Chapter Three
As the bright morning light poured into the room two people lay sleeping, their limbs wrapped around one another. The room was silent and the only sound breaking it was the chirping of some birds every now and then.
As Dean's green eyes opened he squinted at the light but it was quickly forgotten when he remembered what happened only a few hours ago. He was finally able to indulge in his wanted desire. He kicked himself mentally for not acting on it earlier.
He glanced down at the figure beside him that was still sleeping soundly. A smile graced his lips as he stroked the other man's thick, dark hair. The man eventually stirred, moaning softly at the touches he was receiving, making Dean smile as he glanced up at the ceiling, feeling content. Quickly, Dean felt the body beside him stiffen as though in fear and Dean looked back at him, wondering what was wrong.
He saw wide blue eyes looking up at him and Dean instantly realised what had changed. The man jumped out of the bed and wrapped the white sheet around his body.
'What the...?'
The man's voice trailed off and Dean felt his cheeks turn warm. He quickly moved and got onto his knees, his arms outstretched, trying to calm the man down. 'Jimmy, look, I'm sorry, I, we, just...'
Dean's incoherent sentence was cut short as Jimmy ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking it behind him. Dean exhaled, swearing under his breath as he moved off the bed and dressed himself quickly. He walked to the bathroom door and knocked softly.
'Jimmy,' he called gently. There was no reply. 'Jimmy,' he called again in the same tone. 'You have to come out sometime.' There was still no reply. 'Please, I can explain.'
'I'm fine,' Jimmy eventually said, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls. 'I am... I'm fine.'
Dean sighed and moved away from the door, choosing to sit back down on his bed and wait until Jimmy was ready to come out. He didn't want to break the door down and make the other man face him. After fifteen minutes passed the bathroom opened slowly and Jimmy poked his head out, the sheet still wrapped around him tightly. Dean was already looked at him.
'Can you, um, look away while I get dressed?' Jimmy asked anxiously.
Dean nodded his head rapidly and turned his head so he could no longer see the other man. He listened as Jimmy rushed around hurriedly, grabbing his clothes and dressing hastily. Dean turned his head when he heard the door open. He saw the smaller figure of Jimmy running out the door. Dean jumped to his feet and chased him.
He caught up quickly and grabbed Jimmy by wrapping his arms around his waist. He grabbed him back to the motel room, ignoring Jimmy's kicks and yells. Dean closed the door and Jimmy walked away from him, visibly angry. He kicked one end of the bed in frustration.
'What are you doing? I just want to leave.'
'You can't,' Dean said calmly. 'I promised Cas I would look after you.'
'Look after me? Right...'
'Look, I'm sorry about what happened. Really, I am. I didn't know Cas was going to leave like that...'
'And that makes it alright?' asked Jimmy, finally turning to face Dean, his blue eyes flaring angrily. 'Using my body with Castiel, doing as you please?'
'It wasn't like that...'
'Wasn't it?' interrupted Jimmy.
Dean's face fell slowly. 'Jimmy, I'm sorry,' he repeated quietly. 'I didn't actually think of you, I guess I thought you wouldn't know about this.'
Jimmy sighed loudly and sat down on the bed. He rubbed his hands over his face, massaging the skin roughly. 'I thought Castiel would respect my wishes. I remember he once said he wouldn't want me to bear witness to his desires, and yet that's what seemed to happen last night.'
Dean only nodded slowly, not bothering to correct him that it was actually very early this morning. He knew that Jimmy was not yet finished talking. Jimmy casted his eyes down to the floor and leaned forwards gently.
'So... what happened last night?'
'What do you mean?' Dean asked instantly.
'Which way did it happen?' he asked, his face scrunched as though the words pained him.
'Jimmy...'
'I want to know,' he said firmly, interrupting Dean.
'I, uh, entered your body,' Dean whispered, thinking his voice would fail him.
Jimmy covered his face with his hands, unable to face the other man in the room. He felt nothing but embarrassment flood through him and he breathed slowly, trying to keep himself steady. He got to his feet and walked towards the bathroom.
'I am sorry, Jimmy,' Dean said quickly.
'I know,' Jimmy said coming to a stop. 'I just don't want to hear it anymore.'
'But-'
'No,' said Jimmy loudly turning around. 'Look, Dean, I have a family. I have a wife, a daughter for goodness sake! This is just so... wrong!' He paused and turned back to the bathroom before walking in. 'I need a shower,' he added as he disappeared.
Dean looked helplessly at the now closed bathroom door. Within seconds he heard the shower turn on. Dean sighed again and lay down on his back. He looked up at the white cracked ceiling, wondering how he was going to fix this.
He needed Sam and he needed Ruby gone but getting that achieved was going to be something else entirely. Dean knew he should hate Sam with every fibre of his being at what he did but he couldn't. He was sure Ruby had much influence of his brother and it sickened him. He needed to find a way to keep Sam out of this war and keep him safe.
The next morning both Dean and Jimmy rode in the Impala. Dean gripped the wheel tightly and even so often he looked over at Jimmy. He was slumped in the seat beside him, head against the window. Dean made him get up early and Jimmy had quickly gone back to sleep. The way his sleeping body was angled made him think of Sam.
When they were halfway there Jimmy awoke. He glanced around groggily, attempting to remember where he was. His eyes found Dean but he instantly looked away, sighing lightly. He cleared his throat.
'Where are we going?'
'To see Bobby, I told you, remember?' said Dean quickly. 'I want to see if there's anything he can do to help.'
'With Sam?' Jimmy asked, shifting in his seat. 'You think there's something you or he can do?'
Dean shrugged and kept his eyes on the road. 'I don't know but if there is, then I'm gonna do it.'
Jimmy nodded and silence fell between them. He thought about Dean and everything that had happened since he originally accepted Castiel's offer. He had to admit that he didn't think being a vessel would be this difficult. His been shot, stabbed, dragged all over the world and part of him was sick of it but without Castiel here he almost felt empty.
He glanced at Dean and kept his eyes on him. He knew Dean was sorry for touching him. He knew that it was actually Castiel he had been sleeping with but it was still his body. His eyes moved up and down Dean slowly. He was a good man. He did have a temper but despite that he was a good, gentle man. When Dean cleared his throat he realised he had been staring and he turned away to look out the window.
'Do you remember anything when Castiel was in there?' Dean asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence he felt.
Jimmy shrugged slowly. 'I don't remember much,' he said honestly. 'Most things are flashes of memories or feelings, like an imprint.'
'Do you know what happened with Sam?' Dean asked tentatively.
Jimmy shifted in his seat again and inhaled shakily. 'I am... aware of what happened.'
'Do you-'
'Dean, I'd rather not talk about that,' said Jimmy firmly, interrupting.
Dean nodded slowly. 'Okay,' he muttered under his breath. He could understand why Jimmy wouldn't want to talk about all of that stuff. So much had happened to him in such a short period of time. He didn't think many people would be able to handle it, even him.
When they finally reached Bobby's they walked to the front door together and Dean knocked firmly. The door was opened to them quickly and the form of Bobby stood before them. He looked between Dean and Jimmy. 'Hey, guys.'
'Hey Bobby,' Dean said, feeling relieved to see a very friendly face. 'You remember Jimmy, Castiel's vessel?'
'Of course,' he replied quickly. 'Come on in.'
He turned and walked back into the house, Dean and Jimmy followed. 'So, what are you two doing here?' asked Bobby inquisitively.
'I want to help Sam,' Dean said immediately.
Dean looked at Jimmy. The other man was looking around nervously, unsure of what to do. Dean pointed towards the door behind him. 'The kitchen's through there if you want to get a drink or something.'
Slowly, Jimmy nodded and moved quickly into the kitchen. Bobby frowned at Dean wondering what he needed that was so important. 'Bobby, Sam's gone right off the deep end. I don't know what to do for him anymore. I've tried talking to him, bashing his head in, but nothing's working.'
'What exactly has he done?' asked Bobby, trying to slow things down.
Dean hung his head as he sighed before looking up at Bobby again. 'It was about Castiel,' he started slowly. 'It's the reason he's not here. He was called back to Heaven. And he asked me to look after Jimmy until he returns.'
'You still haven't told me what Sam did,' said Bobby slowly.
Dean sighed heavily as though the weight of the world were crushing him. 'Sam tortured and raped Castiel,' Dean whispered.
'What?' Bobby asked in surprise. 'How did he get away with that?'
'I don't know,' said Dean shrugging. 'I think it's one of the reasons he's been called back to Heaven. I confronted Sam and we had it out, well, I beat him a little but something with him has changed.'
'He's changed a lot,' commented Bobby.
'No, no, this is different,' said Dean quickly. 'It's like he has no conscious anymore. He's cold and heartless and I don't think the real him would attack an angel in such a vicious manner, even if he were angry.'
'You think maybe the demon blood or Ruby has something to do with it?'
'I don't know,' said Dean rapidly, trying to hide his concern. 'I want to protect Jimmy but I can't drag him along to see Sam. I don't think it would go down to well. No, I need to learn what's happening with Sam first and try to help him.'
'Have anything in mind, son?' asked Bobby.
'I think getting rid of Ruby might be a good start,' he said bluntly. 'Everyone knows she's got a bad influence on him, always has.'
'Well, let's start looking and see if we can find anything else,' said Bobby.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes subtly before making himself move. He sat down at a wide table that contained piles and piles of book on it and he sighed again. It was times like this he wished Sam were here. He was the one that loved research.
He looked among the books and eventually picked up a thick one all about demons. As he opened it to the first page he briefly glanced at the closed kitchen door. It seemed quiet in there as he could hear nothing and Jimmy had not yet emerged. The last few days for the man had been nothing short of terrible and Dean felt for him and for a fleeting moment he wondered if Jimmy was alright.
As Sam waited he paced the run-down room of the motel they were staying in. They knew they had to change location after being found by his brother. He didn't want the chance of him turning up again, whether it be alone or with someone else.
He clasped and rubbed his sweaty hands together nervously as he continued to wait. He knew Ruby said she was going out but she also said she wouldn't be long. It had now been almost four hours. He didn't think it would take this long. She needed to come back to him now. He needed it.
Sam turned sharply as the shabby door finally opened and his dark haired companion entered. She saw her man standing to attention, awaiting her return. His eyes were completely focused upon her.
'Where have you been?' he asked tensely.
'I told you I was going out,' Ruby replied. 'What's the matter, baby? Miss me already?' Ruby added with a small smile, her dark eyes gleaming in the dull light, her hands hidden behind her back.
'Where were you?' Sam repeated through gritted teeth, his fists clenching threateningly.
'I was out getting you something,' Ruby replied coyly.
She brought her hands out from around her back and showed Sam a large, transparent bag, full of a thick, red substance. Sam swallowed hard.
'Is that what I think it is?'
Ruby's smile widened as she nodded slowly. 'Demon blood? Yes, it certainly is.' She placed the bag onto the table before sitting down.
'Where did you get it?' asked Sam dryly.
'I summoned some low level scum and I drained her dry. Just for you,' Ruby said cheerily.
'Why?' Sam asked edgily.
'Because one day very soon you're gonna bleed me dry and I don't think either of us want that. We need each other,' she said lightly. Ruby sighed and slowly slumped the top half of her body across the small table, barely missing the bag of blood.
Ruby suddenly yelped as Sam gripped her arm tight and hauled her back onto her feet. She turned to look at him, small traces of anger present and she gasped slightly at the pain in her arm.
'I need some,' said Sam desperately.
Ruby reached for the bag of blood. 'I'll just get you a cup then...'
'No!' Sam yelled roughly, pulling Ruby back towards him. 'I want it from you.'
'Look, Sam, I'm still recovering from last night and...'
'I don't care for any of your pathetic excuses,' Sam yelled, shoving the bag of blood violently from the table. He watched as its contents spilled out onto the carpeted floor, staining it a deep red. 'I said I want it from you and you're gonna be a good little demon slut and give it to me,' he added roughly.
For the first time, Ruby looked up at Sam in fear but she quickly hid it. She swallowed quickly and took Sam's hand with her free one, leading him over to the bed. When reaching the end she slowly pushed Sam's jacket off his shoulders, both of them letting it fall to the ground in a heap.
Sam still kept his grip on Ruby as he sat down on the bed. Ruby straddled his lap, putting her arms around his neck. She gave him a small, hesitant smile. 'So, where would you like to bite tonight?' she joked delicately.
'Your neck,' said Sam, his eyes glinting dangerously.
With no hesitations Ruby moved her hair off her shoulder and leaned towards the young hunter. Sam took a small knife from his back pocket. Ruby eyed it as he moved past her face. Her eyes widened slowly, noticing the inscriptions upon the flat part of the blade.
'You really did torture your brother's angel,' she said in surprise.
'You said it would be a good idea and I agree... it was a good idea,' said Sam deviously.
A sly smile spread across his face when he thought about the other night. Sam never thought he would touch another male in a sexual way and enjoy it but with Castiel, it was unbelievable. He almost believed that he was actually touching Castiel but he was only feeling it through his vessel. Sam wondered how different the two really were.
His smile widened when he thought of Jimmy's body with Castiel inside it. He felt himself turn hard and he groaned involuntarily as his eyes closed. Ruby watched him curiously but remained quiet. He remembered the touch of his hair, the softness of his skin and those large, beautiful blue eyes staring at him. They were so irresistible.
Sam's eyes reopened when he felt something touch his cheeks. Ruby was stroking it with one finger slowly. She smiled at him and his eyes ran down her face to her neck. He saw that she had already cut herself. Sam licked his lips as he felt his mouth go dry. A trickle of blood spilled from the wound, his eyes widened and followed it greedily. He moved his head forward swiftly and wrapped his lips around the gaping wound, sucking as much blood into his mouth as he possibly could.
He moaned as the copper tasting liquid filled his mouth rapidly. He swallowed quickly; allowing the rush of a warm and powering sensation fill his body. His eyes closed as he sucked harder, causing his fingers to dig into Ruby's skin brutally, almost possessively. Ruby grunted heavily at the pain but she still remained silent, allowing Sam to take his fill.
When Ruby finally started to feel weak Ruby placed both hands at the top of Sam's chest and began to push against him gently. 'Sam, I think that will do for tonight.'
Sam didn't move. He continued sucking the blood from her body. A frown appeared between her brows. She pushed against Sam harder, hoping he'd listen this time. 'Sam,' she said more forcefully. 'You need to stop.'
Again, Sam just continued. When Ruby began to really feel weak she pushed again Sam as hard as she could. 'Sam, get off me,' she whispered harshly.
Finally, Sam moved his lips off her skin and sucked in air rapidly as though he had been holding his breath for too long. He opened his eyes and focused upon Ruby. She was almost slumped against him, unable to move. Sam shifted her body and laid her onto her back. She groaned as her body twisted around, trying to get comfortable.
Sam got to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He glanced at the blood before wiping it on his jeans. Slowly, he turned and looked at the body on the bed. Ruby lay still and limp with her eyes closed. Sam's mind wondered. He was still hard and it would have been a deep shame to release his need on his own.
He walked around the one side of the bed and he slowly and carefully removed her clothing. Ruby moaned a few times but Sam ignored her, concentrating hard on the job at hand. By the time Ruby was only in her underwear did she finally move. She looked up at Sam and frowned heavily.
'Hmm, what are you doing?' she asked feebly.
'You and I are gonna have a little fun,' said Sam fervently.
'Can it not wait?' asked Ruby.
'No, no, no,' said Sam as he exhaled. 'Just lie there and enjoy it. It shouldn't take long.'
He removed his own clothing and placed them on the chair carefully before laying on top of Ruby, opening her legs gently. Part of him wanted to be rough but he decided against it, since she had been so nice to him, by letting him feed on her.
He ran his hand over her body, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips. Quickly, he pressed their lips together in a crushing kiss before entering her body slowly. Once it reached the hilt he moaned and slowly moved in and out of her body.
Ruby moaned again. She ran a hand down Sam's arm softly. Their eyes locked and Sam felt something alter. His patience and wanting to be gentle broke and suddenly, he thrusted in and out of Ruby's body roughly, causing the bed to creak wildly and Ruby to scream at the aching between her legs.
Sam's thoughts went to a certain angel and he moaned loudly as he imagined Castiel beneath him, being the person's tight heat that he was thrusting into. Sam closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip until it drew blood. He imagined how it would be if Castiel could use his wings. The thought sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine.
Quickly, Sam's loud grunt filled the room as he came in Ruby, unable to hold it back any longer. He rode his orgasm through and once it finished he withdrew from Ruby's body and rolled off her, onto his back. For a moment he stared up at the ceiling, thinking about his next course of action. He definitely wanted to see Castiel again although, he was sad to say, for different reasons.
For the hundredth time Dean leaned back in his chair and sighed loudly. He closed the book roughly out of annoyance and shoved it to the side. This was becoming pointless. He ran a hand through his short hair and looked over at Bobby.
'Find anything?' he asked, exhaling deeply.
'No,' Bobby said eventually. 'Just a bunch of useless nothings, it'll take some more time.'
'Alright,' Dean breathed, getting to his feet.
Bobby turned to face him. 'Where are you going?'
'To check on Jimmy,' he said quickly.
'Hmm,' Bobby hummed knowingly as Dean quickly disappeared into the kitchen.
Dean instantly saw Jimmy when he entered the room. He was standing in the corner of two adjoining benches, a drink in hand. The dark haired man instantly looked over when the door opened and his gaze lowered when he saw it was Dean.
'Are you alright?' Dean asked, finally letting go of the question he had been longing to ask.
Jimmy nodded slowly. 'Yes, I'm fine,' he said evenly. 'Have you found anything?'
'No,' Dean said shaking his head. He leaned against the bench opposite to Jimmy and crossed his arms over his chest and he sighed again. 'I want to help Sam, I just don't know how!'
Dean took a moment before continuing. Jimmy remained quiet and gave the hunter his full attention. 'I just wish that things could go back to the way they used to be, you know, before everything got so complicated. I remember when we were young, Sam would always listen to me, he looked up to me and now... now he just stays with his demon bitch, doing as he's told.'
Jimmy took a sip of his drink before looking at Dean again, swallowing slowly. 'Sam isn't a child anymore, Dean,' he said softly.
Dean's face went to a look of surprise. 'I know he isn't,' he said a little too roughly. 'I just... I want him back to the way he used to be. He's not the same person anymore. I want to stop him before he does something stupid.'
Jimmy nodded slowly and Dean mentally kicked himself. 'I mean, something else stupid,' he said slowly.
'It doesn't matter,' said Jimmy quietly with a shake of his head.
The room turned silent and Dean moved his arms down and leaned them against the bench behind him. It wasn't long before Jimmy spoke again, clearing his throat first. 'Dean?'
'What?' he asked almost concerned.
'I want to see my family,' he said quietly.
'No,' Dean said instantly.
'Dean, look-'
'No,' Dean repeated firmer. 'Do you remember what happened last time? Demons almost killed you and your family. If Castiel hadn't come back when he did...'
'Dean, I just want to see them, quickly. I want to know they're okay and...'
'What's it really going to do?' asked Dean quickly.
'What do you mean?' Jimmy asked, a small frown appearing on his face.
'You all seeing each other again is going to drag all of those feelings back up again and...'
'Has this got something to do with Castiel?' Jimmy asked tetchily.
'No,' Dean said instantly.
'Right...'
Jimmy put his glass down with a heavy clunk before walking towards the kitchen door, away from Dean but the hunter wasn't hearing of it. He grabbed Jimmy's arm and turned him around and spoke without letting go of him.
'Jimmy,' Dean said as calmly as possible. 'This has nothing to do with Castiel or me. I just know that if you go back there then you'll remember how you felt about leaving. I remember how upset Amelia was when you showed up last time and how angry she seemed to be with you.'
'But she didn't believe me then, now she understands... and can you let go of me.'
Dean's hand shot of Jimmy as though he had touched something white hot and he held his hands up in front of him momentarily. 'She may also know that you going back there may put them in danger again. Think of your daughter.'
Jimmy turned his head away from Dean in anger. He exhaled heavily before looking at Dean again. 'Alright, but can we still go. I won't talk to them; I just want to see them.'
'I don't think that's going to be any better...'
'Please... Dean...' Jimmy pleaded.
Dean glanced towards the floor, no longer able to stand the pleading look behind Jimmy's large, innocent blue eyes. Dean wasn't sure if he could say no again, especially to the puppy look he was receiving. He nodded his head once.
'Alright,' he said slowly. 'We go there, you see that they're healthy and safe and all that and then we go. No talking to them.'
'I understand.'
'Good,' Dean said firmly, looking Jimmy up and down a couple times. 'We can go now. I'll let Bobby know we'll be back soon.'
Dean moved towards the kitchen door. 'Thank you, Dean,' said Jimmy, his blue eyes lighting up faintly.
Dean felt unable to speak but he nodded at Jimmy once more before disappearing into the sitting room. Jimmy sighed and leaned against one of the benches. He rubbed his face slowly with one hand as his thoughts went to his family. He wanted nothing more than to see them, to see with his own eyes that they were alright. It felt as though it had been too long.
He glanced at the now closed kitchen door and sighed again. Part of him felt bad that he had not yet forgiven Dean, he knew the man was sorry but he still felt violated. He wasn't sure if he wanted Castiel to come back to him after what he knowingly did with Dean and with his body. He did want to forgive Dean. Despite not spending much time with him before, he had found a small fondness for him though he couldn't help but question how much of those feelings actually belonged to him.
