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Hunter's Moon

Chapter 19

Unveiled Power

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints-I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

From Sonnets from the Portuguese, published 1850

Sonnet Number 43

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sam and Dean stood in their motel room doorway. Dressed only in the blue jeans they looked like Calendar models. Dean was waif-like in his too large jeans with his gold amulet sparkling on his breast. Sam's too small, too short pants emphasized his long, long legs; they were tight, like a race horse. Power and form was flaunted in the faces of his captors.

Beside him Hotchner heard a deep sigh and wasn't surprised to find Garcia at his elbow. He smiled.

"Deep breaths, Garcia." He glanced down at her wide eyes. "You might want to wipe off the drool, too."

Penny flinched. "Sorry, Boss." She searched through her handbag. "So unprofessional."

"But human." He smiled. "Don't worry about it."

He refocused his attention on his two captives and raised the gun a little higher. "Get the cuffs" he barked at Morgan, who was also focusing his attention on the Winchesters. Morgan holstered his gun and went for the cuffs. Dietrich Kenny passed Morgan his extra pair.

"Hold on, Hotchner." Williamson interjected. "This is my bust and I'll take them in, not your group."

"Oh, yeah?" Another voice joined the discussion and the local sheriff, Captain Dawes made his bid.

"They're going to my jail, my men will take them in and you two can argue about it at the station. Don't forget, I've got a missing woman mystery on my hands and these guys look like my best bet."

Dawes turned to Deputy Connors. "Well Jason, since you know them so well, why don't you get 'em into separate cars and let's get back to the station.

Poor, embarrassed Deputy Connors had to approach Dean and Sam. He slipped behind them and grabbed Dean's arms first. Dean laughed. "You like the rear view, Conners?'

Snarky Dean wiggled his ass at the poor man. "What? You want some too?" Conners turned a red so dark it was almost purple and stared at Deans wrists in the cuffs. He then turned to Sam.

Sam glared at the Deputy. "Don't get any ideas," Sam rumbled. "He belongs to me and you keep your hands to yourself." Sam looked at his brother. "Dean, behave yourself." He ordered.

The Deputy wanted to sink into the ground. His colleagues were snickering and talking behind their hands while eying him up.

"Alright," Connors snapped. "Let's get loaded up and out of here." ´He pushed Dean toward one patrol car and gave Sam's elbow into the Sheriff's custody. For some reason he was suddenly very protective of Dean. He had no idea that Dean was beginning to pulse with a buildup of Tammuz energy.

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The news of the capture of the Winchester brothers spread like wildfire in the small town and by the time the patrol cars and SUVs arrived at the city jail a fairly decent sized crowd had gathered. Hotchner watched from the quiet of his SUV as the Sheriff's men manhandled the semi naked Winchesters out of the patrol cars.

Murmuring spread through the crowd like a summer breeze as Sam and Dean were exposed in their half-naked glory. A number of flash bulbs went off and some guys with what looked like T.V. recording equipment materialized out in front. Hotchner knew major channel stringers when he saw them and knew there would be pretty pictures on the Indiana cable news channel that evening.

When they exited the patrol cars Sam and Dean gravitated to each other and stood together at the bottom of the steps to the old red brick building with bars on the windows. By the time of their arrival Dean had dialed his energy up to such a point that it was broadcasting into the front edge of the crowd. Poor Connors had been trapped in the patrol car with Dean and at this point would lay down his life to keep Dean safe. He would give up an arm for a kiss.

Dean was smiling, proud of himself and forgot about his very big, very possessive brother until Sam was standing right next to him. "I told you to behave, Dean." He heard Sam growl and a moment later Sam sunk his Sphinx fangs into his brother's shoulder where it curved up into his neck.

The various Deputies rushed forward, not really sure what had just happened. Sam's head had whipped like a cobra and now Dean had blood running down his back and chest.

Sherriff Dawes freaked. "Get them separated! Keep your eyes on the big one and be careful. Get 'em up here and into the cells, separate cells."

"What just happened, Rossi?" Hotchner asked. Rossi shook his head. "I'm not really sure. I was only part way out of the van when it happened but I would guess that Sam just marked Dean. It's sort of a form of discipline between pack mates, I understand."

Rossi stood loosely watching Sam and Dean being hustled up the steps. "I'm not really sure what we have here. This is going to take some investigation."

"And we may not have a lot of time to investigate." Hotchner replied. "Williamson wants this arrest formalized with his named blazoned all over the paperwork. Who knows where these guys will be by this afternoon."

"I don't think it's going to be the best idea to keep moving them around." Rossi said. "I don't like them outside."

"Well, let's go see if we can talk sense to any of these people." Hotchner replied. "Morgan," he called. "Follow them in and don't take your eyes off Sam. Reid, you follow Dean as close as you can."

Hotchner looked at Garcia. "Penny, you're with me and Rossi. Everybody move."

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Inside the building the boys were put in separate cells. Dean sat still on the edge of his bed as a Deputy acted as a medic and got his wound to stop bleeding and covered it with gauze. By the time the Deputy finished his hands were shaking and if Dean had turned his head and looked into the man's eyes the Deputy thought he would go in for a kiss,

Dean was careful to try and maintain some kind of distance from the people gathered outside the cell but he didn't really have anywhere to go and feared that maybe the Tammuz energy was the only thing keeping him safe. He made a decision that he wasn't going to tone it down. He would just sit patiently and see what Sam decided to do. He had great faith in his little brother.

Outside the building Sheriff Dawes and some Deputies were trying to disperse the crowd. A lot of the people just refused to go. If anything, they were trying to get into the building.

Sheriff Dawes bumped into a dark haired woman. "Oof" she exclaimed and pushed him back. "Watch what you're doing, Dawes."

"Sorry, Alice." The Sheriff said. "It was an accident…..Alice?"

Sheriff Dawes was dumbstruck. "Alice? Alice Conway? Where the hell have you been, woman? We've been looking everywhere for you! Even called in the FBI"

With the 'missing' woman in front of him the Sheriff was suddenly not so sure that he should have taken the Winchesters out of the hands of the FBI.

"Is that Dean Winchester you have in handcuffs, Sheriff? He saved my ass. What have you arrested him for? And what have you been doin in my trailer, Dawes?" Alice flung back. "You don't have any business inside my trailer. There better not be nothing missing."

Alice had never been a pleasant woman and her relationship with the police left a lot to be desired. "I want to see Winchester"

"What do you mean he saved your ass? Where have you been Alice? Why is your trailer wrecked?" Dawes felt like he was sitting and spinning. A little adjustment to his world needed to be made.

"If you wanted to arrest somebody, you should be after that Ed Gainer and his friend Tom. ' Alice yelled. "That bastard hurt me. Hit me and wrecked my kitchen."

"Well, maybe you should come in and make a statement, Alice. We'll track the guy down for you if you want to press charges." Dawes escorted her up the steps, followed by some other people who saw an opportunity to get inside. "Scram, you people!" He shouted. "What the hell is the matter with you? Go home."

Once inside Dawes noticed the crowd gathered in front of Dean Winchester's cell. No one was talking; they were all just staring at the young man. Dean had stripped the blanket from the cell cot and wrapped up in it. Wrapped up like that he looked even younger.

Dawes pushed his way through the small crowd and planted himself in front of SSA Harris Williamson.

"Williamson, my missing woman just showed up outside. I have no interest in these men anymore. Can you get them out of here? "

"Wait," Williamson replied. "Something's going on."

Dawes looked again at the group in front of Dean's cell. Right in front was Pastor Gregory, the local Baptist minister. For some reason the Pastor was on his knees. Dean Winchester was reaching out between the bars as if he was going to touch the man. Dawes was about to hustle forward to stop the action when a hand pulled him back.

"Leave it, " ordered one of the FBI guys. Dawes thought it was the Unit chief, Hotchner. "Something is about to happen and I want to see it."

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Right after Dean had been locked away in his cell a man had approached him. "Son, I am Pastor Gregory. I just want you to know, no matter what evil you have done, the Lord will forgive if you approach him with a truly penitent heart."

Dean flicked an eyebrow, "Boy, you holy rollers don't waste any time, do you? "

The Pastor looked insulted. "You may scoff but I bring you tidings of great joy. The Lord forgives all sinners, even the lowest of the low."

Dena looked around at his assembled audience and he couldn't help himself. I thrill of mischief ran through him. "What do you think I am, Pastor?"

"You wouldn't be in that cell if you were not a sinner, son." The pompous old man intoned.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Pastor. Did you forget that one? Or is it only in the Constitution and not in your Bible? I forget."

The old man looked even more insulted but under his stiff necked rigidly Dean sensed other factors at play. "Pastor, are you well? Is there something wrong with you?"

The clergy man clutched his Bible to his chest. "How do you know that?" His voice trembled.

Dean smiled at the old man. "Hit your knees, Pastor, your God told me. I have been brought to this cell to heal you and yours."

The old man crumpled. "How is this possible? You know about my wife too?"

"Come closer. Come close enough for me to touch you." Dean intoned. "The oldest of your God's brothers has sent me here for you." Inside Dean was laughing. He did have a bit of a mean streak in him and besides, the good brother was locked up down the hall. Dean really wanted to see Sam.

Dean put his hand on the Pastor's head and a mild explosion of light shot out into the room. The Pastor leaned forward and took a deep breath. "My God, praise my God."

"No," Dean whispered, "Praise Tammuz."

The old man got back to his feet. "Can I bring my wife?"

Dean backed up all the way to the back wall of his cell. "You can bring her after I get to see my brother. I want Sam brought here. He looked at the silent crowd assembled. "Did you people hear that? I want my brother here."

There was noise now, coming down the hallway. Shouting and cries of "What is it?"

Dean smiled. "Oh wait, this might be Sam now."