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The Fae Prince
Chapter 8
The Fay Touched Woods
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights,
And music, went to Camelot.
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed,
'I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott
The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892
The Black Water Ridge hunt was over and everyone was getting out alive. Of the three original campers Tommy Collins assured them that only he was left. He had watched his friends be eaten by a monster and Dean was sure that someone was going to be plagued by nightmares. Tommy stumbled along, rubbing his arms, braced by his brother and sister.
Dean was even a little impressed that after three days in the Wendigo's larder Tom could still move and assist in his own rescue. Sam walked out in front of their little group with Dean directly behind. Next in line was the Collins family and Roy with his rifle drew up the rear.
Dean had no fear of the Collins family. He knew they would back up any story the Sam and Dean designed. He was not so sure of Roy. The older guide had been shown up pretty thoroughly by people he considered a couple of kids and now even the evidence of the monster was gone, burned to cinders in an underground grave. By the time Roy could find the place again nature would have taken care of all evidence.
The man had also been literally tossed into the air and out of the cavern by Sam and he eyed the tall, floppy hair kid not in a friendly way. Dean dropped back and let the Collins and Roy pass him. Now he was walking directly behind the man and Roy could hear Dean whisper. "That was quite a Grizzly, wasn't it Roy? I didn't know they denned up like that, did you?"
Roy twisted and answered. "No they don't and they don't keep their victims alive either. What are you trying to pull?"
"I would think you would want a grizzly bear more than a monster. People are going to think you're out of your mind or drinking or something. How will that go over with your hunting buddies? How many tourists are going to want to hire a guide who believes in monsters?" Dean muttered in Roy's ear.
Roy looked like he was thinking about it but he was still staring a hole in the back of Sam's head. Dean was not comfortable at all. Dean, working on his Masters in Manipulation, continued planting seeds.
"You know Roy, we'll completely back you up if you want to call it a grizzly. No one here wants to go babbling about monsters in the woods. No one will thank us for it." Dean paused and then went on. "Just so you know, Sam and I met each other in a gymnastics class.
Roy glanced back at Dean "Really? Is that how your partner learned to throw people in the air like that?"
Den felt like he making progress with the guide. "Yeah, Roy, that's right. Because of Sam's size and strength he was always the base gymnast. He tossed a lot of big guys around just for fun and he was our go-to guy for the mount up on the rings."
Roy seemed to accept Dean's little fairy tale. Dean knew the man could recover a little pride if he felt he had been tossed around by some young guy who had been trained to do it. The group moved on down the trail, getting closer to the cars. Dean doubted that any Collins family member would ever want to go camping again.
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It was late afternoon by the time they all got back to the Ranger's station. Roy had called ahead to Ranger Wilkinson and there were police and ambulances waiting for them out front.
On the long walk back the group had rehearsed their story and now even Tommy was cooperating in telling the tall tale. Roy was comfortable with his 'grizzly' hunt especially since Dean had seen to it that Roy was the hero of their little escapade, not Sam.
Finally all the noise and excitement was over. The Rangers and the local police and other emergency responders were satisfied and people began to drift away. Haley and Ben had thanked Sam and Dean for the rescue and Roy went off with Ranger Wilkinson to fortify the grizzly hunt story and Roy's shining place at the head of the rescued tourists. No one paid any attention when Dean and Sam worked their way to the edge of the group and then just melted into the forest.
"Is there anything else out there, Sam" Sam shook his head and humped the duffle bag further up his shoulder.
"Well then," Dean said as he opened the driver's door on the impala. "I guess we're done. I'll call Bobby and see if there's some place else he wants to us go." Sam joined Dean in the car. "Do we have to do that tonight, Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean looked up. "Why, you have something else to do?"
"How would you like to sleep under the stars tonight?" Sam asked. "I'd like to show you the woods at night as I see them. They can be very beautiful. You can call Bobby in the morning."
Back at the cabin they dumped their various encumbrances and Sam lead Dean out into the forest, under the branches where the rays of the setting sun could not reach. Here and there lightening bugs flashed on and off, avoiding the hunting bats by luck and stealth. The evening was coming on at speed and Dean shivered in the twilight gloom.
Noticing the shiver Sam reached back and pulled Dean into his side. With an arm wrapped around the hunter's shoulders they walked silently over a forest floor covered in fallen leaves. They found themselves in a clearing much like the one where the Fae Lantern had been found during Sam's first Winchester hunt. Wisps of fog and the call of owls emphasized the sense of isolation. It was like the world of man had passed away and Sam and Dean remained behind in an empty landscape.
Sam guided Dean under the overhanding branches of a dark tree and sat down on springy moss, encouraging Dean to do the same.
Dean lay back on the soft moss and wrapped an arm under his head. Sam lay down next to him with one hand propping his head up. The Fae Prince began to trace the outline of Dean's face with a long, delicate finger.
"I've told you before that you're very pretty." Sam whispered.
Deana huffed. "Girls are pretty. I'm not pretty. No matter what you're used to in your world in this one men aren't pretty; back off, big guy."
Sam smiled. "Oh, I think we can agree on something. I won't call you pretty in public if you let me do this in private." With those words Sam leaned down and captured the young Hunter's lips.
Dean tensed and then relaxed as Sam spun a soft web of magic around them. The winds died down, the air warmed and Dean tasted again the sweetness of a Fae kiss. Sam pulled the Hunter's body on top of his own and lay back under the tree. He wrapped both arms around Dean's back and held him captive to his kiss. The kiss deepened even more as one hand found the back of Dean's head and held it prisoner.
The Prince ran his other hand up under the young Hunter's shirt and rubbed Dean's back muscles loose. The deeper into the magic web Dean sank, the more relaxed he became and at last allowed Sam entrance to his mouth. He hunched into the Prince's hand and moaned as tension flowed away.
Sam rolled again and put Dean on his back. This granted access to Dean's clothes and Sam stripped off the jacket and the shirts. Now he had his pretty Hunter half way home, partially naked under the tree's dark shadow with only the peeking stars as witnesses.
Dean opened his eyes and looked up at the man pinning him to the ground. He momentary fought to free himself but that only gave Sam permission to hold him down tighter. The Prince took Dean's hands together in one huge paw and held them above the Hunter's head. Pinned like a butterfly Dean arched and fought. Sam rose up on one hand enjoying the pretty picture and slipped a knee between Dean's legs.
The Prince leaned forward and whispered. "Relax. I'm going to take care of you." He ground their hips together. Dean responded and Sam's magic was like a drug. Dean floated away on a sea of sensation and the Fae Prince savored the scent of arousal rolling off the Hunter's skin.
"Do you yield?" The Prince asked and Dean nodded yes without even opening his eyes. Sam released his hands but Dean left them over his head and completely submitted to the Prince's wandering fingers.
The scent of the woods, the mild air and the song of nightingales mixed with the touch of the Fae's caresses. Dean lifted his ass when asked and allowed the rest of his clothing to be stripped away. The Prince's tongue traced patterns around an ear, down his throat to his chest and circled a wrinkling nipple warmed by The Prince's breath.
Dean's head fell to the side as he gloried in his growing arousal. He allowed his knees to also fall to the side and exposed himself completely to his lover's eyes. That talented tongue slid down lower and played with his treasure trail, lightly tugging the curly hairs. Then his dick was engulfed in moist heat.
Dean cried out and again arched on his mossy bed. Both hands reached high, hunting for something to hold and finding roots buried in the ground. He dug in with his fingertips while Sam drew his soul and his consciousness down to his crotch. In only took a few minutes before Sam's experienced mouth sucked the young Hunter' soul out through his dick.
Dean shuddered, shook and wept through the most intense orgasm of his young life and Sam gathered his pretty boy into his lap, holding the Hunter close and safe.
When Dean was able to speak again he gasped out "Thank you, thank you," and clung to his Fae lover. "What about you?" he asked.
"Don't you worry about me," Sam laughed. "Be sure you're going to give me everything I'll need when I'm ready." Sam petted his pretty teenager again. "Now you rest and sleep under the stars. I'll keep watch and take you home at dawn."
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When Dean awoke the world was light again and he was naked in his lover's arms. Sam was carrying him through the forest, Dean's clothes tied in a bundle on his lap.
"Put me down. I'll get dressed here." Dean said taking an arm from around Sam neck and running his fingers through the Prince's hair.
"You sure?" Sam smiled at him. "It's no problem. I can carry you all the way back to the room."
"I don't mind being the girl here with you." Dean laughed "but I absolutely refuse to allow anyone else to see. Put me down."
Sam lifted his boy one more time and kissed him. "The first kiss of the day," Sam rumbled.
Dean felt owned, branded and claimed. He slid to his feet on the leafy path and untied the bundle of his clothes. Getting dressed was a game as Sam tried to get his hands on each inch of skin quickly disappearing under cloth. Dean slapped those hands away and finally managed to get completely covered.
They continued on their way and very soon stepped out of the woods into the motel parking lot. The Impala sat in front of their as yet unused room, warming in the sun. Dean leaned against the passenger door and called Bobby as Sam unlocked the motel room.
"How you boys doing?" Bobby asked. "Was it a Wendigo?"
"Yes Bobby, it was just what you thought it was and we took care of it yesterday. We even managed to get one of the campers back alive." Dean responded.
"So your partnership looks like it's goin' to work then?"
"Oh, yeah," Dean answered with enthusiasm. "Sam's great. He's even better than John and he's unbelievably strong. You'll have to come on a hunt with us sometime and see him in action."
"OK, good." Bobby said. "You guys come on back then and I'll look for another hunt for you. If I'm invited, maybe I'll look for one around here someplace. By the way, call before you pull in here. John's already done with his Woman in White case and is on his way back to South Dakota to look for you. He wants his hunting partner back. The man talks like he owns your ass."
"Damn," Dean swore. "This is going to turn into a long term problem, isn't it? I really don't want the man trying to follow us all over the country."
Well, boy, you're going to have to face him down sooner or later. It's up to you when you want to do it. Just be aware that he's on his way back here and he still doesn't trust Sam."
Dean ran his free hand through his hair. "I'll talk it over with Sam and see if he has any ideas. If you don't hear from us for a couple of days it just means we're on our way back and I'll call when I get close. OK?"