Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I have managed to make them into something they hunt but in a good way.
Warning: This is based in an alternate universe where the boys are shapeshifter twins that were adopted by John and Mary after their real parents, close friends of the hunters who were killed by Gordon. They are later adopted by Bobby after the Winchesters are killed on a hunt. He does know they are shifters and has raised them as Hunters, like their adopted parents had been doing while teaching them to be good shifters and how to hide what they are from others.
No, the other hunters don't know they are shifters and they are good at acting human but are fully shapeshifters not human genetically but raised to behave as human by their parents. No, there will be no Lucifer, Michael, or vessel, or leviathan plots in this storyline just the boys hunting as Hunters and shifters.
Yes, there will be Wincest but I will keep it brief and romantic as possible. This isn't that kind of story.
Also with Sam pregnant, this will be chock full of pregnant schmoop, too!
Plot: Between Hunting, Sam's pregnancy, and Doctor visits, they are keeping busy. A nasty case comes up and Sam takes a break from Hunting, so Dean takes Bobby instead.
Here's hoping they aren't too late to solve it before anyone else dies.
Plus they find out what sex the baby or babies are in this one!
Enjoy!
Next Chapter: They confer with others and start the hunt. Plus more schmoop of the Sam and Dean variety, among other things. You'll like how this hunt plays out, you really will!
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They were hunting a werewolf, and it was pretty routine really. They posed as hikers and just happened to be camping near their hunting grounds on the second day of the full moon cycle. Three hikers had disappeared nearby and they were desperate to finish the hunt.
Sam had a doctor's appointment tomorrow and they were going to have to drive all night as it was to get there late as it was. They could reschedule of course, but they had done that twice this month already and Doctor Richards was not happy with them as it was.
So they were playing bait. Well, Dean was and Sam was being the hook, so to speak. Dean took his time making a fire and pretended to have trouble lighting it. He was embarrassed at how bad he had to be at this. He could have had this fire roaring in no time flat actually but hey, giving away Hunter skills to werewolves was generally a bad idea. So he flummoxed the fire building and pretended to be an idiot at fire lighting, eyes scanning the area secretly while Sam hid up a tree, both of them tired of this shit already.
"If he's not here by two am, I am leaving." Dean muttered to himself in a barely audible tone but knew Sam heard it. He pretended to look for more wood while looking up at his lover, smiling down at him wickedly from the tree above them. Dean spared a grin up at him before returning to his task at hand.
He was promptly thrown to the ground by a two hundred some pounds of a growling mass of teeth and fur, that was also in bad need of a breathe mint. He looked up at it grinning and gripped its throat, cutting off its breathe and crushing its windpipe at the same time. Sam landed silently beside him and drove the silver blade into its back, piercing its heart. Dean ripped it head off with a couple hard twists and tossed it away, Sam helped rid him of the body that had slumped on top of him.
They laughed at the sight of themselves. Both were soaked in blood and covered with its shedding hair. They shrugged and changed clothes now after burying and burning the head and body of the now human looking werewolf. They put the bag of clothes in the trunk and hurriedly packed up the campsite, needing to hurry. They were four states away from home and they had a doctor's appointment at 9am. "Sam? Sammy?" Dean called and heard retching from the bushes. Sam was unusual that way. He got night sickness, not morning sickness. It was 8pm and about time for it. They had cut it close on that one or the werewolf would have be vomited on and stabbed. Sam couldn't fight the sickness, he'd tried. It only made it worse.
"You okay, baby? Here, drink this." Dean handed him a bottle of water and Sam rinsed his mouth out before drinking some greedily, smiling weakly, his eyes were still watery. He wiped his mouth off and Dean took the water back and put it in the cooler in the back seat. "Ready?"
Sam nodded, feeling better already. "I'm good. Just the usual." He slid into the passenger seat and Dean shot him a look. Sam mumbled something resembling 'Mother Hen' but lay down in the front seat, pulling Dean's jacket over him and used Dean's thigh as a pillow. He used his foot to shut the door and turn so his face was buried in Dean's side and his shirt now, sighing tiredly. "Goodnight, Dean."
Dean brushed some hair from Sam's face and touched his cheek softly; leaning down to look at him lovingly before pulling out, "Love you, too, Sammy. Get some rest, I have to drive all night to get us to the doctor's on time, I guess we'll go to Dad's after, okay?"
Sam smiled, inhaling Dean's scent as his eyes closed in sleep now. "Okay, wake me when we're there." He let himself sleep now and Dean smiled happily to himself, one hand on his mate's side and arm while Sam slept and the other on the wheel, he didn't even turn the music up, just put on Sam's favorite cassette and turned it up at a decent level so that he could hear it and Sam could still sleep. "Thank you for the music, baby." Dean knew Sam liked music playing when he slept this way and he was happy to provide it.
"No problem, Sammy. Go to sleep, you're going to be exhausted tomorrow if you don't." Dean soothed him and Sam settled in again, his breath evening out now, sleep claiming him. Dean let a hand wander to his baby bump, stroking it lovingly, loving the hardness of their babies in there. So precious to them.
Sam had developed his bump last week and they had touched it for hours in wonder, even excitedly called Dad and told them, too. It was such a warm feeling knowing his children were growing in there. They were doing an ultrasound this time. Both boys wanted to see what sex the babies were if they could.
Dean sped on through the night, disregarding most speed limits and taking the highway to get there faster. They sped through the night and looked forward to the next day. They were excited to see their babies on that screen. Dean swore as he remembered he had to call Dad to tell him to meet them at the doctor's office rather than at the house.
Dean put in his blue tooth and dialed Bobby now, smiling at his lover as he slept, so handsome, so his!
"Dean." Bobby said and Dean chuckled, Dad was in a good mood tonight.
"Yeah, we got the werewolf. Burned and buried, per requirements." Dean said, turning onto the freeway now, speeding up. He held Sam firmly in place with the hand holding the phone so as to not wake him up then spoke again, after setting the phone into its holder on the dashboard, freeing up a hand to hold Sam again. "We took longer than expected so we'll have to meet you at the doctor's office instead. Then we'll head home and shower. I got blood in my hair still, Sam does, too."
"Sam okay? The babies okay? No one got hurt, right?" Bobby fretted and Dean eased his mind as best he could.
"Yeah, no one got hurt, babies are fine. It's the wolf's blood, I ripped its head off while it was on top of me, I know better. Blood get everywhere when that happens." Dean said and smiled as Sam sighed happily in his sleep, crinkling his nose so cutely at the same time. He loved it when Sam's nose did that. It meant he was seeking Dean's scent in his sleep again. Sam needed Dean's scent to sleep well and the truth was Dean needed Sam's to sleep as well. It made them feel safe and it smelled of Home and Belonging to them.
"Good, we'll meet you there then. You're driving all night again, aren't you?" Bobby sounded disapproving now. Dean hadn't slept in two days but had made sure Sam did. He swore internally at the man's stubbornness. Sure the shifter thing helped to keep him alert but it would hit him hard later. The boys had been hunting for a month straight almost since the Doll thing and after they had gotten pregnant. First, a pagan god, than another shifter or two, then some ghouls, and then a couple nests, each carrying them further away from home and making Bobby uneasy. They were working too hard and it couldn't be easy on Sam, being so busy and pregnant on top of it, too. He would have to talk them into taking a break. He tapped the thin folder in front of him and put it to the side, with a post-it with Rufus's name on it. Rufus did thin files, too. He wasn't as good as Bobby's sons with them but they needed a break so he'd give it to Rufus and Steve, they could handle it.
They decided to head to bed early and took the phone to the room with them, in case Dean called again. He was racing here at top speed, Bobby just knew it. Boy was making a two day drive in less than twelve hours, so yeah; speeding was a mild term for it.
"Yeah, have to. Can't keep postponing the doctor stuff. He's out of vitamins too." Sam had taken the last one yesterday morning. He needed more of them now. Maybe a two month supply this time. "Um, Dad, I found a case for us. It's a nasty one." Dean groaned and had an idea. "Maybe one of you could work it with me and Sam can stay there? So he can rest?"
"Good idea. I'd be glad to do it." Bobby said, Sam did need the rest but so did Dean, but he didn't say that out loud. If he went with his son, he could make sure he rested so that was okay, too.
"Sam won't like it but it's only for a few days, so it shouldn't be too bad." Dean said worried now, they hadn't spent a night apart since they had bonded and Sam needed his scent to sleep, maybe he could leave some clothes and stuff for him to use for the scent thing? "Case may not take that long."
"What is this case about?" Bobby booted up the laptop and Ellen grabbed a notebook and pen, handing them to Bobby who pushed the laptop to Jo now, who put in the password and finished booting it while they talked.
"It's in Darington, Maine. Little girls are dying; something is draining their essences away then drinking their fluids in their bodies away. So far the pattern is one a week for three months now." Dean recited from memory. "I was thinking an incubus hybrid, another of Eve's creations probably. Sam thinks it's a vampire or energy sucker like the stryga, a hybrid or something."
"We need to get on this right away, don't we?" Bobby sighed and went upstairs to pack a bag now, explaining to Ellen about what they were saying. She smacked his hand away and packed for him now, shooing downstairs again. She grabbed his weapons bag, too; making sure it was packed right. She wanted her husband prepared, this case sounded nasty. "Kind of hoped to have some time with you boys when you got back." Bobby said disappointed but glad they were able to help these people at the same time.
"After this hunt, promise. We'll work on your piece of crap car, Dad; maybe give it that paint job it has been begging for lately." Dean teased and Bobby laughed. Dean hated his car, figured he needed a better one. Bobby was beginning to agree; the damn thing had died on him twice now and badly needed his mechanically inclined son's attention. Another reason he needed to stay home for a while but not the only one. Mainly, they missed them.
"I'll hold you to that promise, son, and maybe work on getting a car built like yours, mine is dying a rather slow death at the moment." Bobby said sadly, his old car had taken care of him for a long time now but it was on its last legs and needed retired. "We miss you boys."
"We miss you, too." Dean said as he drove on, feeling a little tired now but it was a dim tired, he could handle it. He just needed coffee, lots of coffee. He took the next exit and headed to the fast food place there and stopped at the drive thru. "Hold on, Dad, gotta do something." He called into the speaker, "Four large coffees please. Black."
The voice came back with, "That will be $2.54, sir. Please pull to the first window." Dean smiled and drove up, pulling out a five. He watched the cashier's face fill with surprise as she saw Sam laying there, head on his lap and Dean ignored it, handing her the cash and taking the coffees, placing them on bump between the seats, easily fitting the carrier quite firmly wedged into it. He drove off and let his fingers brush threw Sam's hair gently, not caring what they thought of him and Sam's relationship. It was their relationship and no one else's. It wasn't their business what Sam and him did.
He drank the coffee in a gulp now and felt the caffeine hit him, and drank some more. "Sorry, Dad, needed the coffee." He set the coffee down and held Sam again, pulling him closer now. "So, you'll meet us at the doctor's? We're doing the ultrasound today." Dean sounded excited now, so proud.
"That's tomorrow? Yeah, we'd like to see that, too." Ellen took the phone as Bobby packed the books he wanted to take with him on the hunt and the notebooks he'd need. "I agree with Sam, it sound like a Stryga creation to me, too."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that. Those bastards hide well, too." Dean swore and Sam woke up, hazel eyes worriedly looking up at him, "Go back to sleep, Sammy, sorry I got too loud." Sam shook his head and sat up, lifting Dean's arm and cuddling into his side now, kissing his cheek smiling.
"Hi, Mom." Sam said and Ellen frowned at the phone now.
"Sam, you should be sleeping, you need your rest." She tried to get the man to sleep but knew it would fail, always did.
"Nope, had a nice nap. Sleep more when he does." Sam eyed his mate and looked serious, "Four coffees, Dean?"
"Yeah, sorry. Figured it would keep me awake if I got tired. Hey!" Dean yanked the cup out of Sam's hand and took it for himself. "No coffee, Sammy, Doctor's orders."
Ellen chuckled and put it on speaker now. Dean was being a stickler about the baby stuff. Sam had to stay away from caffeine and Dean was being an eagle eye about it.
He pushed the bottle of water at Sam instead, who rolled his eyes at Dean but took it, mumbling under his breath again. "What was that, Sammy?" Dean slid a sideways look at Sam now and Sam mumbled again, definitely something like 'overprotective' and 'Mother Hens' in there somewhere.
"Nothing." Sam said taking a drink of water but eyeing the coffee. He hadn't had caffeine in weeks and he missed it terribly. Dean pushed a chocolate bar into Sam's hand and smiled.
"Here have some chocolate, baby. It has caffeine in it and the doctor never said you couldn't have that." Dean knew the signs of caffeine withdrawal when he saw them. He was addicted to the stuff himself. Sam kissed his cheek softly but tore the wrapper off, taking a big bite, moaning pornographically at the taste of it. He could get used to chocolate, boxes and boxes of chocolate would work!
Dean heard that moan and fought the urge to take Sam now. He loved it when Sam moaned that way, especially when they were alone. He got hard from it but ignored it, knowing they didn't have time to deal with that right now, he only had a few more hours to go before he could even stop the car at the doctor's office. Sam's eyes slid down and saw it, chuckling, knowing his thinking here, enjoying the man's obvious discomfort.
"I have to go help Bobby get ready for tomorrow but we'll see you there at 9am, right?" Ellen asked and handed Bobby a book beside her.
"Yeah, 9 am. We'll meet you inside." Dean said and they said their goodbyes. He turned off the phone and removed the blue tooth, placing it with phone now, taking the coffee, drinking it down now that it had cooled enough to drink fast. Sam grabbed another and Dean smiled, leaning in for a kiss, which Sam eagerly gave him. "Want another, Sam?" He looked at Sam now, concerned.
"Actually, I'm kind of hungry for ice cream, and hamburgers. Well, ice cream on my burger, with some ketchup and hot sauce, technically." Sam admitted, even to him it sounded disgusting but at the same time, so good too.
"Sure thing." Dean said pulling off the freeway again and going to another fast food place, ordering a cone in a cup with a cheeseburger with only ketchup, with some packets of hot sauce, lots of it. They paid for it while the cashier looked at them in shock again, and Sam kissed him in front of her, being territorial again but Dean let him. He liked it when Sam did that, it was so cute! They pulled off smiling while Dean stopped for a moment before leaving the parking lot so Sam could get his burger the way he liked it. Then he pulled out and got back on the freeway. Sam moaned at how good the burger tasted and Dean got harder again.
Sam had to stop that and soon. He was torturing Dean with those moans, the sexy bastard. Sam got another bottle of water out and drank it, knowing he needed it but still wanting coffee. Dean handed him another chocolate bar instead, smiling. He had seen the look at the coffee again. Trying to give Sam what he wanted while still following the doctor's orders, toeing that line as only a Winchester could.
"Love you, Sam." Dean said fondly as Sam ate his burger, his normally rabbit food eating lover craved meat now with his salad, burgers precisely. It had been hard for him to give into the food craving at first but when it had gotten bad enough, he had given in, he had no choice really. He'd been eating them ever since but only when the babies wanted them, of course. The ice cream on the burger was new, as was the hot sauce, but neither man was arguing with it. It made Sam happy so Dean was happy to give it to him.
"Love you, too, Dean." Sam said, wiping his mouth off and getting close to Dean now but not cuddling, Dean looked at him curious and Sam slid a hand down, undoing his pants and pulling him out. "Eyes on the road, baby. You know the rules." Dean grinned and nodded, safe driving, eyes on the road at all times, even on a hunt. He didn't see how it applied to this.
Sam scooted over and took him into his mouth, working him hard and sucking him now. Soon Dean was struggling to keep the car straight on the road as his hips thrust up and his body tried to arch now. He came with a moan, but kept his eyes on the road the whole time, hand on Sam's head, holding him here until he was done.
Then Sam cuddled into his side again, smiling smugly and sighing happily, Dean doing the same. Dean risked a kiss and let Sam kiss him deeply now, eyes still on the road. "I love you, baby." Sam purred and laid his head on his leg again, face into Dean's side, ready to sleep again, despite his earlier vow not to. "You smell like mine." He was soon asleep and Dean smiled softly.
"You going to zip me back up there, baby, or what?" Dean said teasing, he could zip it up later. He was just trying to make Sam smile one more time, to get those dimples showing again. He loved seeing those dimples, would do anything to make them appear, to make Sam smile that way. Now was no exception.
Sam smiled that large smile, dimples showing full force now. "No, I like it open this way, all exposed, just for me." Dean shrugged then drove on, liking that smile and letting it linger in his mind. Sam's smile warming him inside, making him feel good again. It made him feel loved more every time Sam gave him that smile and made his heart beat speed up a little, too. It was Sam's smile, just for him. It said, "I love you" and "I'm yours" without even a word passing his lips. No one got that smile but him.
A few hours later, and two more coffees later, they pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's office and Dean woke up his Sammy.
Dean moved carefully from beneath his sleeping head and fixed his pants first. Then he bent down and kissed Sam awake, kissing him softly and touching his face until those gorgeous hazel eyes met his again and that smile filled that beautiful face again. "Morning, baby, we're here." He looked over Sam now, checking him with his eyes again, "You okay, Sammy?"
"I'm fine. Just stiff and needing a real bed. Our car is too small for me." Sam teased but stroked the dashboard lovingly anyway and kissed Dean one more time, letting him know he was teasing.
"Nah, you're just too tall, Sasquatch. Gonna shorten those legs someday for you, you'll fit then." Dean teased back, eying those sexy legs and followed them up to his lover's sexy bottom, knowing that if anyone tried any such thing, he'd kill them on principle. He loved that man's body as it was.
"Love to see you try, shorty." Sam chuckled, taking Dean's hand and climbing out the driver's side, ducking his head like an expert and shutting the door for him. Dean locked it for them.
"Yeah, but I can reach all the right places." Dean pointed out and they both laughed now, walking closer now, hands entwining more now.
"That's true." Sam admitted and eyed Dean lustfully, making him blush red.
"You are such a tease." Dean said grinning and kissing his cheek softly again.
"Not teasing, I'll show you later." Sam promised and noticed Dean biting his lip. Dean was hiding something now, not wanting to tell him yet. Sam wasn't having that. "What? What is it, Dean?" Dean eyed him with dread and regret, "It's a case, isn't it? It's that case we found."
Dean nodded and Sam groaned, already tired of the constant hunts lately. "Damn it, Dean, we need a break here!" He didn't let go of the man, he just was disappointed. He'd looked forward some alone time with his mate after the string of cases they just had.
"You're not coming with me, Sam." Dean said and rushed to finish the sentence as Sam's face fell, "Baby, it's not like that! It's just you need a rest and Dad is going with me so you can take a break. It will only be a few days, possible two or three at most. Then we'll go somewhere, just us and no one else, anywhere you want to go, promise!" Sam looked at him in resignation and nodded, tears already forming and Dean's heart clutched at that sight. "No, baby! Don't cry, I'm sorry. It's just that they're kids and some bastards killing them. We have to help them, we have to!"
"I know. I would never ask you not to help them, I just…well, I guess I just got my hopes up we could spend some time with our family after this, both of us." Sam said wiping his eyes and moaning in annoyance, "I'm such a chick, damn hormones!"
"We will, Dad and I will be back really soon and you can call me as much as you want, or email or Instant Message chat with me later, I swear!" Dean said, kissing Sam softly reassuring him, "Never leave you for long, baby, never. Just figured you needed a break and then we'll both be able to take a break, Dad said so."
"He did?" Sam smiled a little now and Dean nodded.
"Yeah, he's better at this than us even. He can make it go faster." Dean said and Sam smiled wider now, Dad was the best, he would bring them back safe to them.
"You'll be careful, both of you?" Sam had to ask. He was worried now. The hunt sounded dangerous to begin with.
"Sure, I have to come home to you, my most handsome man. Don't I? Mom needs Dad. So, you can count on us coming home to you guys soon. I can't be without you that long, you know that." Dean promised and Sam nodded, it was all true. "Not upset anymore, Sam?" He hadn't wanted Sam upset about him leaving.
"When are you leaving?" Sam asked and his heart dropped at the next words that Dean said.
"Right after the doctor's visit." Dean admitted and saw Sam's reaction and his heart dropped, too. "Like I said, it's only for two or three days. No longer, we'll try to come back soon as possible honest."
"But I thought we had time to…" Sam frowned now and didn't finish the sentence as Dean shook his head unhappily.
"I wish we could, too." Dean said still unhappy about it. It had been days since they had really made love but now was not the time, no matter how much they may wish it was.
"When you get back…could we go to that bed and breakfast where that lady worked? The one that offered us a free stay whenever we were in town?" Sam asked and Dean nodding smiling happily now, kissing him softly, hugging him hard.
"I'd like that, Sam. Maybe we can talk Mom and Dad into coming, too." Dean said and Sam smiled widely, knowing their parents would like that, too. They could use a little time away, too. "Never could leave you for very long, Sammy."
"I'm just going to miss you, Dean." Sam said sadly but tried to smile, knowing how much Dean would appreciate it if he could.
"I'll miss you, too, Sammy." Dean said but added, "I won't be gone long, promise."
"I know." Sam said and they opened the door to the doctor's office. They went in and Sam couldn't find it in himself to smile anymore. Dean couldn't smile either, seeing Sam so unhappy hurt him too. They were immediately hugged by their parents and they smiled as best they could while looking at each other with a sad look.
"You feeling okay, Sam?" Ellen asked, Sam looked…unhappy. "You look sad or something."
"I'm fine. Let's just do this okay?" He looked at Dean and squeezed his hand, not meeting his eyes now. He hated to see Dean's eyes so full of pleading and worry, and was tired of the words that wouldn't fix this. "So they can leave sooner." He looked up as the doctor called his name and rushed in, leaving an anguished group staring after them.
They knew why Sam was upset but knew they could never fix it right now. They all sighed and followed the unhappy man into the office. Sam was not taking this well.
Soon they were around Sam while the doctor did the thing with the wand. They all smiled joyfully when the doctor announced that Sam was carrying boys, twins. Both boys cried and hugged, all sadness forgotten for now. "Sons." Dean said softly reverently kissing Sam, "We're having twin boys." Dean felt floored and happy at the same time.
"Our sons." Sam said kissing him again, "You have to come back now, Dean. We're going to need you now." Sam's eyes bore into Dean's now, serious as he'd ever been. "You come back to me, I mean it!"
"I will, baby, I will. Promise, with all my heart, I promise." Dean said and Sam nodded, trying to hide his worry. They left the room as Sam redressed and then they headed out to their cars now. Dean hugged Sam close and kissed him, rubbing his back and arms, holding his hands, kissing him some more. He touched Sam's stomach and kissed it, too. "I love you, Sam. I'll talk to you tonight. I'll call you, promise, baby. Please give me a smile, please?"
Sam tried and he tried but only managed a watery weak one, without a single dimple. Dean drooped visibly and nodded, kissing his mate anyway, hard and desperately. "We'll do that bed and breakfast thing when I get back. We'll take a whole week, just us and them. Okay?"
"Okay." Sam said and pulled away, head down and got into Ellen's car. Dean watched him walk away with a hurt look but got in the driver side of the Impala where Bobby was waiting.
They pulled out and had driven a few blocks before Dean realized he was crying and Bobby insisted on driving instead. Dean let him and slid over, eyes out the side window, lost in thought.
"He'll be okay." Bobby managed awkwardly, knowing what was wrong and trying to fix it. "He's just upset, Dean. Call him."
Dean shook his head and sighed, "He won't talk to me." Dean knew Sam too well, when he was upset like this, he wouldn't speak to anyone.
"Call anyway, let him know you're thinking of him. He'll appreciate it later." Bobby said and Dean shrugged and dialed Sam's number.
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It rang and Sam saw it was Dean. He wanted to answer it but he didn't, he just stared at the phone and wished he'd answered it.
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Dean bit his lip, hung up, then stared at the phone. Then dialed again.
Sam still wouldn't answer.
So he called again.
Sam still didn't answer.
This went on for almost an hour…until Sam finally answered it.
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"Don't hang up! Please!" Dean said quickly and waited.
Sam didn't hang up, he just cried, and Dean could hear him.
"Baby…don't cry…it's not like that. I still love you and I miss you already." Dean said and he smiled a little as Sam stopped crying at that.
"You do?" Sam said sniffling, worried still, "You miss me?" He missed Dean desperately right now.
"I do, baby. I love you so much it hurts to see you this way." Dean said softly, "You mad at me?"
"No." Sam said softly, "I Just…well." Sam lost his words.
"Just what, Sammy?" Dean asked, he wanted to hold him and make it better.
"I just want to make love and cuddle with you for hours right now." Sam said and smiled again, "So chick flick, I know."
"No, not chick flicky, just honest." Dean smiled softly, "I want to do that with you, too, Sammy. Gonna do that as soon as we get back."
Sam smiled now, dimples showing. Dean could practically feel them through the phone, he smiled now, happy finally. "Bed and breakfast and lots of cuddling when you get back, I expect this, baby."
"You got it, Sammy. Anything you want, baby, it's yours." Dean promised and smiled wider at Sam's next words.
"You, Dean. All I want is you." Sam said happily and lay back on his pillow, finally relaxing and feeling tired now. "Can you talk to me until I fall asleep?"
"Yeah, baby, I can do that." Dean said, feeling tired now too. He leaned his head into the door and asked, "What do you want to talk about, Sam?"
"Me, tell me about me." Sam teased and Dean laughed, Sam smiled again.
"Well, you have the biggest heart and the most beautiful eyes. I love when you smile and those dimples just pop out, it makes me feel so loved. I'm the only one you smile at that way, you know. You are so handsome and your body is perfection personified. When we make love, I never want to stop, you drive me to distraction with the way you move and your voice is so sexy and makes me feel so happy inside. I love to hear your voice and look into your eyes, which sparkle so prettily when you are happy and they seem like pools of hazel water when we kiss, I could drown in them and never try to save myself." Dean said softly and Sam sighed happily at his words.
"I like the way the sun hits your skin when we are naked or in swimsuits, creating shadows where every muscle and bump is, and the way your hair shines with highlights in the sun. You suck your lip when you are thinking and I want to pull it out, so I can suck on it too. Your brow crinkles when you sleep and smell my scent and then you smile like you never smelled anything better than me." Dean paused and asked, "You still awake, Sammy?"
"Yeah, but I'll be asleep soon, so hard to keep my eyes open." Sam admitted and Dean sighed softly.
"Close your eyes, baby, I'll keep talking honest." Dean promised and waited, "Got them closed?"
"Yes." Sam teased, "Now talk, baby." Dean's voice was helping him fall asleep and he smiled as Dean spoke again.
"I like that you get territorial whenever you think anyone is looking at us funny or flirting with me. I like that you can still smile even when you're so mad at me you can barely see straight. I like the look you get when you get an idea or something strikes you interesting about something, you're eyes get all thoughtful and your mouth does that side thing where you bite you lip at the corner. I like the way you tell me you love me, like it's the most important thing in the world and you have to say it or die trying." Dean finished and he heard Sam's gentle breathing over the phone now.
"Loving you is the most important thing in the world, Dean." Sam admitted, sleep pulling him in now. "Love you, Dean."
"Loving you is the most important thing to me, too, Sammy." Dean reassured him and smiled, "I love you, too."
"Miss you." Sam said and fell silent, sound asleep now.
"Miss you, too, Sammy." Dean said to the silent phone and hung up.
He stared at the window and sighed, feeling like he was missing a piece. There was a big empty place there that only Sam could fill and Sam wasn't here. He missed Sam. He wanted to cuddle him to his side as he drove, kiss him sometimes, and even feel his head resting on his leg as he slept. He missed the way Sam inhaled his scent every chance he got, like he had never smelled any scent that smelled any better than Dean's scent and he never wanted to smell anything but Dean ever again.
His forehead rested against the glass and cried, picturing Sam's smile, Sam's dimples, and Sam's body beneath his or over his, rippling and gorgeous, the way their bodies fit so perfectly against each other when they touched, the way his voice flowed so sexily over Dean's skin when he kissed it. He moaned softly and now wished they had made love after all before they left.
"You okay, son?" Bobby asked concerned, "You boys made up yet?" He hated seeing them upset as they had been when they had left.
"We're fine." Dean said, "We made up." He still watched the rain run in droplets down the window with regret. "I just miss him. Feels like I'm missing a big piece of myself when he's so far away." He felt so incomplete now, it was a new feeling and he hated it.
"It's the love bond, Dean. You will feel that way until you are back together. You complete each other that way. He'll feel the same until you get back, too." Bobby explained, "You miss him because you love him so much. That's what love feels like sometimes. We'll be back soon, son, promise."
"I hope so. This hurts, this apart shit hurts." Dean growled, "Damn I wished I drank still." Sam had asked him to stop and so he had. Now he wished he had a whole damn bottle!
"Why don't you drink anymore?" Bobby asked and then realized why. Sam had seen how much he was drinking and asked him to stop, so Dean had stopped drinking. Dean wanted Sam happy so he had done it. Sam wanted Dean happy so he had asked Dean to stop drinking because he knew it wasn't making Dean happy, it was acting as his crutch. Simple really.
"Sam asked me to stop. Said it was killing me and he couldn't lose me that way, so I quit." Dean explained, and revised that last thought, he needed two bottles now. His chest ached and he couldn't stop thinking about Sam.
"I see." Bobby said, then smiled, "He was right, you know." Sam was perceptive that way, he knew how to talk to Dean and damned if it hadn't worked. He had gotten Dean to do what they had all been trying to get him to do, quit drinking. It was killing the man.
"I know. Can't say two bottles wouldn't be nice right now though." Dean admitted out loud.
"You know it's not the answer here." Bobby said and Dean nodded. "It won't make you miss him any less. Try the mind link, it should be established by now."
"What mind link?" Dean asked. They had one of those?
"Comes with the bond. Book said so." Bobby said smiling, "Thought you read that book already?"
"Well, all but the back parts actually." Dean said embarrassed now. It was their book, they should have read it already! He resolved to do just that right after he got back, right after making love to his mate and romancing the sexy man until the empty place in his chest was filled again, until both their empty places were filled and their chest didn't hurt anymore. Until Sam was by his side again.
"Well, it says if you concentrate on each other, you can link your minds and talk to each other, share consciousness's, and enter each other's dreams." Bobby explained.
"And how exactly do I do that?" Dean asked, he'd like that. He could touch Sam in his dreams.
"Just close your eyes and think of Sam." Bobby said, "Idjit, should have known that."
"Sorry, Dad. I'll read it when I get home promise." Dean said smiling and leaning back in his seat, he let his mind wander and think only of Sam, Sam's face, Sam's lip, and Sam's eyes and voice. Sam's scent in his nose as he slept.
Then suddenly Sam was in front of him, staring at him in surprise.
"How…Where did…Dean?" Sam said in surprise, he looked around. "Why are you….where are we, Dean?"
"It's me, baby. It's a mind link." Dean explained, grabbing the man and holding him close now and feeling the ache in his chest ease up now. "Apparently love bonded mates create one by thinking of each other and after that, our mind are permanently connected. We can share thoughts, consciousness's, and dreams."
"I was just dreaming of you, as a matter of fact." Sam admitted and Dean felt him hard between them.
"Exactly what were you dreaming, baby?" Dean said and saw the area around them shift into a bedroom, with a bed of red and black silk sheets and candles lined the room. They were both naked now.
"This." Sam admitted as he gently walked Dean back to the bed until he fell back onto it and Sam lay on top of him, straddling his waist, and leaning into his body now. "Make love to me, Dean. Please make love to me while we're dreaming here, baby." Dean flipped them over and was soon kissing his mate deep and hard, their bodies slipping together, desperate to reconnect again and feeling their empty place fill up again, with each other again.
Then Dean did just that and they made love the way they had needed to. Their first time went fast and desperate, but the second went slower and gentler. They now knew that even though they'd fall asleep together and even though they would wake up separately, they would still feel so connected so that their empty places weren't so empty and the aches in their chests would be gone now. "Love you, Sammy." He kissed Sam and said as he drifted off to sleep. Bobby heard him say this in his sleep and smiled now, giving a sigh of relief. Mind link achieved, they should feel better now.
"Love you, too, Dean." Sam thought back and held him close, sleeping now too.
Their minds slept holding each other while their bodies slept separately but they never once felt the separation there after that.
Dean woke up the next morning smiling and really happy now. Sam woke up the same way.
Now if only the case were that easy to solve.
Yeah, right. That was never the case with these thin files.
And this one was very, very thin.
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They got to the town and cleaned up, dressed in their FBI suits, and went straight to the cops. And into a crime scene.
Another little girl dead, same way as the others. She had been killed that morning and Dean saw a doll lying nearby. He bent over and looked at it closely. He still hated dolls, he really really did. He did a discreet EMF reading and nothing sounded. So not a possessed doll thing. Good. Now to find out what it really was.
"Katie loved that doll." Someone said behind him and Dean fought the urge to go for his gun at the surprise visitor. He pulled his hand from by his gun now and pulled on a glove. He touched the doll now, using a pen to turn it over a little to look under it for clues. Nothing was there, damn it.
He held out a hand for the yellow thing he knew the others were carrying with them. The person handed it to him and he took it, putting it by the doll. He stood now and found himself face to face to a really beautiful woman, the type he used to go for actually, used to flirt with mercilessly as soon as he met her and enjoyed getting to know and work information out of. Yet now he just looked politely at her and nodded, listening to her story, writing it down, and not once considered flirting with her at all.
"Who could have done this thing?" The woman said eyes wide with shock and anger, righteous anger. A good look, in Dean's book. It meant you weren't dead to the gore and violence yet, that you could still feel for others even though you may have seen the worst and still felt driven to stop it personally. Hunters carried that look, too. "She was just five years old. So little…"
"I'm Dean Wilson, and you are?" Dean held out a hand and she shook it, eyes still on the doll.
"Cheryl, Cheryl Cooper." The woman said, "She was my niece, Dean Singer." She looked him in the eye and gave him a serious look. "Like I wouldn't know Bobby's son from a mile away, really?"
"You know what we are?" Dean said, surprised.
"Yeah, Bobby talks about you two all the time. Congratulations on the boy thing, by the way." She said keeping them a discreet distance from the others now.
"So you know all about us? Everything?" Dean was surprised, Bobby never told anyone their secret, how did she know?
"I grew up by the Winchesters, knew they were friends with the Shifter couple. All of a sudden the couples dead and they have some kids. Didn't take a genius to figure it out really." Cheryl said and smiled, "You all are at the motel outside of town, right? The flea bag one?"
Dean nodded and she shook her head in dismay, her eyes seeing Bobby now and nodding her head his way, motioning him over. "You'd rather stay at the motel sleaze than ask to stay with us? Shame on you, Bobby Singer."
"You still live with your Dad? You and Stan?" Bobby asked and she sighed sadly.
"No, Stan died on a hunt last year, a Wendigo got him." She smiled proudly though, "He took the bastard down with him though. Good man!" She eyed the others and shrugged, "I was going to call you in but I figured you might be too busy." She looked at Dean and smiled again, "You're known for being good with these weird cases, all of you. They say if a weird case pops up, call you Singers in and it gets solved fast. Unfortunately, we have garnered too damn much media attention and the real Feebs will be here in a few days. Figured it wouldn't be safe if they showed up for you so I didn't call."
She eyed them curiously now. "How'd you catch the case? We've been trying to keep it low key here." She smiled again, "Not that I'm complaining really, glad you're here now. Just get this done before they show up, okay?"
"Planning on it." Bobby said and eyed the crime scene again. "You get that promotion yet?"
"Yep, Commissioner of Police. Got it last week. This is my first case since I got it, too. Nasty piece of work this is." She watched the others approach and said quietly, "Get your stuff and go to our house, I'll fill you in on the rest later." Her eyes flicked to the cops approaching and they took their cue.
"Yes, ma'am. We think we got all we need here. We'll be by for that witness list later on. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter." Bobby said in a very official and realistic FBI voice. It scared the crap out of Dean how good an agent his Dad could have been if he hadn't turned to Hunting instead. Damn that man had great instincts!
"No problem, Agent Sorrell." Cheryl said, and then introduced the others. Both Hunters looked them over and allowed her to make introductions. "And yes, I expect you to cooperate fully with these gentlemen, Detective Hays."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll cooperate fully." The detective said nodded respectfully and she reminded him to keep her in the loop too, "I will, ma'am. I will let you know as soon as we find something."
Both Hunters and the woman were fairly sure that his 'something' would turn into more 'nothing' since Supernatural creatures tend to be good at leaving nothing for civilians to learn much from or just liked to confuse the human innocents for the hell of it. All three were betting it was both.
"We'll go now but call us if anything comes up we can help with." Dean said, sounding official now too, shaking her hand and then the Hunters left the scene.
She watched them leave and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally they could stop this thing, whatever it was. Hunters were here and now her Dad wouldn't have to look into this by himself. He'd been considering going on the Hunt for it himself lately but she had stopped him, maybe with the Singers here, she could stop him from doing it, too. She looked on as Crime Scene techs picked up the doll and bagged it. Her eyes hardened now, and anger flushed her cheeks again.
"Find who did this, Dan." She looked at the Detective and growled, "Do it."
"I will, Chery." Dan said grimly, also looking at the doll hard now. "Those the Singers?"
"Yep." She said as the others left them standing there. Dan was her brother, well, half-brother. He had been friends with Bobby for years, too. "Sam didn't come."
"He's pregnant, sis, they wouldn't risk him on a nasty case like this." Dan supposed this was true. He wouldn't if his wife or mate was pregnant either. "Sure hope they can solve this."
"You could help, you know. Ex-hunter and all." She slid him the knowing look and he nodded, shrugging. He had been hunting it lately, just hadn't found much yet. He had tried to hide this from his all-knowing sister but had failed, his big sister usually found out everything he tried to hide anyway, had since they were kids.
"I will. They're staying with you and Dad, right?" Dan asked, pulling her into a hug and she let him, cops or not, they were siblings, and they both needed one right now. They let go and went back to pretending he was reporting stuff to her.
"Yeah, they'll be there soon." She said pretending to read his notebook and handing it back. "Come by for Dinner and briefing tonight?"
"I'll be there, 7 right?" Dan asked and put his notebook away and prepared to leave with the others now.
"Right, bring the journals, yours and Dad's. There might be something useful in them." Cheryl reminded him and he nodded. It was a good idea.
"I will. See you then. Be safe, okay?" Dan said with a worried look and she waved him off. She used to hunt with them when she was younger, she'd be safe. "Use the Stryga traps, Sis."
"I am, already done that. In my office too." She said and he chuckled as he got into his car now.
"Mine too, and all over my house. I'd bet my last kidney, it's a Stryga hybrid of that bitch Eve's they killed." Dan said through the window and she nodded in agreement, it did fit the profile her and Dad had come up with too.
"I'd kill to have more Hunters on the police force." Cheryl said regretfully. It never would have got this far if there had been more.
"I know. Hunters are useful sons of guns, aren't we?" Dan said soberly, worrying. "Three others are still missing, Cher."
"I know that, too. I'll get them on it tonight." Cheryl reassured him and Dan looked down sadly.
"I don't want to see another little girl dead, even like that." Dan said and she touched his shoulder in comfort. He looked up at her and asked, "We'll get the bastard, right?"
"Right? We can all help in this Hunt if we have to. Dad, too." Cheryl said firmly, they had to stop this killing and now!
"I'll bring the other car then." Dan said with a cold look now, his Hunter look. "You better get Dad's ready, too."
"It's been ready. He's had it ready for days." Cheryl admitted, Dad had been antsy to start this hunt weeks ago. He had only waited because she had insisted on speaking to Dan first about it.
"See you tonight." Dan said pulling off and heading to the station. She watched him leave and shrugged, getting in her car and checking her wards quickly; they were all still in place, good. She drove to her own office and called Dad to see if the others had arrived yet.
Finally they had help, and now they could kill the son of a bitch that was killing kids in her town.
No one got away with that as long as she was in charge. No one!
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