ashton and Reina.

Ashton was holding her hand.

"Are you his friend?" the ghost inquired.

Sam could feel Dean attempting to stand up and he automatically pushed him back down.

"Wait," he felt himself whisper.

"No-" Dean argued.

Sam applied more pressure causing Dean to stay lying on the ground.

"Please," Sam begged. Sam was surprised when Dean didn't fight back.

"Yes," Reina answered.

Sam watched her answer with confidence even though her body was shaking. Sam knew that Reina and Jon weren't really friends. They just had an acquaintance in common, Ashton.

"He's my friend," she continued as the ghost reached out and touched her cheek. She shivered so wildly it almost looked like a convulsion and backed away.

"And my boyfriend!" Ashton inserted as he stepped back with Reina.

The ghost snarled and turned towards Jon.

"Is this true?" the black ghost growled.

With a short cough Jon answered, "Yes."

Sam motioned to Dean that they should slowing rise.

They all flinched as the ghost started to laugh. The laugh was so cold and cruel sounding.

"Well, aint' that somethin," he chuckled.

Suddenly, a white light engulfed the figure; the ghost's laugh still hanging in the air.

They all stood in silence. Sam looked to Ashton who clearly was crying. He wrapped his arms around Reina in a brief hug before running towards Jon. They hugged tightly. There were still no words between anyone.

"What the hell?" Dean groaned.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. No one had the answer to what exactly had happened.

"I'm gonna burn the body anyway."

"No!" Sam screamed. As his voice left him he heard everyone else yell as well.

Dean turned to him and gave him the 'you're crazy' look.

"Sammy," Dean started. "When have we ever met a malevolent spirit that just decided to stop killing people?"

"Uhhh, never," Sam answered; he decided he use the most smart alecly voice he could muster.

Dean started to protest but to Sam's surprise Jon spoke up.

"You're on my family's land. I won't let you." Jon pulled away from Ashton and stood atop the unmarked grave.

Of course, Sam wasn't surprised when Ashton joined him grasped his hand tightly.

Sam also wasn't shocked when Dean approached them both. Dean grabbed Jon and pushed him into the tree.

"Now listen kid, I didn't come all the way out here to let this spirit go on hurting people," Dean started.

Sam noticed Dean's voice seemed rough and angry.

"Just cause your granddaddies were murdering racists—"

"Dean, that's enough!" Sam snapped. Dean could be downright mean sometimes. If Dean was mean to him it was one thing but he couldn't treat someone like Jon that way.

"There isn't a body."

Reina's voice was nothing but a whisper. Sam let his gaze fall on her. She was standing there alone. Ashton had left her immediately to be with Jon. When neither Jon nor Ashton made a move, Sam walked towards her.

"Reina?"

Sam laid his large hands on her small shoulder, hoping he could stop her from shaking. She wasn't crying but she looked very sad.

"When he touched me...I saw," she started.

Sam tried to comfort her but he wasn't sure what to say. He wondered if the guys behind him were coming to join him in listening to her.

"They cut him up till he bled to death."

She looked at Sam. She was looked so short and tiny with Sam so near to her. She wanted to cry but couldn't.

"Then they fed his body to the dogs," she finished, shuttering.

"DOGS!" she screamed in disgust.

Sam backed away when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder that he knew was Dean's. Ashton and Jon were now standing now each side of her. Jon reached his hand and grabbed hers. Ashton did the same but Sam noticed he stood much closer.

"Sam."

Sam turned to face Dean. He could see an emotion that he'd never seen painted on Dean's face. He wasn't quite sure what it was.

"With no body, I guess it's safe to say that the ghost has crossed over. The bastard felt his mark in a crueler way."

Sam didn't know how to react to what Dean was saying.

The next time Dean spoke, Sam noticed a gruff chance, "Well, now that the girl is scarred for life...let's get the hell out of here."

Sam felt his breath leave his body as Dean pushed passed him. He placed his hand on Reina's shoulder and started leading her away. Jon and Ashton looked confused as Dean took Reina away from them.

"Sam?" Ashton asked.

Sam really didn't know what to say. He didn't know what Dean was doing. Dean was so unpredictable. Sam could only guess that something similar had happen to Dean before.

"Why would my grandmother say they buried the body at the tree?" Jon murmured as Sam started following Dean who was far ahead of them.

Sam stopped and turned.

"I wouldn't want anyone to know that my relatives fed someone's remains to dogs just because of the color of their skin." he snapped.

Sam felt horrible as the words poured out of his mouth. Jon seemed to agree because he didn't voice a word.

"Is Reina going to be okay?" Ashton whispered.

"No," Sam answered automatically, "Maybe."

Truth was he didn't know. He wasn't sure what happened to a person when a ghost shared its memories. They walked in silence and Sam purposely walked slowly. If Dean was comforting someone he was going to let him. Dean had never seemed like that type of person, and Sam was glad he was wrong.

As the morning light was glowing through the trees Sam spotted the impala and Jon's truck. Dean was leaned up against the impala with Reina standing next to him.

Sam turned around and stopped both Jon and Ashton.

"Now listen up," he ordered. "I know you two are probably madly in love. But that girl was there for you. And you especially," he added looking at Ashton.

"That ghost shoved his memories on her because she was protecting both of you. Got it?"

They nodded.

"So you don't abandon her, you understand?"

"Sam , we wouldn't—" Ashton started.

"Do you understand?" Sam added.

"Yes," Jon answered; Sam was guessing he had answered for both of them.

Sam turned around and gave a huge sigh of relief. He couldn't wait to get in the car and talk to Dean about the night's occurrences.

When they reached the car, he caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Just call me whenever you need to talk, alright?"

"K," she answered weakly, it was clear she had been crying.

Dean enveloped the smaller girl into a tight hug. Sam smiled at all three of them and said quick goodbyes.

Dean and Sam slipped into the Impala. They watched Ashton hug Reina tightly before Jon did the same. They appeared to be treating her carefully and even helped her into Jon's huge truck.

"Dean—" Sam started as he turned towards Dean.

"Shut up, Sammy," Dean growled.

Sam was a bit shocked as Dean popped in his favorite Metallica tape and turned up the volume.

"I don't want to talk about it," Dean added.

Dean was so unpredictable, Sam decided, so very unpredictable – but he liked him that way.