Running with the Devil Pt 3
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 an illegal road race across the USA to track a demon that is running motorists off the course and sucking their souls out.
The engine was singing and Dean felt his heart race as the scenery slipped by. They were half-way to the next check-in point and the Impala was running neck and neck with the Mercury. The older car cruised smoothly over the interstate, Gabriel keeping his machine well within sight of the Impala. Dean frowned when he thought about it. It didn't seem as if the other man was trying very hard to shake them.
John and Bobby were at the head of the pack tailing the black Lamborghini driven by the French doctor. Of course the high performance cars always ran ahead of the pack. But speed wasn't always the key to winning the race and their father had told both younger men that Doctor Rosier didn't seem any more interested in pulling ahead of the pack than the young man in the Mercury.
They were stymied right now as to finding the demon as well. It had been two days since the Mercedes ended up wrapped around the light pole in the parking lot of St. Joseph's hospital in Wynona. Two days for the demon to build up a hunger for more energy. Dean was of the opinion that it wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. So he and Sam were rolling along keeping a sharp eye on the blond and the older car. Yet it was two more days before anything at all happened.
The check-in point in Amarillo was a small out of the way motel on the highway. The town didn't look like more than a dip in the road and a single traffic light. With a sigh Sam slid out of the driver's door watching as Dean stretched his back. It was nearly midnight and the Impala had rolled into the lot at the rear of the pack of cars.
The sleeker new cars were already ensconced in spots and Sam could see the Viper parked beside the stairs to the upper floor. He smiled knowing that his father and Bobby were probably tucked away for the night. Bobby had done a good job of pacing the Lamborghini and it had been four days since the last wreck in Wynona. The demon must be getting ready to make its move, and they all wanted to get there before anyone else had to die.
Sam didn't see how the demon could hold out any longer. Maybe they'd drawn enough attention to themselves so that it would come after them and leave the rest of the racers alone. There was a single figure standing on the landing of the second story back against the railing, a thin stream of cigarette smoke encircling his head. Sam felt his back stiffen as his brother paused in his trip to their room giving Gabe a quick once-over. The other man smiled invitingly.
Pushing past the blond Sam turned waiting to usher his brother into the room, but Dean seemed side tracked, his gaze lingering on Gabe's clean-shaven face. His stomach twisted and Sam wrenched the door open with more force that was necessary. The flimsy wood swung inward caroming off the wall with a resounding clatter. Shooting Dean one more look Sam slammed the door closed behind himself.
Dean grunted as he passed Gabe. Flicking the cigarette over the railing of the landing the blond slid a foot out blocking the other man's passage. Dean pulled to a halt glaring, but Gabe merely smiled.
"Lighten up, Dean. Just wanted to talk to you a bit."
Dean shrugged leaning against the wall. "I got nothin' to say to you."
"Pity 'cause I think I could enlighten you," Gabe sneered. Dean felt the hair on the back of his neck rise, and that wasn't the only thing. Glancing down he flicked his gaze lazily to the other man's face. Gabe smiled
Suddenly Dean swung around grabbing the other man by the collar of the black leather duster he wore. Gabe grunted in surprise hands flashing out to latch onto Dean's wrists. With a grin he tugged Dean forward and they collided at chest level, feeling the impact of muscle and bone. Dean's breath caught as Gabe's fingers worked their way into the waistband of his jeans then slid the zipper down. His own hands were busy with Gabe's jeans, letting the rough denim slid over the thinner man's slender hips.
Without a sound Dean stepped forward and his cock jumped as he came into contact with the other man's body. Gabe gritted his teeth as the metal teeth of Dean's zipper raked his flesh then the jeans were down to his knees and their bodies slid together.
Pressing Gabe back against the rough brick of the wall Dean thrust against him, moaning under his breath when the other man fisted the front of Dean's shirt dragging it up enough so that their flesh slid together without any barrier.
They thrust against each other for a long time before Dean couldn't hold out and shot his load across the other man's belly. Gabe stilled letting Dean ride out his orgasm then finally with a muttered groan he came as well. Dean pressed himself against the other man feeling his body jerk through the aftershocks of his orgasm when a faint scent caught his attention.
He was out of it, trembling on weak knees when Gabe's scent hit him hard and Dean shuddered trying to identify the smell. The odor was cloying, not quite the scent of decomposing flesh and yet something not right…something otherworldly. Backing up Dean tugged his jeans up and watched as Gabe redressed before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. He flipped the pack over but Dean held up a hand.
"Dad and I quit a while back."
"Oh yeah, John…so you and Dad do everything together Dean?"
Gabe somehow made the remark sound sordid and dirty, and Dean felt a flash of anger, but he shrugged.
Gabe nodded. "Don't get your drawers in a knot. I know a little about not getting along with your father, that's all."
"Oh yeah? How's that?" Dean asked warily.
Gabe smiled.
"Believe me; I know a lot about it. I never wanted to cave in, always wanted to do my own thing, live a life all my own." Flashing Dean a smile the other man turned to leave. "I know a lot more than you think, Dean."
With a frown Dean pushed off the wall. "Yeah? You ever been wrong about anything, pretty boy?"
A slow sad smile crawled across Gabe's features. "Just once."
Dean watched the other man walk down the sidewalk disappearing down the stairs to the parking lot. As he tugged his clothes into some semblance of order Dean leaned back against the wall. Something lying on the landing caught his eye and he stooped down. Lying on the dirty cement was a feather. It was long and glossy black, a mate to the one he had found several nights ago in the parking lot the hotel in Wynona.
With a frown on his face the elder Winchester brother tucked the feather into his pocket and unlocked the door to the room he and Sam were sharing. Turning briefly Dean watched the lower level of the hotel sidewalks finally noting the shadowy figure below. The lights came on in a room on the first floor and Dean turned back to the door of his own room, tapping out the pass code that their father had taught them so many years ago.
Sam was seated on one of the beds watching television when his brother walked into the room. He half-rose as Dean dropped on the other bed, glaring at the older man. With a grunt Dean tugged his boots off kicking them under the bed then sighing as he watched his younger brother out of the corner of his eye.
"Okay Sammy, I know you're not gonna let this go so let's just get it over with."
"You smell like him," Sam said tightly. Rising up onto his knees the younger Winchester made a vague waving motion at the window. "Dean, you're letting your objectivity get clouded. Gabe may be the demon we're after and you're out there screwing around with him."
"Sammy, I'm a big boy now. I can make some objective decisions all on my own."
"I don't think so Dean. You're getting too close. I'm sure that Dad would be pissed off if he knew you were screwing some guy when we we're on a case?"
Flipping his brother a quirky grin Dean stabbed a finger at the wall between the rooms.
"Are you kidding? Dad and Bobby are banging each other's brains out and you haven't said a word…well, that's not true you've complained about the noise, but I don't see you lecturing Dad about his clouded objectivity."
"I know that Bobby is not some demon, Dean. Dad knows that too. And as you've pointed out, way too many times, Dad is happy. And that's making him more cautious not less. He's weighing things out Dean, and you're throwing your life away for some quick lay."
"Oh jeeze Sammy, what the hell do you care who I fuck?"
His lips trembling Sam grabbed his brother by the shirt dragging him forward. "I care because it's my life and Dad's and Bobby's on the line if you mess up. You need to stay focused and I care who you fuck because its not…"
Gulping in a huge breath Sam backed away dropping his hands to his side. Dean stayed poised on the edge of the bed watching his brother through narrowed eyes.
"It's not what, Sam?"
He wanted to shout, because it's not me. Because I'm not the one that sees your face when you come.
Instead he just closed his mouth. Taking a deep breath Sam wrapped his arms around his chest, falling back against the headboard. He shook his head as Dean climbed to his feet then dropped onto the bed beside his brother. Sliding his fingers under Sam's chin Dean raised his head. With a quick grin he shrugged.
"Come on, Sammy…talk to me, dude. It's not what?"
Sam sighed letting his eyes drop close. Dean was sitting almost pressed against the younger man's side. Sam could feel the heat coming off his body in gentle waves. But when he leaned into Dean's side the scent of the other man filled his senses. Sam rose walking away.
"It's just not right, Dean."
Taking a deep shuddering breath Sam staggered across the room. Quickly he slammed the bathroom door before his brother could follow him inside. His back banged against the hollow wood and Sam slid down the door landing in a heap in the floor. Folding his legs up Sam rested his head on his knees.
John lay on the cool crisp sheets hands grasping Bobby's shoulders lightly. He was limp, relaxed and half-asleep. Bobby was rocking gently above him pressing his dick against John's limp cock, and John shifted again giving the older man more room to thrust. It only took a few more minutes for Bobby to come.
With a long shuddering sigh the older man dropped onto John's chest. John wrapped his legs more firmly around Bobby's waist cradling him in his thighs. Finally, Bobby pushed himself up and off the other man, and John tucked his arms under his head staring up at the ceiling.
"Damn that's good," he said quietly. "It just keeps getting better. I kinda thought you be tired of me by now."
Bobby cracked one eye open knowing that John was fishing for reassurance even if the other man would die before admitting it. Surveying his partner Bobby took a deep breath. John was relaxed, caught just on the outside of sleep and fuzzy from his recent orgasm. Bobby decided that if he was going to take a chance there was no better time.
"John I been thinkin'," he ventured. John rolled onto one side. Bobby swallowed hard then smiled. "Uhh, like I said I been thinkin' and well… I think that we should get married."
John blinked. "What? We can't anyway; you know it's not legal."
"Well, I don't mean as far as Uncle Sam goes, you know just for the two of us. There's places in Vegas that'll do it without the license, just the ceremony."
"Wait, let me get this straight. You want to run away to Vegas and get married?" Now he was smiling and John felt Bobby stiffen by his side. "Bobby we don't need that. It's just a piece of paper."
With a frown Bobby cleared his throat. He was pushing his luck as it was, so he might as well push it just a little bit farther. "Was it just a piece of paper with Mary?"
"That's not fair!" But John could see the hurt on Bobby's face and he cursed under his breath. "I don't know that I'm ready yet Bobby. I'm sorry."
Nodding Bobby pulled the other man into his arms. "You take all the time you need. I just wanted to let you know where I stood on this thing. And I ain't changing my mind either; when you get ready I'll be waiting."
John wrapped an arm around Bobby's waist laying his head on the other man's shoulder.
"Maybe I'll get some kind of sign, you know like a sign from God or something."
Chuckling Bobby let himself drift into a light doze. "Yeah maybe. Just keep an eye out for it, okay? I love you John."
John brushed a kiss against Bobby bearded chin. "Yeah, I guess I love you too."
The Impala was already in the parking lot of the small diner across the street from the check-in point when Bobby pulled the Viper up and cut the engine. Sam was standing on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant across the street and saw the two older men park. He waved briefly and Bobby shot him a quick salute in acknowledgment. Smiling John crossed the street and wandered over to his younger son.
"Where's Dean?" John asked as he pulled to door to the building open. Bobby noticed the glare on the youngest Winchester's face and hurried inside. He turned to John cocking an eyebrow but the other man just nodded. "You need to talk to me son?"
Watching as Bobby shook Dean's hand and the two men headed to a table Sam nodded.
"Dad, I think that Dean is getting a little caught up in this thing. He's not making great decisions…"
"Sammy is this thing about some girl somewhere? You know how your brother is. He's twenty-six; I think he's a little too old for me to ground him for breaking curfew."
Sam winced. "It's not about a girl…I think…I know that Dean is messing around with the guy who drives the Mercury."
John frowned. "You boys are supposed to be tailing him not fucking him." At his younger son's pained expression John held up his hand. "Okay so I'll have a chat with him."
Dean looked up when his father and Sam came over to the table. John's brow was furrowed and he scowled at his older son. Sliding into the booth beside Bobby John thrust a finger at Dean.
"You need to keep your mind on the race and your dick in your pants."
Dean grimaced shooting his brother a wounded glare. "Jeeze, Dad, what put a bug up your ass?"
"Sammy told me that you were messin' around with the blond in the Mercury. Do I need to remind you that he is one of our prime suspects?"
Dean growled, looking from his father to his brother. "Well, I guess you'll have to keep on reminding me, Dad. We all know I'm not the brightest crayon in the box…"
Both Sam and John flinched but before Sam could say anything John said, "I wish you wouldn't do that Dean. Don't run yourself down. I know that it's my fault and I want you to stop doing it."
Dean shrugged. "It's nothing that's your fault, Dad."
John chuckled. "I wish that was the case but I know its true, at least part way. And believe me; your brother lets me know it's true. But you mean so much more to us than that. I should have told you more often how much I relied on you Dean."
Sam's jaw dropped. "Just where did that come from, Dad?"
Dean winced holding up a hand. "Sammy, give the man a break. He's trying and you won't even meet him half-way."
"I didn't mean it that way."
John shook his head. "No, Sam is right Dean. I've been wrong about things. I guess I can see that more clearly, now that I have a reason too. There is something beyond just tracking down every evil bastard we can find and killing it. I found my reason, my something to hold on to. I just want you to find your reason Dean. You gotta let go a little Dean. Find your something to hold on to."
Dean's eyes dropped to the table. How could he tell his father that he already had his something to hold on to…his someone? He could just see the reaction on his father and brother's faces when they found out just what Dean's reason for living was, who his someone was.
The cars started out on the next leg of the race and Dean felt an easy almost peaceful wave washing over him. He felt at home here on the open road with Sam by his side and his baby singing to him. The cool clean breeze ruffled Dean's hair as he rolled down the window, far up ahead he could just make out the form of the black Viper driven by his Dad and Bobby.
The older men were running slow, keeping a tight watch on the French doctor and his Lamborghini. Dean smiled when he caught sight of Bobby easing back in the driver's seat getting ready for the long haul to Okalahoma City. Sam had been quiet this morning, self absorbed, and nice or not Dean was willing to just let his younger brother brood for a while.
The four men had held an impromptu planning session the night before and decided that they were going to force the demon to show itself by starving it out. Dean put all thoughts of the race behind him as he kept his car tight on the rear bumper of the Mercury. Gabe was looking kind of frayed around the edges, but Dean just kept right on his tail and the miles ground down under the Impala's wheels.
John settled back in the seat watching the scenery slide by as the Viper cruised easily behind the black Lamborghini. The driver of the other car kept throwing looks over his shoulder and John just grinned. The race was on the far side of half-way done and he was beginning to get a feel for the other man.
The Lamborghini's driver ran with the front of the pack but never too far ahead, and he didn't seem too concerned about winning. That didn't sit right, and it wasn't just that. He and Bobby had run into Doctor Rosier and the encounter had left both men with a bad taste in their mouths…literally. John had been nauseous enough that he had lost most of his lunch and Bobby didn't fare much better. There was just a feeling of oiliness, of something dark and slippery in the man's personality. It didn't mean he was a demon, but something about him left both men feeling wound up.
Now, they were more than determined to make sure that the Viper stayed right on the Lamborghini's tail. Too many people had died and all four of the hunters were determined that that was going to stop. Humming under his breath Bobby slid the car into a spot just behind the other car watching as the Jensen Interceptor pulled out of the pack and exited the highway.
Suddenly the Lamborghini cut across the lanes of traffic right in front of the Viper and Bobby cursed as he cut the wheel sharply to avoid a collision. He turned the wheel hard bringing the car right in line behind the other car. All three vehicles exited the highway and hit a side street at high speed.
The driver of the Interceptor glanced behind her and frowned making a motion to her passenger, but the man merely shrugged. Flooring the car the Interceptor jumped forward and headed towards an intersection making a sharp right turn. John frowned.
"What the hell is she doing? She's headed back the way we came."
The Lamborghini made the turn but Bobby was just a little too slow and by the time he got to the intersection the first car had disappeared down a side street. He glared at the tail lights of the Lamborghini.
"I think she's trying to duck him, get him lost then get back to the freeway, but she's headed into a closed in industrial park. Get on the phone to the boys let 'em know what's up."
Dean looked up and uttered a brief dismayed shout as the Jensen Interceptor appeared on a side street parallel to the highway headed in the direction they had just come. He checked the rearview mirror then cut across three lanes of traffic and hit the exit ramp at high speed. He pulled onto the side street just behind the Interceptor.
Suddenly the '49 Mercury careened onto the road from another side street followed by the black Lamborghini. Dean hit the gas and the Impala surged forward as the Lamborghini bumped Gabe's car, knocking him into the sidewalk. There was a sickening screech of metal then the big car swung over the curb bumping onto the street just in front of the other car.
Both the Lamborghini and the Mercury hit the gas coming up onto the Interceptor fast. Dean cursed under his breath when he saw that the other cars were going to make the intersection faster than him. The three cars screeched through the turn and onto the side street disappearing into the distance.
The Impala swung around a curve in the road and Sam caught sight of the old Mercury tearing down a side road. With a muffled shout he grabbed his brother's arm and tugged.
"Dean, take a right at the next road. I see Gabe's car. He's coming up fast on the Jensen."
Cursing under his breath the older Winchester brother jerked his car into a sloppy right turn cringing when he bumped over the curb scraping the under carriage. He could see the tail lights of the Mercury fading from view. Sam jabbed his finger at the window.
"There, he made a left."
Suddenly Sam's phone rang and he quickly fished it out of his pocket. John sounded pissed off about something but Sam was too distracted trying to keep the other car in sight to worry about what.
John's voice stuttered out a bit then he was back. "Sammy, tell your brother that me and Bobby lost the Lamborghini. It was here one minute, we were right on its tail then he managed to get away from us. I think he was headed back in your direction. We're turning around and coming back that way."
"Okay, Dad," Sam said closing the phone. "Dad and Bobby lost the doctor's car. He was headed this way though so we need to keep up with the Mercury and keep an eye out for the Lambo."
Cursing under his breath Dean nodded pulling the steering wheel over hard. The Impala's tires whined as the car swept around another curb then both young men caught sight of the Mercury and another car speeding along the road ahead.
Sam leaned forward trying to get a clear visual on the first car when the black Lamborghini also swept onto the road just in front of the Mercury. He could see Gabe slamming on the brakes as he barely avoided clipping the rear bumper on the Lamborghini then veered across the road into the lane of the oncoming traffic. He caught sight of the lead car swerving across the lanes then disappearing down a side street.
"It's the Jensen Interceptor; I can see the Saint 1 license plate."
Suddenly the Interceptor roared down the side street, the black Lamborghini followed right along. The Mercury made the turn, swinging wide as Gabe shot a look over his shoulder at the Impala and bumped the front end of the car.
Dean grunted in surprise as his car veered over the curb coming to an abrupt halt. He watched through narrowed eyes as the Mercury made the turn. Hissing out a breath Dean threw the Impala into reverse and back over the curb. Turning to his brother he shot him a wary grin.
"You okay, Sammy?"
The younger man nodded rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah…yeah just go!"
Dean slammed on the gas and the car surged forward. He rounded the corner then slowed slightly as he glanced at each parking lot they passed. Sam was also checking the side streets and parking lots on his side of the street and was the first to spot the Lamborghini speeding away from an abandoned building farther down the street.
"There, Dean, check in that lot just two streets down."
The Impala rolled to a top just behind the '49 Mercury. Dean could see Gabe standing beside the Interceptor. The car was ripped in half at mid-passenger cabin, glittering wreckage scattered over the asphalt. Gabe slowly swung around as Sam and Dean came up behind him.
Holding up a hand Gabe stepped back and Dean tugged his .45 out of the waistband of his jeans leveling it at the other man. Gabe took a step forward then flicked his gaze between the two Winchester brothers.
"Dean," he said slowly lowering his hands to his sides, keeping them well in view. "I didn't do this."
Sam snarled, "It doesn't look too good for you right about now Gabe. I mean you are the one standing over the wrecked car, and oh…the two dead bodies in it."
"Regardless, Sam. I didn't do this." Cocking his head Gabe jerked his chin at the older of the two men. "Dean, you've got to believe me. I'm not the one you're looking for."
Something deep inside Dean sent a shiver crawling down his spine. Gabe raised a hand clutching at Dean's wrist for a minute. "Dean, I'm not the enemy."
Sam frowned, turning to his brother as Dean lowered the gun. Gabe took in the older brother's expression then bolted for his car. Sam watched incredulously as the Mercury sped off down the street. Turning to his brother he waved a hand at the departing car.
"What the hell was that Dean? I told you, you were letting your objectivity slide. You just let the bad guy go. Great job, just wait 'til Dad hears about this."
Flashing his brother an irritated look Dean tucked the gun away, ducking down to examine the two dead bodies in the front seat of the wreckage. He frowned, they were cold, stiff to the touch and the look on their faces would haunt his dreams that night even after so many years of doing what they did.
With a sigh he stood pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. Sammy was right, they'd have to call their father and Bobby. And he was right that the older man was going to be pissed off. Still Dean had a nagging doubt. After all, they had not actually seen the other man killing the couple in the car. He had only been examining the wreckage the same as Dean and Sam.
They had to call John and tell him that it was a wrap on the couple in the Interceptor. Dean cast a casual glance down at the rear bumper and the license plate hanging precariously on the dented metal. Closing his eyes he looked down the road where the Mercury had disappeared. Finally his Dad's voice cut in on the other end of the phone line.
"Dad, me and Sammy need to meet with you and Bobby. Give me an address."
TBC