Running with the Devil Pt 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Parings: John/Bobby, Dean/OMC, Sam/Dean
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: Wincest (Sam/Dean), explicit M/M sex, violence, lots of car related dialogue thanks to my son
Summary: The Winchesters and Bobby take part in a 1700 mile illegal road race across the USA to track a demon that is running motorists off the course and sucking their souls out.
Dean flopped onto one of the two double beds in the room, watching his younger brother out of the corner of his eye. Sam was standing in front of the connecting door between the room he and Dean currently occupied and their father and Bobby's room. Sam's mouth was hanging open and he flinched turning to glare at Dean when the older man giggled.
"Jeeze, I hope that there are no families with small children on this end of the floor. I can't believe some of the things Dad says when he's going to….well," Sam blushed.
"When he's going to come?" Dean asked, swallowing another fit of giggles. "Do you think he was that loud when him and Mom did it?"
"Oh crap, Dean," Sam snapped, "I really don't even want to think about that."
"Where do you think we came from, test tubes?" Dean sighed picking up the remote and flicking the TV on. "Or maybe we're little alien babies? That would explain you anyway, bitch."
"Oh shut up," Sam said settling on the bed. Dean glanced over at him.
"That's some real snappy repartee there little bother. Does this thing with Dad and Bobby really bother you?"
"No, it doesn't, not really. I just wish Dad could go back to being the strong, silent type."
"I think it's nice that Dad is finally easing up. Maybe he's happy Sammy. You ever consider that?"
John sat propped up against the headboard of the bed, he took a hit off the joint he was smoking and inhaled deeply passing it to Bobby. Bobby sighed as he pulled the covers up over his lap, but John sat on the bed in nothing but his boxers. He took the joint back from Bobby and sighed deeply. He was relaxed for the first time in years.
Suddenly the connecting door between the room the two older men were sharing and the one his sons' were sharing swung open. John bolted upright, waving one hand in the air trying to dispel the smoke. He coughed then realized that he was still holding the joint and quickly put his hand behind his back.
Bobby frowned grasping his lover's arm and tugging, "Johnny you're going to set the sheets on fire. Give me that anyway; you've had a bit too much."
"Ain't no such thing as a bit too much pot," John snapped then clapped his hand over his mouth at Sam's wide-eyed expression. John's younger son stomped across the room flailing his arms around his head.
"Dad! You're stoned!"
John waved him back, "I am not stoned, Sammy. Just a little loose."
"I'm stoned," Bobby intoned solemnly. John shot him a look and smacked him on the back of the head as if to say, 'Don't give them an opening.'
Grinning Dean shuffled to the bed. "I don't know Dad. I think Bobby is a bad influence on you. I don't think we should let him date you any more."
John made a pffff sound then giggled. "He's not dating me, he's fucking me."
Bobby shook his head. "You boys need to lighten up, man."
John chimed in, "Yeah, you boys are not going to narc us out to the pigs are you?"
Sam put his head in his hands. "Oh God! He's having retro flashbacks."
Suddenly John bounded off the bed. Sam staggered a step backwards to avoid being mown down by his father. John quickly pulled his jeans out from under the bed and slid them on. He frantically groped through the blankets and fished out a t-shirt. It was covered in white crusted goo and Sam winced.
"Dad, you can't wear that."
John glanced down at his chest and then grinned, "Opps, I'll get a clean one from my bag."
Tossing the t-shirt in the floor he scrambled to his duffle and shrugged into a gray cotton work shirt, leaving the first few buttons undone. Bobby threw the blankets off and began collecting his discarded garments from under the bed.
"I'm hungry," John said. "Let's walk across the street to Denny's for pie."
Sam frowned. "I'm not going out anywhere with the two of you. You can barely stand up."
"You can sit down in the place," John said waving his arms expansively. "They have chairs." He snorted at Sammy as if that should be glaringly obvious to his younger child.
Dean grinned. "Yeah, come on Sammy. We need pie!"
Sam kept his head down and his hands stuffed into his pockets as they entered the restaurant. The hostess glanced at John's blown pupils and sighed. But he was good looking so she shifted her shoulders allowing him a good look at her cleavage. Bobby glanced down and slid in close beside John who just laughed. With a grimace the woman lead the four men to a table.
John ordered two kinds of pie and coffee. Bobby sighed. "Johnny maybe you shouldn't drink coffee this late. You'll be up all night peeing, and I want to get some sleep."
John waved him off and took a big bite of the blueberry pie looking sideways at Bobby.
"A nuclear bomb going off wouldn't wake you, my peeing will be no problem."
John scooped up another chunk of pie but missed his mouth and dropped dark berries on his chest. The hostess sidled up to their table and frowned, bending over to give John a second shot at her boobs. Bobby frowned when John's eyes actually dipped a bit. She smiled and picked up a napkin. "You dropped a bit, let me…"
Bobby slid an arm around the other man's shoulders then smiled at her. "Here I'll get it."
He reached out for the napkin dragging it out of her fingertips, then leaned over and licked the berries and sauce off John's chest. He glanced up at her wide-eyed face, watching as she took a step back. The waitress was standing behind her grinning and the older woman huffed out a breath flouncing away.
John frowned at Bobby. "Hey I could have got laid…"
"You already got laid, and you can get it again as soon as we get back to the room, John-boy," Bobby snapped.
Dean grinned and poked Sam in the chest with an elbow.
John shot Bobby a smug look. "Jealous?"
Bobby grinned. "Nope, not the least little bit, 'cause I know whose bed you're gonna be in come nightfall."
The morning that the race kicked off was cold and overcast. The clouds hung low in the sky and a cold breeze swept the vacant lot sending little cyclones of dust into the air. Dean stood against the driver's side door of the Impala looking over the field.
There had been a late entry; a 1967 Jensen Interceptor, still bearing the license plates Saint 1 was parked at the far end of the starting line. The Impala was next to the '49 Mercury and the young man, whose name was Gabriel, was smoking a cigarette and leaning against his door as well. Dean eyes swept up the length of his slender body and the other man smiled behind the haze of blue-gray smoke. Dean shrugged and looked away watching the lanky form of his younger brother pick his way across the rough grass to the car.
Suddenly there was movement at his side and Dean flinched. He hadn't heard the other man coming, and that bothered him. Their Dad had drilled it into their heads time after time to never let the enemy get the drop on you. And while standing in a field in broad daylight at the start of a race might not qualify as a deadly situation, Dean was still troubled by the fact that good old Gabe apparently moved so silently that even his hunter's ears couldn't pick him out.
The guy was right in Dean's personal space, too close, and Dean stepped back frowning.
"Can I do something for you?"
"Apparently not as much as your brother does for you," Gabe said slyly as he tossed the cigarette away. Dean shot him a 'what the fuck' look then glared. The other man chuckled and turned to watch Sam cross the rest of the way from the road to the line of cars.
"Think a guy like me and a guy like him…"
Dean threw back his shoulders. "Sammy doesn't do guys."
"Mores the pity. What about you Dean? You do guys?" Gabe asked, grinning. Dean tossed him a bored look.
"Guys maybe Gabe, my man, but not the likes of you, pretty boy."
"Ouch, that hurt," Gabe laughed and for a moment, despite all the bravado, Dean felt himself falling into the other man's blue eyes. Gabe sighed. "You're just as hard to crack as dear old Daddy. Tell him I said hello."
Gabe trailed his hand down Dean's arm and dropped it by his side. Dean felt a bolt of lightening course through his body, coiling into his belly with a heat that left him shaking.
Sam glanced at the other man's retreating back then at his brother's sweaty, flush face. He rolled his eyes.
"Haven't you learned anything about sleeping with the enemy?" he said smacking Dean on the back of the head. Dean lurched forward and shot his younger brother a look that could have frosted the gates of hell. Sam snorted out a laugh, shoving a styrofoam cup of coffee into his brother's hand. Dean sipped at the liquid spitting out a curse when the hot coffee burned his lip.
Suddenly, Dean paused, looking back over his shoulder at the Mercury. Cocking his head he took a minute to consider how Gabe had known that John was his father. They hadn't exactly spread that little nugget of information around. It really pissed Dean off that the other man seemed to know so much about the Winchesters. That was definitely not a good thing.
John sat behind the wheel of the Viper listening to the race instructions on the radio. Bobby settled into the shot-gun seat fiddling with the dash. John shot him 'the look', and the other man grinned apologetically. Picking up a folder Bobby spread out the few Xeroxed sheets.
"First check point is Kingman, I guess they by-passed Barstow. That gives us two hundred and twenty-seven miles to run this son of a bitch all out. Too bad the CHP will have the route staked out, they do it every year or so I've been told."
John grinned. "That's why I pulled the police scanner out of my truck, and hardwired it to the cd player. Don't look at me that way. I can get it out without hurting the car."
"I know that, Johnny. It's just that it's cheating. Good thinking." Bobby grinned. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."
John coughed, blushing. They didn't really use the 'L word' between the two of them, or at least they hadn't before. It looked like Bobby was upping the ante on this thing.
Dean was sitting behind the wheel of the Impala casting sideways glances at his brother as Sam poured over the few sheets of paper the race officials had given them at the check out. The course was marked out in a series of check-in points at various cities all along the route. How the driver's got there was their business. They were starting out just behind the Mercury and Sam could see the driver sitting still in the seat. He was so still that he looked dead for a minute and Sam frowned. Then the radio crackled into the starter's voice and the Mercury's driver came alive like an animated figure suddenly switched on.
The cars made one turn around the empty lot then headed out of their starting positions and down the short road to the interstate. They kept their speeds down because the highway patrol had staked out the entrance ramps and Sam could see four black and white patrol cars glittering on the shoulder. When the cars filed past he waved briefly and got a pissed-off glare in return. Dean chuckled.
"Way to go, Sammy."
The cars swept around the curve of the entrance ramp in a single line of glittering chrome and paint. As the last car entered the freeway they spread out across the lanes. The four patrol cars sped onto the interstate following along but none of the drivers made a move and soon the racers had reached the outskirts of the town and the patrol cars fell away.
John turned the police scanner on and the crackle of static gave way to the soft murmur of voices. Bobby cast a glance over at his lover then grinned. "Sounds like they got a few surprises along the way, but we can skim past them."
Nodding John pushed the gas pedal to the floor and the viper leapt forward. The driver of the Mercedes and the boy in the '49 Mercury noted his increase in speed and the race was on.
Dean watched as his father made a move and took an early lead, but John was still holding back and the Mercedes passed him easily.
Grumbling under his breath the younger Winchester watched as several more cars sped passed until the Lamborghini pulled alongside the Impala. Sam glanced out of the window noting the French doctor's smug glare as he slipped past then hit the gas. Dean cranked the speed up in the Impala and tailed close behind.
"Damn this spy shit, Sammy," he hissed as he paced the other car. "My baby could smoke his ass if we didn't have to ride herd over Pepe LePew there."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, Dad will be pissed if you make any kind of a move. You stick with the Lambo and let the race take care of itself."
"Yeah but we could win this thing."
Sam glared at his brother, and then bent over to retrieve a can of Coke off the floor. Sipping at the soda Sam let his eyes travel over the tense lines of Dean's face. A warm feeling coiled in the pit of his stomach and Sam sat back letting the glide of the car rolling over the asphalt ease him into a light doze.
Suddenly Dean's hoarse cursing brought Sam fully awake. He glanced at his brother and then glanced over the hood of the car at the taillight of the black Lamborghini fading into the distance.
Struggling upright in the seat Sam cast a quick glance at his brother's tense face then fished his cell phone out of his pocket. Bobby's voice came over the other end and Sam grunted.
"Bobby, tell Dad that we lost the Lamborghini," he hissed.
Dean could hear his father cussing on the other end of the line and reached over grabbing the cell phone out of Sam's hand.
"He just took off on us. I'm trying to catch up but I think that he must have cut out on a side road or something. We're here just at the outskirts of the city."
John nodded to himself looking over at the older man sitting at his side. "Tell them to drop back and circle around. The kid in the Mercury took off on a side road too and he's doubling back but I'm still on his tail. We'll meet up."
"Okay," Dean said thrusting the cell phone at his brother. Sam caught it and shoved it into the pocket of his jacket.
The Mercedes SLR swung around. In the front seat the two passengers were arguing. David Mormont looked over at his wife and frowned taking the palm pilot from her hands. She thrust the small device at him frowning.
"I'm telling you this is the right way to get to the next check-in point. All we have to do is keep going west and we'll be there."
The banker grimaced. "Miranda, I saw the Lambo as we were coming around. He'll get there first. Are you sure there isn't a shorter way?"
Shaking her head Miranda pressed a few keys then sighed. "Nope, just take the next left."
The Mercedes swung around in a tight arc then headed down the street. Suddenly the black Lamborghini swung onto the road behind the banker and his wife. He looked at the sleek car in the rearview mirror noting that the huge old Mercury had cut across the road from the side street and was fast approaching.
Suddenly the whining of tires cut the air as the Mercedes was bumped from behind. The car wobbled as the driver turned the steering wheel hard trying to bring the car back into the lane of traffic. He cursed sharply as the car was bumped from behind again.
Glaring into the mirror he hissed, "What the hell does he think he's doing. I'll bet that he's already damaged the rear bumper."
Cutting the wheel sharply again the banker took the next corner too fast as he swung into a large partially filled parking lot. The two cars behind him separated as the Mercury swung into the parking lot but was cut off by another car. The banker grinned until the black Lamborghini cut across the lane in front of him. Jerking the wheel around the Mercedes spun out clipping a light pole. Miranda screamed as she was flung against the door of the car.
The engine ground as the banker tried to back the Mercedes up. A lone figure appeared at the driver's door reaching out. With a muffled shout Mormont thrust a hand out desperately lunging for the door lock, but it was too late. The Mercedes' door swung open.
The grinning figure by the door leaned inside and the banker hissed as his breath whirled on the air, swirling blue against the dark interior of the car. Miranda grabbed her husband's hand and the tall figure standing beside her husband turned on her.
Dean pulled the Impala into a tight turn then headed west on Beal Avenue, suddenly the black Lamborghini roared out of a side street at the intersection and onto the road in front of him. Stepping on the gas Dean guided the car along the lane keeping tight on the rear of the Lambo.
The '49 Mercury cut onto the street behind the Impala and Dean could just make out the smug face of the driver as he slid into the space on Dean's rear bumper. Sam tugged the cell phone out and placed a call to his father. Once again Bobby answered the phone.
"Bobby, Dean and I caught up to the Lambo and the Mercury, we're all three headed to the check-in point on Beal Avenue."
John nodded at the older man then threw a quick look at the window. "We're right behind you, just coming up on the parking lot to Saint Joseph's."
The Viper swung around the turn in the road and sudden John slammed on the brakes. Hissing a curse he watched as blue lights painted the rear windshield. But the cruiser passed him by and made a quick turn into the parking lot itself.
Dropping his speed John pulled into the parking lot as well moving parallel to the police cruiser in the next lane. Then he hit the brakes. The Mercedes SLR was wrapped around a light pole at the far corner of the lot. There were two other police cruisers and an ambulance at the scene so John just drove slowly passed.
Bobby leaned over in the seat and slapped the other man's thigh. "Both passengers look like they're dead, already going stiff."
"It's the demon. He hit again. Shit, we need to talk to the boys see if they caught up to one of the cars."
Bobby nodded. "We'll hit the check-in point then meet the boys for lunch."
The check-in point was a large parking lot beside a strip mall. The cars, minus the Mercedes, were gathered in the parking lot behind the Denny's restaurant. From the whispered bits of conversation Sam heard as he and Dean walked to a table the news of the crash had spread among the race participants.
The two young men settled in their chairs watching the door for the arrival of their father and Bobby. When the Viper pulled into the parking lot Dean nodded at the door.
"Dad's here," Dean said to his brother.
Just as the two older men were getting out of their car the 1949 Mercury pulled into a space beside them. The driver tossed John a smarmy grin that had Bobby's hackles raised then sauntered into the restaurant. He took a seat at the counter motioning the waitress over. She must have snapped something at him because the cigarette ended up behind his ear not in his mouth as she poured him a mug of coffee.
The Lamborghini's driver appeared at the front of the room and the boys watched as he side stepped John and Bobby and headed to a table as far away from the Mercury's driver as possible. Dean made a note of it then let his eyes skim over the crowd.
John eased into a chair opposite his older son watching as Bobby headed back to the restroom. Out of the corner of his eye John watched as the young blond, Gabe he recalled, followed the older man out of the room. If the kid thought he was going to hit on Bobby he had another think coming. Stifling his grin he picked up the menu.
"The banker, David Mormont, and his wife are out of the race," John said quietly.
Cocking his head Dean sipped at his soda. "Out permanently?"
"Really, really permanently," John replied with a frown. "We cased the crash site, and Bobby said that the bodies were already going stiff when the cops were trying to pry them outta the car."
Sam nodded. "Stiff like rigor or more like scared stiff?"
John lifted an eyebrow and Sam winced. "So the demon hit again."
"Looks that way."
Bobby finished peeing then zipped his jeans. He turned around to wash his hands and the blond kid who drove the Mercury was leaning against the lavatory. He offered Bobby a grin. "So you're driving the Viper?"
"Look kid, whatever you're selling I ain't buying."
"Why should you? Looks like you got a fine piece of ass already, for an old guy like you," Gabe said, lifting his cigarette, and blowing a ring of smoke at the older man. Bobby stepped back frowning.
"Good thing John ain't here. He'd take that mighty bad, you calling him a piece of ass and all."
"Oh I see, so its true love then. You love him so much, don't you Bobby, but do you really think John loves you?"
"I don't think its any of your business, kid," Bobby huffed, as he turned, but the room was empty. Shaking his head he trotted out of the door.
The four men sat at the table silently eating lunch. When they had finished with their food John sipped coffee while the others surveyed the room. Finally he turned to his younger son.
"Sammy, this thing is gonna go south pretty damned quick if we don't get a handle on what's happening. That bastard took out the couple in the Mercedes in broad daylight. I want you to do whatever you've got to do to get a list of who was originally in the race, who was killed before we got into this thing and who's left. I know the kid in the Mercury calls himself Gabe and I saw that black Lamborghini on the road behind the Mercedes. I want to know all about those two drivers, concentrate on getting any information you can. Bobby and I are going to go some research ourselves. This race has been going on for years. I want to find out anything we can on the prior running, see if anything like this has happened before and who came out on top last time."
They split up after lunch and headed out on the highway. The second leg of the race from Kingman to Wynona was longer and it was up to the drivers of the cars how they handled the race. John had decided to stop three-quarters of the way to Wynona at a small one stop light little town called Bowen. There were a couple of hotels there and he instructed the boys to meet him and Bobby at the Dewdrop Inn. Dean and Sam uttered twin groans but Bobby laughed all the way to the parking lot.
The infamous Dewdrop Inn turned out to be everything Sam had feared it would be, and more. He glared at the closed door connecting his and Dean's room to the room shared by the older men. With a disgruntled sigh he flipped the laptop open and began pulling up all the articles on the accidents that had plagued the race and brought this case to their attention. There were six of them and a small mention of the wrecked Mercedes from earlier in the day. Carefully he began plotting out a chart of names of drivers and cars.
With a yawn he glanced out the window then sat up. Dean was watching TV on the other bed when his brother leaned over and tapped the window sill. Quietly Dean rose wandering over to stand behind his brother. Sam looked up as both men watched the black Lamborghini and the '49 Mercury pull into the lot.
"I'll be damned," Dean hissed. He watched the drivers pull their cars up side by said then get out of the cars. There seemed to be some kind of altercation between the two men, then Gabe stalked across the lot to the office of the motel. The Lambo's driver watched the younger man walk away with a smile on his face then climbed back into his car and pulled out of the lot.
Dean grinned, slapping his brother on the shoulder then hustled toward the door. Sam frowned, rising quickly to intercept the older man. With a worried look he tugged Dean's arm.
"Where are you going?"
"Look I don't know how long old Gabe will be here maybe he's checking-in maybe just taking a pit stop, but I want a look in the glove compartment of that car. I'll check the registration."
For some reason he couldn't identify Sam was reluctant for his brother to get close to the car, or more likely, he thought to himself, the other man. His hand slid down Dean's arm, and he gently gasped his brother's forearm. Dean glanced down at the long, slim fingers wrapped around his wrist then cocked his head.
"Sammy?" he whispered. Sam's thumb was tracing the vein that ran the length of his brother's forearm, sliding gently over the smooth tanned skin. Sam's head tilted down eyes following his brother's as he realized what he was doing. Dean looked at him again.
"Sammy you okay?"
"Don't go out tonight, Dean," Sam said quickly.
Dean offered him a tentative grin and the younger man winced.
"I mean, if I have to listen to Dad and Bobby doing the horizontal tango I'd rather not do it alone."
"Would you rather do it with me?" Dean quipped and Sam blushed. Laughing Dean shrugged his brother off. "I'm just gonna check the glove compartment on the Mercury. I'll be right back."
Sam watched as Dean disappeared out the door. Moving to the window he waited until he could see the shadowy figure moving across the parking lot to the huge old car. Sighing Sam brushed his thumb against his lips. He could still feel that satiny smooth skin of his brother's wrist under his fingertips.
From the other side of the door he could just pick out the sounds of the bedsprings squeaking, and the soft murmur of masculine voices overlain by the sounds of rustling bedclothes.
In his mind's eye Sam could see sweat-slicked naked flesh and two bodies twined around each other, but it was not his father and the older man he saw. The faces on the bodies were his and Dean's. Taking a deep breath Sam stumbled back knees striking the bed, and he sat down hard.
Below him Dean crept across the parking lot, kneeling down beside the old Mercury. The car didn't have an alarm system he was certain, and the door was easy to pick. Sliding into the front seat Dean's hand rifled through the glove compartment coming up with a single sheet of paper. He quickly looked it over. The car had California registration with an address in Los Angeles. Dean committed the address to memory then tucked the sheet back into the otherwise empty compartment.
If Dean had glanced up he would have noticed the figure standing beneath the stairs leading up to the second floor. The thin moonlight filtering through the deepening shadows glinted on the figure's deep blue eyes. A breeze ruffled his hair, and Gabe stepped back as his leather duster ruffled around his legs. As Dean headed back to the room he shared with his brother Gabe faded back into the shadows turning toward the rear door of the building.
With a quick backward glance Dean slid around the front end of the car and headed down the sidewalk to the main entrance of the motel. When he got to the driveway Dean doubled back and headed for the stairs to the upper floor at a fast trot. As he crossed the sidewalk beneath the stairs he caught sight of something shiny lying on the ground.
Stooping over Dean picked it up. It was a single feather, large and ebony, glinting softly in the pale light. Frowning Dean glanced up at the night sky. Judging from the size the feather must have come from some large bird. But there didn't seem to be a tree in sight. Carefully Dean tucked the feather into his pocket and climbed the stairs.
TBC