Running with the Devil Epilogue
Fandom: Supernatural
Parings: John/Bobby, Dean/OMC, Sam/Dean
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: Wincest (Sam/Dean), 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 out their souls.
Many thanks to Sioux_Sioux for the beta on the story.
"What do you mean you let him get away?" John asked.
Dean grunted then shrugged his shoulders. They were standing in the parking lot of a small strip mall just a block away from the accident site. Even now the fire trucks and ambulance could be seen blocking the street. As Dean turned back to the other lot two patrol cars raced by, followed by a television news van. Apparently word of the car crashes had gotten out. Dean had seen the news van before; it had just never been this close on the tail end of one of the accidents. He shifted his balance so that he could look at his father then glance at the car sitting crushed against the shattered cement support of the downed light pole the Interceptor had taken out when it crashed.
"He was standing beside the car when me and Sammy got there, but he was just looking at it. I just get a gut feeling about him okay?" Dean said quietly.
John frowned. "The same one you got when you were fucking him?"
Sam's eyes widened as his older brother cringed but before he could say anything Bobby tugged on John's arm. Swearing under his breath John jerked his arm free scowling at the older man. Bobby failed to look suitably impressed.
"Now look here, Johnny, you just calm down. There's no cause for this, not yet. If Dean says that he feels that maybe this Gabe kid wasn't the killer then maybe you should listen. Dean's been around the block a couple of times, he knows the business."
"This ain't like him buying the wrong stock here, Bobby. In our 'business' if we make a mistake then somebody dies."
"We all know that, Dad," Sam said.
John shot his younger son a dark look. Sam sighed; there was no winning if he got between his dad and his brother. And John was still pissed off about Sam leaving for college, even if he didn't say anything, even after all this time. He knew that he was walking on thin ice around his father and these thoughts and feeling he was having about Dean would pretty much kill any relationship he had with his family, if they ever found out.
Sam hesitated but Dean shoved between him and their father.
"Dad listen, if I'm wrong then I'll fix this. Sometimes you just have to trust me."
Nodding John backed down and Bobby sighed as well. He walked a tightrope between his lover and 'their' boys sometimes. He didn't want to lose either. But John was still visibly strung out, pacing like a caged animal and Bobby could feel the breaking point coming soon. He knew how obsessive his lover could be, knew that these deaths weighed more heavily on John because he saw each one as a personal failure. When the break came Bobby just hoped that he could hold the younger man together, keep the fragile peace in his new found family.
They were half way to the next check in point when Sam noticed the police cruisers on the highway. The race was on hold, unofficially, as the cars slowed down to the normal speed limits. Word of the wrecks had gotten out; they all had seen the news reports on TV at the hotel the night before. It was a report on all the wrecks, and the report had managed to dig up information on the crashes that had occurred before the race had actually begun. John was unhappy about the news coverage. The demon was laying low and the case was stalled.
With more news coverage about the accidents the race was all but over. It was impossible for any of the cars to run all out, even the high performance machines. Bobby and John hung in tight behind the Lamborghini leaving Dean and Sam trailing Gabe in his Mercury.
The day ended on a less than spectacular note and the drivers hit the check point at an all time low mileage record. The race officials were disappointed and angry that the news crews were following the high profile cars and keeping things stalled.
Finally, the race was called at the check point and the drivers scattered among the few motels along the highway hoping for less of a police presence the next day, and more room to crank up the speed.
Bobby stood on the walkway of the hotel in front of the room he was sharing with John watching as drivers pulled into the motel's parking lot. He stepped back into the shadows as the '49 Mercury pulled into a spot then Bobby caught sight of the Lamborghini pulling in not far down the sidewalk. He eased forward as the driver got out and the Doctor approached the younger man.
Sliding to a halt Rosier smiled then leaned against the light post beside the mercury.
Gabriel pushed the door to the Mercury opened. He could see the black Lamborghini sitting in the parking lot. There were several other cars in the lot as well and the younger man cursed under his breath. It was always like this, whenever he got close enough to confront Rosier someone was around.
Taking a deep breath Gabe walked over to the other car letting two of his fingers trail along the sleek side. Rosier titled his head as the blond approached, a patently phony smile plastered over his face.
"Once again you are just a bit too late, Gabriel. You don't have the ability to take me on, not really and you're kidding yourself if you think so. You gave it all up, traded away your power for love. How revolting."
"Don't underestimate my abilities. I will find someway to stop you. It's just a matter of time now."
"Maybe you could have done it, before. But now you don't have the power. He has turned his back on you, and you better get out of my way. You'll regret it if you don't."
Frowning Bobby hurried inside the room quietly closing the door behind him. John was already in bed and Bobby licked his lips at the sight of his lover's bare shoulders above the creamy ivory colored comforter. He quickly stripped down and sighed as John slid over giving Bobby room to climb in the bed.
The older man leaned over catching John's chin in his hand easing forward. The stubble on John's chin caught against the longer hair of Bobby's bear and scratched at his skin but he was in heaven when John's lips parted for him letting him plunder the depths of his mouth.
John's hand came up clutching at Bobby's shoulder then slid down around to his chest pushing him back. The sheets were cool and crisp against Bobby's bare back and he sighed again as John slid up and over him, pressing his hard cock against Bobby's belly. The older man grinned and clasped John's hips in his big, blunt fingered hands. He lifted John pulling him over until their dicks were pressed together trapped between John's hard body and Bobby's stomach.
Rocking gently John teased his lover until Bobby uttered a curse under his breath and slapped the younger man on the ass, "Come on, move it Johnny-boy. Get that sweet ass of your's in gear. That's it… oh yeah…come on… harder. Yeah, that's so good.'
His voice, a low, rough whisper he urged John on until they were rocking together and John moaned deep in this throat. The smoky, needy sound of it made Bobby's stomach clench and he thrust his hips up off the bed, grabbing John's ass he forced the younger man to thrust harder until he exploded, spurting over both their bellies. Bobby felt the hot splashed of this lover's release then grunted once and came with a low growl.
Dean lay back in his bed listening to the sounds coming from the older men's room. His groin ached and he drew a deep ragged breath. Casting a quick glance at Sam he looked at his brother's sleeping face, and in his mind it was Sam moaning Dean's name with the same raw, urgent need as his father called out to Bobby. Dean's hand crept under the blankets and he pushed his underpants down.
The squeak and squeal of the bedsprings in the other room was fast reaching a crescendo, and Dean wrapped his palm around his dick tugging in rhythm to the sounds of the older men's passion. Just as John's breathy moans echoed through out both rooms Dean grunted through his nose and shot his load over his stomach.
"Oh God, Sammy…" he groaned.
The figure on the other bed shifted and Sam rolled over.
"Dean, are you okay? Did you say something to me?"
Quickly wiping his hand on the blanket Dean felt the heat rising in his face as the rolled over, then panted, "No Sam, its okay just go back to sleep."
Two more days of slow running were driving them all slowly insane. The cops were all over the cars, knowing that that many high end automobiles in one place could only mean one thing; the race. John was driving the Viper and Bobby was on the cell phone to the younger men. He cocked his head listening as Dean complained about the heat, the slow progress, the fact that Gabe showed no signs of making any kind of a move and seemed content to pace the Impala without even bothering to hide the fact that he was onto the other men.
Dean and Sam were, as usual, tailing the Mercury. As Sam pulled the Impala onto the freeway he spotted the Shelby Cobra cruising in the next lane. With a quirky grin the younger Winchester stepped on the gas crossing behind the Cobra so that the passenger side door was facing the driver. The girl behind the wheel looked over at Dean and thrust out her tongue. With a grin he cranked the window down and leaned out. The girl in the passenger seat of the Cobra slid back until she could see him more clearly then she pulled her t-shirt up flashing Dean her boobs. He jerked back in the seat hissing out a breath and the girl driving slammed on the gas. The Cobra jumped forward.
"That bitch!" Sam snapped and Dean turned. Flushing Sam fumbled with the wheel punching up the Impala's speed a notch. "I can't believe she tried to psych us out like that."
He mumbled under his breath and Dean cocked his head looking at his younger brother. Sam blushed again, "Hey, I just don't want to lose either."
Dean grinned adjusting himself in his jeans. He settled back casting sideways glances at Sam as the car roared down the highway.
The '49 Mercury slid into the lane next to the Cobra and suddenly Dean was all business. Casting a quick glance over at the driver behind the wheel he tapped Sam on the thigh and the younger Winchester shot Gabe a look as well. They dropped back a little giving Gabe room to pull the Mercury into the spot behind the Cobra.
The girl driving the Cobra turned slightly in the seat then looked in the rearview mirror at the big black Mercury. Frowning she slammed on the gas and the Cobra jumped ahead but Gabe just sped up behind her.
The three cars were running neck and neck when the Lamborghini pulled up behind Dean. Sam jerked his chin toward the rear of the Impala then nudged his brother with his elbow.
"Call Dad and Bobby. Tell them to move their asses, I got a feeling that something is going down now."
Without warning the Cobra swerved off the highway and onto the exit ramp. Dean cursed as Sam was forced to go on to the next exit. He glanced behind them and watched as the Lamborghini and the Mercury also veered off the highway and onto the side streets behind the other car.
The Impala made it to the next exit and Sam swung the car off the highway and turned right headed back toward the other cars. Dean grabbed his cell phone and was gratified to see his father's name on the caller i.d. John's voice was rough, tight with anger.
"Bobby and I saw them take off after the girls in the Cobra. We're right here at the exit, swing back. I'm right on their tail and if we cut through a couple of parking lots instead of staying on the road we can come out on the street ahead of them."
"Okay," Dean said. "Me and Sammy are headed back your way. We should be there pretty quick. Stay on the Lambo tight 'cause I think he's the one."
John scowled down at the phone in his hand then flung it across the seat to Bobby as they swung around the exit ramp and hit the road at better than one hundred miles an hour. The Viper slewed across the road and skidded into a large parking lot, then raced forward. John brought the car around and cut across the side street right in front of a truck.
The truck driver slammed on his brakes and blasted the horn but John ignored him cutting into another parking lot. Bobby glanced behind them cursing as he saw the trucker pulling out a cell phone.
"John slow down, you're drawing too much attention. I think that guy just called the cops."
"I don't give a fuck, Bobby. This'll all be over long before the cops get here. That bastard has killed his last victim."
The Viper shot out of the parking lot just behind the Cobra, the Lamborghini swerved to avoid hitting them. John smiled when he saw the grim look on the Doctor's face. He scowled at the Viper and John shot him a triumphant grin.
"We got the bastard now. Dean was right."
The Viper swerved around the bend in the road tires whining on the loose gravel. John cast a quick glance in the rearview mirror and cursed as he saw the black Lamborghini careening across the road then settling right on his tail. He shot Bobby a look.
"I don't think that he's gonna slow down. You best hold on, if he clips the rear bumper at this speed we're going in the ditch."
Bobby nodded, and then turned in the seat watching the other car's progress on the road. John took another turn too fast, the car fishtailing on the asphalt, when Bobby thought they might spin out of the road the other man got the Viper under control.
His breath hitched in a sigh of relief then he gasped as John swung the car in a tight U turn heading back toward the Lamborghini. They could see the confusion on Doctor Rosier's face as the Viper bore down on him. For brief moment his mouth gaped opened as if this had never happened before then he turned the steering wheel over hard and the Lamborghini spun on the loose gravel in the road. The car veered around and the Doctor vainly jerked on the steering wheel but the forces of gravity exceeded his driving ability and the car hit the bank of the side hill bouncing up onto a flat, vacant lot.
John brought the Viper up over the curb and Bobby cringed as the undercarriage scraped ominously. He'd have a hell of a lot of explaining to do if John wrecked this expensive piece of machinery. But the car cleared the curb, tires spinning on the soft dirt as the Viper jumped forward. Pulling the car up along side the Lamborghini John swung the door open.
The Doctor was already out of his car and he turned on the other man as John came out of the Viper spitting mad. A nasty grin spread itself over Rosier's face and he raised a hand. Suddenly John pulled to a halt hand going to his throat as he choked. Gasping he staggered back. Bobby threw the door open on his side of the car clambering out. He staggered around the car and grabbed his lover by the arm.
John's face was pale, a thin line of blue around his lips. Bobby jerked him behind the car. With a cough John bent over at the waist retching. With a trembling hand Bobby brushed the younger man's hair back and John shot him a look out the corner of his eyes. Nodding almost imperceptible he turned and charged out from around the back of the car as Bobby spit out a muttered curse.
"John, damn it, get back here!"
But he could see that it was too late to stop the other man so Bobby waded into the fray cursing. The Doctor turned on John and with another gesture the other man was off his feet again. This time his body rose into the air spinning slowly then with an almost lazy flick of the wrist John was tumbling head over heels through the air. He hit the side of the Viper and rolled, grunting, as he slid through the gravel and dirt.
Climbing to his knees John fell forward unable to stand and this time Bobby jumped for the demon when it raised a hand as if to strike the younger man down. He hit Rosier's back and the other man stumbled, the blue-white lightening bolt curled around his fist dissipating.
The air around the three figures crackled with spent electricity then Bobby felt the hair rising on the back of his neck as the Doctor whirled on him. Suddenly the black Mercury driven by the young blond appeared on the road followed closely by Dean's Impala.
John made one last attempt to reach the demon and it turned on him throwing Bobby to the ground. This time the lightening swirled around the Doctor's fist and he jerk throwing the blue light onto John. The other man spun around arms flung out as he pin wheeled over the ground landing flat on his back, and didn't move.
Bobby cried out scrabbling over the loose soil to the prone body of his lover. John wasn't breathing. Dropping to his knees Bobby pulled the younger man's head into his lap. With a groan he looked up as Dean opened the door to his Impala and jumped out.
Gently Bobby shook the other man and was rewarded by the soft inhalation of breath. His heart clenched, at least John was still alive. Quickly he turned John's head then Bobby caught sight of the crushed area on the back of the other man's skull. John had a nasty skull fracture at the very least, and probably brain damage as well. Bobby moaned again cradling John close to him.
Dean dodged around the two older men casting a brief glance at his father's bruised and battered form. Bobby was pale faced and shaking, holding onto his father as hard as he could, but Dean could see that John was badly hurt maybe dying. With an angry shout he hurled himself at the man standing beside the Lamborghini.
The '49 Mercury pulled up behind the Impala and Sam had to jump out of the way as Gabriel slammed his door open charging past the younger man. With a frown Sam reached out to catch the blond as he hurled passed, but a quick movement brought Gabriel out of his reach and into the fight with the Doctor.
Sam shouted, "Dean look out!"
Turning quickly Dean watched as the blond shot across the lot and grasped his arm.
"Dean, you can't win this, you and your family maybe hunters but you aren't prepared to deal with him."
Both men turned as the Doctor rose to his full height and thrust his fist out, blue lightening clasped in his hand. Gabe shoved Dean out of the way and the bolt of electricity that the demon hurled at him hit the other man. He groaned, trembling but kept to his feet. Dean was flung back from the lightening bolt striking Gabe and he cried out as his leg snapped, the bone breaking with an audible sound. Rolling over Dean managed to see that John was still down, but Bobby was finally moving, and Sam was crouched over the older men's prone bodies. With a shout he rolled to his knees as the demon turned away from Gabe toward his brother.
"Dean," Sam screamed above the sound of the rising wind. "Dean get up."
Gabe took a few steps toward the black Lamborghini but the demon whirled. "You should have stayed out of this Gabriel. I can kill you now."
"You can try," Gabe said smiling. He rose up to his full height holding a hand above his head. Lightening split the sky. With a smile the young man titled his head back letting the rain fall down his cheeks. With a grin he opened his mouth letting the water cascade down his throat.
"Father, I beg you. Help me."
Suddenly the demon hissed and Dean rolled onto one side looking at the Doctor. The rain hitting the neatly dressed form sizzled against his smooth, tanned skin and he flinched. Holding up a hand Dean touched the drops to his lips, and his leg felt better. He rolled over bending his leg; he was healed.
Turning John's head Bobby splashed the water over the wound on the back of his skull and the broken flesh began to mend itself. After a few moments the blood was washed away and Bobby could see that the skin and bone beneath John's hair was knit closed. Sighing he smiled when John moved slightly. Quickly Bobby held his hand out cupping his palm catching the droplets in a pool. He careful held the water to John's lips watching as the other man drank. John's eyes fluttered opened and Bobby took a deep shuddering breath.
"Holy water," he whispered to John. "It's raining holy water."
Cradling John's head in his lap Bobby chuckled. John groaned as he tried to pull himself up, but Bobby kept the younger man down. "You just be still a minute. I thought I lost you and I ain't ready for you to move just yet. Besides I'm kinda celebrating."
John flinched. "Celebrating? I almost died, Bobby. I know I turned you down and all, but that's just cruel."
"You hush, John Winchester. I ain't celebrating that. I'm celebrating 'cause you are caught on your own technicality."
"What the hell are you rambling about? What technicality?"
Bobby pushed his cap back letting the clear sweet drops of rain run down his face. "You said you'd marry me when you got a sign from God. Well, I think raining holy water is a sign from God alright. You are caught; lock, stock and barrel Johnny-boy. You got to marry me now."
John sighed reaching up to catch the other man's chin in his hand. The rain was cold but the hair on the older man's face was short enough that it was warmed by his body heat. With a smile John pulled and Bobby leaned down over him. Their lips met and John wrapped his hand around the other man's neck.
Finally John pulled away whispering hoarsely, "I don't think that it's raining holy water for that reason but yeah, I guess that's a sign from God. Okay you win, but don't come complaining to me when you find out just what the hell you're getting into."
With a grim smile Gabriel turned on the cowering form huddled by the car. The demon hissed as the apparently younger man raised his hand clenching it into a fist. The ground shook with the force of thunder and lightening striking again. Gabe caught the bolt, blue electricity sparkling over his skin, curling into a ball around his closed fingers.
He hurled the ball, just as the news crews and the police pulled into the parking lot. The lightening crackled against the demon's chest, enveloping him in blue fury. He screamed, exploding into a black cloud that was carried away by the wind. Emptied of the demon possessing it the dead body of Doctor Rosier fell to the ground.
The wind howled whipping the black leather duster around Gabriel's shoulders, and Dean gasped. John was rising awkwardly leaning heavily against Bobby and Sam clutched his father's shoulders. Dean struggled to his feet staggering the short distance to his family hands on John's shoulders. Gabe turned his face toward the sky, smiling.
"Father, thank you…" he said and the wind lifted the hem of the duster billowing it around him and the humans gasped. Dean watched in fascination as Gabriel's wings unfurled, glossy black and fully fletched. The angel tuned to Dean grinning.
"I'm going home."
John refused to go to the hospital even though the paramedics said he still had a concussion. Bobby silently loaded him into the Viper and they headed to the hotel. Sam and Dean followed behind.
Later they all sat around John and Bobby's room watching the news. Dean knew what he had seen yet the news footage showed something vastly different. The camera crew had caught the entire fight between Gabriel and the demon. On film it looked like the younger man pulled a gun and shot Doctor Rosier. The harried police captain who appeared looked more annoyed than anything when the reporter shoved a microphone in his face.
"We have several witnesses to the shooting. As of now this race is being closed down. The 1949 Mercury is impounded as well as the Lamborghini belonging to Doctor François Rosier. We have also issued an APB for a one Gabriel Angel, but he has disappeared. The investigation into the shooting is continuing."
Later that night the four men were sitting in John and Bobby's hotel room. John took a sip out of the cup coffee. He was watching as his boys and the older man argued over the final few minutes of the final basketball game of the season. John would never admit it but he hated basketball with a passion. It didn't matter anyway. His boys were safe and alive and he was on the way to becoming a married man again.
Closing his eyes John brought up an image of Mary, blond and beautiful. His sweet angel. She had loved him more than John had thought anyone was capable of loving. And God, how he had loved her. She had given him the two most precious things in his life.
Usually it hurt John to think of her so much, but now… somehow… the memory wasn't so bitter. He grinned. How could one cantankerous old hillbilly like Bobby Singer have done so much for him? John had thought he would never love anyone again. He had been wrong, and he was glad of that. Now he just wanted to do everything he could to be sure his boys lived to be as happy as their old man.
With the game over Bobby rose off the bed and came over to the table where John sat.
"I guess we should tell the boys the good news?"
John smiled but before he could say anything Dean bounded over slapping his father on the back.
"Hey we got the bad guy, sort of. I guess that means we kinda won. So anything else is gravy."
"Well then," Bobby said standing behind John and clamping his hands on the younger man's shoulders. John glanced up not sure if Bobby was trying to be affectionate or keep him from fleeing the room. He leaned back letting Bobby's blunt, strong fingers work out some of the tension in his neck.
"Bobby and I are going to Vegas."
Sam cocked his head. "Did you get another case already?"
"No we're getting married," John said grinning.
Sam's face went blank and then Dean punched his brother on the arm.
"Wow, Dad, that's not…I mean that's great but you and Bobby married?"
"Well," Bobby said squaring his shoulders. "Why not? Besides he has to marry me."
"What?" Dean snickered. "Dad, did you knock Bobby up?"
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Look if either one of us was gonna be knocked up, it would be your Daddy, okay. He's the one who's always on his back with his legs spread."
Sam and Dean cringed and Dean held up a hand.
"Ewww, dude!"
Chuckling Sam rose stretching.
"I think that's my cue to leave. I'm going to bed."
Dean tossed his beer bottle into the trash and rose as well following his brother. Turning he smiled at the two older men. "Goodnight, guys."
"Yeah, same to you, son."
John yawned widely then pushed the door closed behind his sons. Bobby wagged his eyebrows patting the bed beside him. With a grin John stripped off his shirt and climbed inside.
When the door closed behind him Sam leaned back against it watching as his older brother limped to the bed. Dean's leg was healed but the pain lingered. He had been unusually quiet during dinner and the game. With the race officially closed down the four men were taking a few days off then heading back to Bobby's to drop the Viper off to his friend. They didn't really care about the race anyway, the demon was gone.
Still Sam couldn't shake the horrible feeling of anger and frustration he had earlier as he, once again, watched his brother put his life on the line. True his father had almost been killed as well, and the younger Winchester was still suffering from that shock. He had almost lost two of the only three people in the world who really mattered to him. His father was his father; the man who had raised him.
And, true, Sam had never gotten along with him but losing John was too horrible to contemplate, especially now that Bobby's feelings were involved as well. Sam only hoped that would temper his father's moods and make him more careful, the fact that the two older men were even joking about getting married made Sam feel more at ease concerning his father's mental state. His Dad was moving on, hopefully he would think more clearly now.
But what had horrified Sam the most was seeing Dean down on the ground, his leg twisted and ruined. The image would haunt him for nights to come. No matter what happened to the Winchester clan, plus one, in the future Sam had made up his mind that he was never going to watch Dean die. He'd do whatever he had to do to make sure that his brother was safe.
Now he was just happy to be here, warm and safe with his family around him. Dean was curled on the bed, boots tossed carelessly in the floor. He rose up and stripped off his t-shirt dropping it on the growing pile of clothes at his feet. Looking over at his brother the older man smiled.
"Sammy, come on over. It's been a long day. Let's hit the sack."
Sighing Sam pushed off the door and wandered reluctantly across the room. He stood beside his brother watching as Dean winced as he settled back against the pillows. Dean grinned up at him and Sam felt his heart clench. Finally, he settled down on the soft surface of the bed pulling his long legs up and propping his chin on one knee.
"Dean, when I saw you and Dad lying out there in the dirt. When I thought that you both might be dead, it almost killed me. Bobby was a wreck; you both need to be more careful."
Sam's breath caught in his chest and he turned away not wanting Dean to see the tears forming in his eyes. But Dean sat up catching his brother by the shoulders; Sam turned offering him a half-hearted grin.
"Hey, Sammy…I'm as careful as I can be. I don't want to die. I mean if you think I have some driving need to sacrifice myself, well things change. We're all we've got Sammy, you and me. We've got to take care of each other."
Sam shook his head. "I don't want to be a burden, Dean."
"Hey, it's no burden you know 'he ain't heavy he's my brother'…all that stuff."
Taking a deep breath Sam pressed his hands against Dean's shoulder, feeling the hard muscle jump as he clamped down. "I want to be more that your brother, Dean…Nothing, I should just learn to keep my mouth shut."
Suddenly Dean brushed his brother's hands away, and Sam flinched. But Dean leaned forward rising to his knees and grasping Sam's chin in his fingers. He smiled, and Sam felt his heart clench. Easing forward Dean let his lips brush over Sam's. "You are more than my brother Sammy…you are my reason."
Closing his eyes Sam leaned into Dean's touch. "I can do that Dean. I can be your reason to live. I want to do that."
Dean smiled, "Good 'cause that's all I need."
The End