Title: Know When to Fold 'EM

Author:feather_touch & scarlettraven9

Genre: Slash/Wincest

Characters/Pairings: Dean/Sam; Sam/OMC

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers : For anything up to and including Season 5 episode 7 (specifics for that episode).

Beta: jadesterling

Summary: Sam plays a game Dean's life and both brothers discover truths and wants about themselves they both thought long gone.

Series: none

Disclaimer: Not ours, just borrowing from Kripke.

A/N: This story is dedicated as a late birthday present to my dear friend heatherofnight. She is the best! I was so excited that feather_touch liked my plot bunny and agreed to write with me. She is one of my favorite writers and it was such a treat to work with her. I look forward to doing another project with her. I would like to thank our wonderful beta jadesterling And a big thanks to thrutterryseyes for her wonderful story banner!

A/N:Thanks to scarlettraven9 for working on this with me and for the great idea! For those of you waiting on an update to Forever Bound, the next chapter is being beta'd right now, it'll be up soon.

This story is complete, we just aren't sure how many chapter it'll end up being divided into.

Warnings: Bottom!Sam, D/s, mild non-con, Wincest

Chapter 2

Dean stopped pacing and stood staring out the window. Something was wrong. He had known there was something wrong when Sam called and he'd ignored his gut feeling. Now he was sure. The sun was coming up and it'd been late evening when Sam had called from the warehouse he was meeting Patrick in.

Sam hadn't taken off, Dean was quite sure of that. He hadn't hooked up with some chick, Dean was sure of that too. Convincing Bobby of the first fact was simple, explaining the second was damn near impossible. It wasn't like Dean could fill Bobby in on all the facts that lead him to that conclusion. Fortunately, Bobby was just as worried about the kid as Dean and didn't need much convincing.

Fusing to Dean like some sort of weird glue was what Sam had done since he and Sam came back together. Had Dean fussed even a little when Sam suggested they go their separate ways for a while he was pretty sure Sam would have caved in and stayed. At least that was Dean's story and he was sticking to it.

The signs had been there…maybe…Dean wanted them to be there. Going to Hell had ruined so much of his relationship with his brother, parts of which Dean was only now working up the courage to retrieve. It couldn't be his imagination, how Sam followed his lead, let Dean shorten the leash, how Sam watched him when he thought Dean wasn't looking. The expressions on Sam's face were a callback to days before Hellhounds came for Dean.

No, Sam hadn't hooked up with some random girl. Sam had been too busy lately trying to get Dean's attention to notice if a girl was interested in him. Dean had been too busy trying to convince himself Sam had moved beyond the tiny start of a relationship they'd had before Dean…before. Of course, Dean hadn't bothered to admit this to himself until Sam vanished out from under his nose and he was forced to think about it.

Which brought Dean back to something had happened.

He tried Sam's phone again. Voice mail. Wonderful.

Bobby pushed through the door, "I paid for another two nights." He scratched at the back of his neck and looked everywhere but at Dean.

"He should have been back hours ago, Bobby. He doesn't do that crap anymore. No sneaking off. Been telling me every move he's making. Something is wrong."

"You tryin' to convince you or me?"

Glaring straight into Bobby's eyes, Dean straightened and squared off his shoulders. "Something is wrong. Despite everything I still know Sam better than anyone and I still know when he's in trouble." There, he'd said it, out loud and everything. Sam was his life and despite some rough patches between them Dean still knew. He wasn't ready to give up on his life so quickly. Dean knew what he wanted and he intended to get it back and keep it.

Bobby nodded. He jerked his chin toward the door. "Let's go find the kid. You're both pretty sad and annoying when you're separated."

Huh…maybe Bobby had more ideas than Dean gave him credit for.

The drive from the motel to the warehouse was short, quiet, tense and uneventful. The second Dean saw the Impala he knew beyond a doubt, Sam had been in trouble when he'd called and was covering that fact up. Some misguided need to protect Dean no doubt. Stupid kid, Dean was the only one who was permitted to do that.

Out of Bobby's van before it was completely stopped, Dean scoured the front then back seat. Next he sprinted to the trunk, slid the key in the lock and popped it open.

Sam's phone and car keys.

If Sam had left a huge, neon sign stating in dire trouble, need help, he couldn't have been more obvious than leaving the car, phone and keys as he had.

They needed a plan. As much as Dean loved Bobby and appreciated his help he had the nagging feeling he needed to be alone on this. Convincing Bobby to go home and start digging up everything on the man-witch as possible was surprisingly easier than Dean thought it might be. He was seriously starting to think maybe he just didn't give Bobby enough credit when it came to knowing him.

After scouring the area, Dean returned to his motel. He was fairly sure Patrick had left the area and his gut was telling him Patrick had more than a little bit to do with Sam vanishing.

Tossing and turning that night Dean dreamt of he and Sam. When he jerked awake deep into the night, he swore he'd felt Sam's hands and mouth all over him and the way Sam opened to him, allowing him deep inside his brother's heated body. He had one monster of a hard-on and barely stumbled to the bathroom in time to find relief.

He missed his brother so much it hurt. It hurt worse than when he and Sam had voluntarily separated, and that had been so painful there were times Dean didn't know how he'd catch his next breath.

Dean wanted his brother back. He had no idea how to find him, but find Sam he would, no matter how long it took.

-0-

Sam quietly exited the elevator a few steps behind Patrick. He stood and waited for Patrick to unlock the door to their suite. A suite, he and Dean almost never stayed anywhere this nice. He had to admit if he was a prisoner, this wasn't a horrible prison. Patrick crossed the room to the bar and poured two glasses of wine, handing one off to Sam.

"Hungry? Shall we order in?" Patrick smiled at him.

Sam nodded and settled in a chair while Patrick ordered a late dinner. He never asked Sam what he'd like to eat, simply how he'd like it prepared. A short time later their meal arrived and Sam was beckoned to the table. Without comment he sat opposite Patrick and ate. The food was always good, the accommodations always nice. Sam wasn't mistreated or harmed or even mildly threatened and if he talked back Patrick was quite the chatterbox, and happy to spend hours engaging in conversation.

"You did very well tonight, Sammy."

Fork stopping midway to his mouth, Sam's gaze popped up at Patrick. "Don't call me that." He softened his voice at once. "Please don't. My brother…Dean is the only one…"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I understand. It won't happen again." Patrick smiled at him and swirled wine around the inside of his glass. "You and big brother are very close."

Sam shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, it's just the two of us, so…yeah."

A cell phone, Patrick's cell phone, was tossed across the table. Sam barely caught it before it dropped he was so surprised by the action. "It's been nearly a week and you've behaved very well. You deserve a reward." Patrick leaned back in his chair, smile widening.

Sam stared down at the phone in his hand.

"Call anyone you'd like. Five minutes this time, I think. If you earn it, maybe you'll be permitted to talk longer the next time."

"I can call Dean?"

"Anyone at all."

Sam opened the phone, but didn't dial. He looked back up at Patrick. "What can I tell him?"

"Anything you'd like," Patrick held up one finger, "Except where you are, what city."

"I can explain?" This had to be some sort of trap.

"If you'd like. Make big brother feel better knowing you're well cared for in his absence. He cares for you very well doesn't he?"

Patrick's legs stretched under the table, brushing against Sam's. He drew his own feet under the chair and pulled away at once, ignoring Patrick's last question. A few deep breaths and Sam dialed. Dean answered on the second ring.

"Dean, it's me."

"Sammy. Where are you? Are you alright? What's going on?"

"I'm fine. I'm with Patrick, he hasn't hurt me."

"Sam," Dean said the word slowly, drew it out, "Are you alright?"

"I'm not hurt." Sam closed his eyes, he didn't want to see Patrick watching the exchange. On the other end Dean swallowed and grumbled. Sam could perfectly picture his expression, a mixture of worry and guilt and understanding. Sam wasn't fine, but he wasn't in danger of physical harm either. Dean mumbled something about not hurt and being alright were two entirely different things. "I'm in a hotel. It's nice, room service and an elevator."

"Are you—?"

"I have my own room."

"What's going on?"

Patrick tapped his watch and held up three fingers. Sam bit down on his lip and nodded.

"I only have a few minutes, it's nearly midnight here. Patrick said I could call you. He says my blood is valuable to witches, for spells. Just a drop or two, that's it. In exchange for letting you live I had to promise him a month. After that he'll call you to come get me. He promised he won't hurt me and he hasn't."

"You shouldn't have agreed to that, Sammy."

"I couldn't live without…I can't do that again." He bit his lip harder trying to stifle the soft sob wanting out, but his voice still came out shaky and breathless. "I can't."

Sam heard Dean nod, sigh and move around, probably sitting down. "I get it."

"I'll call you when I can. Dean I—"

"Me too, kid."

Whatever else Dean might have been about to say Sam didn't hear. Patrick had stood and moved to Sam's side, took the phone and closed it. Running one hand over Sam's hair, he spoke in a low, soft voice. "Very good. You're so young, so handsome."

Sam tipped his head to the side, away from Patrick's hand. "That wasn't part of the deal," he said quietly.

"No, Sam it wasn't. But you do like men as well as women, don't you?"

Shrugging Sam kept his gaze firmly on the tabletop. "That's not illegal."

Patrick let his fingertips brush along Sam's neck and across his shoulders before pulling his hand away. "It's not. But, you're a very nice looking young man. You can't blame a guy for trying, now can you?"

"No. I'm tired. May I go to bed now? Besides you gave me something I don't think I should be passing around."

Patrick laughed and snapped his fingers. "All cleared up now." He brushed two fingers over Sam's hair again then turned and walked back to his side of the table. "Of course you may go to bed. Sleep as long as you'd like tomorrow."

Standing, Sam carefully set the wine glass down and pushed the chair in. He offered Patrick a curt nod, but didn't meet his eyes before he turned and headed toward his bedroom.

"You like it, don't you?" Patrick asked, voice low and steady.

Sam turned and looked at Patrick, waiting patiently for whatever else the man had to say. When he didn't continue Sam raised one hand, palm up and let it drop to hit his leg. "Like what?"

Patrick smiled, it was soft and warm. "The control, being controlled. Does Dean do that for you? Take charge of you? Big brother more than just a brother?"

Pulling his lower lip in, Sam chewed on it for a few seconds. He had no answer, none he wanted to share with Patrick. "I can go now?" He motioned to the door to his room.

Extending one arm, Patrick waved Sam away. He raised his wine glass, "Good night, Sam."

Sam slipped through the door to his room and eased the door closed behind him, leaning back against it and closing his eyes for a minute. It was unnerving the way the witch saw right through him. The honest fact was Patrick had hit a few nails right on the head. Jess knew about the control, she'd understood right from the beginning, saw through Sam just like Patrick did. He hadn't had to ask for it. He didn't know how to ask Dean or if Dean wouldn't even be repulsed and disgusted with him.

He walked into the small bathroom and got ready for bed. Ten minutes later he was stretched out in the big bed. Sighing he rolled his head to the side, but there wasn't another body in the bed, or another bed, just a few feet of empty space between his bed and the wall. If he closed his eyes he could imagine the feel of Dean's hands roaming his body. How he slipped easily into Sam sending electric shocks of pleasure rolling through him.

Hand wandering down and under his boxers, Sam stroked himself, sighing. As he neared climax he grabbed the pillow and shoved it over his face not wanting Patrick to hear his soft moans and rapid breaths. Ever since he was sixteen he'd been imagining Dean's deep, mellow voice giving him permission to come, no matter who he was with. Even with Jess, when she spanked or bound him, made him kneel at her feet and jack off, Sam always heard Dean in his head telling him it was time to come. Even when Dean wasn't there he had control over Sam.

Grabbing his shaft and pulling up hard, twisting at the same time, Sam bit the pillow and rumbled into it when Dean's voice in his head offered him release. It was Dean's name Sam panted out.

Ten minutes later he'd come back to himself, got his breathing to steady out and taken a quick shower. Since he and Dean had joined back up Sam had tried to voice what he wanted. There'd been a time he could have asked, talked to Dean about it. Sam knew on some level Dean knew, had always known what Sam was looking for just as on that same level Sam knew what Dean wanted, or at least had wanted. The simple fact was a small, but noisy, part of Sam was afraid of Dean's rejection. Maybe it was something Dean didn't want anymore, or wasn't interested in from Sam.

Patrick had been completely correct, Sam did like the control. It gave him comfort. Sam missed his brother. Three more weeks and Patrick would let him go. Sam rolled to his side and tried to sleep. He could go to Patrick, find distraction with him for a few hours. It would feel good to be in someone's arms for a bit, protected, allowed the release of having it all decided for him. Patrick's arms weren't Dean's arms, though. What Sam really wanted was to be in the circle of his brother's arms, pressed close to his chest, safe, secure and cared for in a way no one else ever did or could.

-0-

Dean heard the phone click dead and stared at it for a moment. He had been totally surprised that Sam was allowed to call him but at the same time it made sense. Patrick liked to play games, to taunt his opponent so teasing Dean with a call from Sam probably gave the con-man a thrill.

Sighing he tried to gather his thoughts. Dean would try to trace the call later, but he knew in his heart of hearts that Patrick was too smart to be done in by a phone trace.

No, tracing the phone would do him no good, but using the information that Sam gave him would.

Wiping at his face in frustration Dean then lifted his phone and hit speed dial.

After a few rings he finally got an answer. "'lo, this better be good boy."

Dean smiled at Bobby's tired threat. "Sam called."

"Crap, is the kid okay?" The voice on the other end was much clearer this time.

"Yeah, he sounded okay. He told me that Patrick hadn't hurt him, he was just out selling the kid's blood. Sam said something about witches were buying a couple of drops of his blood for spells. Does that make any sense to you?" Dean had been puzzled about that comment but when Sam had said it he was too preoccupied with finding out if the kid was okay to ask any more questions about it.

"Makes a lot of sense. That man-witch as you call him, likes to live a life of luxury. Cons will get you only so far in life, but dealing in supernatural commodities will make you the big bucks. Hell, Bella lived high off the horse with her dealings." Bobby replied in a huff.

"Yeah, don't remind me of the bitch. So I get you can make money off of supernatural crap, but Sam's blood? How can that help them?" Dean swallowed hard, it was not pleasant talking about Sam as something to be owned or sold to someone else.

"Well, I know that a drop of regular old demon blood can give a spell a major power boost and so I would guess that maybe that's the case with Sam's blood. The blood itself won't do much but added to a spell or potion, it could make for something pretty powerful. I'm sure that's the idea that Patrick is selling."

"Yeah, well and since he is a con-man all he has to do is make them believe it."

"Yep, and then if it doesn't work, he's out of town before anyone is the wiser is my bet. But to be honest Dean, I bet Sam's blood does work and that this witch is making a tidy little sum of money off of it. But on the bright side, it will be a way to track them."

Dean's heart jumped at the last statement. "How Bobby?"

"Well boy, I know of some dealers myself. We could get the word out that we are wanting to buy some human mixed demon blood and see if we get any bites. But in the mean time you got any other leads?"

"Yeah, they're in the same time zone that we're in and Sam mentioned that they were staying at really nice hotels with room service. So my guess they're in a bigger city." Dean had wished he had more information to give Bobby but at least it was a start.

"Not a lot to go on but at least we're not grasping at straws now."

Dean nodded and realized that the older hunter couldn't see him. "Yeah, and we know Sam's okay. I was so afraid he might have taken years from
the kid or..."

"Me too kid, me too. Well, I'm gonna finish sleeping and I promise to get the word out in the morning about needing to buy some special blood.
Hopefully we'll have a bite soon."

"Hope so. Thanks Bobby."

"Sure, get some sleep kid."

Dean let out a deep breath. Sleep, yeah that wasn't gonna happen, not with his head spinning. At least they had some clues now and he knew Sam was okay. That would have to be enough for now.

TBC

A/N: So do you guys like it? Do you like Patrick as the villain? Thanks for reading we should have more up in a week as we get the next chapter beta'd. :0)