The Passenger: Epilogue
Phoenix1966
Sam was off somewhere with Bobby, probably digging through the rare books like he was panning for gold. Who woulda thought when he'd spent the winter teaching the kid to read, it would have come back to bite Dean in the ass this way?
Dean liked telling Sam that he didn't get it, this friggin' urge to read, but he had a secret, one he'd never share with Sam-there were a few books he came back to visit regularly, books by some old-time Before writers like Bradbury and Vonnegut. Had one stashed under the mattress right now, actually. Dean idly thought about heading back to their rooms, his groin pulled tight at the thought, but nah, Sam was up to his incisors in ‘walker lore with Bobby, so that pleasant thought was out. Maybe he'd just give Baby a thorough cleaning, check out that sweet little Taurus Bobby scrounged up for Sammy...or head out to the garage and finally pick a vehicle that would run on fatfuel, seeing how gas was gonna be rare as hen's teeth pretty damn soon….
A soft weight landed on his shoulder, he was pleasantly inundated with a floral smell, sort of roses and lavender mixed with a hint of sage-the tools of Missouri's trade.
"Hello, dear. How are you doing this night?"
"Good, Miz, good. Waiting for Sam to pull his head outta the books. I might head to the kitchen and see what Cookie left out while I'm waiting."
"Boy, Cookie will take a spoon to your ass if you dig into one of his cakes again without permission."
"Yeah, so that's why he left me brownies instead-am I right?"
"Who's the psychic here? You sure you don't have a little bit of shine yourself?" Missouri teased, and Dean laughed along with her. If ever there was a psychic void, it was him.
"So, tell me the truth, hon. How are you boys doing?" she asked, sitting herself next to Dean.
He cut a look at her, started to gently suggest it was none of her business-and deflated. She was a psychic, powerful enough to track a body from one coast to another. Wasn't like she didn't know him inside and out. Dean told her the truth. "I'm in love with Sam. Like, can't-imagine-life-without-him, kind of love. You know."
She nodded. "How does that make you feel?"
"Like it was-oh Jeez. Like it was something that was meant to be. Hearts and flowers. Long walks in the rain." Dean tried to smirk like he was making a joke, but it failed miserably. "Don't make fun of me."
Missouri looked serious, more serious than Dean could remember seeing her look in recent times. She shook her head, saying,"Dean, I think...I do think you and Sam were destined to be together, part of a greater plan that I feel went off the rails somewhere. Maybe not by accident." She didn't explain what she meant by that, she just shrugged and went on. "Anyway, here you are, and you need to stop worrying that Sam's going to take off now that he can meld fully with his beast and can read that-" She snapped her fingers. "Like a natural born scholar, that boy. He's completely and totally stuck on you, fool boy. You better know there's nothing before you as far as Sam's concerned."
She stood up, stretched, and fixed Dean with one of her patented 'momma-is-damn-serious' looks.' "And I know that feeling is mutual, so I'll spare you having to say it out loud. Seems to me, the two of you are some version of soulmate-y'all each carry a piece of the other, despite his not being totally human. I sure wish we could study it. The fact that you two are soulmates and also-"
Dean tried to interrupt Missouri. He didn't want confirmation of what he'd begun to suspect based on hints dropped by Rowena, quiet speculation on Miz's part, and Bobby's flat out refusal to see or talk about anything concerning Sam and Dean together.
Dean didn't know if he could handle hearing it out loud.
Missouri stared at him, dark brown eyes going from chocolate to obsidian, then nodded. "Would it make a difference?" she wondered aloud, and Dean didn't answer, just shook his head. It was the truth, and it hurt, but it was his life and he wasn't going to change it for anyone, or pretend that he could live a day without having Sam in every way. This was his life and his choice, and he didn't think he was losing anything by going forward this way.
=@=
He finally managed to pry Sam out of the library, feed him and then shove him out into the sun and air.
Once they reached the lush gardens the chapter house kept, Dean talked him into stripping, and helped out by snatching bits of clothing out of Sam's hands and hiding them in the bushes and beds winding in and out of the garden paths.
After Sam was nude, Dean got him to change, which he did in seconds, helped along by Dean reducing him to a helpless puddle of giggling giant-Dean had definitely hit the jackpot finding that ticklish spot on Sam's ribs. It knocked Sam out of his sullen mood, and reminded him that he did like letting his beast go. When he was done stretching, Dean followed up the tickling with a thorough rub under Sam's chin, loving the deep rumble of Sam purring.
To make up for being such a sap, Sam chased him around the garden, Dean racing and dodging and doing his best to keep out of Sam's reach until he figured Sam had enough exercise. Dean left him lounging on a tree limb, high above his head, golden eyes staring down at him and nothing moving except the tip of his tail, flick-flick-flick. Dean pulled his shirt off and wiped his face, grinning up at Sam when he coughed down at him, irritated, or maybe thoughtful. It was hard to tell. If Sam did have something on his mind, he'd tell Dean what it was in his own time.
Dean followed the spring towards a natural bowl, lined with trees. He figured the thick branches overhead with their dense leaves would keep him from frying in the sun, so he left his shirt off and splayed out in a thick patch of clover, enjoying the cool, springy bed he lay in.
The constant hum of bees, a gentle breeze skirting around him, and the shifting, dappled sunlight lulled him into a comfortable sleep.
He was leaning back against the smooth, warm seat of a big, black car, the old car his dad used to have, the one he called Baby. Her engine rumbled soft and sweet, gradually getting louder and louder until if felt like he could feel the rumbling in his bones. It was soothing, and made him feel like he was home. A ticklish, prickly sensation skittered across his cheek, then angled sideways to his mouth. The rumbling increased, and a warm puff of air went up his nose.
Dean opened his eyes, momentarily confused because he hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep. He was nose to snout with a big, black cougar. Sam snorted a hot breath right into his eyes, then shifted to cover Dean with his naked self, laughing softly.
"Yeah, you're a real pack a cards," Dean muttered, still muzzy from sleep and so comfortable. Sam spread himself over Dean, warm naked skin sliding against him. Dean's hand floated up and came to rest on Sam's ass; round and fuzzed like a peach, just begging to be squeezed. Sam let out a purr, something he did rarely in his human form. Mostly at times like this, when they were wrapped up in each other like there was no one else in the world. Sam smiled down on him, soft and lazy.
Dean couldn't resist kissing that smile away. He whispered to Sam, "Hey. Wanna have sex?"
Sam answered by licking his way down Dean's body, leaving a warm wet trail of kisses and playful nips down to the waistband of Dean's jeans, before opening them and licking around the pink tip of his already hard and leaking dick. "Soon as you take these off, yeah," he said, pulling at the jeans.
"Good answer," Dean stammered as Sam slid his mouth down over him, easing forward until the head of Dean's dick was nearly lodged in Sam's throat. Looking down at a beautiful sight of Sam, green eyes watering, the tip of his nose and his cheeks going pink as he tried to breathe made him clench all over. And then, Sam purred, an amazing little trick they'd discovered while leisurely fucking in the truckbed one night. Sam had been mortified, almost launching himself out of the trucked, but Dean caught him, wouldn't let him go until he'd managed to reassure Sam that there was nothing about Sam's beast that he didn't love as well as he loved Sam, and that purring reminded him that Sam was more than a great big beautiful guy, he was this miraculous creature as well.
Plus, that vibration on his dick was hot like motherfucking fire.
God, what a night that had been. And Sam seemed to be aiming to top it this afternoon. Dean thrashed and moaned; the air was scented with the odor of crushed grass and Sam. He was sweating, one big fist wrapped round his long, slim, elegant dick, and entirely fucking beautiful. Sam kept up a steady purring around Dean's dick, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and rolling down Dean's balls, wet and sloppy and hot.
He felt Sam buck, and grunt, smelled his release. It was the trigger he needed, muscles clenching suddenly, until like a sprung trap, he exploded. The flood of come inside Sam's mouth made it hotter and wetter and JeezKris, felt like he was coming endlessly.
Afterward, Sam licked him from ass to neck, gently nibbling everything along the way, until he reached Dean's ear, and fucked his tongue in and out until Dean shuddered and bucked his hips in time with Sam-the brat. He knew what that did to him.
Sam laughed, snagged Dean's t-shirt and cleaned them both up as best he could.
"Damn it Sam, now I'm going to have to walk back in the house half-naked."
"Well, this way you'll be half-naked, but clean of crusted come."
"Shut up!" Dean laughed and shoved Sam away, and Sam rebounded, threw his arms around Dean and pushed him to the ground.
After a bit, he whispered, soft and low, "I have a secret I want to tell you. You've always smelled so good to me, from the very first moment we met. But when my beast is out, I notice another thing about your scent." His voice dropped even lower, and his lips brushed Dean's ear. "We smell alike."
Dean looked at him, taking in the smirk, but also seeing the uneasiness, uncertainty in Sam's eyes. He could play it off, pretend like the reason they smelled alike was because they'd come all over each other...instead he said, "Yeah? Good. We're supposed to. I like that we do."
Sam looked out at the sun, and the tight little smirk eased into a dimple-bracketed smile. "Yeah. Me too."
"That's settled then. We're fine. Tell me again how we're, like, mates forever and you couldn't be happier."
"You are such a dork. But fuck me if it's not the truth."
~fin~
Phoenix1966