Know When To Fold 'Em 3/?
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).
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 blueeyedliz And a big thanks to thruterryseyes 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
Patrick could hear Sam stirring in the other room and smiled. It had been a late night, but a profitable one. He had had no problem letting Sam sleep in.
Patrick sat at the small dining table in the suite and took a sip of coffee as Sam emerged from his room.
"Did you sleep well, me boy?" Patrick asked as Sam approached the table.
"Yes I did. Can I have some coffee?" Sam motioned to the pot sitting on the table with the room service breakfast.
"Certainly and please help yourself to some breakfast, you must be starving." Patrick smiled as Sam did as told, poured himself some coffee, grabbed some eggs and toast.
They sat in silence for a bit as Sam ate and Patrick pursued the newspaper. Once Sam finished his meal, Patrick laid the paper down and smiled at him.
"So, I have something for you. Mrs. Dow was so very thrilled with you, that she left a tip." Patrick handed over a white envelope and watched as Sam gave him a confused look as he took it from him.
"I don't understand. You sold her my blood, why would she want to tip me?" Sam studied the envelope and then looked across the table.
"Well yes, she did buy your blood but I think she was very happy that you then spent the rest of the night visiting with her. You reminded her of one of her favorite husbands, you remember that part don'tcha laddy?"
"Yeah, well I didn't mind, she seemed lonely. Sad really. I can't take her money and besides it really belongs to you. I'm yours for a month so this is yours." Sam started to hand the money back and Patrick shook his head.
"While that maybe true, I want you to have it. Mrs. Dow is a powerful witch who might be a bit lonely for a young man's attention but don't feel sorry for her. She has lived a long life and has more money than she knows what to do with. In fact, she didn't buy your blood for a spell like most witches, she bought it for an obscene amount of money so that she can brag that she has your blood. So the five-thousand dollar tip is measly money compared to what she paid me. Please keep it, put it in your bag for emergency funds."
Sam studied the envelope and then nodded placing it on the table. "So what are our plans for the day?"
Patrick looked at his watch. "Well after you get showered, we can head into town to pick up that fine suit I had made for you. I'm thinking it's time for me to get back on the horse and play some poker."
Sam gave him a tight nod. "And you want me to go with you tonight?"
"Oh yes Sam me boy, I need me a wingman and you'd be it. I haven't worked alone in well many years, and while it will be sad to not have Lia with me, I must move on with my life." Patrick looked away and swallowed hard. Lia was still a painful loss but he knew life had to move forward.
"C-Can I ask you about her?" Sam's voice was quiet and timid.
Patrick smiled at the curiosity he saw in his young captive's eyes. That was one of the things Patrick really liked about Sam, his quest for knowledge.
"What would you like to know?" Patrick replied back trying to keep the emotions of loss out of his voice.
"How did you two end up together?"
Patrick looked at the ring on his finger, one of the first gifts Lia had given him. He then looked up and gave Sam a smile.
"Well she came to me in away that is very similar to how you and I hooked up. It was many years ago, and I was in a cattle baron's town, sizing the place up. I came across the perfect person to swindle. He was one of the founding fathers of the town, and near the end of the road. His arrogance permeated the bar we were in as he told me his sad tale. Seems he had waited to start a family, wanting to sow his wild oats and then the next thing he knew he was old. So he took a young bride and he thought that his life would be fulfilled, he would have his name live on with a child. Only his young bride gave him a girl and he was worried he
didn't have enough time to produce a worthy heir."
Patrick paused and took a drink from the water glass on the table.
Sam shifted in his chair and spoke. "So this was Lia's husband?"
Patrick nodded. "Yeah, the poor thing was basically sold to the man by her family. She was beautiful and they had no money so it seemed the best thing for everyone. Well accept that poor Lia was miserable, but I learned all of this later. So I told her husband that after he sobered up, I would be happy to play him for years. He chuckled but agreed to meet me the next night. We met at the local hotel in my room, and I was surprised that he had brought his wife and baby girl for luck. I was very much taken with Lia from the moment I saw her and appalled that she was stuck with this oaf."
Patrick paused and took another drink. He was pleased to see that Sam was totally engrossed in his story, so he continued. "Well, her husband didn't do so well and really it was curtains for him the minute I was to cash the chips in and that's when he begged. Begged for me to take the years from Lia, that he would pay me handsomely. I smugly told him I was not interested, and that's when he looked at her and said when I
die you and the baby will have nothing. My brother will inherit it all."
Sam shifted again in his chair a frown on his face.
"So I made an offer like I did you Sam, I would play another hand with him, with a guaranteed win for him if I could have Lia for me but he had to promise to take care of the child. Maggie was such a sweet child, I really couldn't understand his coldness towards her. But I'm getting off track, he agreed to my offer, and that's how I ended up with Lia."
Sam nodded. "What happened to the child?"
"Maggie was raised by the uncle and his wife. They were told that Lia had died and we made sure that her bastard of a dad left her a wonderful trust fund. So that left me with Lia, who hated me at first but over the years our friendship grew and eventually turned to love. She became my apprentice witch and my everything. Lia never liked my con-games but she always understood thanks to her ex-husband that the people that play me are far from innocent. In fact she took great joy in lining up players for me that reminded her of her husband. Lia made me hold on to my humanity, by making me care about the poor and the unfortunate. I have, since joining with her, always given money to the poor. We were a perfect match and it was a good life until about six months ago."
Sam cleared his voice and his eyes went soft as he spoke. "Something happened to make Lia want to quit?"
Patrick sighed and fought the emotions inside him. "Yeah, her daughter Maggie, we had always kept up with her from afar. Maggie married and became a teacher but unfortunately never had children. Her students were her children and eight months ago she lost her husband. We would visit her at the nursing home, she thought we were distant cousins. But after loosing her husband she started going down hill and six months ago she passed on. Lia was devastated and depressed. I just had no idea how much until …."
Sam gave him a sad smile. "Until that night you played me. I'm so sorry."
"You know while I was shocked in my gut I knew it was coming. I think that's why I made that deal with you. I didn't want to be alone and you reminded me so much of her. The compassion in your eyes and fear of loss at losing your brother or your friend. It's why I made the deal."
Sam nodded. "So tonight I get to be your wingman. Help bait you some players?
"Yes, and Sam while I know it will be hard, I need you to remember like Lia always did. The players are deciding to play of their own free will. In fact I encourage you lad like I did her to lure the most arrogant, greedy, self centered bastard that you can find. It'll set on your conscious much better that way, okay?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright then, let's get you cleaned up so we can pick up your suit and get ready for tonight." Patrick watched as Sam left the table with his envelope of money, pausing to tuck it in his bag as he grabbed clean clothes.
Tonight would be hard but it would be a new start and Patrick needed that.
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Dean had passed out for a few hours after spending the night trying to track the call that Sam made to him. No luck and after a few shots of whiskey he had finally fallen asleep.
His phone going off had awakened him.
"Yeah?"
"Dean, this is Bobby. I've gotten word out that we are serious about buying special blood. Hopefully we'll hear something soon."
"Thanks at least you accomplished something. I got nada on the phone trace." Dean huffed out.
Bobby sighed. "Did you really expect too? That he-witch is pretty sharp."
"Yeah, well everyone messes up sometime and we'll get him and when I do..."
"Whoa there boy. You can't let your emotions get the best of you. If you do then he'll win. This guy has been conning men for a long damn time."
Dean groaned. "I know that...that's why this is so damn frustrating."
"We'll get him. Just keep your head clear and we'll get him." Bobby's voice was full of confidence.
"I'm gonna keep checking on stolen cars, have you heard anything on the convertible?"
"No, but I'm still digging. I'll call you if I find anything."
"Thanks Bobby, I'll do the same." Dean ended the call and stood up to stretch. He needed a shower and some caffeine before starting his research up again.
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Sam finished putting on the suit that Patrick had bought him. It was very comfortable for a suit and felt all kinds of wrong. This was a suit for a rich man to wear not some … well not him.
It did fit really well and the navy blue color looked good on him. That was something that Dean had always said. Whenever they had to rent or buy a suit, Dean had always insisted on Sam getting a blue one.
Sam sighed. Thinking of Dean just made him sad. He still had almost three weeks left with Patrick, and that was way too long.
Taking a calming breath, Sam buttoned his suit coat and made his way to the main part of the suite he was sharing with Patrick.
He found his new 'master' at the bar in the room pouring another drink. That made Sam frown. He'd never seen Patrick drink so much and he wondered if it was too soon for the witch to be out pulling the poker con. It evidently reminded him of his time with Lia.
Clearing his throat to let Patrick know he had entered the room, he was met with a big smile as Patrick turned around. The male witch's eyes roamed up and down Sam in an appreciating way. It made Sam want to shudder.
Instead he forced a smile. "So are you sure you want to do this?"
Patrick frowned. "Now Sammy Boy, you know better than to question me."
Sam's smile fell and he lowered his shoulders and looked down, deferring to the fact he was there to serve Patrick. "I'm sorry Patrick. I was just worried about you."
He could hear Patrick move closer until the older man was right in front of him. Sam felt the other man's hand under his chin. There was pressure there to make him raise it.
As he looked up, Patrick smiled at him with a watery smile. "I'm touched by your concern and I'm sorry about calling you Sammy Boy. I did that to piss you off and it wasn't very mature of me."
Patrick slowly removed his hand much to Sam's relief and his body released the tension it was holding as Patrick moved a step back.
Sam tried another smile. "It's okay. Calling me Sammy Boy makes me want to wince. One time I had a group of classmates over to study for a tenth grade biology test, and Dean came home drunk and serenaded us with his rendition of 'Oh Danny Boy', only in his version it was 'Oh Sammy Boy'. Totally embarrassed me."
Patrick chuckled. "Duly noted. I will make sure to avoid calling you that. Though, I can't promise that if I'm drunk I won't be tempted."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I guess I've set myself up for that."
"That you have laddy, that you have. So what do you say, we hit the hotel restaurant and then the bar across the street? I feel lucky tonight!" Patrick moved forward grabbing Sam by the sleeve.
Sam nodded and followed the witch out of the room, his fingers mentally crossed that the night would go smoothly.
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The bar was your typical bar next to a nice hotel kind of bar. A bit ritzy but not to overpriced. It was full of businessmen and women who had just gotten off work, and it being a Friday most were in the mood to have a good time.
Patrick walked in with Sam but knew that things would work better if they spilt up. He pulled Sam close to whisper in his ear the plan to work the room.
"So Sam this is our playroom. Go out and mingle with the people here, men and women. If you find someone that seems interested in conducting some business then bring them to me. I know I can count on you to keep a look out too. And don't worry, my eyes will be with you the whole time we're apart." Patrick slowly let go as Sam nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then go to work." Patrick reluctantly moved away from Sam and headed to the bar for a drink. He normally liked to stay pretty sharp during one of his cons but the loss of Lia was making itself known again and he needed to repress it with some whiskey.
After an hour, the bar had been a bust for Patrick but not for Sam. There was a man in or near his fifties talking quite animatedly with his boy. Sam seemed to be totally focused on his patsy but Patrick was proud of how Sam nonchalantly checked out his surrounds, never missing a thing. He was a pro at this and it made Patrick excited to be on the con with someone so intelligent and partner worthy.
Sam was a natural just like Lia and also shared her good heart. Patrick knew he was developing deep feelings for the hunter and it pained him to think that their time together would end shortly.
He just needed a plan, a way to keep Sam for himself. Patrick was pulled from this line of thought as Sam stood up and motioned his way towards where Patrick was sitting. The patsy nodded and stood.
The two men were approaching and Patrick could see the lascivious look on the older man's face as he put his arm around Sam, it made his stomach twist. He then noticed how tense Sam was. It made him want to rush to Sam and pull him away.
He knew he was being silly, this was a con and a game. Lia had hung on men many times in order to butter them up for a game. The only difference was Sam wasn't used to the game and was uneasy. Taking a calming breath he put on his best con-man smile as the two approached.
"Patrick, I want you to meet a new friend. This is Alfred Newton. He owns his own printing business and is newly divorced and looking to try something different." Sam spoke with a smile on his face but Patrick could hear the tension in his voice.
"Oh is he now? Then you brought him to the right place, Sam me boy." Patrick held his hand out to Alfred.
"Nice to meet you Patrick." Alfred replied. "Sam here tells me that he works for you and that you offer an interesting game."
Patrick's smiled brightened. "Yes I do. Do I sense some interest here?"
Alfred smiled back. "Yeah, maybe you do. But first I have a need that I would like to have met. You see with my wife left me because our sex life ended. I realized I preferred the company of men. I've been awful lonely. I was wondering how much for a night with your boy here?"
Alfred pulled Sam closer and Patrick could see Sam tense even more. Patrick tried to make eye contact to reassure Sam but his boy was looking at his shoes in submission. It was that moment that made Patrick crack.
Every protective feeling he had been harboring towards Sam came roaring out. He pushed Alfred away from Sam. He all but growled at the man as he moved between Sam and Alfred.
The fear was evident on Alfred's face and Patrick spoken. "He belongs to me and I do not whore him out. So get out of my face, we have no business here. Leave!"
The older man scrambled away as Patrick turned to face Sam. The kid's face was scrunched up in confusion and it made Patrick even more angry. He could tell that Sam had thought he was about to be tricked out.
He reached out and grabbed Sam's arm and began to pull him towards the door. "We're done here Sam, let's go home."
Sam didn't give him any resistance and didn't try to pull away even though Patrick knew he had Sam's forearm in a brutal and painful grip.
Once inside the hotel room, Patrick let go of Sam and began to pace. He tried to walk the anger off and was thankful that Sam just stood watching quietly.
After a few minutes when he could breathe and think straight he sat down on the bed and spoke softly to Sam.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper Sam. I'm bad at that. Lia said it was my worst fault."
Sam moved forward and sat next to him on the bed. "I-It's okay. I guess I'm just confused as to why you're so angry."
Patrick looked at Sam who was once again staring at the ground in submission and this time instead of feeling anger at Sam's response he felt guilty.
"It's my fault. I took you on as a possession, and as such you have become one. Which is wrong because I like you Sam, I really do and I would never whore you out. Okay, so I've sold your blood but I've never let a client touch you and I never will. You are safe with me. I promise you that." Patrick laid a hand on Sam's thigh and was pleased when the younger man didn't tense.
Sam let out a long breath and then looked up at Patrick. "I'm confused Patrick. I guess you're right I've come to expect to be ordered around and it just seemed that if this guy was willing to pay you the right amount...."
"Stop right there. Once again, I would never trick you out Sam. In fact, I don't even know how to admit this so I'll just come out with it. I have developed feelings for you Sam. I care about you and that is one of the reasons I have become so protective of you. I think part of you likes it too, and part of you hates me. Right?"
Patrick paused, stomach clinched at the thought of what Sam would say.
Sam ran his hand through his hair in a restless manner and looked at the ground. "I-I don't hate you. In fact, I have enjoyed some of my time with you. I still don't like being separated from Dean but I don't hate you. And you are right, I like being told what to do."
Patrick sighed, it wasn't as bad of a response as he feared but it wasn't a ringing endorsement of love either.
"You got that younger brother syndrome, huh?" Patrick answered quietly.
"Maybe. I have always had Dean to watch out for me and to order me around. I guess I do find comfort in it." Sam continued to study his feet.
"Yeah but it's something that's been missing eh?" Patrick decided he needed to know where Sam stood with Dean if he was to come up with any sort of plan.
Sam's eyes shoot up. "How did you..."
"Oh Sam, I'm quite good at reading people and relationships. That's how I've survived the game so long. So when did the separation start?" Patrick used his calm, soft voice that always worked for him when he needed to extract information from a person.
"We have been off and on since I turned eighteen. College separated us first but our physical relationship was more of hormones and close proximity then. We loved each other and were brothers and ..."
Patrick smiled. "You were brothers with benefits."
Sam smiled back. "Yeah that we were. But I needed to be me so I took the college route which ended when a demon killed my girlfriend, Jess."
Sam's voice filled with pain and Patrick's heart ached. He gave Sam's thigh a squeeze. "I'm so sorry to hear that."
"So, after Jess's death, I was back with Dean and it was different. We grew really close and then I failed to save him from Hell. And when he got back, things were not the same. I did some things that really screwed things up, and I don't blame him for not really wanting me anymore."
Sam's eyes filled with tears and Patrick had to restrain himself from pulling the kid into a hug. He was afraid it might spook Sam.
"So you want and need to have this protection in your life. Following orders?" Patrick supplied quietly.
Sam nodded. "I want to be an equal partner on hunts and for Dean to trust me and respect my opinions. If he did that I would be more than willing to let him have full control. God, I would be so happy if that could happen."
Patrick wiped frustratedly at his face. "Alright then Sam know this. I would love to have that sort of relationship with you so if things don't work out with Dean, I'm here."
Sam sniffled loudly and finally answered. "Okay."
TBC
A/N: So what do you guys think of Patrick? Thanks for reading, more up in a week!