Sam scanned the almost empty restaurant from his seat at the two tables pushed together, "Is this really a good place to formulate a plan?"

Jamie patted his arm reassuringly, "It's as good a place as any and we all need to eat." He gestured to Dean who was shoveling dinner rolls in his mouth, "Your poor brother is starving."

Dean paused, his cheeks stuffed like chipmunk, and mumbled, "Sam, stop being a buzzkill."

The waitress set another basket of rolls in front of the cute, very hungry teen. She smiled down at the boy, "Don't worry honey, your foods a comin', she leaned down and whispered, "I told the chef to put some extra fries on your plate."

Dean winked and gave her a thumbs up because his mouth was full. Both Sam and Bobby rolled their eyes at the same time.

Grady brought in a stack of files and placed them on the tables. "This is everything we have on the facility and the company. When you freelance, it's a good idea to know what you're getting into."

Sam was impressed with the amount of research the two men put into this. He wouldn't have pegged either of them as detail oriented.

Ike explained, "Landon Pharmaceuticals is a subsidiary of the Ro Corporation and they've been working on something to turn the tide on this sickness. This takes a whole lot of test subjects but lab rats don't cut the mustard. They need the infected to test on and honestly, 99.9% of the people we bring there are going to die anyway and pretty horribly so it's not like we're sending them to their deaths."

Grady jumped in, "Ro Corp picked up a lucrative military contract and built special facilities pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The guards look like military but they don't dress like it and there are plenty of them. The main buildings are massive with sky bridges leading from one to the other. Rumor is there are miles of tunnels with one leading to a third building where the bodies are cremated."

Ike looked to the brothers, "No one gets out of there alive. Your dad is probably dead already, they don't keep the infected around for long. His only hope would be if he survived the infection with his humanity intact. They'll want to study him then."

Bobby sat back and let out a deep sigh, "Boys, are you prepared to do this?" The father figure didn't want to risk Sam and Dean getting hurt or worse to save a man who wasn't worthy of saving.

Sam felt the same way. He looked down at a file, pretending to read because he didn't want to answer. Their lives were in limbo because of John and he could tell how it affected his brother. Sam wasn't afraid of going in and risking his life but he was afraid of losing the people he loved on a possible fool's errand to save someone who might already be dead, even if he was their father.

Dean answered for the both of them, "Damn right we want to do this. I know Dad has burned his share of bridges but we have to at least try. He'd try for us." Dean looked to his brother for support but Sam's lips were pressed together in a grimace as if he'd just swallowed bitter medicine.

Realizing his brother had misgivings, Dean gave him an out, "Sam, maybe you should stay behind just in case things go tits up."

"No way will you do this without me." He looked around the table at each hunter, "We are a team."

…

John was given white boxers, slip on shoes and a dark green top and pants that screamed prison uniform and it even had a number across the front and back of the short sleeve shirt. Instead of feeling demoralize by the uniform and number, he felt even more badass.

Two guards took him on an elevator ride and across a sky bridge to another building and the hunter observed a huge parking lot that spanned the two buildings, expansive green space and then forest on either side of one road going in and out. After a trip down a maze of corridors, they arrived at the mysterious psychiatrist's office where he was shoved inside the room and the door was closed behind him.

John quicky went around the room memorizing every little detail starting with the huge picture window taking up nearly one wall. It had a high up view of well-manicured grounds, an artificial pond with a fountain with several benches and flowering shrubs and then beyond that a forest. He had no idea where he was.

"Bust out the window with that big ass onyx obelisk on the desk and get to ground level…how do I get down… ah, I'll figure it out…once I hit the woods, I'll be ok…I bet that desk has an alarm button somewhere…"

A stocky man with white hair, beard and moustache, entered carrying two cups of coffee and handed one to his patient, "Hello John, I'm Doctor Kontos."

John looked down at the murky liquid, trying to decide if it was safe or not. "Would you like my cup instead? I promise it's just coffee." He was pleased when the patient took a sip.

The psychiatrist gave John a good once over. The doctor knew if he looked up the words "masculine alpha" there would be a photo of John Winchester. Kontos felt this alpha was especially dangerous though he didn't need a file full of background info to tell him that. It was clear from the man's hard stare full of contempt and anger and the rigidity in his posture.

"How are you feeling today, John?"

"Pissed off. I'm missing an arm and I'm being held prisoner. How would you feel?"

"Glad I wasn't dead from infection and I came out the other side without turning into a ghoulish creature."

"Ha, you have no idea what a ghoul is, do you. In Arabian folklore, ghul translates to "demon" and they drink children's blood and eat the dead."

"Interesting." Kontos opened a folder and began to read, "You are John Eric Winchester, son of Henry and Millie and you were raised for part of your childhood in Normal Illinois. Your father left when you were quite young. You and your mother then moved to Lawrence Kansas. You fought in Vietnam and you are a decorated veteran. You married Mary Campbell, worked as a mechanic and co-owned a garage. You have two sons, Sam and Dean. Mary died tragically in a fire when Sam was just an infant and Dean was four. After that all I see are a few run ins with the law and the life of drifting from one place to the other with your children in tow."

"Great, you know everything already, I'm a drifter and a crappy dad."

I'm here to delve into your past to see if there is anything that would explain your immunity to the virus. All the tests they've ran so far have been inconclusive. Perhaps there something in your bloodline…your family tree."

"Well, you see Doc, a demon killed me and my future wife made a deal to bring me back to life but there was a catch… Our baby ended up with a dose of demon blood and my Mary was gutted and burned…I'm pretty sure my both my boys are immune…"

The hunter held up his stump and arm, "Let me go or I'll rain the fires of Hell down upon you." He didn't think he could really do that but still, it sounded good.

"So dramatic! I'm sorry but that's not possible." Kontos brought up every awful memory John spent his life avoiding, "Do you think your father leaving you at such a young age contributed to your alcoholism? I imagine your wife's tragic death and your stint in the service have also been factors. Also, how do you think your drinking and the lack of stability has affected your children over the years?"

Kontos was a shrink with an agenda. He was playing hardball as instructed to provoke his patient in order to see what those remnants of infection would do and how out of control he became. It didn't take an infection to provoke John Winchester, just Kontos bringing up every incredibly painful time in his life was enough.

Normally John coped by getting lost in a bottle, killing or fucking, and right now there was no whisky, pussy or monster in sight. John's eyes widened and turned nearly black, much like a cat before it pounces on its prey and in that moment, he didn't feel entirely human. John pictured himself sinking his teeth round the man's windpipe and crushing the cartilage, muscle and soft tissue while the doctor jerked and struggled. He could smell and taste the blood in his mouth and hear the gurgling.

If Kontos knew exactly what he'd awakened, he would have pressed that silent alarm.

…

The brothers were back under the tree near the motel where they'd spent precious private moments during all this madness. Tomorrow morning they'd head out on a two-day drive to the compound as Ike called it, to enact their plan full of holes after doing a little scouting. Tonight, was just for them. The balmy night air and clear sky full of stars reminded Dean of one of his favorite memories.

"Sammy, remember the night we shot off fireworks in that field? You were so free and happy and I wished it could have stayed that way forever."

"I remember looking up at you and thinking the same thing. My D is free and happy and he deserves it. You hugged me after the fireworks were all gone and I felt so loved and safe."

"I want to always make you feel that way."

Dean took a drink from the flask he swiped from John's truck and they kissed. Sam sucked whiskey off his tongue until a room door opened and a couple stepped out to have a cigarette and spoiled everything.

"Sam, if things go south, get to the tunnels and don't worry about me."

"If things go wrong, you're coming with me, we're all in this together."

Sam was too horny to care about the couple smoking, a hard dick makes a guy take chances. He pinched the omega's nipple and rolled it between his fingers just how his brother liked it and sucked the other between his lips. He'd discovered the pleasure of nipple play after Dean had sucked on his but it was much more rewarding the other way around for both of them. His omega had beautiful, responsive, pink nipples and Sam wondered if Dean got pregnant how big his nipples would get. It was a turn on for the alpha though at his age he didn't think about all the rest that came with it, like a baby. In his last cabin dream, Dean had a round belly he pressed against Sam's back and ever since then it became a part of the alpha's sexual fantasies. He kept this to himself for the moment, not knowing how Dean would react.

When Jamie stepped out of his room and sat on a bench, the fear of discovery was too much for them and the brothers put their shirts on and headed back. When they approached, Jamie only nodded and took another draw on the joint he was smoking. He let them go on pretending they weren't messing around.

…

Dean was going a little crazy driving the speed limit behind Grady's big, creepy pervert van he used to transport the infected. The hunter just wanted to get there already and worse, they had Ike and Jamie in the backseat and Ike was a pain in the ass. Dean had to tell him several times to shut the fuck up after Ike complained it was too windy with the windows open and he should have been shotgun and why couldn't he have some of the road food. Sam took pity on the guy and gave him a granola bar which he turned his nose up at.

"I want a bear claw not squirrel food."

"That's it, you did it now. Sammy, put in one of your mixed tapes."

Sam was all smiles, excited he finally got to play one of his tapes and for an audience no less. "Oh wow, ok." He held up a tape, "You guys will really like this one." He popped the tape in and "How Do I Live" by LeAnne Rimes began to play.

How do I, get through a night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be

Oh, I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul and if you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything good in my life
And tell me now

How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you if you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive
How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live….

Sam put his whole heart into singing this song very obviously to Dean. Ike was truly being punished. Then it got even worse when Jamie joined in because he loved sappy love songs.

Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There'd be no world left for me

And I, baby, I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you, if you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything real in my life
And tell me now….

Ike covered his ears, "Oh my god, please stop, I'll eat the granola bar!"

Dean began to sing. He was enjoying how uncomfortable it was making his unwanted passenger. He reached over and took his Sammy's hand.

"It's all gonna be ok…after this it's just you and me and the road…"

TBC

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