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The Fae Prince

Chapter 11

Stealing Dean

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn'd like one burning flame together,

As he rode down to Camelot.

As often thro' the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

Moves over still Shalott.

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

Early morning, in Bobby's house; Sam rolled over on his back, uncurling himself from Dean. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned widely. Looking over at his young lover he flipped back the covers for a better view.

Dean's smooth back and perfect rounded buttocks were alluring in the early light. Sam ran a hand down from neck to ass and simply enjoyed the soft young flesh. Dean twitched. "Sam, where's the covers? I'm cold you child molester. Give 'em back."

Sam smiled and pulled the cover back up to Dean's shoulders. He thrust his hands under it against the warm skin, unwilling to give up so easily. He rolled over and breathed into an unprotected ear. "So, a child are you? I like sweet young flesh." Sam was now exploring everywhere and Dean was whimpering and pressing against his lover's hands.

One of Dean's butt cheeks fit perfectly into Sam's large hand. The Fae pinched and squeezed. "Come on, Sunshine, it's a big day ahead. You need to get up and get ready."

He put his foot on Dean's back and pushed. The young Hunter slid across the bed and just managed to get his feet under him before he hit the floor. "What the hell, Sam?" he growled back. He stood there shaking and shivering in the cold morning air and Sam refused to let go of the covers.

"I suggest you get into the bathroom and take a shower before I get there first." Sam laughed at Dean's pouting face. "Go on, get busy." Enjoying the view, Sam watched Dean gather his clothes and walk out of the room, totally naked. Sam only hoped Bobby wasn't up.

When his sweet young lover came back, all neat and clean and shining Sam got up and took his turn. Dressed and ready for the day they trailed down to Bobby's kitchen. Sam could smell the coffee.

Before they entered the kitchen Sam stole a kiss and tucked a hand into the small of Dean's back. Ushering Dean to Bobby's kitchen table Sam felt at ease and happy here in the human world. Bobby's kitchen wasn't magic but it was warm and inviting. Sam felt at peace with his choice to try and remain with the humans.

After breakfast they discuss the topic on everyone's mind, the meeting with John Winchester.

"Do you boys know exactly what you want to accomplish with John?" Bobby asked.

Dean responded. "I want him to understand that I am not going back to him. I want to hear him say he understands that Sam is my new partner and nothing he can say will change that."

"Well, Dean." Bobby said. "I hope you can do that without getting into a big fight. I don't see John Winchester giving you up that easily. Are you sure you don't want me to go as back-up?"

"It's good of you to offer, Bobby." Sam interjected. "I think the bigger the audience the more John will feel the insult to his supposed authority over Dean. It may be better for you to just stay here."

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Dean stood and looked over the street at his father sitting at an outdoor table in front of the coffee bar. Even standing here, in front of the Sioux Falls police station with Sam at his side Dean felt a prickle of fear run down his back. John looked like a forest bear that was inappropriately invading civilization. He was big and dark and scary looking. No wonder his reputation among Hunters was that of the implacable, relentless killer.

Dean wondered how this had happened. He still remembered the father he loved and admired; the man who swung him up in the air and laughed at his giggling son. The years had eroded that father away until all that was left was anger and hate. Dean had stood beside the man, unaware of the change because he stood too near to see it. Gradually the smiling father had gone, leaving Dean holding an empty memory. He still searched for that dream father in every beating, in every careless cruel word, in all the empty lonely hours.

Now that he was with Sam, with someone who valued Dean as Dean, he wondered how he had stood the pain for so long. He was just about a man now in society's eyes; almost ready to be free of control and able to take care of his own life and make his own decisions. He turned to Sam. "Just stay and watch me. I don't want you to talk to him until I know where we stand. If you lose it and go Fae on him I don't know what would happen."

"Go, Dean, " Sam said softly and touched Dean's cheek. "I'll keep watch."

He started carefully over the street, avoiding making a fool of himself by getting hit by a car like a careless child. Sam hung back on the sidewalk, watching, and John looked up, his attention attracted by the movement. His eyes then followed Dean's every step. Dean saw John flick to Sam once but, for the most part, he was dead centered on Dean. Once again on the sidewalk Dean joined John at the table.

"Hello, Dad," he pulled out the wrought iron chair and sat.

"Dean," John growled low. "I see you brought your boyfriend with you. Aren't you going to call him over? Shouldn't he be here protecting his piece of ass?"

"If this is the way you want to start, this conversation is over." Dean began to rise up from his chair.

"Sit, son," John put out a hand to restrain Dean. "I won't talk about your boyfriend. You just tell me what I need to do to make you come back to me."

"I really don't know what you could offer me." Dean played with the salt shaker mainly to hide his shaking hands. He was openly defying his father for the very first time and the knot of tension in his gut was translating to a quiver all over his body.

"I don't need to offer you anything. You are my son, you're under age and you're trampling all over the countryside with another kid. Neither of you are of legal age. I don't even think your friend Sam has I.D. The two of you are going to get picked up sooner or later." John took a sip of his tepid coffee.

"You will come back with me now. There is no other choice. Sam can disappear back to wherever the hell he came from." John voiced cracked out the order like a whip lash and Dean stood up.

"I can't talk to you about this, Dad." Dean was shaking in fury. "You can't tell me what to do any more. I'm not a kid." There were shouts and noises from over the street and Dean looked up to see two men grappling with Sam, pulling him back into the parking lot where they had left the Impala. In that moment Dean was also grabbed from behind and something like a bag was jammed over his head.

"I am sorry it has to be like this, Dean," he heard John growl. "This is your fault. You should have done what I told you to do and your boyfriend wouldn't be getting beaten to a pulp in that lot."

Dean was dragged back and felt his father's hand grip his arm and pull. He heard shouting from the other people in the coffee shop and more shouts from across the street. He couldn't tear free of the hands holding his arms and the bag prevented him from seeing where he was being taken. This whole meeting was a disaster and Dean was furious at being suckered by his own father.

Dean was pulled and jerked then felt his elbows being tied together roughly. He was dragged along the sidewalk, fighting all the way. He knew they went around the corner of the building when the warmth of the sun went away and it got even darker in the bag. The next thing he knew for sure was that he was being pushed into a truck, his father's he assumed.

Another person got in and Dean was crushed in the front seat between two large guys. The roar of the truck engine let him know that he was leaving Sam behind.

"Dad, stop this." he yelled. "What the hell are you doing? Untie me and let me go." He whipped his body back and forth on the seat, trying to loosen the ropes.

"Loud little sucker, isn't he, John?" the man on his right laughed. "You want me to do something about his mouth?"

"You keep your hands to yourself, Walker." John barked and Dean had his suspicions confirmed.

Dean thought he had recognized the voice. Gordon Walker was a man known for his cruelty and his slippery grasp on reality. The man wouldn't have a problem beating a restrained prisoner and Dean now knew that was exactly what he was. The thin veil that had allowed Dean to excuse John's actions over the past few years was completely shredded now. John had set up this trap with soft words and a hook baited with the one thing that Dean treasured, family. John was the last of the Winchester family and Dean felt like his heart was dying and his last bubble of hope popped and disappeared

Now he only had Sammy left. He prayed Sam was OK. He also hoped that Sam had stayed human. Dean was determined to get out of John's trap and get back to his Fae lover. If the men assaulting Sam were Hunters and Sam went Fae then Dean and Sam would be hunted all over the county.

The truck stopped about a half hour later and Walker dragged Dean out his door, making very sure to bounce Dean's head off the door frame. He was pushed along into a room and shoved onto a bed. He heard a whispered conversation on the other side of the room and then door opened and slammed. He could hear the lock and the chain put in place.

He sat up on the bed with his arms still bound behind him and listened to his father move around the room. At least he hoped it was John. John was a step up from Gordon Walker. His blood froze when he heard the noise of liquid getting poured into a glass. When his father was starting to hang one on he always started with a glass until the buzz built up. Once he had enough liquor in him to be more than half way to drunk he would switch to drinking straight out of the bottle. Dean was well aware of the end of this road.

It took a while but finally John stumbled across the room and ripped the bag off Dean's head. Dean didn't even have time to adjust to seeing light again before John slapped him, turning his head sideways.

"Little slut," John took another drink from his bottle. "Run off with the first pretty face that asks you." John held Dean's chin in his hand and pulled his face up so Dean could stare directly into John's eyes. "I didn't know you liked boys. You hid it pretty well. Hell, if you'd told me what you wanted I would have got somebody in to screw your ass. Maybe that would have kept you satisfied." John staggered away, taking another hit from the bottle but leaving Dean tied up.

Dean turned his back on his father and leaned against the headboard. He was tired, his head hurt from Walker's little trick and now he knew he was most likely in for a beating from his drunken father. He thought back to the morning when he had woke up with Sam at his back. Maybe if he could concentrate on images of life with Sam he would be able to live through the grief to come. He had to get back to Sam.

XXXXXXX

The two men who had assaulted Sam had severely underestimated his strength and skill. As they tried to drag him back into the dark he pulled his arms forward and brought both men in front. It was a pure strength move and surprised the hell out of them. One stumbled and Sam helped him along with a swift kick to the side of the guy's knee. The man folded like a broken card table. The other guy was more athletic. He twisted away from Sam and pulled a cosh out of his waistband. When he brought it down on Sam's arm the blow was extremely painful.

Even so Sam didn't change forms. He knew that Dean's greatest fear was that Sam would lose his temper and 'go Fae' in front of the wrong people. He smiled in joy when the man's assault with the cosh only gave him more energy to work with in spite of the pain and Sam drove his free fist into the man's temple. Now he had both assailants on the ground. The one he had hit in the temple appeared to be unconscious. There was a good reason that temple hits were banned and the temples were protected in professional fights.

Sam didn't really care if the man was seriously injured or not. The guy he had struck in the knee seemed to be fishing in his clothes for a possible weapon and Sam was about to launch a hell of a kick to the man's head when there was a loud shout and several flashlights came on at once. "Stop." Someone ordered. "Hands up."

Sam wondered how he had forgotten that they were fighting in the parking lot of the Sioux Falls police station. He also wondered just how stupid his assailants were for trying to beat him up in that parking lot.

The cops rushed over and pushed Sam away from the men on the ground. When they patted down the two men they found the cosh on one and a hand gun on the other. A no-nonsense middle aged cop came up to Sam and barked out "We got a call about a kidnapping in the front of the coffee shop. Is that what this is about?"

Sam froze in shock. "Dean, they took Dean." How could he have forgotten? Even with the excitement of the fight ramping him up he should never have forgotten about Dean. He pulled off the car and ran back to the sidewalk. "Hey," the cop yelled. "Get back here."

Sam stared over the street. The table where he had last seen Dean was deserted, its chairs knocked to the ground. The cop caught up to Sam.

"What's going on?" the cop asked. Sam turned to the man. "They took Dean. He was talking to his father at that table and now they're gone."

Sam noticed a man from the coffee shop wearing a white apron standing in the doorway and gesturing at the police officer. "Ok," the cop said looking at his notebook. "That matches the call we got from Mr. Nugent, the owner. Let's get over there, that's him in the doorway waving."

The cop allowed Sam to tag along since Sam was not only the victim of the assault but also likely to be an important witness to the kidnapping and he wasn't to get lost or leave. Mr. Nugent described how Dean had been forcibly removed from in front of the shop and taken away. With these details Officer Wilder took Sam back to the station to fill in a report on both the assault and the potential kidnapping.

Once inside the station Sam was almost overwhelmed by the noise and the high levels of anxiety and the outright miserable people contained inside. There were almost more negative emotions in the air than Sam could handle. While Office Wilder was getting organized Sam asked if he could call Bobby, his "Uncle".

Wilder told Sam to wait a moment and once the man had selected a handful of papers he led Sam to a quieter 'Interrogation' room and left him there. Of course, Sam had no idea that he was being observed through the mirror on the wall. He flipped open the phone that Dean had given him and made his call.

"Bobby, it's Sam. What you were afraid would happen did happen. John took Dean away. He had help. He set two guys on me and had another guy waiting at a separate table to grab Dean. I'm in the police station now. They want me to given them my statement. I don't know what they want me to say so I thought I'd call you. What should I do?"

Sam listened for a bit until Bobby stopped cursing John Winchester and then gave Sam a fairly complete list of what he could not say to 'civilians' and a second list of what to say so that they might let him go free. Sam listened carefully and let Bobby go on until Officer Wilder reappeared.

Sam carefully explained that Dean Winchester had been taken away by force by men hired by his father, John Winchester. John Winchester had also hired the two men that had assaulted Sam in the parking lot. The violence of the attacks had been what had caused Mr. Nugent to call the station.

That information and the weapons found on the two men who had attacked Sam was enough to get Officer Wilder to call his boss into the room from behind the glass. Other people also appeared with the Wilder's superior and Sam had no idea who they could be. In this confusing human world Sam had at least decided when he didn't understand something to just remain quiet.

Finally all these people appeared to agree that John Winchester and his wayward son needed to be tracked down. The people who had had aided John in this dispute also needed to be brought in so they could explain themselves. These police officials talked all around Sam but not to him. Finally Officer Wilder turned back to Sam and asked a simple question.

"Sam," the officer said. "How old are you?"

Sm pulled out the license that Bobby had prepared for him and gave it to the officer. Wilder looked at the I.D. and then looked very closely at Sam. "Fine," Wilder finally said. "And tell me, just what is your relationship to Dean?"

Sam smiled sweetly. "Dean is my lover." Sam's comment was like dropping a stone into a pool of water. He watched the people initially freeze up and stop talking and then they all become agitated. In the middle of these, to Sam, odd goings on another policeman entered the room to say that Sam's Uncle was here to get him.

"That's my Uncle Bobby, Office Wilder." Sam said rising up from his chair. "I need to go now."

"Wait, Sam. I want to go with you and talk to your Uncle for a minute." Wilder said and also stood up. "You're going to have to come back when we bring these guys in front of a judge. Do we find you though your Uncle?"

"That would be good," Sam responded. "Come and meet Bobby and tell him about it."

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Bobby walked Sam out to the parking lot and back to the Impala. Bobby's beat up old blue pickup was parked right next to the shiny black beast dreaming in the sun.

"Sam, just get in the car and follow me to the Yard." Bobby unlocked the truck. "We'll figure out how to find Dean when we get back. Don't worry. We'll find him." Bobby step up into the truck and started the engine. Sam did the same to the Impala and was careful to follow Bobby exactly. After all it was the first time he had driven. He had watched Dean minutely and was fairly confident he could get the car back to Bobby's place without damage.

Once there Bobby had started to talk about scrying for Dean and what kind of search could be done but Sam had his own ideas about looking for his lost love.

Bobby got on the phone immediately, calling in markers from all over the country side. When he finally took a break he laid out what information his phone search had uncovered.

"John has been looking among Hunters for people to help him grab Dean back from you." Bobby was sorting out his maps and the scrying tripod equipment as he spoke. "A lot of Hunters are a little pissed that John thought they would go along with something like a kidnapping. He stopped hunting for helpers about a week ago so it is generally thought that he found his crew. One particularly nasty piece of work, a guy named Gordon Walker, has been seen with John lately."

Bobby cleared his desk and set up the scrying map and tripod. He was using a hunk of amethyst on a silver chain as a pointer and there was a brass bowl of herbs set to the side ready to be lit. Sam recognized this magic and was impressed that Bobby knew how to use it.

Sam was becoming convinced that Bobby himself might be touched by Fae magic and that his house was a fortress perhaps because of its location. Sam though it was possible that there was a Fae door nearby.

As Bobby lit the herbs and bathed the gemstone in the flames Sam closed his human eyes and opened his Fae senses. He could now see the curl of magic in the smoke from the bowl and when the pointer was suspended on the tripod a finger of energy passed over the map. Everywhere the magic passed over and rejected was turned to ash and at the end there was only a small piece of paper left.

Bobby picked up the remnant and laid out another map. He found where the small piece of paper fit in the scheme of roads and landmarks and held it down with a stubby finger. "This is where Dean is being held right now but it looks like a motel. They won't be there long. "

"I wonder if John Winchester will speak to me." Bobby looked at Sam and smiled. "Maybe I can find out just exactly where the dumb shit is going if I phrase it just right. We'll also find out if he knows that I'm sheltering you guys. Be quiet for me."

Bobby pulled out his cell and flipped it open. In just a few minutes he was talking to John Winchester. "Well John, I didn't know if you were available or not. I got a big Hunt to set up north of Bismarck for a Vampire nest. I'm looking for Hunters." Bobby paused and Sam had no idea what was being said.

"No, I haven't seen Dean or his boyfriend. No one else I know has seen them either." There was another long pause then Bobby spoke again. "Well, if you're busy already, then you're busy. I'll look elsewhere for help. Any idea of who might be in the area?"

After a few more general remarks Bobby hung up. "He says he's hunting a pack of wolves around Lincoln. I know the easiest way to hunt weres in the woods is to set up bait. We need to get to Dean as soon as possible."