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The Fae Prince

Chapter 15

Back in the Human World

And down the river's dim expanse –

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance –

With a glassy countenance

Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day

She loosed the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

The Lady of Shalott

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

Gordon Walker was prisoner of the Unseelie Queen. He had not broken with blows or insults. The Unseelie Queen had torn his skin with her nails and licked the human blood away. When he would not yield and climbed back to his feet after every assault she locked him in the Dancehall of the Unseelie. It was a large room lit only by the glowing roots of trees that flourished high above. In the Dancehall the roots wove together in an impenetrable mass and made the walls of the chamber shine with a fungus fueled green light.

After he was pushed down the carved rock stairs the roots had closed behind him and he was buried in one of the secret places of the earth. The Queen's hand maidens came after and bound him in soft silvery palladium chains, carved with Unseelie Runes. When he wore the chains his pain increased. He no longer could see, only hear. His hands were chained together but he felt his way around the room. There were no doors. He could hear water running down the walls and feel the pools under his feet.

When he licked the water from his fingers it tasted of the earth. He was cold and hungry and could not gather enough water for a reasonable drink. All the wounds on his body felt inflamed and each reminded him of how the wound was inflicted.

Only when the women came was he at ease. They brought light and warmth and all he had to do with dance with them on his broken feet. But when he danced there was no pain, there was no hunger or thirst. The woman all were beautiful in his enchanted eyes but most beautiful of all was the Queen.

He loved the sight of her with her raven locks tumbling down her back and her full, rich lips on his. She whispered in his ear and all was bright and beautiful. He never wanted her to leave. When she opened up the secret way and left him there behind after crushing his hand in hers he would fall to his knees and cry out in pain. It all came back at once, the pain, the hunger and the thirst. His life narrowed down to only one thing, the Queen was all his world and he waited for her return.

When she sent her hand maidens to him he never understood that they were being rewarded, not him. They were not as wonderful as the Queen but they brought enough comfort for him to dance again. When they left they left with small ragged pieces of this soul; each visit from either the Queen or her maidens, brought him closer to death but all he wanted was to see her face again.

The only payment she asked from him was if he could remember where and how he found the green-eyed boy. With his mind so full of her nothing of his past life seemed important anymore. He had reached the place where he was too weak to rise and dance with her but she lay his head in her lap and asked over and over after the green-eyed boy.

With the last of his memories he told her of the boy's father and the hunt. More importantly, he told her the green-eyed boy's name, Dean Winchester. When she had what she wanted she dropped his head on the floor and let him die in pain.

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Bobby herded Sam and Dean into the house like a couple of lost chicks.

"What the hell did you do, Sam?" the Hunter snapped.

Dean was the one who answered. "He got me back from John, Bobby. What's the problem?"

"I've been getting call after call from different Hunters," Bobby fumed. "They're all asking the same question. How do you kill a male witch? One Hunter after another, each the same damn question. John has spread a rumor and evidently he has witnesses backing him up."

Bobby sat at the kitchen table and lifted his baseball cap off so he could run his fingers through his hair. "Sam, did you pull Dean inside a tree? That's what a couple of Gordon Walker's buddies are saying. They are also saying you took a werewolf and Gordon Walker into the tree too. What did you do?'

Sam sat up straight and stared back into Bobby's eyes. He was not ashamed of what he had done. He had taken Dean back from those that had been hurting his love and he would not back down.

"The werewolf came on his own. He was already leaping at Dean and followed Dean into the tree on the tail of the magic. That was an accident. Gordon I seized as a present for the Unseelie Queen. My father, the King asked me to find a gift for her to fulfill a promise he had made." Sam waited for Bobby's response.

"Am I to understand that your father is the King of the Fae? Only a King would be allowed to owe the Queen. She usually demands payment in full on performance, I understand." Bobby gasped.

"You didn't know that?" Sam responded and looked at Dean. "They don't know?"

Dean put out his hand and laid it on Sam's forearm. "None of them knew until right now."

The young Hunter turned to Bobby. "You'll keep that to yourself, won't you Bobby? Sam's Fae persona is Samisfallen, Prince of the Fae."

The older Hunter rose and began to pace. "I'm pretty sure this is going to be a problem in a lot of ways. If Sam is the Prince of the Fae I don't think the Fae world is going to appreciate it when he is hunted down and killed by human Hunters. On the other hand, I don't know how to shut these Hunts down. I'm not the only place that Hunters go to for information. "

Bobby stood at the kitchen window and stared out over his yard. "Another thing I heard is that the witches infused with demon power aren't very pleased by the sudden appearance of a male witch that the demons don't control. I'm pretty sure Hell is going to find this whole situation interesting too."

Dean dropped his head into his hands. "That's just great. Now all we need is Heaven's attention turned on us. That will make a complete trifecta; Heaven, Hell and Hunters, all after our asses."

Sam placed a comforting hand on the back of Dean's neck. "Just a moment now; let's think this one through a problem at a time." He turned to Bobby. "I think our first move would be to get the Hunters to back down. A source of a lot of this heat is John Winchester. He is a well-known, highly regarded Hunter spreading this rumor. I believe Merle and Grady would just disappear if they could. They looked like cowards at the tree; interested only in leaving as soon as possible."

"What do you think you can possibly do about John Winchester, kid?" Bobby snorted.

Sam laughed. "Bobby, I think you both should know that the Fae live ten years to age a single human year. I may look like I'm a teenager but I have lived one hundred and seventy of your years. I was born in the human year 1844. I think perhaps it's not completely appropriate to call me kid. "

It was Dean's turn to snort in amusement. "Cradle robber."

"Mind your elders," Sam laughed back and slapped Dean lightly on the back of his head.

Bobby laughed at the lovers' banter. "Don't care. You look like a kid to me and I'm going to demand the respect I'm owed. It took me a lot of work to get to this age."

"Don't worry Bobby," Sam laughed again. "I'm still considered a youngster at Court. In point of fact I just yesterday passed one of the tests of adulthood. I became bonded to my lover."

Bobby glanced between the boys sitting at his table and raised his eyebrows in enquiry. Dean blushed and answered. "Yes, he's bonded to me. I belong to Samisfallen now in the eyes of the Fae Court."

Sam turned serious again. "I have thought up a plan though. A way to get John Winchester out of the way and perhaps also shut down the local Hunters. I proposed to go back to the place of the werewolf hunt and find those human heads."

"Are you out of your mind?" Bobby huffed. "You're throwing you and Dean right into the lion's mouth going back to that place. You two should be heading in exactly the opposite direction."

Sam answered back. "Think of it as the last place they would look for us. I want those heads and I want Gordon's knife that he used to take those heads off. If it's not at the tree I'll ask my father to see if he can get it from the Unseelie Queen. I hope I find it at the tree. The Queen is likely to want another gift for her cooperation."

"So," Bobby said slowly. "Just what will you do with the heads and the knife?"

Sam started to trace invisible patterns on Bobby's kitchen table.

"I plan to put them in John Winchester's car and have him arrested for murder. I hope one of the heads has a relative in the police force."

Bobby leaned back in his chair. "That's nice. Do you get to be King when your father's gone?"

Sam smiled. "If I play my cards right."

Bobby snorted again in amusement. "I guess you'll see to that."

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Since they were once again locked out of the Fae portals Sam and Dean had to track down the position of John's werewolf hunt and drive there. Bobby loaned them a '65 Mustang that was pretty crappy on the outside but beautifully restored mechanically. The Impala was too recognizable if they wanted to stay under the Hunter radar. Bobby had the Mustang as a pet project and made them swear to bring it back in one piece or never darken his door again.

Sam took the old Hunter seriously and Dean calmed his lover down after they waved good bye. Dean explained that Bobby valued people more than things and as long as they came back safe and alive the Old Hunter would excuse the possible loss of the Mustang. Of course, that didn't mean they shouldn't take extraordinary efforts, short of death, to get the man's car back to him.

The hunt turned out to be in Sisseton, in the middle of South Dakota and not all that far from Sioux Falls so they arrived the morning of the following day.

Trying to keep a six foot plus Fae Prince and a lovely green-eyed teenager off the local Hunters' radar was the first problem. They signed in to a local Hilton hotel, a place no Hunter was likely to frequent. Sam had access to Fae gold and palladium hordes hidden in the human world and a trip to a local jeweler's resulted in them being escorted to a private room with the owner of the business. Shortly thereafter they left with plenty of cash and a local businessman felt like he had participated in something slightly illegal. Dean was sure the man would not be telling the story of how he had obtained his supply of precious metals.

The next part of the plan was a little trickier. They had to find John Winchester. They needed not so much to find the man as they needed to find his black truck. Driving around in the Mustang with hoodies pulled up and sunglasses on made Dean feel like a gangster. What he definitely did not feel like, or look like either, was a Hunter. No Hunter would be so blatant or so obviously looking for trouble. Each police cruiser that went by slowed and eye balled them. Sisseton was not known as gang territory. It was a lot better known for its college and the three state parks nearby so the appearance of these shady looking young men was of interested to the local P.D.

Eventually they found the truck behind a rundown motel on the edge of town. The next step was to find the location of the clearing by the oak tree. They wanted to do that immediately before they lost track of John Winchester.

"You know, Sam," Dean mused. "I bet that he'll be here for a while. I remember mention of a Hunter's bar in Sisseton. It's not surprising. Sisseton is the nearest access to Sica State Park, a well-known supernaturally active site since the days of the Dakota Indians. The place would attract Hunters like honey and John could stay here and spew his poison into ears willing to listen all night long."

Sam seemed to think about the information for a while.

"If this is a gathering place for Hunters I know two things." Sam said. "You are right about John staying for a while and the Hunters are not doing a very good job."

"What do you mean?"

"Somewhere is the werewolf that bit and infected the young man we left behind with my father. Along with him were two other locals who appeared to be only recently turned and not very good at being werewolves. Someone should take the old werewolf down. I think we might want to find him and take him down for the good of the town."

Dean shook his head. "I agree with you but don't you think we should get John's ass nailed down first?"

Sam reached over and pulled his young lover into his side. He then leaned over and planted a kiss on Dean's forehead. "Yes, my love. Of course we want to tend to John. He needs to pay for every bruise he put on your body."

"But these human werewolves are abominations to my kind. They are perversions of magic. Weres in my world are natural, necessary creatures; important to the well-being and heath of the herds that roam our hills. They are welcome in our homes and some are good friends of the Fae. These creatures on this side of the tree are twisted and feral. Useless, blood addicted monsters. They need to be stopped."

They drove to the top of a low rise overlooking Sica State Park and Sam stepped out of the car. He stood and gazed over the woods below searching for that wisp of Fae magic he knew was there. Once he found it they drove as close as they could get and walked in from that point, Sam holding Dean's hand along the way.

When they found the oak in the clearing they knew they it was the right place. The corpses lay rotting, dragged to the side and chewed on by forest scavengers. The heads still lay on the ground where Walker had dropped them when he was pulled into the tree. The scavengers had played a little forest soccer with them but the bodies had a lot more meat on them and the heads had remained relatively unscathed except by insects.

Sam shook off the larva and maggots and dumped the heads into a bag he had brought along just for that purpose. He also dropped in handfuls of dry oak leaves in the hope that the police would have at least one nature lover who could locate the oak tree and thereby the bloody killing ground.

After that Sam warned Dean not to stand too close to the oak.

"The Unseelie can't use a Rowan door but the Oaks and other trees are open to them. You would be a great prize to take to the Unseelie Queen as she has already expressed an interest." Sam told the young Hunter. "I don't intend to chase you over the Fae hills so stay alert and away from the tree."

They then paced the clearing, hoping to find Walker's knife. Dean tripped on it buried point down into the earth to the side of the slaughter floor.

Sam took possession and wrapped it up in a bit of cloth and stuck it in his boot. Now they had the evidence they needed to convince the police that John Winchester was a raving maniac and psychopath.

They walked back to the Mustang with their prizes. Sam put the disgusting bag in the trunk, slipped into the driver's seat and stretched. Next Dean found himself wrapped up in his lover's arms. Sam nuzzled into the side of the young Hunter's neck; nipping an ear and licking the sweat from Dean's face. Sam moved into Dean's seat by lifting the young Hunter and placed him astraddle his lap.

Sam muttered, "I think we should wait right here and see if the old werewolf goes hunting tonight." Sam kissed his chosen one and ran his hands down Dean's back ending at his ass, gripping a cheek in each hand.. "It won't get dark for hours yet. I wonder what we could do to fill the time."

Dean laughed. "Subtle."

Sam laughed back and got out of the car. He pulled the young man out and picked him up in his arms. Sam carried him over under a tree and laid Dean down on a bed of leaves while the Prince stayed on his feet and began to strip.

He nudged Dean with a gentle toe. "Get the clothes off. Remember, you belong to me now and I provide. In return you obey. Get naked."

"Really?" Dean stuck out his chin and thinned his lips. "Just like that; get naked. What if I'm not in the mood?"

"Too bad," the Prince grinned at his lover. "Get in the mood or get raped. Either way, you need to service me because I'm in the mood even if you might not be."

Dean sat up and folded his arms. In the next moment he was being manhandled by a big, naked , laughing man. It took Sam only moments to restrain and strip the teenager. Some of Dean's clothes ended up hanging in the nearby brush.

The Fae held Dean down and arched over him, driving a knee between Dean's legs and spreading him open. Sam's rapidly filling dick hung pendulously over his young lover's belly, lightly leaking and tracing patterns on Dean's skin. Sam pushed Dean's hands down and held them captive.

"What if someone come along?" Dean panted. "We are really out here in public."

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that," Sam replied. "Remember, I provide and you obey. Those are the rules. Now stop fighting me and spread your legs."

Dean darted his head forward and tried to steal a kiss. "You really have a thing for holding me down under trees, don't you?"

Sam let go of a hand and sent his wandering fingers down between Dean's legs. "Yes, I do. You look so pretty on your back in the woods. I can't resist." With those words Sam's fingers found Dean's entrance and the pretty boy stretched his head back as far as it would go, exposing his throat to his lover. He arched and wiggled as a long finger circled and tease the delicate flesh. Sam gathered his own leaking pre-cum and rubbed between Dean's ass cheeks.

"Is that all I'm going to get?" Dean whined. "I don't think that's going to be enough. This is going to hurt."

"Be quiet," Sam muttered and rolled Dean's legs up until his knees hit his chest. Sam poised the boy then got to work eating Dean's ass. Sam's tongue went places Dean had never allowed anyone to go before and he gave himself over to his Fae lover. Sam let go of Dean's other hand and his fingers found and began to pinch the boy's nipples. Dean reached out to the side and grabbed on to whatever he could find. He panted and moaned as Sam licked and bit the sweet young flesh.

Dean became completely submissive. Whatever Sam wanted his lover freely allowed. Sam must have had lube hidden in his clothes because shortly a slick penis was pushing its way inside the young Hunter. Dean threw his aching legs around his lover's waist and held on as Sam pounded him, striking Dean's sweet spot over and over until the boy screamed and came by simply rubbing against his lover's body.

Dean's orgasm was Sam's signal to let go and he slammed against Dean's flesh right through the boy's cries. When Sam came he held the boy so tightly that he lifted Dean's body up off the ground and rammed his dick home until they both collapsed from sensation overload.

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After a half hour or so, when the feeling came back in his legs, Sam went to the car and found some tissues to use to clean up. Evening was beginning to fall and they needed to get back into their clothes or wear gooseflesh as a new fashion statement. Sam got dressed first then pulled his lover up and wrestled Dean into his clothes. The boy whined a little and yawned somewhat but Sam woke him up with a slap to his naked ass; things wen t a little faster after that.

Watching the moon rise high over the woods they both heard the cry of a wolf. The howl was long and drawn out and wanted a reply. If this was the older werewolf he was looking for his new made pack but no one answered.

The howling got closer and closer and the two lovers separated. Sam dropped behind a tree and Dean climbed high in the branches. Dean had the silver knife and a gun loaded with silver bullets. Sam could touch the silver but it had a tendency to burn his hands and fingers. If silver could be avoided the Fae did so. Silver and iron were the elements that could actually kill a Fae so neither element was tolerated in the Fae world. Their white metal choices were either palladium or platinum.

They remained completely quiet as a large gangly grey wolf appeared on the edge of the woods. It was following a trail and went directly to the trunk of the Impala where Sam had put the bag of heads. The wolf sat on its haunches and scanned the woods. Its long tongue fell to the side and it panted to gather as many smells as possible.

It was not long before it gazed up into the branches of Dean's tree, hunting for the body that it could smell. Sam took the moment of inattention and appeared from behind his tree. The wolf's head swung sharply to attention. Distracted by Sam it had no opportunity to avoid Dean's killing shot into its chest.

The wolf seized and fell on its side, its legs running far too late to help it escape. The uselessly flailing legs slowed and stopped as the wolf died.

Dean swung down out of the tree and stood by Sam. They watched as the wolf's body slowing turned into a naked human man. He was an older man, with a receding hairline and deeply inset little eyes; all in all, not a very attractive specimen of humanity. Sam picked up the dead were and tossed it into the tiny Mustang back seat. It wasn't like the man was going to complain about leg space.

Dean wondered briefly who their old wolf might have been in the town. A dentist, a teacher, maybe a high school principal; whatever function he had performed in the sunlight under the light of the moon he was nothing but a curse.

They drove back to town and cruised the nearby bars. John Winchester sat on a stool in the second one they hit so they scattered back to the motel and set up the 'evidence'. Dean broke into John's motel room, parking the corpse of the middle aged man in the shower stall. The police would find enough silver bullets in the weapons locker of the truck that they didn't have to leave a gun with the body. Silver bullets were unjacketed and soft so matching tool marks on them to a specific gun was a very difficult task and very rarely successful. The Winchesters and other Hunters had often used this fact to their advantage.

Sam broke into the truck and set up the bag with the rotting heads accompanied by the blood stained knife and the oak leaves in the hidden weapons locker. It would all be lost to the police very soon and Dean viewed what he took as his sole inheritance from his father. In truth it was most likely all he would ever get from the man and even this he had to steal. They retreated to a stand of birch trees gracing the crown of a low hill and called in their tip to the local cops.

It only took about a half hour and the cruisers pulled into the motel lot. They waited as one of the officers found the bag in the truck and they watched as he took off to throw up in the bushes. Sisseton wasn't known for rotting heads in bags with 'worms playing pea knuckle on their snouts' so the officer's reaction was understandable.

Two additional officers plus the motel manager entered and exited John's room very smartly so the man in the bathtub brought the body court up to three. They continued to watch as two cruisers with two men in each one peeled out of the gravel parking lot and high tailed it in the direction of John's preferred bar. Sam had been very explicit about his tip, down to the location of the maniac.

The cruisers returned quickly with John handcuffed in one of the back seats. There was evidently a lot of excitement and arm waving and shouting involved but they were too far away to get the full flavor of the confrontation.

Dean turned to Sam "My love," he said seriously, "Do you know what a high five is?"