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A/N: Chapter 17 concerned the involvement of the BAU and set up their arrival at the Festival. This chapter starts out returning to Sam and Dean's meeting with Earl and Karl Montain at The Old Bar the previous night. If I have confused you, I'm sorry. I have two story tracks going here. They will be melded together soon.

Hunter's Moon

Chapter 18

Naked and Captured

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

ooOoo

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

ooOoo

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go.

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, 1974

After their brief run-in with Ed Gainer and his hunt recruiting efforts, Sam and Dean stood up and stretched. They once again went through the handshaking ritual with their new friends, Earl and Karl.

"It's been great meeting you guys," Dean said. "We got to get going. Our room is about 20 miles away and it's getting late. I hate to cut it short. It's been real nice to find old friends of Dad's."

Karl looked over the top of his beer. "Where the hell are you guys staying?"

Sam shrugged, "At a bed n breakfast called Bastione's. It's all that we could find. I guess we were just too slow to beat the crowd."

"Ah, hell," Earl responded. "We can fix that. As a matter of fact, you can help us out of a corner."

He looked over the room and his eyes landed on a blonde, lanky, young guy a few tables away. "Hey, Larry," Karl called. The young man looked up at the call and Karl waved him over.

"What's up, Karl?" the young man asked when he got to their table.

"Are you and Lacey really spending your wedding night in one of those motel cabins out back?" Karl asked.

Larry smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, bad planning on my part. I just didn't realize how crowded the place would be when we set the wedding up in Hope Chapel on the River. Lacey is being real nice about it, but I feel like I let her down. Not a good start to wedded bliss, is it?"

"What you'd say if we could get you into Bastione's tonight?" Karl continued.

"God, I'd owe you forever if you could fix that up, Karl." Larry was beaming.

Karl went on "Ok, Larry, these two guys are Sam and Dean and they think being stuck 20 miles out of town is a problem. They would really like to be in a cabin out back. You guys want to swap?"

The handshake ritual happened all over again and Larry and Dean worked out the logistics of swapping rooms. To grease the wheels, Karl offered to pay for the Bastione's room for Larry and his bride as a wedding present.

Finally the whirlwind of Larry, Dean and Larry's charming bride, Lacey, left the bar and peace descended. Sam was left with Earl and Karl.

Earl got up and bought them some more beers. When he returned with the cold bottles he said, as he handed one to Sam, "It's real good you guys looked us up tonight. Me and Karl wanted to do something for Larry's wedding and this worked out just great. Larry is a good kid. His Dad helped us out a lot in the past and we sort of look at Larry as an unofficial nephew."

"Where's his Dad?" asked Sam.

"Another Hunter gone. Freaking 'giest cracked his head open on a hunt up on West State Street north of Purdue University about 15 years ago. Nothing we could do about it. Lucky hit for the 'giest. Caught Larry's Dad right across the temple and killed him instantly. "

"That's too bad," Sam said. "Hey, what was his name? Did he know our Dad too?"

Karl snorted. "Yeah, he was Everett Pauly. He knew your Dad too, as much as anybody knew your Dad. John had a habit of turning friends into enemies in the space of a single sentence. Said something to Ev about the way he was raising Larry and Ev told him it was none of his business."

Sam laughed. "I can see that happening, better than you know. It happened a lot."

"We all said something to John at one time or another about the way he was raising you boys." Karl went on. "It turned a lot of people against John when they saw you boys being dragged around on John's hunts. A lot of people wanted to do something about it but John would just up and disappear when someone said something he didn't like so we just stopped talking." Karl took a long drink of his beer. "Sorry about that. We should have done something for you boys."

Sam smiled. "We turned out alright. We do Ok on our own and we lookout for each other. John's gone now and chewing over old hurts does no one any good."

Sam sat back and their table got quiet. The Montain brothers looked like they were mulling old memories. Sam looked around the bar trying to see if he could spot the Hunters. It was a pretty easy exercise. They stood out based on scars alone. Some of the men would look back directly at Sam but a percentage of them avoided his eyes or turned their backs when they saw him watching.

Time passed, people entered and left. Sam was comfortable and at peace. He often noticed how quiet the world could get when his loud Energizer bunny of a brother was missing. Dean cast an aura of excitement naturally. The addition of his Tammuz energy made him the center of any group.

Sam began to discern a pattern to the movement of Ed Gainer. Gainer spent a lot of time at the bar picking up beers and talking to the young bus boy. Sam thought it was odd. He also noticed that Gainer was trotting his beers back to a guy sitting at a table in the back of the room. Sam couldn't get a good look at the table sitter.

Sam leaned in to Karl. "What do you think Gainer's up to, Karl?"

Karl put down his beer. "I'll tell you what he's up to. He's trying to get a hunt together and no one who knows him will back him up. He gets people killed. I don't know who the guy at the table is but Gainer's making a habit out of kissing the guy's ass. I just hope Gainer doesn't talk young Silas into going with him. That's a good kid. I'd like to see him make it to his next birthday."

Sam pulled Gainer's map out of his pocket and took another look at it. "Just where would it be, Karl? Is it far away?"

Karl looked at the little map. "No, not really. "Here, let me show you." Karl pulled out a road map and traced the location with his finger. It was only about a mile or so inside the woods that started out at the back of the bar.

"I'll tell you what, Karl," Sam said. "When Dean gets back I'll talk to him about keeping an eye on the kid for you. And maybe I'll have another little talk with Gainer and find out what his problem is."

XXXXXXX

Later that night Sam ended up in a tree talking to Silas about the quality of his friends. He and Dean decided to give Silas a ride back to the bar since Ed Gainer and the mysterious "Tom" had left Silas behind assuming that the Winchesters would most likely kill the kid.

Once inside the Impala Silas was fascinated watching Sam morph back into a human again.

"Where are my clothes, Dean?" Sam asked.

"I think Silas might be sitting on them," Dean replied. "Hey, Silas, you see any shirts back there the size of circus tents?" Dean laughed. "Sam wants them."

Silas handed up the requested clothes and Sam's boots. "I know you guys are the Winchesters but exactly what are you? You're Supernaturals, for sure. Is that why that 'Tom' guy wants your bodies? Are you magical or something?"

"Slow down with the questions, kid." Dean huffed. "You're treading all over our personal secrets. Maybe we don't want to tell you this stuff. You're lucky we haven't eaten you yet."

Sam yelped. "Dean! God, why try to scare him?"

Dean looked at his brother. "I would like to point out that I am not the scary one in this car. He saw your cat. Damn, he saw your wings! On a scale of one to ten I barely rate a one."

Sam turned to Silas. "Look, I'm not going to eat you and if I was going to hurt you I would have done it up that tree. We actually came out here tonight to protect you. Karl and Earl were worried about you hanging out with Ed Gainer. Gainer is not a good guy."

"Did you see that werewolf come over the hill?"

Silas nodded yes.

"Ok, we think your buddy Gainer had something to do with creating that wolf. This area has been clean for years. The Hunters see to it. It's to their benefit to keep the festival clean so how is it that Gainer, who is a piss-poor hunter, suddenly knows there is a wolf in town and knows exactly where that wolf will be and when?"

"What happened to the wolf?" Silas asked.

Sam went on. "You saw the light, right?" Silas answered yes, he did. "Well that light was my brother here curing the werewolf. It turned into a poor confused naked lady who had no idea where she was or how she got there. I gave her one of my shirts and told here to go home. She said her name was Alice."

Silas looked up, surprised. "Alice Conway?"

"I think that's what she said." Sam answered.

"She's been missing for a couple of days. The cops are making a big thing out of it. I think they even called the FBI." Silas said.

Sam looked at Dean. "This begins to smell. As a matter of fact, it smells to heaven and it feels like a trap. Who would set us up like this?"

Silas doggedly continued on his first set of questions. "What are you guys and how can Dean heal a werewolf? That kind of stuff puts you directly on the Hunters' radar. Half the guys in that bar would want you dead if they knew."

"Well, Silas, in honor of us not killing you we would like to think that you're going to keep your mouth shut. As to what we are, we are Avatars of old Gods. I'm Maahees and Dean is Tammuz. Tammuz can heal and Maahees can kill."

Silas looked from one brother to the other, trying to decide if they were just pulling his leg. "Are you guys just jerking me around?"

"You've been around the Supernatural now long enough to know that weird shit happens." Sam replied. "Something happened to me and I ran into a couple of aspects of God. I think I saw Ezekiel's Wheel in the Sky and I got sucked in. Whatever it was I got splashed, possibly with the Grace of Angels, and became what I am. I passed it on to Dean with my blood and he changed too. That's the Cliff Notes version of our story."

"Ok," Silas thought about what he had just heard. "I think you should know that even through Ed Gainer supposedly organized the hunt for you two there was another guy offering to pay for it. I only ever heard him referred to as "Tom". He only talked to Ed. He's going to be your problem."

They had pulled up behind The Old Bar finally and stopped the car. Silas exited and told them he was going in. Dean looked at Sam. "You want to get a 'good night' beer?"

The three of them went in the back door and got stared at by every Hunter there. Ed Gainer was among them. The tension in the room was suddenly thick and smelled of fear and danger.

Silas strolled over to Ed while Sam and Dean headed for a quiet booth.

Silas looked at Ed and said "Thanks for leaving me behind, asshole. You got my money?"

"Listen, punk, we didn't finish the hunt and now you're walking in with the Winchesters." Ed snarled at him. "What'd ya think? I'm going to fall all over myself to live up to the deal? Tom won't pay me and that means I won't pay you.

"Now that I think about it," Silas snapped back and swiped Ed's beer, "I should have known better. People tried to tell me to stay away from you. That you were no good. I'm just sorry that I was so thick headed that I had to spend a night in the woods to find out they were right."

Ed glared at his beer but was too big of a coward to steal it back. "You better get back to your good buddies, the Winchesters. They staying with you now, you're all such good friends?"

"No, they have a cabin out back." Silas foolishly answered. "I'd invite them to my place if they didn't already have their own."

Ed huffed but had nothing else to say. Just stood and stared at the Winchesters.

XXXXXXX

The next day Sam and Dean spent wandering the landscape along the Wabash River in company with yet another old acquaintance of John Winchester. The man was Harold Percy and he took the boys around the area introducing them to various people who had known John and even Bobby in the old days before West Lafayette was cleaned up. They heard old stories of werewolf hunts and lost loved ones.

Harold was now white haired and run to the fat that active men who stopped moving so much had a tendency to gain. Once a tall, imposing Hunter he had fallen for the sister of a werewolf victim and elected to settle down in West Lafayette. He was, by nature, a gregarious man and became something of a local figure with his stories of ghosts and monsters and werewolves living in the woods.

Harold was happy to accommodate the Winchesters in any way in exchange for new stories. He had pretty much exhausted the local lore and the Winchester's tales of spirit wolves in the Canadian Rockies and haunted houses in Calgary gave Harold a whole bunch of new stories to freshen up his repertory.

It was a pleasant, relaxing day for the brothers. They had no where they needed to be and no pressure to move on down the road to yet another job. Although autumn had settled in to Indiana the days stayed clear and calm; perfect weather for the Festival. No clouds would hide the Hunter's Moon at night and the evening barbecue on the banks of the river was attracting a crowd around The Old Bar.

It was pretty much a shock when they drove back to the bar and spotted obvious law enforcement SVU's in the parking lot. Harold offered to go in and scope the place out. When he returned he had bad news.

"Looks like a policeman's ball in there. The local cops, the Indianapolis FBI and even some special FBI Unit out of Quantico all are taking up table space." Harold stretched his neck out with a popping sound. "What're you guys going to do?"

Dean replied, "Well, we're not going in there. I guess we'll just go hole up in our cabin and hope they go away. As long as nobody flaps their lips I suppose we'll be a safe there as anywhere else."

"Dean, maybe it would be best for us to take off." Sam said.

"Sam, you know what Alice told us. Someone turned her." Dean replied with some heat. "Damn wolf broke into her trailer and gave her bloody hell. Bit her and then sat down and watched her suffer through the change. Cold blooded bastard promised her a cure if she would appear on that hill last night. He promised her a cure we know he didn't have. If we hadn't found her she'd be a pelt on some Hunter's garage door right now."

Sam nodded. "I agree. We need to hunt that wolf down. I think he did that to her just to create bait for us. He needs to be stopped and we need to know why he wants us. But this is more Federal agents than I have ever seen in one place before and they are hunting our asses."

"I agree, Sam." Dean put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Even if they find us you know we can spin them in circles if we have to. Be calm, little brother. I suggest we go get some barbecue and settle in for the night."

"Hey, Harold," Dean asked. "could you do us a little favor? I want to hide the Impala and our weapons for the night, just in case they sneak up on us and I want to talk to that Silas kid again. We have a present for him."

Harold thought for a minute. "We could go back to my house and put her in the garage. I'll drive you back here to sleep. You want Silas now?"

"That would be good." Dean turned to the Impala and opened the trunk. He took out a couple of silver knives and handed one to Sam. Harold took off for the bar.

Dean took out another knife and held it up to the moon. It flashed in the moonlight. It was silver and the blade was curved in a vicious looking arc. In the dim light scroll work and lettering could just be seen running around the hilt and down the flat side of the blade. "You have the Holy Water, Sam?" Dean asked.

Just then a door slammed and Harold and Silas appeared. "Hi guys," Silas said nervously. "Did you finally decide to eat me?"

Dean snorted, "No, you idiot. We have a present for you. If you're going to start hunting we want to make sure that you don't kill anything innocent by accident. If you're going to hang around people like Ed Gainer you're going to need all the help you can get. Come over here."

Dean held the knife out hilt first. "Take this in your hand and hold it out so that the blade is flat. We're going to bless it and then we're going to give it to you to start your own weapons collection. This is going to be a very special knife, keyed to you and you alone. Hold it still."

Sam approached and uncapped his flask. He dribbled water very carefully up and down the blade. Something strange was going on. Dean put his hands under the blade and caught the water dripping off the side. He murmured what sounded like an incantation and the water began to sink into the metal. Both Harold and Silas were shocked. The extra water Dean had caught in his hands he also dribbled over the blade. His voice never stopped and the water disappeared.

All four of the men knew that they had just witnessed magic. They understood what they had seen in various degrees.

"Sam made the knife. I made the blessing. This knife is yours." Dean looked into the young man's eyes. "It is yours and only yours. Name it and keep it with you. Its power is that it will turn away from the innocent. The blade will cut only those that deserve death. Follow its lead."

Silas took the knife and held it up to his face. "What are the words?"

"Sumerian." replied Dean. "The words are old, from the time before Osiris, before the time of Babylon. Keep it safe and it will keep you safe."

XXXXXXX

Early the next morning the Winchesters were pleasantly engaged. Dean had woken up horny and Sam had woken up hard. Dean decided not to let a good erection go to waste and was riding his little brother so hard the headboard was denting the wall.

Sam held Dean's head in his hands and sucked Dean's lips until they were red. They were moaning and telling each other the filthy things that lovers promise and were making so much noise they missed the sound of the local police assembling outside their door.

The West Lafayette police had put together their idea of what a SWAT team should look like, maybe because they found they had a battering ram they had never used. Ed Gainer had told Agent Williamson last night that the Winchesters were holed up in a cabin behind the bar and Williamson had checked last night but the cabin was empty.

Hotchner had convinced Williamson that if they waited until morning the Winchesters would most likely come along peacefully and for once Williamson decided to listen to someone other than himself. He would still get all the glory for capturing guys on the Most Wanted list but he also didn't want to get any of his agents killed accomplishing his objective.

They pounded on the cabin door and made all the noise they could, hollering "Police, open up!" but there was no denying the kind of sounds that were drifting out the cabin's open windows so who knew if the Winchesters heard them.

Hotchner glanced over at David Rossi. "Well, that's not something I ever expected and I'm pretty sure we never put it in our profile."

Rossi grimaced back. "What, that the brothers are lovers? No, that thought never crossed my mind." He looked over at Garcia who was turning a brilliant shade of red.

She looked back at him. "My God, that is so hot! Oh, excuse me, sorry." She started studying the ground at her feet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

The locals got to use their ram and the first couple of guys rushed into the room with their guns drawn.

They got an excellent view of Dean's naked ass riding Sam's dick. At the noise Dean rose up and off and fell on to the bed beside his brother. "Out, damn it. Out!"

The deputies rushed out again as fast as they had entered and slammed the door, what was left of it, behind them.

"What the hell, Connors." His captain shouted. "What are you doing? Get in there and arrest them."

Connors, put out his hand. "Give them a minute. They're in bed."

"Who the hell cares, wake them up."

Connors shouted back at the captain. "You know they're not asleep. You can hear as good as me but at least you didn't have to see it. You know they're not sleeping. Give them a chance to put on some pants."

Hotchner started laughing. The assembled teams turned as a single unit to look at him.

"You got to admit, it's funny. Your unsubs are screwing and you people turn and ran as fast as if they were shooting at you.

The cabin door was pulled open and Sam and Dean stood at the threshold. They had dressed in haste and were only wearing jeans. They had each grabbed the first pair they came to and were wearing each other's pants. Dean's pair were sliding off his hips and covered his feet. Sam stood behind him dressed in a pair that was too tight and too short. They ended a good four inches above his ankles.

Even so they did not look foolish. They looked sexy with their bare chests and sex flushed faces. Sam was holding on to Dean's shoulders and one of Dean's hands lay on top of his brother's large paw.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Dean said. "Did you want to see us and," he looked at the officers that had made it into the room. "did you see enough?"