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The Fae Prince

Chapter 4

Sam's New World

Only reapers, reaping early

In among the bearded barley,

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly,

Down to tower'd Camelot.

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers "Tis the fairy

Lady of Shalott."

The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892

Samisfallen sat behind Dean and waited for John to return to the car. Dean was dozing and Samisfallen knew that John would not like that at all. The Fae could not explain to the older Hunter how he had repaired Dean's injury so there would be fussing and complaining. Samisfallen expected it and was prepared. As long as Dean was safe, Samisfallen would put up with the older man's constant whining.

It wasn't long before John returned. He was muttering to himself so loudly Samisfallen could hear him coming. John tossed the shovels and the gas can into the trunk and slammed the deck hard. He then slammed his way into the car. Samisfallen thought that if Dean had been sleeping he would not be sleeping after this demonstration of bad temper on John's part.

John extended a hand and shook Dean. "Dean, you awake?" he asked. "If you're concussed you need to stay awake at least until we get back to the motel."

Finished with annoying Dean and not getting a rise out of him, John turned to Samisfallen. "You disobeyed a direct order." He barked. "If you were my son you'd be getting your hide tanned right now. It worked out alright tonight but you need to learn to obey without question and not to get any ideas of your own."

The man turned and started the car. "When we get back and get Dean attended to you are going to explain to me exactly how you knew there were bones buried in that clearing. No excuses and you had better carefully reconsider if you were planning on telling me a lie. I know there's something off about you and I want to know exactly what it is."

They drove through the dark and Samisfallen watched the bare fingers of the trees reach into the night sky. Winchester was making Samisfallen's skin crawl. He thought he might know the source of some of Dean's scars and it was making him very angry. He considered running but thought about Dean taking the blame, and blame Dean is exactly what John would do if Samisfallen disappeared in the night.

They pulled into the lot at the motel and John got out of the car. When Samisfallen was out John said "Get Dean out of the car and get him set up in his bed. Prop him up against the headboard and see to that he stays awake. I got to make a call." The man wandered off towards the same stand of trees that he used last night to make another secret call.

Dean was awake when Samisfallen opened the car door and the young Hunter slid his feet out on the ground. He stood with minimal help from Sam and called out to his father. "Say hello to Bobby for me." John waved his hand in reply and turned away.

Samisfallen put his arm around Dean's waist but the young man shrugged it off and more or less staggered to the door of their room. Sam walked behind waiting to catch Dean if he fell and unlocked and opened the door. Once inside Dean sat on his bed and tried to get undressed. Samisfallen knelt at his feet and started unlacing Dean's boots."

"Hey, I can handle it. Get off me." Dean responded almost angrily. Samisfallen looked up and Dean refused to meet his eyes.

"I don't mind and it's better if I helped you now than you passing out and falling off the bed. I'd have to pick you up then and you're no light weight." Samisfallen responded, hoping he got the feeling right. Dean seemed terribly embarrassed at someone trying to help him and Sam thought for just a fleeting moment that perhaps the young Hunter suspected that Samisfallen wanted to get his hands on the young man's body.

The idea sounded good to Samisfallen but he controlled himself. He could throw glamour over Dean and the young Hunter wouldn't know what hit him until he was naked in his bed with Samisfallen's invisible fingerprints all over him but Samisfallen contemplated John Winchester's response to walking into the room and finding his son naked in another man's arms.

Retreating to his own bed, Samisfallen watched Dean struggle. Finally deciding that even an impromptu peep show wasn't worth it Samisfallen stood up and pushed the young man down. He pulled off both boots with a jerk at the laces and stripped off Dean's jeans in another quick move.

Dean yelped and swayed and made a futile effort to knock the Prince's hands away but Samisfallen was used to being obeyed and in a very few minutes the young Hunter was naked and tucked up under his covers. Samisfallen grabbed Dean by his arms and pulled him up against the headboard when he heard John's footsteps outside the door.

"Hey, Mr. Hands, at least get me my sleep shirt and sweats out of the top drawer," Dean demanded, now completely outraged.

John knocked at the locked door just as Samisfallen handed over the requested clothes and the Fae Prince went to open it.

John stamped in and looked around. "Why isn't there salt at the door, Sam? Dean has the concussion, not you. Why did you open the door without checking first to make sure it was me? It could have been anything. You're a sloppy Hunter, boy."

Sam retreated to his own bed and watched as John grabbed the salt bag from their table and drew lines at the door and windows. Once finished John hauled one of the wooden kitchen chairs over to Sam's bed and turned it backwards. Straddling the chair John pointed in Sam's face. "How did you know there were bones buried in that field, boy?"

"My name is Sam and I would appreciate it if you would use it." Sam replied. "Don't call me boy. You don't know me well enough to do that."

"I'm beginning to think that I don't know you well at all." With those words, John tossed another splash of Holy water at Sam from his flask. "Give me your arm."

Sam retreated and Dean raised his voice. "Dad, you did this all yesterday. What's wrong with you?"

"I don't trust our new friend here." John growled. "I've been talking to Bobby and Bobby wants us to bring Sam to him."

John turned back to Sam. "We can do this easy or we can do it hard." The man said. "Tell me about the bones and make it good or you're going to get chained into that bed until morning. Now, talk."

Sam got as far away from John as the room would allow. "You're not cutting me again." Sam yelled. "Ok, you want to know what I am, right. Well, I'm a psychic. I can see spirits and I can see the true faces of demons in possessed people. I can do that and my mother could do that too. Are you satisfied?"

John leaned his arms on the back of the chair. "We know about psychics. Bobby even has a couple of good friends who help Hunters out that are psychics. Why are you working so hard to hide it from us?"

Sam sighed. "My father used my mother as bait in his hunts all their married life. She was killed on a hunt when he was just too slow and it never seemed to bother him. Once she was gone he switched over to me as his psychic bait. I was only fourteen years old and every hunt was a fight. When I finally got big enough to deny him he threw me out, calling me useless. I guess it made me very cautious around Hunters. I don't want to go through that again."

John stood up. "There's no denying that it could be very useful in a hunt but if you are fighting it I think it would be more trouble than it's worth. You just stay where either I or Dean can keep an eye on you and in the morning we're going to go visit Bobby Singer. Bobby thought you sounded a little shady and he wants to look you over himself."

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Samisfallen lay in a human bed for another night. He wanted to go out into the moonlight where he belonged but was fairly certain that either Dean or John would threaten to shot him if he tried to leave the room. The whole set up was awkward and uncomfortable. Samisfallen thought that the two Hunters had swallowed his tear-jerker of a story as no one had tried to chain him to the bed. Dean had nodded off hours ago and Samisfallen had opened the window so he could at least hear the night and had the moonlight falling on his bed.

Dean had remained in a temper as a result of being man-handled by Samisfallen and spoke only in monosyllables since the Fae had stripped him naked. As far as Samisfallen was concerned, that had been the best part of the entire day. If he closed his eyes he could imagine the feel of Dean's skin on his fingertips.

He thought about what he would like to do to that body once he had Dean's permission. In a hundred and seventy years the Fae Prince had learned quite a few tricks. There was pretty much nothing he hadn't tried at one time or another and since half the Kingdom was thrilled to climb into the Prince's bed, Samisfallen had a lot of experience to share. He ran his hands over his own body and tried to keep quiet.

He turned his mind to the trip tomorrow, attempting to flush some of the building heat in his groin. He wondered who this "Bobby" was that the Winchesters looked to for answers. There was no actual information to think about so he gave up, rolled on his side and stared at the pretty display of flesh in the other bed. He fisted his organ, soothing the fire raging between his legs.

He could be quiet and he would be careful. Fae blood could heal and purify but Fae cum could encourage whole new forests to grow after a fire. It could make dead matter bloom again and impregnate living flesh with ease. The young Fae of his world were encouraged to spend themselves near the fields and vines, bringing wild growth and heavy harvests. The fleshy production of the members of the Seelie Court made life bloom and grow while that of the Unseelie Court could cause death and destruction.

Samisfallen worked himself and imagined the taste of Dean's flesh. He smiled and grunted through his release then rose to use the shower. Along the way he stopped by Dean's bed and ran cum dampened fingers over the young Hunter's lips, leaving them glistening in the moonlight. Samisfallen leaned down and kissed them clean again. He came close to giving in and taking the young man by force but thought about how good it would be when eventually Dean offered himself willingly.

Samisfallen continued on his way to the shower to let the hot water running down his body help with new fantasies.

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John Winchester pounded on the door at dawn. Samisfallen dragged himself up grudgingly and opened the door still naked.

Winchester stood with his hand raised when the door opened, seemingly stunned, as Samisfallen stood in the morning light, completely exposed.

"Hell, boy. Put something on. You go around naked all the time?"

Winchester seemed deeply embarrassed and Samisfallen wondered if the man thought he was attractive. Samisfallen had not been in the human world long enough to understand the human fear of nudity. He shrugged and turned away, giving Winchester a good long look at his backside too.

"If you don't want to see unexpected vistas you should perhaps give up waking people up at dawn." Samisfallen replied and pulled up his discarded jeans from the day before.

John glanced at Dean, who was still asleep. His father walked over and shook him awake.

"Come on, we got to hit the road. Wake up Dean." He ordered. Samisfallen was glad that Dean had insisted on his sleep clothes last night.

It took very little time to pack up and load into the Impala. They ate in the motel's diner and once again Samisfallen found himself in the back seat with no really comfortable place to put his long slim legs. He perched sideways on the bench and put his legs up, ankles crossed. It was the best he could do.

He really was beginning to wonder if these particular humans were worth all the trouble he was taking to accommodate them. Yes, Dean was a pretty one but he came with John Winchester attached. Samisfallen thought seriously about losing these men on the way to this Bobby Singer's house.

They drove through the day with only brief breaks at rest stops. Samisfallen more or less had decided that at the first opportunity he was going to wander off into some convenient wooded area and get lost. He scanned each wood hoping to get a glimpse of oak tree leaves. Any oak could possibly conceal a door and he hoped his father had not yet had time to ward and seal each door to home.

They spent the day driving the flat grasslands of Iowa and Samisfallen hadn't seen an appropriate bolt hole since early in the morning. When at last they stopped to sleep it was on a flat, windswept plain outside a small, dusty town. No magic here, Samisfallen thought. He looked to the sky. A sky portal was difficult to open and would announce to the entire Kingdom that the Prince was trying to come home. He didn't think his pride could take that so he reconciled himself to another day in the back of John Winchester's car.

He lay down in the room after another diner dinner and clutched his discontent to himself. He wanted out. He wanted free. John was eating at his nerves and reminding Samisfallen of his own father's dictatorial habits. He rolled over on the mattress and swore he would not spend a third night locked up in a little box. As soon as he thought they were asleep he went out the door and found a place to stand under the stars. The moonlight and starlight bathed his skin and soothed his eyes. He trembled in evening breeze.

It was only a matter of minutes when he heard voices raised in anger.

"Where did he go, Dean?" It was John Winchester's voice. There was a low rumble that might have been Dean. "Don't talk back to me; you were supposed to watch him." That yell was followed by the sound of a blow and Sam started running.

When he hit the motel room door, Dean was pressed up against his headboard with John's hand around his neck and John's other arm was raised to strike. Sam hit the man from behind and knocked him off Dean and to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Samisfallen yelled. "This is your son, you drunken pig." Samisfallen dragged the man up off the floor and pushed him to the door.

"Get your hands off me, boy," Winchester hissed. Dean came up behind Samisfallen and pulled at the Prince's arm. "Let my father go, Sam." Dean begged.

Samisfallen lowered his hand and let the older man drop. He turned to Dean and put a hand under the young man's chin. Turning Dean's face to the light he caught sight of a split lip and blood on the teenager's teeth.

Samisfallen's anger boiled over again at the sight of Dean's blood and he again turned to the man just getting to his feet. "Get out of this room." Sam yelled and pushed John toward to open door.

"That's my son." Winchester yelled back. "I'll do want I want to him. Dean, come here."

Dean moved forward but Sam caught at his arm and pulled him back. He pushed John out the door and slammed it in the man's face.

Turning to Dean, Samisfallen pointed at the bed. "Go back to bed, Dean. He has no right to treat you like this. I won't allow it."

Dean laughed. "What do you mean, you won't allow it? What do you think you can do?"

"I can stand with you. I can protect you, if you will allow it. The man has no right to lay hands on you." Samisfallen was pale in his anger and when John started pounding on the door gain Sam flung the door open to find Winchester with a gun to Sam's face.

"What are you going to do, John?' Sam sneered. "You going to shoot me so you can prove your manhood by beating on your son?'

Both John and Dean were stunned by the accusation.

"You can have a dead body and a beaten teenager to explain after you fire that gun." Sam said. "Who knows, maybe I won't go down easy. Maybe you'll have to pump me full of shells. Is that your plan?"

Doors were beginning to open up and down the motel. They heard a woman yell something about a gun and John Winchester hastily stuffed his weapon inside his coat.

"This isn't over between us, Sam." Winchester ground out. "I won't be disobeyed. You stay in this room or I will shoot you. Dean, watch him." With those words John Winchester walked away. Turning at the last minute he yelled. "Be ready in the morning. Bobby is waiting."

Quietly closing the door Samisfallen turned to a shocked Dean Winchester. Sam reached for him and ran his fingers lightly down Dean's face, outlining the reddened skin where John Winchester's fist had struck.

"How long has this been happening Dean?" Sam asked softly.

Dean's eyes flickered closed. "Since our family died, off and on. It's been getting worse lately. I don't know why." Dean's voice was hushed. "I don't blame him, not really. It's a hard life we lead and he has been searching for justice for so long. I think he may be giving up. His drinking is getting worse."

Sam walked Dean back to his bed and held the covers up. "Go on, get in. I'm going to get you something for that lip." Sam got a tube of Neosporin out of the kit and surreptitiously poked a finger with a bodkin he carried with him. When the blood welled up from the small injury he painted Dean's lip with it.

"I think you might try to sleep now." Sam said. "It's not all that long until dawn."

"Where were you, Sam?" Dean asked. "I thought you had left. That you had left me behind for some reason."

Sam patted the young man on the shoulder. "I won't do that, Dean. I'll stay. I couldn't sleep so I went for a short walk. It certainly wasn't worth all this sturm and drang." Sam laughed and so did Dean.

When Dean settled back down Sam sat on his own bed and thought about the promise he had just made. It was in the nature of an oath and the Fae Prince felt the bond form. Now he could not leave with honor. Now he had to stay.

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John Winchester didn't show his face until almost 9 AM and when he did finally show he was hung over and ashamed. He tried to ignore the dark bruise that had formed on Dean's face and he could not look at Sam at all.

They took their places in the Impala and the silence lay thick. Sam was waiting to hear an apology to Dean and that was not going to happen evidently. John Winchester sat in the driver's seat staring at his hands, silent and stiff. There was an unspoken agreement to skip breakfast and they pulled out of the motel without speaking.

Samisfallen noticed they were now driving near a river and there were lots of places where he could slip away if he had not been bound by his promise to Dean. They followed the Sioux River north to Sioux Falls and by 2 PM were driving into the Singer Salvage Yard.

The place was bound in magic. Even from the driveway Samisfallen could feel multiple wards and ancient symbols. He wondered what kind of man Bobby Singer was. If the man was one of the new kind of Wizards that had begun to appear Samisfallen may have taken on more than he could handle.

As he sat peering out the side window a man walked out on to the porch. He was an older man but still stalwart. Under a billed cap sharp eyes looked over his visitors. Dean immediately exited the car calling out "Hello, Bobby!" and smiling. John Winchester sat very still. Samisfallen wondered if perhaps John was not as welcome as Dean.

Following Dean's lead Samisfallen got out of the car. Only then did he notice that Bobby had a rifle leaning against the roof post next to his leg. Samisfallen froze on the first step; his eyes on the gun. Dean turned and extended a hand.

"Come on, Sam. Come meet Bobby." Dean's face was open and happy. Bobby's eyes were flicking from the bruise on Dean's face to John Winchester in the car. Samisfallen only rated a fleeting glance.

He grasped Dean's hand and climbed to the porch. Bobby nodded and said. "Stay here for a minute, boys. I want to speak to John." When Bobby left the porch he took the gun with him.

The exchange between the two older men was low key and quiet. No words could be distinguished by Dean and Samisfallen made a conscious effort not to listen in. After a few minutes John Winchester started the car again and drove back down Bobby's driveway. Bobby climbed the stair to where Dean and Sam waited.

"Well, you might as well come on in, boys. John's going to be staying in town, not here." Bobby pulled the screen door open and waved them into his house. Samisfallen immediately felt the pull of the master traps that lay on the floor and were carved into the ceiling. The door itself was protected with ancient sigils and signs. He stayed close to Dean and was very careful about where he placed his feet. He was also aware that Bobby Singer was watching him carefully and taking note of the path the Fae followed through all of Bobby's protections.

Once safely arriving in Bobby's kitchen, they gathered around the table and Bobby went to the refrigerator to gather cold beers for everyone. Samisfallen sipped at the bottle, not very entranced with the flavor and realized he was getting used to the mild taste of Holy Water. Here he was again, passing another Hunter's test.

Dean seemed genuinely happy here. He was relaxed and smiling.

"Sam, I hear that Dean and John found you putting down a succubus all by yourself. How exactly did that happen?" Bobby asked. "A couple of experienced Hunters could have problems putting down one of those so I'm impressed. I gather John was too."

Sam reached for Dean's arm and held on. "I guess I was lucky. I didn't know they were considered so difficult. This one died almost quietly and disappeared like smoke when I stabbed her."

"Well, I personally would like to see the knife you used." Bobby said. "It might be something other Hunters would be glad to know about. And that's kind of my job; getting knowledge out to Hunters. You got the knife on you?"

Sam didn't know what to say. He froze. He couldn't tell this man how he killed the succubus by sucking the life out of her. That would not go well. "I lost it back at the farm." He finally said.

"Well that's just really too bad," Bobby sipped at his own beer. "Sorry to hear it and kind of careless of you to lose a good knife like that."

"Dean," Bobby turned to the young hunter. "I would like to talk to Sam alone for a little while. Would you mind going out to the yard and taking a look at the 68 Mustang out there. Tell me what you think it will take to restore it."

"Sure Bobby, whatever you want." Dean stood up.

"And Dean," Bobby went on. "Who put those bruises on your face? Don't lie."

Dean looked down and traced the wet bottle ring on the table with his finger. "It was John, Bobby," he said softly. "But he was drunk. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"You just go on telling yourself that stuff, kid." Bobby replied. "One of these days that man is going to do you real harm if you don't start defending yourself. Drunk or not he has no right to beat on you."

Sam cut in. "It won't happen again as long as I'm around, Mr. Singer. I stopped it last night and I'll stop it again if I have to."

"You stopped John Winchester?" Bobby smiled. "You must be stronger than you look. Dean, go."

Dean picked up his beer and went out of the house. Sam and Bobby sat alone at Bobby's kitchen table. Sam could feel protective magic gathering in the corners of the room. He was not sure that he could even leave if Bobby didn't want him to.

"Alright, Sam," Bobby finally said. 'I'd appreciate it if you would hold out your hand for me."

"You aren't going to try and cut me, are you?" Sam demanded.

"No, I have no intension of doing you harm, and I suspect that I might not be able to even if I wanted to." Bobby responded. "Is that what John did to you, cut you?"

Sam nodded his head but held out his hand to Bobby. The older man dropped a silver knife onto Samisfallen's palm. For just a moment Samisfallen's magic flared and he saw the spark in Bobby's eyes.

Then Bobby sprinkled a pinch of ground herbs over Sam's hand also and the dust burst into small flames and disappeared with puffs of smoke.

Bobby leaned back in his chair and stared into Samisfallen's eyes. "Ok, boy. What are you?"