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Last story before 3.5
Title: OMG
Author: bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs Jared/Jensen,
Rating :R
Words10,400/3,498,500
Warnings: Wincest, Character death x2
Summary: Without his memories Sam is nothing more than a loaded gun waiting to go off.
Notes:: AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
Though it was incredibly tempting Dean had decided, after much agonizing, to not take advantage of the situation with Sam. He thought about telling him all kind of stuff that wasn't true and trying to trick him into making chicken and waffles, but to respect the seriousness of the matter he didn't do anything but be helpful. When Sam asked questions he answered them honestly and not once did he mention daily foot rubs, Jensen's husband Ronaldo Gutierrez, or Anthony's Valtrex resistant strain of herpes he caught from a public restroom in New Jersey. Dean was actually behaving himself and being the perfect brother and husband which was why he had no idea how he ended up on top of Sam fucking the ever-loving daylights out of him.
They were in bed on Tuesday and Sam had just completed his second day without his memories. Dean was talking about what they had to do on Wednesday and trying to remind Sam who Craig was while thinking about what to wear to the premiere which was just two days away. He was thinking tuxedo and before he knew it Sam's mouth was on his, his hands were pretty much everywhere, he was shimmying out of his underwear, and saying some pretty graphic things which Dean wasn't going to repeat because he was a gentleman, but he was going to make every effort to "come inside."
The sex, at first, was completely run of the mill. Sam was on his back with his knees up and Dean was on top of him kissing him, licking his armpits, and trying to be quiet. He had already done all his usual foreplay, which Sam seemed to enjoy very much. Dean had enjoyed it as well, but the actual sex was sort of a favorite. He got so into it that he made a very simple request which he immediately regretted because Sam followed through and for the next fifteen minutes Dean was in excruciating pain. He didn't even think he was going to be able to come, but he did, and then he promptly pulled out, rolled over, and covered himself up.
Sam was panting and sweating pretty heavily and luckily his eyes were closed so he couldn't see the absolutely horrified look on Dean's face. When he opened his eyes Dean tried smile but he wasn't sure it was as effective as it should have been. The old Sam would have noticed something was wrong, but Mr. Blank Slate just sighed contently and smiled back. He looked pretty happy so Dean was sure he had done a fantastic job, as always.
"Well." Dean said. "How was it?"
"Okay."
"Okay? You came twice while I was fucking you without even touching yourself."
"Yeah." Sam said as he rubbed his stomach and chest. "What a mess."
"Sammy, that was my a-game."
"It was great, I just…you licked my ass."
"Excuse me?"
"After the blowjob." Sam whispered. "You licked…you know."
"Seriously?" Dean asked. "Are you fucking with me?"
"I liked it, but maybe…it seems unsanitary."
"Sammy, eating your ass out is the cornerstone of our marriage. It has more to do with why we stay together than all the kids put together."
"Huh…I don't know if I want to do that to you."
"You love doing that to me! Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with your tongue in my ass!"
"Okay." Sam laughed. "You're crazy."
"I…I…I don't even know what to say…"
"You don't…well, you don't think less of me for having sex with you? Am I a slut?"
That was a tough question to answer because Sam was probably the biggest slut Dean knew, but it had nothing to do with the sex they just had. Dean figured that people like them were meant to be together and eventually they'd just get together regardless of any obstacles, like memory loss, that happened to be in their way. Sam actually looked a little ashamed of himself, but he smiled when Dean shook his head to let him know it was all cool, or at least mostly cool.
"I'm going to go get some water."
"I'll get it for you." Sam said. "You did all the work."
"No, no, stay in bed. I might get a snack too. You want anything?"
"I'm okay, I'm tired."
"Get some sleep. I'll be back in a minute."
Dean kissed Sam on the cheek and then rolled silently out of bed. Buster was still sound asleep on the other side of the room so Dean moved him back to the side of the bed before he put on his underwear and snuck out into the hall. The moment he was alone he let out a very quiet anguished sob and then looked into his underwear to inspect the damage. Everything was still there, but just barely and Dean knew that by tomorrow he was going to have a black and blue bruise on his cock
While they were making love, or having sex, or butt fucking like bandits Dean had asked Sam to give him a little squeeze. Normally it was just some slight pressure that Dean really enjoyed because it helped get the job done. It was pleasant until Sam squeezed so hard that Dean could have sworn he heard something crack. The entire base of his penis was throbbing and he had no doubt that if he had been doing something else he'd have a couple of broken fingers to deal with.
After limping down the stairs Dean turned off the alarm and slipped outside to the back porch. It was cold out and he only had on his underwear, but something was going on with Sam and he was determined to get to the bottom of it by any means necessary. That meant asking for help from the one person he never wanted any assistance from especially when it came to Sam's brand new bionic ass.
"Dean, what a pleasure. I certainly appreciate the unexpected invite."
"Cut the shit."
"Fine." Abel sighed. "What do you want?"
"Did you find out anything about Sam?"
"In regards to?"
"Whatever happened that made him lose his memory…and anything else that might have happened?"
"Like what?"
"We were just having sex and he almost butt snapped my dick off and he's been acting strange."
"Uh…what do you mean strange?"
"He was making cookies today and accidentally snapped the kitchen-aid in half. He's…significantly stronger than he was and I'm pretty sure everything else is kicked up a notch too. He knew dad was coming over before he even left his house."
"Yeah." Abel said quietly. "I'm guessing when he ganked Lucifer he got a little blood in his system."
"Excuse me?"
"Angel blood from Gabe made him super strong and he's basically one of those cars that run on corn. Lucifer was a big old mack truck that guzzled down diesel."
"Is he going to be…"
"No. The blood has nothing to do with the whole evil thing. His blood was no different from Gabe's, just stronger…a lot stronger."
Dean really appreciated not having to ask if Sam was going to be bad or evil or turn into the red headed devil. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if Sam ever got his evil on because he was a force to be reckoned with and if he was as focused on mayhem as he was on baking and cleaning then they were all fucked. Apparently that wasn't something Dean was going to have to worry about unless of course the no good lying demon was in fact lying.
Abel was impossible to read and his sense of humor made it even more difficult to discern lies from the truth. He liked to joke around a lot but Dean didn't know if his lies were jokes or just plain lies. He also didn't know what the hell the demon was up to. He was being way too helpful and it seemed very unlikely that his time spent in hell had rehabilitated him. He was obviously up to something but it didn't seem like he was playing for both teams since team evil had just lost their star quarterback.
"So if he's so strong, why isn't he wreaking psychic havoc?" Dean asked. "He can't control his physical strength, shouldn't he be blowing up cars with his mind or something?"
"He should have had a few accidents, but he doesn't remember how to use any of his power. He doesn't know what he can do and I'd suggest that you not remind him. When he's himself he can control it because he's worked so hard at it. If you start telling him he can move shit with his mind or travel through time there's no telling what he might do."
"On accident?"
"Of course." Abel said. "Dean, he's still Sam. Don't worry so much. Let me heal you."
"Okay." Dean said as he took a step back. "Cut the bullshit right now. You want to be a part of this family then you tell me what the hell you're doing."
The likelihood of sitting down and breaking bread with a demon was incredibly slim, but Dean was sick and tired of the friend of the family attitude. The last time he saw the demon, which was right before he sent his sorry ass to hell, there weren't any nice words exchanged. In fact if memory served the demon hated Dean more than anyone and now he was just a helpful fellow who even wanted to alleviate a little bit of dick pain which had settled into a throbbing numbness.
"Is it so hard to believe that I want something better for myself?"
"Yes." Dean said. "It is."
"You called and I came. If you don't want my help that's fine."
"What are you doing? What happens when all this is over and Sam gets his memory back? What do you want?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"I want Jeremy back. That body is as much mine as it is his."
"Then why don't you just take it back?"
"Because Sam snaps his fingers and I'm back in hell or worse. If I help out and play nice, maybe Sam can use his new mojo to…"
"Castrate you?"
"Not the wording I would have chosen."
Dean was as shocked as his dick was sore. He never imagined the demon would want to set up shop in Jeremy again or that he'd give up the whole sexy evil thing he had going on to do it. Sam could mostly likely slap a nice tight lock on whatever made demons demony, but there was no possible way Jeremy was willingly letting anyone but Aaron inside. The demon seemed to know that because he was being awfully helpful. Dean didn't buy that getting back his body was the only thing he had going on but it was obviously a big part of it, the main part of it even.
"Jeremy's never going to go for that."
"I bet he would with a little encouragement from his dashing big brother."
"Yeah, that's not going to happen."
"It will if I can make everything okay."
"Okay?" Dean asked. "God is pissed at us and the only person we have that can take him out is on vacation."
"Ah, not true. I've done some digging."
"Stay here." Dean sighed. "I'm freezing what's left of my dick off."
"Can I come inside?"
"Uh, no."
"I'm hungry."
"Demons don't eat."
"But it smells so good."
Dean had to give him that because it did smell pretty much incredible and Sam had cooked dinner hours ago. He made some fried chicken, real fried chicken, and the entire house still smelled like the inside of a Popeye's, which was what Dean expected heaven to smell like. After another cold gust of wind blew over Dean's bare skin he stepped aside and for the first time and probably the last, welcomed a demon into the house.
In the laundry room there were some clothes that needed to be put away so Dean made the demon tag along while he slipped into a sweatshirt, a pair of baggy pajama pants, and some nice thick socks. He sure as hell wasn't going to let him wander around while he went upstairs to get his robe so getting dressed was going to have to do. The demon stuck close just like he said he would and because he behaved himself Dean consented to a little demon healing mojo, which wasn't nearly as nice as angel mojo or wondertwin mojo.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Okay." Dean sighed. "Fried chicken and mashed potatoes in exchange for information?"
"Are there biscuits?"
"Yeah, I think there were some left. What'd you find out?"
"Spear kills Jesus, his blood kills Lucifer whose blood will…wait for it…"
"Kill God?"
"Ninety-eight percent sure."
"Good kills bad kills good?"
"More like son kills brother kills father."
Dean had his head stuck in the refrigerator trying to hide the biscuits so he could eat them all himself, but the son killing the brother who killed the father thing really hit a little too close to home mostly because he loved all the kids, all his human type brothers, and John so much. When he looked back at the demon he didn't seem pleased to be divulging the information so Dean decided not to read into it too much. He just pulled out the leftovers and two biscuits, leaving two more behind.
"Ultimate keeping it in the family?"
"Pretty much." Abel said. "All we need to do is get within striking distance."
"Which is basically impossible."
"Well, it was before Sam drank the Kool-Aid. He's strong enough. Gabe might be as well if he ever comes back."
"You don't…I don't know why I'm even asking you this, but you don't think Sam got Lucifer's blood in his system on purpose, do you?"
"Dean."
"It's stupid, right?" Dean asked. "Yeah, stupid question."
"Not stupid, you're concerned. That's fair."
Dean felt awful for even thinking it, but there wasn't much Sam wouldn't do in order to keep his family safe. Deliberately guzzling down the devil's nectar did seem more than a little far fetched, but Sam had come home doused in blood so it was very possible some got into his system. If it was anything like Gabe's blood a drop would have gotten the job done, but if he got any significant amount then Sam was bigger, stronger, and still just as well dressed. Dean then made himself feel even worse because he needed someone to confide in and unfortunately Abel was looking like the best choice.
"Can I tell you something?"
"I suppose."
"Sam, well, Sam before yesterday wanted no part in killing God."
"I recall."
"Now he doesn't remember that. He's like a loaded gun and…"
"All you have to do is point him in the right direction."
"Is it awful?"
"You're asking me?" Abel asked. "I raped three people on the way over here."
"I don't think that's funny."
"You knew I was joking? That's sweet!"
Suddenly Dean felt a huge headache coming on. Apparently Abel thought there was nothing wrong with lying to Sam, but then he really was the wrong person to ask. Dean would have asked John or James, but they'd inevitably do what was right and tell Sam how he felt on the whole God killing issue. They didn't even really have to kill him, Dean just wanted him out of the picture permanently. If they could do that without killing him he'd be totally on board, but it seemed very unlikely that there was a leash strong enough to slap on the creator of the known universe. In theory Vara could do it, but she had been awfully non-vocal on the God issue and like Gabe she was still missing in action.
"Have you hurt anyone?"
"I said I wouldn't."
"You're a demon. Not exactly trustworthy."
"I haven't hurt anyone. I don't plan on it either."
"Then what do you do?" Dean asked. "Where are you staying?"
"Abandoned warehouse downtown. What do you think I do?"
"Hurt people."
"Besides that."
"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Lurking in corners, eating babies, being…demony."
When he thought of demons Dean had some very specific ideas in his head that he wasn't going to say out loud because he didn't want to be a source of inspiration. That would be like telling an alcoholic how to make Sam's special jet fuel egg nog. He thought that demons, like Abel, might go around feeding their blood to infants, killing mothers, breaking seals, or making out with each other. The making out thing was just Dean's personal little naughty thrill because glitter coated vampires did nothing for him.
"Well, I guess I do spend time being demony on account of me being a demon."
"But?"
"But today I got coffee, I checked in on you guys, I bought a book, and called the police about a dangerous gang of anti-Semitic radicals."
"What?"
"My meat suit has a bunch of crazy friends with a lot of illegal weapons, just thought they'd be better unarmed."
"It's going to take a lot more than that."
"I assumed as much."
"And you're never going to get Jeremy back. You need to…you need to let go of that idea because it'll never happen."
"But…"
"Never." Dean said. "Won't happen."
The demon was a very strange creature indeed. It wasn't that long ago that he was either trying to kill or fuck just about everybody in the family, sometimes in that order. Now he was all nice and helpful and whether or not it was an act, Dean was feeling something for him. They weren't going to be friends and he was never going to be a part of the family, but when he realized he wasn't going to get Jeremy back Dean could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes and he felt for him. It was completely fucked up, but Dean still felt for him.
"I think I deserve it."
"Why?"
"Because of everything I've been through."
"Really?" Dean laughed. "What exactly have you been through?"
Dean couldn't really help himself and he chuckled again before Abel had a chance to answer the question. It certainly seemed to Dean like everyone else deserved just about whatever the hell they wanted when it came to the demon and he didn't deserve even a pot to piss in. Even if Dean forgave everything with Sam and Michael, the little fact still remained that Mr. Demony pants had hurt, tortured, and killed hundreds of people. Unless Dean was missing something he deserved absolutely nothing.
"You think that's funny?"
"A little. It's a little funny."
"Maybe." Abel said as he stood. "Want to hear something else funny?"
"Sure."
"You're my brother. Like it or not you're my brother and you sent me to rot in hell when there was no one there. You sent me into a pit of nothingness. There was no sound, no light, just nothing."
"You were…"
"Have you ever been really alone, Dean? Have you ever know what it was like to be surrounded by, mired in, nothing for years and years thinking it would never end?"
"No." Dean said quietly. "I don't suppose I have."
"It's not so fucking funny anymore, is it?"
Before Dean could answer, the demon had left the building. He didn't finish his food and he left Dean with a very bad taste in his mouth. It was like bile building up and waiting to escape because he had never heard anyone or anything sound quite so sad or alone. Dean had never really seen such darkness and though he had never felt even the tiniest little twinge of regret for what he had done, when the demon was gone and he was alone in the kitchen it swept over him in such consuming waves that he couldn't even stomach the thought of eating left over fried chicken.
Even though Sam had no proper memories he did have an awful lot of feelings. He felt like he belonged with Dean, he felt like he was a natural born caregiver, he felt positively decadently wealthy, and he felt like it was his job, along with three helpers, to fill the bird feeders on a daily basis. It was just one of those things that popped into his head after breakfast, he saw that the feeders were empty and he knew that he was in charge of filling them up. Once the kids were dressed Ollie, the fat one, told Sam as much and then he helped Mary and Milo put on their shoes so they could do outside chores.
Before they got to the feeding the birds Ollie got a big scoop of food from the garage and fed it to his pig who was called Oinkers. He was a cute little thing and licked Ollie's face several times before he ate his food and a few leftovers from breakfast. The goat got fed next which Ollie was doing for Ethan who had already left for school. The goat seemed a little cranky, but he still gladly ate his food and accepted a nice pat on the head from Mary and Milo, who both called him Tunah.
The bird seed was in the garage and it was in gigantic fifty pound bags that were piled up against one wall. There had to be at least twenty of them and Sam was almost positive they were spending way too much money on feeding the birds. For a second Sam just stood and stared because Ollie had been handling everything else, but then it became clear that a three year old couldn't pick up a fifty pound bag of seed. He did however dip a giant measuring cup into the bag and filled up smaller cups for Mary and Milo which made them both very happy. That left Sam with the bag and his own measuring cup which he could easily handle.
"Ollie?"
"Yes, daddy?"
"Why don't you go to school?"
"A do go!" Ollie said quickly. "You know a go to big boy school!"
"When?"
"All the time! A usually go to big big boy school with Mr. Watkins on Monday and at the end of a week, then to big boy school wit Elmah, Mary, and Milo on a T-days."
"Huh…"
"And on today a stay home because Mikey is at music school and Ethan and Evan do a dancing school wit Cwaig."
"And help mommy." Milo added. "He help mommy."
"Yeah, a help mommy with Bustah."
"Oooh!" Mary squealed. "We love Bustah, daddy!"
"You do?"
"Right." Mary said as she elbowed Milo. "Right!"
"Sheesh! Yes, hot like mommy."
"Pick me up, daddy." Ollie said as he held up his arms. "Come on."
"Oh, right."
While Sam picked up the kids numerous times so they could fill the feeders he listened to them talk very closely. Ollie was obviously the leader of the little group, but that had more to do with being the oldest and not because he had the dominate personality. That honor went to Milo who was as individual as a child could get. He was also bossy, opinionated, short tempered, and so clearly daddy's favorite. Sam thought he was pretty damned awesome, in fact all the kids were awesome, even Mary who was very quiet and reserved. Sam was having trouble getting to know her, but it was obviously she loved him quite a bit, a feeling that was mutual.
"So." Sam said very casually. "Am I the best daddy ever?"
"Yes!" Milo laughed. "The best!"
"Oh!" Sam beamed. "Good to know!"
"You pretty good, but have a seen daddy's butt lately?"
"Actually I saw it last night."
"Woohoo!" Ollie hollered. "He's like shake it fast but a watch a self, he shake it fast and show you what he workin' wit."
"Shake it fast!" Mary said as she jumped up and down. "Like a polar bear picture!"
"Watch me shake." Milo said before turning around. "Woahhhh!"
Milo shook his little ass for all it was worth and then Ollie and Mary joined in. Milo had a chunky little butt despite his very slim frame and Mary's was hidden by her pink dress, but the best butt award, which Sam had to judge, clearly went to Ollie. He had a butt just like Dean which actually looked like two globes fighting with each other when he shook it. When Sam decreed him the winner of the impromptu showdown he did a strut around the garden, stopped to pose, and then smiled as big as he could.
"Well!"
"Very nice!" Sam laughed. "Good…working the runway."
"Then a think Your Beans can win a pageant?"
"A what?"
"A pageant, daddy! Can a do it?"
"Uh…absolutely!"
"Wha! Ya change a mind!"
"Apparently?"
"A gotta go tell daddy!"
"Well, okay, you do that and…"
"Daddy." Milo said as he shook his head. "Better to let go."
"Yeah, Owly like a big star."
"Huh."
Sam spent exactly two minutes with the babies before Ollie was running back out of the house with Dean and Buster in tow. As soon as Sam saw Dean he pushed back his hair, dusted off his shirt, and made sure he was standing up straight. Obviously primping was a little ridiculous after being in a nearly ten year relationship, but Sam still felt like it was necessary especially after they slept with each other. Sam still didn't really know how that happened, but he was absolutely ready for it to happen again. In fact seeing Dean in his little sweater and tight jeans made Sam reconsider the whole ass licking thing.
Apparently the pageant was a pretty big deal, which for some reason Sam had been against. He had been so against it that Dean wanted actual confirmation that it was okay before he let Ollie get really excited which had already happened. Sam couldn't think of a single reason why Ollie shouldn't get to do something he enjoyed so when Dean asked if he was sure he just shrugged and nodded. Seeing how happy it made Ollie made Sam feel like the worst dad in the world since it was obvious he was keeping him from doing something he really wanted to do. It also made Sam miss his memories more than ever because he should have known how to feed the birds with the kids or what the hell a three year old was going to do in a pageant.
"What pageant is it?"
"The grand champion sparkle winter festival."
"Seriously?" Sam asked. "That's a real thing?"
"Yes." Dean said quietly. "You said Ollie shouldn't do it because he was too famous."
"Does that mean because I'm too famous?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'm a dick." Sam whispered. "If he wants to do it he should."
"You heard him, daddy!" Ollie yelled. "Oooh, a gotta call pawpaw and see about a western wear!"
"We'll do that, baby, as soon as…"
"I want my memories back." Sam said. "Now."
"Sammy, we're trying to…"
"We're not trying hard enough. I'm not trying hard enough. Tell me what I need to do."
"Wha's he talkin' about, daddy?" Ollie asked. "What do a mean?"
"He's being silly." Dean smiled. "Do you guys want to go visit with uncle Jeremy?"
"Tweet tweets, mommy."
"We'll finish feeding them later. Come on. Let's go see what Jeremy's up to so me and daddy can talk."
Sam hadn't meant to sound so frenzied and panicked, but he couldn't help it. The novelty of getting to know everyone was wearing thin and there were things he should have known. Sam should have known that Ollie was interested in pageants of all things or what the gibberish coming out of Mary and Milo's mouths meant. He should have know why Buster, at just a few weeks old, already showed a clear preference for his giraffe pajamas. It was incredibly frustrating and the feeling came out of nowhere. Sam had been okay with waiting, but then Ollie brought up the pageant and something set him off.
Dean very quickly ushered the kids off to the barn and then rushed back a minute after disappearing inside. He really seemed like a phenomenal man and Sam wanted to know everything about him, everything he already knew. They had done the first kiss again and slept together for the first time, and while Sam was enjoying it, he knew he was missing out on a whole lot more. Everyone just kept saying they were trying their best to get help and Sam thought it was high time he tried himself.
"Okay." Dean said. "What's wrong?"
"I didn't know he liked pageants. I didn't know you're really into ass or that Buster isn't satisfied with just one bottle. Dean, I don't know anything."
"You know you're safe here and that we're trying."
"I need to try."
"I don't think that's a great idea."
"Why not?"
"Because you have no idea what kind of power you have at your disposal. There's no telling what could go wrong."
"You don't trust me?"
"Of course I trust you."
"I just wish that…"
"No, no!" Dean said as he covered Sam's mouth. "Don't wish anything or think about wishing anything, just trust me."
Sam absolutely trusted Dean, but he still wished he could find someone or some thing that could help him out. He also wished he was the kind of guy who listened to other people's advice more carefully. As soon as the thought crossed his mind Sam was somewhere else and Dean's hand wasn't on his mouth anymore. Dean was somewhere else entirely and Sam was in a place he thought he might never be able to fully describe given all the time in the world, or in all the other worlds as was obviously the current case.
The strange place Sam found himself in had a dark purple sky overhead that was shaded in colors of pink and an almost electric green haze that hung like clouds. The ground under his feet was the deepest spruce blue that nearly looked black. There was some kind of vegetation growing, but it wasn't grass, it was more like moss and quite spongy underfoot. It was sort of like walking around on a really soft mattress which made Sam extra cautious when he took his first few shaky and sinking steps.
There were no buildings in the strange place, but there were enormous structures that looked like gourds supported on dozens of little legs that disappeared into the ground. Sam had never seen anything like it before but the gourds were covered in a flaky silver-gray material that looked a lot like bark. Sam even picked a piece off and then stuck it in his pocket to show Mikey who seemed like he might enjoy something scientific.
"What the hell…" Sam whispered. "I should always listen to Dean. Dean! Are you out there!"
When Sam didn't get an answer he briefly thought about thinking really hard that Dean was with him, but that didn't seem like the best idea. Sam was quite obviously lost in a very foreign place and while two heads were better than one he didn't want to drag Dean into his mess just yet. Not only did Sam not want to put him in danger but he wanted some time to explore on his own. He refused to believe he had invented a place out of thin air, he was somewhere real and someone was there to help him, he just had to search around a little bit, which was easier said than done.
Because there were no landmarks and everything looked basically the same, Sam very quickly got lost. One tree looked like another he had just passed and there was no sun in the sky to follow so Sam just wandered and completely lost track of time in the process. Where he had ended up was really quite beautiful but Sam was tired of sightseeing especially when everything looked so similar.
After ten or maybe fifteen minutes Sam got his first break because he spotted a small animal scurrying away from one of the strange gourd trees. It was fast, but Sam broke out in a sprint and followed what he was sure had to be a rabbit. It wove in and out of the trees and eventually ran all the way to the edge of a crystal clear lake that almost seemed to glow. Sam had the rabbit cornered, at least until it jumped into the air and began to glide over the surface of the lake. Obviously the rabbit wasn't a rabbit, and unfortunately it's escape had also been it's end since something huge and predatory jumped out of the lake and swallowed it whole before sinking back down to the glowing depths.
"Sam?"
"Oh!" Sam yelled as he turned around. "Who said that! Show yourself!"
"I'm standing right here. You're not yourself."
"No, I'm not. Who are you?"
"Vara." The woman smiled. "A friend and ally."
"I need my memories back."
"What happened to them?"
"I apparently killed the devil." Sam said matter-of-factly. "He stole them."
"How awful."
"Yeah, it sucks."
When Vara offered her slim delicate hand Sam accepted it without hesitation. The second their skin made contact all the good and bad memories came flooding back. Sam remembered his first day of school, the first and last time he slept with Dean, and every little thing about his absolutely fantastic children. He got it all back as easily as it had been taken and while Sam was incredibly relieved he was a little worried as well. Dean had filled in as many missing pieces as he could over the past two days while neglecting to mention that they were brothers. That never came up once and Sam found it very strange.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure."
"Where the hell is Gabe?" Sam asked. "And where are we? We've been trying to get in touch with you two since you left."
"Gabriel is currently unavailable. We're in a different place."
"Yeah." Sam said as he looked around. "Is this a different planet? I really can't be a space traveler too."
"That's hard to say actually. I suppose it is the same planet."
"Last time I checked we didn't have flying rabbits and crazy gourd trees on stilts."
"Same planet, different place. Evolution happened a little differently here, quite frankly I prefer it."
Having Vara around had put Sam at ease, but he still didn't feel quite right even with all of his memories intact. Still, Vara had a point because wherever they were really was sort of beautiful and incredibly peaceful even after the whole sea dragon thing Sam had just witnessed. Since he had sort of let his guard down Sam began to notice lots of other critters, none of them familiar nor threatening. They were just kind of wandering around their own little habitat paying no mind to Sam or Vara.
"Are there people?"
"Not yet. It's still very new. I've been spending a lot of time here."
"And ignoring us."
"No, Sam. If I had heard anything I would have come. Tell me what happened."
Since Sam had his memory back he laid it all out for the first time. He told Vara about waking up in jolly old England and then about his trip back to the crucifixion, which he felt like he would have been better off not remembering. Without leaving out a single detail Sam told her how he had the spear, said yes to get Lucifer to drop his guard, and then he killed his bitch ass. Vara was following along with everything he said until he described killing Lucifer. Her stoic and calm demeanor faltered and Sam didn't think that was a good sign.
"You're sure it was the same weapon?"
"Yes."
"And you're sure he's dead?"
"Absolutely." Sam nodded. "We can cross him off the list."
"Hardly. He's more of a threat now that he's dead."
"How do you figure?"
"How would you react if someone killed one of your children?"
"It's been two days. I think if God was going to retaliate…"
"Even gods grieve, Sam. You should get back."
"We need your help." Sam said. "We need something."
"Go, Sam."
Sam tried to say something else to convince Vara to come along, but she touched him on the forehead and in the same breath he was back in the backyard, but he wasn't next to Dean anymore. Dean was actually about fifteen feet away with a completely lost look on his face, which Sam thought was kind of adorable. He was so fucking cute and he was obviously going to become a whole lot cuter since he'd undoubtedly start fussing about the disappearing act. Sam was going to have to apologize, break the good news that he had his memory back, and then figure out what their next move was.
"Sammy." Dean said quietly. "Walk towards me."
"I'm sorry, I just thought about…"
"Dad…"
Sam slowly turned away from Dean towards Michael's terrified voice. It had been years since Sam had heard him sound so quiet and scared and just as long since he had any reason to be that scared. Michael, who was supposed to be at school was about twenty feet on the other side of Sam and he had some company with him. A woman, who was probably in her forties and incredibly dowdy had her right hand on the back of his neck. Sam could see the indentions her fingers were making and it was obvious she wasn't just some woman holding his son hostage.
"You attempt anything and I twist." The woman said. "Don't try me, Sam Winchester."
"I won't." Sam said as he backed away. "Let him go, this is between us."
"Let him go? You killed two of my children, you turned another against me. Why should I let him go?"
"I didn't kill Gideon."
"You might as well have. Michael, I'll let you go if you pick someone else to take your place."
"Wha…What?" Michael asked. "What do you mean?"
"You have so many siblings to chose from. Pick one of them to die and I'll let you…"
"You better kill me now you sick fuck!"
"Michael!" Dean yelled. "Don't piss him off!"
"Fuck you!"
Michael was struggling with all his might, but God was just too strong even in yet another temporary vessel. The woman looked very devout and Sam was sure that under ordinary circumstances she was just lovely, but with God's fury inside of her she looked absolutely insane. When Michael twisted one way she yanked him the other way and it wasn't going to take much to break his neck. If Sam tried anything, there was a very good chance Michael was going to get caught in the crossfire, which was a risk not worth taking.
"Last chance." God whispered. "Who's it going to be."
"Me."
"Take me instead." Dean said. "Let him go."
"No." Sam said. "Let him go and take me. You want me."
"It's tempting, but I'd really rather leave you two alive."
"Take us both then." Dean offered. "Leave Michael and the rest of the kids alone and take us both."
"You'd both die?"
"In a heartbeat." Sam said. "Let him go."
"That's a fair trade."
"Michael!" Sam yelled. "Run!"
As soon as Michael was free he froze for a second to look at his fathers before he took off running as fast as he could. He had spent so much time running from monsters and Sam was impressed with just how fast he was. He probably should have headed for the barn where Jeremy was but instead he passed it up and went towards the woods behind the house. Before he disappeared into them he looked back over his shoulder with tears in his eyes just as God was approaching to seek revenge.
Dean woke up with dirt in his mouth, which was as unpleasant as it sounded. He was face down and spitting out bits of rock, sand, and grit, but he was alive which was better than what he expected. Sam was nearby because Dean could smell his cologne but he wasn't sure if he was alive or not. He was afraid to look over, but then he got pulled to his feet by Sam who had apparently also been face down in the dirt judging by the amount of dust on his face.
Just when Dean was about to ask if Sam was okay he made the mistake of taking in his surroundings which made him completely lose his train of thought. Wherever they were was absolutely beautiful and Dean was actually shocked into silence for one of the first times in his life. All around them beautiful towering trees were covered with exotic looking flowers, low bushes were heavy with bountiful fruit, and the night sky overhead was crystal clear with what had to be millions of stars. It was absolutely awe inspiring and Dean needed a minute to take it all in.
"Well, at least we're still on Earth…I think."
"What?"
"Vara is chilling out on Jupiter or something."
"Oh." Dean whispered. "Got your memory back?"
"Yeah. We'll talk about the fancy baby sparkle winter festival later."
"And the rimming?"
"Phenomenal." Sam grinned. "He's out there somewhere."
"Sam, you have to kill him."
"Without a weapon?"
"Blow his fucking ass up with your brain. He tried to kill Michael!"
"I realize that, Dean."
"Well, tell me you're going to kill him."
"Where do you think we are?"
"Africa."
"How do you figure?"
"Because there's a baby elephant about ten feet behind you."
Dean was pissed off that Sam had completely avoided the killing question. It shouldn't have even been anything he had to ask since God had threatened Michael and they were sort of in a kill or be killed situation. Ideally Dean wanted to slap some sense into Sam, but the elephant, regardless of how cute it was, had sort of distracted him. When Sam turned to check it out the animal moved a little closer and sort of lovingly stroked him with his trunk. Dean got a slow stroke next and then he or she just went on it's merry way.
"Africa." Sam whispered. "Makes sense. I always figured there'd be a lot more hardship and oppression."
"Sam."
"I'll do it. Okay? I'll kill him if I can."
"It's the right thing to do."
"No, it isn't." Sam smiled. "The right thing to do is never getting involved in any of this to begin with. The right thing is being normal and not having to worry about some omnipotent higher power killing the people I love."
"I know, but…"
"I'm done, Dean. I am so tired. I'm just…done."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm tired of fighting this, fighting everything. We fought bad guys, then the good guys who turned into bad guys. I just…I want it to be over."
"Are you giving up, Sammy?"
Sam didn't answer. He didn't shrug or sigh or even shake his head one way or another and Dean didn't blame him because he was tired too. Given the choice Dean would gladly sit back, raise his kids, and wait for the grandbabies to roll in without any outside interference. It seemed like that was never going to happen for them and it made Dean wonder if him and Sam would still be fighting for their lives in ten or twenty or even thirty years from now. It also made him wonder about what would happened after they were gone. Dean didn't want any of the kids to wake up in Africa with dirt in their mouths and an insane God hunting them down like animals.
"It's pretty here."
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I wonder where it is exactly."
"Gabon."
"This can't be good." Dean said as he turned around. "Isn't it funny how you show up when it's most convenient for you?"
"You think a lot of things are funny, Dean." Abel smiled. "Sam, good to have you back."
"You're uninvited to Thanksgiving."
Demons were never a good sign, but Dean was strangely comforted by Abel's presence. They were gearing up for a pretty big fight and he was willing to take all the help they could get demon or otherwise. Ideally he really would have preferred Gabe and Vara, but Abel would do in a pinch and as always he seemed to know a little bit more than them. Even if the information he had was just about where they were Dean was going to take it since it might prove vital to their survival.
"That's rude."
"Where are we?"
"Gabon. It's in West central Africa." Abel said again. "Actually we're in a national park."
"Why here?" Dean asked. "Why bring us to Africa to kill us?"
"Look around."
"It's beautiful." Sam said. "Eden at the end of the world."
"There you go. Also, according to some crazy Christian mythology, this was where God struck down a ferocious and massive monster."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, book of Job, it's probably not true."
"Probably?" Dean asked. "If there's going to be a giant monster up ahead could you give us something more than probably?"
"I guess back in the day to demonstrate the futility of questioning God he created two mythical beasts that could destroy the world, but he was so powerful he could keep them as pets while humans would never be able to."
"How massive?" Sam asked. "What are we talking about here?"
"Uh…like whatever birthed Cloverfield?"
"But it's dead?"
"Allegedly…but he might come back during the end times."
"Like now?" Dean asked. "Like when we're trying to kill God?"
"Hey, I'm here to help, dick."
"Will you two stop arguing?" Sam whispered. "We're not being very stealthy."
"If we all live I get to come to Thanksgiving dinner." Abel said. "I like yamallow."
"Shut up!"
"I can get the swastika tattoo removed if you're worried about what the kids might think."
Over the years Dean had perfected the very delicate art of pushing Sam almost too far. He'd bother him, tease him, and be a general pain in the ass until Sam had just about too much. Abel, despite his encyclopedic knowledge of Sam, had to learn the hard way. Sam was already pissed off and yammering had pissed him off even more. Without even looking back at Abel he extended his hand and sent him flying thirty feet away into a very large tree. Dean actually heard the tree crack before Abel fell to the ground in a sad broken heap. Although he was tempted to help Dean kept on following Sam who hadn't even broken his stride.
Abel caught up about ten minutes later with a grumpy look on his face and not a peep coming out of his mouth. Sam still paid absolutely no attention to him which seemed to hurt Abel more than it was pissing him off. Dean was never going to feel sorry for the guy but he did feel something. Abel wanted, so it seemed, so desperately to belong and it just wasn't going to happen. He had done too much bad to ever do good and all he was going to get for Thanksgiving dinner was probably a foil wrapped plate of leftovers if he was lucky.
"There's a clearing." Sam said as they exited the jungle. "Dean, you're the weakest link."
"I know." Dean frowned. "I'll go hide under that log until the big boys finish having fun."
"Abel?"
"Yes?"
"You protect Dean. If anything happens to me you get him out of here in one piece."
"Understood."
"If you don't double cross us you can ride in the limo to the premiere, come to the book signing, and the Halloween auction."
"Are…are you serious?"
"If anything happens to him…"
"I know." Abel said. "You'll rape me to death with a chainsaw."
"Not your worst idea. Just be safe, both of you and…"
Sam never got a chance to finish his thought because the Earth started to shake and all three of them got knocked flat on their asses. Dean absolutely realized and accepted that he wasn't going to be much of an asset against God or a gigantic monster so he crawled back to the edge of the jungle and did his best to cower behind a rather large boulder which provided adequate cover. Abel followed and crouched down beside him so they could both watch the action and intervene if necessary. Sam was just standing up when they were in position, but unfortunately someone else was getting back on his feet again as well.
"Fuck me." Sam muttered. "Abel, plan B."
"What the hell is plan B!"
"Dean fends for himself."
"Great." Dean sighed. "Good thing I wore my belt today."
Dean immediately took off his belt and tried his best to figure out how to use it as a weapon. The buckle was kind of heavy so he figured he could swing it and maybe do a teensy tiny bit of damage, but quite frankly it would be like smacking the Chrysler building with a fly swatter and hoping to knock it down. Without any real mojo at his disposal Dean was pretty much a sitting duck, but then Sam who had all the mojo in the world was probably a sitting duck as well.
It was hard for Dean to completely grasp what was going on in the clearing, but he got a sense of scale and that was enough to totally terrify him. The ground was churning and a tremendous amount of dust and dirt was being kicked into the air. It almost looked like the earth was giving birth to a tornado, one that Sam was going to have to take down without getting killed in the process which seemed an impossible proposition. The dust and dirt spread out in a mile wide circle, maybe even bigger, and in the center of it Dean saw the faintest glimpse of bone, blood, and massive horns atop a head the size of a high school football stadium.
What rose up after the head was a monster worse than anything Dean could have imagined in his worst nightmares. It was all shiny bone with dark scarred flesh. It's eyes were dark and sunken into it's skull. The creature's mouth was massive and filled with sharp pointed teeth and flat ones for gnashing. It had arms as big and buildings, twenty foot claws and it stood so high that Dean could barely make out it's head once it was completely out of the ground. When it roared or cried, Dean couldn't tell the difference, the Earth shook yet again and the trees bent to the beast's will.
"Kill it!" Abel yelled. "Kill it with fire!"
"I'm trying!"
"Try harder!"
Sam was obviously trying because he looked incredibly focused, but he wasn't doing much of anything. Dean saw a few little bursts of flames along the creature's torso but they went out as soon as they started and didn't do any damage. Abel seemed to be trying something as well, but Dean couldn't see any of what it might have been. Together Sam and Abel were pretty much unstoppable, but with the monster, the behemoth, they had met their match. Dean really always thought a demon was going to do them in, but in the end it was going to be a monster, something he came to terms with relatively quickly.
In the back of his mind Dean knew that if anyone died it would only be a matter of time before Vara or Gabe brought them back. That was just the cool prize they got for having such powerful friends, but for a moment, Dean considered what would happen if they died and stayed dead, like normal people, like the people him and Sam both desperately wanted to be. It wasn't his happiest thought, but it wasn't the worst one he had ever had.
If they never made it back home and never got brought back Dean figured John and Carol would move into the big house to take care of the kids. Amy and Auden would most likely move back to the city so they could help out and Dean saw Jenny taking a more active role in raising Mikey. The kids would never really be the same and Buster would never really know who his parents were. John would be forever changed and Larry would make millions upon millions publishing the unfinished works of Sam Winchester. Above all else Dean had a feeling that everyone would be okay, they'd be loved and taken care of and that was really all he ever wanted for his friends and his family.
"You're stronger than this!" Abel was screaming. "Kill it, Sam!"
"I'm trying!"
"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he ran over. "Don't be afraid! There's nothing bad in you!"
"I got his blood in my mouth, Dean. If I…"
"There's nothing but good." Dean smiled. "Everyone decides for themselves whether they're going to be good or evil. You're not trying as hard as you could."
"I'm scared to."
"You'll be okay." Abel said. "You can do it."
"If I get all evil you have to kill me."
"I promise." Dean laughed. "Let loose, Sammy."
Dean could feel the hesitation. Sam was trying as hard as he could, but he was trying with all that power he got from Gabe. If he was going to slay some massive beast, he was going to have to dig a little deeper and harness what he got from heaven's most infamous angel. Dean really did believe that there was good and bad in everyone and that Sam's inherent goodness would always win out in the end. Whether or not that was going to be enough to stop the monster and take down God remained to be seen, but Dean could see when Sam let loose and decided to give it everything he got.
At first it was just a feeling in the air, but then Sam's eyes got much clearer and greener and before Dean knew it he was off and running. Most people would have run away from a gigantic biblical monster, but Sam ran towards it. He was just a blur until he got to the creature's foot and began to scale him. Because Sam was so small in comparison the monster didn't even see or feel him. Sam was moving so incredibly quickly that Dean could barely track him, but he kept his eyes on him and watched very closely. Sam kept on climbing higher and higher until he made it to the beast's shoulders and disappeared behind his neck.
"Maybe he'll blind him." Abel said. "That would buy us some time."
"I'm thinking he'll still be a pretty big threat even if he's blind."
"Well, Sam's planning something and…"
From the air there was a huge explosion that knocked Dean backwards ten feet into a tree. For a moment he was worried about passing out from the way his head hit the trunk, but he held on to consciousness just in time to feel rain falling on his face. It was warm and when Dean wiped off his brow he felt how sticky and slippery it was. When he looked down at his hand he saw blood covering it, sick, warm, and sticky monster blood. The creature was still standing, but it's head was completely gone and Sam was falling to the ground with startling speed.
Dean was sure the fall would kill him, but he landed on his feet and then took off running even faster. Abel had just stood up when Sam grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him forward. He got to Dean next and did the same, pulling them both to the other side of the clearing behind the monster. It happened so quickly that Dean had no idea what the hell was going on or why Sam had moved them until the beast slumped and fell forward crushing everything beneath it's massive body. By the time it was flat on the ground it was still raining blood and Sam was panting loudly and trying to catch his breath, but he was okay, and so not evil.
"This shirt is ruined."
"You did it, Sammy!"
"Yeah." Sam panted. "I exploded his head."
"Just because you do that every night for me doesn't mean it's any less of an accomplishment."
"Good job, Sam." Abel said. "Way to…be really gross."
"You're welcome."
"Yes, good job, Sam. I hate to interrupt the family bonding, but we have unfinished business to attend to. You couldn't have gone out without a fight, could you?"
Dean looked away from Sam at the woman who had threatened to kill Michael just about an hour ago. It was hard to believe that less than a year ago Dean thought that God coming into their lives was the best possible thing that could have happened to them. He thought it'd be all rainbows and sunshine, but God ended up being worse than anyone else. He had lost his way and left them with no other option. Someone was going to have to take him out and unfortunately Sam was pretty much wiped. Dean was sure he could last a couple of rounds, but in his current state he was no match for God.
"Why are you doing this?" Dean asked. "Can't you just stop?"
"I am not merciful. Sam started this fight, I intend on finishing it."
"Dean has nothing to do with this."
"You're right." God smiled. "So it stands to reason that we don't need him around anymore, do we?"
"No!"
It happened so quickly that Dean only saw a bright flash before he felt incredible pain. He heard Sam screaming and then something that sounded smart-assed from the other corner, but he couldn't really make anything out. All he could focus on was the pain. It was like his entire body had been set on fire, one that could never be put out. It was agony unlike anything he had ever felt and the sound of Sam's anguished sobs were so much worse. Dean kept expecting to feel Sam's hands on him, but he just felt the pain and then a weight being lifted off of him while ash filled his mouth.
When Dean exhaled slowly, his life flashed before his eyes in reverse. God had summoned up a handful of bright light in his hand and hurled it towards Dean in an attempt to kill him. It obviously would have it the ball of light had made contact. At the last second, right before Dean would have died a horribly agonizing death, Abel jumped in front of him blocking the attack and sacrificing himself to save his brother. Dean saw it all play out in his mind and then he opened his eyes for confirmation.
Sam was down on his knees next to Abel who was fading fast. His entire chest had been blown open causing a large ragged hole. When he landed against Dean part of his body was still burning which accounted for the pain, that had settled into a throbbing numbness. The front of Dean's shirt was burnt off and some of his skin was bright red and blistered, but he was alive, he was perfectly fine all because of the demon who just wanted to make things right. In the end he had because he was dying so Dean could live, would live.
"Find another body." Sam whispered. "Hurry, just find someone else."
"I wish it was that easy, Sam."
"You're a demon, just…find someone else."
"He's God." Abel laughed weakly. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"You saved me." Dean said as he shook his head. "What are you sorry for?"
"Everything. Tell them I'm…Michael. Tell him. Tell him I meant it."
"Just hold on, you'll be okay."
"Sam, do you…do you make…for…Thanksgiving?"
"Do I make what…Abel?"
Dean had felt nothing when he sent Abel to hell, but when he died he felt grief and anger and sorrow. He wanted him back even if he was a demon because he was so noble in the end and they were kind of being dicks about excluding him from Thanksgiving, when maybe it was all he really wanted. Maybe he wasn't scheming, maybe he really was trying to be the best he could be and maybe he really wanted to change. That was how Dean wanted to remember him, that was how he was going to remember him and one day he was going to tell the kids about their very brave uncle who had saved his life whether Jeremy liked it or not.
"He's gone." Sam said as he closed Abel's eyes. "He's dead."
"You killed him." Dean said as he stood up. "You killed him!"
"Oh, now you two care?" God asked. "Sympathy for the devil this late in the game? Really?"
"You're going to die."
"You're not strong enough to kill me, Sam. You never were, you never will be. No one will ever be stronger than me."
"That's not true." Dean said. "I know someone who is."
"Who?"
"Sam's boyfriend."
"Too bad he isn't around when you need him."
"Hi, Gabe."
"Hello, lover." Gabe said. "Miss me?"
The last thing Dean saw on God's face was the look of perfect shock, worthy of Webster's. Dean wasn't exactly sure where the hell Gabe came from, but he snuck in at the last moment and the second God turned around he got a spear to the gut. Dean saw it come cleanly out his back before Gabe roughly yanked upwards and split him in half. He fell backwards and landed fittingly close to what remained of Abel. Dean swallowed hard and then looked up at Gabe just as lightening cracked in the background. He had a brand new massive wingspan that stretched out as far as the eye could see and delighted, almost maniacal smirk on his handsome face.
Last story before 3.5
Title: OMG
Author: bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs Jared/Jensen,
Rating :R
Words10,400/3,498,500
Warnings: Wincest, Character death x2
Summary: Without his memories Sam is nothing more than a loaded gun waiting to go off.
Notes:: AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
Though it was incredibly tempting Dean had decided, after much agonizing, to not take advantage of the situation with Sam. He thought about telling him all kind of stuff that wasn't true and trying to trick him into making chicken and waffles, but to respect the seriousness of the matter he didn't do anything but be helpful. When Sam asked questions he answered them honestly and not once did he mention daily foot rubs, Jensen's husband Ronaldo Gutierrez, or Anthony's Valtrex resistant strain of herpes he caught from a public restroom in New Jersey. Dean was actually behaving himself and being the perfect brother and husband which was why he had no idea how he ended up on top of Sam fucking the ever-loving daylights out of him.
They were in bed on Tuesday and Sam had just completed his second day without his memories. Dean was talking about what they had to do on Wednesday and trying to remind Sam who Craig was while thinking about what to wear to the premiere which was just two days away. He was thinking tuxedo and before he knew it Sam's mouth was on his, his hands were pretty much everywhere, he was shimmying out of his underwear, and saying some pretty graphic things which Dean wasn't going to repeat because he was a gentleman, but he was going to make every effort to "come inside."
The sex, at first, was completely run of the mill. Sam was on his back with his knees up and Dean was on top of him kissing him, licking his armpits, and trying to be quiet. He had already done all his usual foreplay, which Sam seemed to enjoy very much. Dean had enjoyed it as well, but the actual sex was sort of a favorite. He got so into it that he made a very simple request which he immediately regretted because Sam followed through and for the next fifteen minutes Dean was in excruciating pain. He didn't even think he was going to be able to come, but he did, and then he promptly pulled out, rolled over, and covered himself up.
Sam was panting and sweating pretty heavily and luckily his eyes were closed so he couldn't see the absolutely horrified look on Dean's face. When he opened his eyes Dean tried smile but he wasn't sure it was as effective as it should have been. The old Sam would have noticed something was wrong, but Mr. Blank Slate just sighed contently and smiled back. He looked pretty happy so Dean was sure he had done a fantastic job, as always.
"Well." Dean said. "How was it?"
"Okay."
"Okay? You came twice while I was fucking you without even touching yourself."
"Yeah." Sam said as he rubbed his stomach and chest. "What a mess."
"Sammy, that was my a-game."
"It was great, I just…you licked my ass."
"Excuse me?"
"After the blowjob." Sam whispered. "You licked…you know."
"Seriously?" Dean asked. "Are you fucking with me?"
"I liked it, but maybe…it seems unsanitary."
"Sammy, eating your ass out is the cornerstone of our marriage. It has more to do with why we stay together than all the kids put together."
"Huh…I don't know if I want to do that to you."
"You love doing that to me! Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with your tongue in my ass!"
"Okay." Sam laughed. "You're crazy."
"I…I…I don't even know what to say…"
"You don't…well, you don't think less of me for having sex with you? Am I a slut?"
That was a tough question to answer because Sam was probably the biggest slut Dean knew, but it had nothing to do with the sex they just had. Dean figured that people like them were meant to be together and eventually they'd just get together regardless of any obstacles, like memory loss, that happened to be in their way. Sam actually looked a little ashamed of himself, but he smiled when Dean shook his head to let him know it was all cool, or at least mostly cool.
"I'm going to go get some water."
"I'll get it for you." Sam said. "You did all the work."
"No, no, stay in bed. I might get a snack too. You want anything?"
"I'm okay, I'm tired."
"Get some sleep. I'll be back in a minute."
Dean kissed Sam on the cheek and then rolled silently out of bed. Buster was still sound asleep on the other side of the room so Dean moved him back to the side of the bed before he put on his underwear and snuck out into the hall. The moment he was alone he let out a very quiet anguished sob and then looked into his underwear to inspect the damage. Everything was still there, but just barely and Dean knew that by tomorrow he was going to have a black and blue bruise on his cock
While they were making love, or having sex, or butt fucking like bandits Dean had asked Sam to give him a little squeeze. Normally it was just some slight pressure that Dean really enjoyed because it helped get the job done. It was pleasant until Sam squeezed so hard that Dean could have sworn he heard something crack. The entire base of his penis was throbbing and he had no doubt that if he had been doing something else he'd have a couple of broken fingers to deal with.
After limping down the stairs Dean turned off the alarm and slipped outside to the back porch. It was cold out and he only had on his underwear, but something was going on with Sam and he was determined to get to the bottom of it by any means necessary. That meant asking for help from the one person he never wanted any assistance from especially when it came to Sam's brand new bionic ass.
"Dean, what a pleasure. I certainly appreciate the unexpected invite."
"Cut the shit."
"Fine." Abel sighed. "What do you want?"
"Did you find out anything about Sam?"
"In regards to?"
"Whatever happened that made him lose his memory…and anything else that might have happened?"
"Like what?"
"We were just having sex and he almost butt snapped my dick off and he's been acting strange."
"Uh…what do you mean strange?"
"He was making cookies today and accidentally snapped the kitchen-aid in half. He's…significantly stronger than he was and I'm pretty sure everything else is kicked up a notch too. He knew dad was coming over before he even left his house."
"Yeah." Abel said quietly. "I'm guessing when he ganked Lucifer he got a little blood in his system."
"Excuse me?"
"Angel blood from Gabe made him super strong and he's basically one of those cars that run on corn. Lucifer was a big old mack truck that guzzled down diesel."
"Is he going to be…"
"No. The blood has nothing to do with the whole evil thing. His blood was no different from Gabe's, just stronger…a lot stronger."
Dean really appreciated not having to ask if Sam was going to be bad or evil or turn into the red headed devil. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if Sam ever got his evil on because he was a force to be reckoned with and if he was as focused on mayhem as he was on baking and cleaning then they were all fucked. Apparently that wasn't something Dean was going to have to worry about unless of course the no good lying demon was in fact lying.
Abel was impossible to read and his sense of humor made it even more difficult to discern lies from the truth. He liked to joke around a lot but Dean didn't know if his lies were jokes or just plain lies. He also didn't know what the hell the demon was up to. He was being way too helpful and it seemed very unlikely that his time spent in hell had rehabilitated him. He was obviously up to something but it didn't seem like he was playing for both teams since team evil had just lost their star quarterback.
"So if he's so strong, why isn't he wreaking psychic havoc?" Dean asked. "He can't control his physical strength, shouldn't he be blowing up cars with his mind or something?"
"He should have had a few accidents, but he doesn't remember how to use any of his power. He doesn't know what he can do and I'd suggest that you not remind him. When he's himself he can control it because he's worked so hard at it. If you start telling him he can move shit with his mind or travel through time there's no telling what he might do."
"On accident?"
"Of course." Abel said. "Dean, he's still Sam. Don't worry so much. Let me heal you."
"Okay." Dean said as he took a step back. "Cut the bullshit right now. You want to be a part of this family then you tell me what the hell you're doing."
The likelihood of sitting down and breaking bread with a demon was incredibly slim, but Dean was sick and tired of the friend of the family attitude. The last time he saw the demon, which was right before he sent his sorry ass to hell, there weren't any nice words exchanged. In fact if memory served the demon hated Dean more than anyone and now he was just a helpful fellow who even wanted to alleviate a little bit of dick pain which had settled into a throbbing numbness.
"Is it so hard to believe that I want something better for myself?"
"Yes." Dean said. "It is."
"You called and I came. If you don't want my help that's fine."
"What are you doing? What happens when all this is over and Sam gets his memory back? What do you want?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"I want Jeremy back. That body is as much mine as it is his."
"Then why don't you just take it back?"
"Because Sam snaps his fingers and I'm back in hell or worse. If I help out and play nice, maybe Sam can use his new mojo to…"
"Castrate you?"
"Not the wording I would have chosen."
Dean was as shocked as his dick was sore. He never imagined the demon would want to set up shop in Jeremy again or that he'd give up the whole sexy evil thing he had going on to do it. Sam could mostly likely slap a nice tight lock on whatever made demons demony, but there was no possible way Jeremy was willingly letting anyone but Aaron inside. The demon seemed to know that because he was being awfully helpful. Dean didn't buy that getting back his body was the only thing he had going on but it was obviously a big part of it, the main part of it even.
"Jeremy's never going to go for that."
"I bet he would with a little encouragement from his dashing big brother."
"Yeah, that's not going to happen."
"It will if I can make everything okay."
"Okay?" Dean asked. "God is pissed at us and the only person we have that can take him out is on vacation."
"Ah, not true. I've done some digging."
"Stay here." Dean sighed. "I'm freezing what's left of my dick off."
"Can I come inside?"
"Uh, no."
"I'm hungry."
"Demons don't eat."
"But it smells so good."
Dean had to give him that because it did smell pretty much incredible and Sam had cooked dinner hours ago. He made some fried chicken, real fried chicken, and the entire house still smelled like the inside of a Popeye's, which was what Dean expected heaven to smell like. After another cold gust of wind blew over Dean's bare skin he stepped aside and for the first time and probably the last, welcomed a demon into the house.
In the laundry room there were some clothes that needed to be put away so Dean made the demon tag along while he slipped into a sweatshirt, a pair of baggy pajama pants, and some nice thick socks. He sure as hell wasn't going to let him wander around while he went upstairs to get his robe so getting dressed was going to have to do. The demon stuck close just like he said he would and because he behaved himself Dean consented to a little demon healing mojo, which wasn't nearly as nice as angel mojo or wondertwin mojo.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Okay." Dean sighed. "Fried chicken and mashed potatoes in exchange for information?"
"Are there biscuits?"
"Yeah, I think there were some left. What'd you find out?"
"Spear kills Jesus, his blood kills Lucifer whose blood will…wait for it…"
"Kill God?"
"Ninety-eight percent sure."
"Good kills bad kills good?"
"More like son kills brother kills father."
Dean had his head stuck in the refrigerator trying to hide the biscuits so he could eat them all himself, but the son killing the brother who killed the father thing really hit a little too close to home mostly because he loved all the kids, all his human type brothers, and John so much. When he looked back at the demon he didn't seem pleased to be divulging the information so Dean decided not to read into it too much. He just pulled out the leftovers and two biscuits, leaving two more behind.
"Ultimate keeping it in the family?"
"Pretty much." Abel said. "All we need to do is get within striking distance."
"Which is basically impossible."
"Well, it was before Sam drank the Kool-Aid. He's strong enough. Gabe might be as well if he ever comes back."
"You don't…I don't know why I'm even asking you this, but you don't think Sam got Lucifer's blood in his system on purpose, do you?"
"Dean."
"It's stupid, right?" Dean asked. "Yeah, stupid question."
"Not stupid, you're concerned. That's fair."
Dean felt awful for even thinking it, but there wasn't much Sam wouldn't do in order to keep his family safe. Deliberately guzzling down the devil's nectar did seem more than a little far fetched, but Sam had come home doused in blood so it was very possible some got into his system. If it was anything like Gabe's blood a drop would have gotten the job done, but if he got any significant amount then Sam was bigger, stronger, and still just as well dressed. Dean then made himself feel even worse because he needed someone to confide in and unfortunately Abel was looking like the best choice.
"Can I tell you something?"
"I suppose."
"Sam, well, Sam before yesterday wanted no part in killing God."
"I recall."
"Now he doesn't remember that. He's like a loaded gun and…"
"All you have to do is point him in the right direction."
"Is it awful?"
"You're asking me?" Abel asked. "I raped three people on the way over here."
"I don't think that's funny."
"You knew I was joking? That's sweet!"
Suddenly Dean felt a huge headache coming on. Apparently Abel thought there was nothing wrong with lying to Sam, but then he really was the wrong person to ask. Dean would have asked John or James, but they'd inevitably do what was right and tell Sam how he felt on the whole God killing issue. They didn't even really have to kill him, Dean just wanted him out of the picture permanently. If they could do that without killing him he'd be totally on board, but it seemed very unlikely that there was a leash strong enough to slap on the creator of the known universe. In theory Vara could do it, but she had been awfully non-vocal on the God issue and like Gabe she was still missing in action.
"Have you hurt anyone?"
"I said I wouldn't."
"You're a demon. Not exactly trustworthy."
"I haven't hurt anyone. I don't plan on it either."
"Then what do you do?" Dean asked. "Where are you staying?"
"Abandoned warehouse downtown. What do you think I do?"
"Hurt people."
"Besides that."
"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Lurking in corners, eating babies, being…demony."
When he thought of demons Dean had some very specific ideas in his head that he wasn't going to say out loud because he didn't want to be a source of inspiration. That would be like telling an alcoholic how to make Sam's special jet fuel egg nog. He thought that demons, like Abel, might go around feeding their blood to infants, killing mothers, breaking seals, or making out with each other. The making out thing was just Dean's personal little naughty thrill because glitter coated vampires did nothing for him.
"Well, I guess I do spend time being demony on account of me being a demon."
"But?"
"But today I got coffee, I checked in on you guys, I bought a book, and called the police about a dangerous gang of anti-Semitic radicals."
"What?"
"My meat suit has a bunch of crazy friends with a lot of illegal weapons, just thought they'd be better unarmed."
"It's going to take a lot more than that."
"I assumed as much."
"And you're never going to get Jeremy back. You need to…you need to let go of that idea because it'll never happen."
"But…"
"Never." Dean said. "Won't happen."
The demon was a very strange creature indeed. It wasn't that long ago that he was either trying to kill or fuck just about everybody in the family, sometimes in that order. Now he was all nice and helpful and whether or not it was an act, Dean was feeling something for him. They weren't going to be friends and he was never going to be a part of the family, but when he realized he wasn't going to get Jeremy back Dean could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes and he felt for him. It was completely fucked up, but Dean still felt for him.
"I think I deserve it."
"Why?"
"Because of everything I've been through."
"Really?" Dean laughed. "What exactly have you been through?"
Dean couldn't really help himself and he chuckled again before Abel had a chance to answer the question. It certainly seemed to Dean like everyone else deserved just about whatever the hell they wanted when it came to the demon and he didn't deserve even a pot to piss in. Even if Dean forgave everything with Sam and Michael, the little fact still remained that Mr. Demony pants had hurt, tortured, and killed hundreds of people. Unless Dean was missing something he deserved absolutely nothing.
"You think that's funny?"
"A little. It's a little funny."
"Maybe." Abel said as he stood. "Want to hear something else funny?"
"Sure."
"You're my brother. Like it or not you're my brother and you sent me to rot in hell when there was no one there. You sent me into a pit of nothingness. There was no sound, no light, just nothing."
"You were…"
"Have you ever been really alone, Dean? Have you ever know what it was like to be surrounded by, mired in, nothing for years and years thinking it would never end?"
"No." Dean said quietly. "I don't suppose I have."
"It's not so fucking funny anymore, is it?"
Before Dean could answer, the demon had left the building. He didn't finish his food and he left Dean with a very bad taste in his mouth. It was like bile building up and waiting to escape because he had never heard anyone or anything sound quite so sad or alone. Dean had never really seen such darkness and though he had never felt even the tiniest little twinge of regret for what he had done, when the demon was gone and he was alone in the kitchen it swept over him in such consuming waves that he couldn't even stomach the thought of eating left over fried chicken.
Even though Sam had no proper memories he did have an awful lot of feelings. He felt like he belonged with Dean, he felt like he was a natural born caregiver, he felt positively decadently wealthy, and he felt like it was his job, along with three helpers, to fill the bird feeders on a daily basis. It was just one of those things that popped into his head after breakfast, he saw that the feeders were empty and he knew that he was in charge of filling them up. Once the kids were dressed Ollie, the fat one, told Sam as much and then he helped Mary and Milo put on their shoes so they could do outside chores.
Before they got to the feeding the birds Ollie got a big scoop of food from the garage and fed it to his pig who was called Oinkers. He was a cute little thing and licked Ollie's face several times before he ate his food and a few leftovers from breakfast. The goat got fed next which Ollie was doing for Ethan who had already left for school. The goat seemed a little cranky, but he still gladly ate his food and accepted a nice pat on the head from Mary and Milo, who both called him Tunah.
The bird seed was in the garage and it was in gigantic fifty pound bags that were piled up against one wall. There had to be at least twenty of them and Sam was almost positive they were spending way too much money on feeding the birds. For a second Sam just stood and stared because Ollie had been handling everything else, but then it became clear that a three year old couldn't pick up a fifty pound bag of seed. He did however dip a giant measuring cup into the bag and filled up smaller cups for Mary and Milo which made them both very happy. That left Sam with the bag and his own measuring cup which he could easily handle.
"Ollie?"
"Yes, daddy?"
"Why don't you go to school?"
"A do go!" Ollie said quickly. "You know a go to big boy school!"
"When?"
"All the time! A usually go to big big boy school with Mr. Watkins on Monday and at the end of a week, then to big boy school wit Elmah, Mary, and Milo on a T-days."
"Huh…"
"And on today a stay home because Mikey is at music school and Ethan and Evan do a dancing school wit Cwaig."
"And help mommy." Milo added. "He help mommy."
"Yeah, a help mommy with Bustah."
"Oooh!" Mary squealed. "We love Bustah, daddy!"
"You do?"
"Right." Mary said as she elbowed Milo. "Right!"
"Sheesh! Yes, hot like mommy."
"Pick me up, daddy." Ollie said as he held up his arms. "Come on."
"Oh, right."
While Sam picked up the kids numerous times so they could fill the feeders he listened to them talk very closely. Ollie was obviously the leader of the little group, but that had more to do with being the oldest and not because he had the dominate personality. That honor went to Milo who was as individual as a child could get. He was also bossy, opinionated, short tempered, and so clearly daddy's favorite. Sam thought he was pretty damned awesome, in fact all the kids were awesome, even Mary who was very quiet and reserved. Sam was having trouble getting to know her, but it was obviously she loved him quite a bit, a feeling that was mutual.
"So." Sam said very casually. "Am I the best daddy ever?"
"Yes!" Milo laughed. "The best!"
"Oh!" Sam beamed. "Good to know!"
"You pretty good, but have a seen daddy's butt lately?"
"Actually I saw it last night."
"Woohoo!" Ollie hollered. "He's like shake it fast but a watch a self, he shake it fast and show you what he workin' wit."
"Shake it fast!" Mary said as she jumped up and down. "Like a polar bear picture!"
"Watch me shake." Milo said before turning around. "Woahhhh!"
Milo shook his little ass for all it was worth and then Ollie and Mary joined in. Milo had a chunky little butt despite his very slim frame and Mary's was hidden by her pink dress, but the best butt award, which Sam had to judge, clearly went to Ollie. He had a butt just like Dean which actually looked like two globes fighting with each other when he shook it. When Sam decreed him the winner of the impromptu showdown he did a strut around the garden, stopped to pose, and then smiled as big as he could.
"Well!"
"Very nice!" Sam laughed. "Good…working the runway."
"Then a think Your Beans can win a pageant?"
"A what?"
"A pageant, daddy! Can a do it?"
"Uh…absolutely!"
"Wha! Ya change a mind!"
"Apparently?"
"A gotta go tell daddy!"
"Well, okay, you do that and…"
"Daddy." Milo said as he shook his head. "Better to let go."
"Yeah, Owly like a big star."
"Huh."
Sam spent exactly two minutes with the babies before Ollie was running back out of the house with Dean and Buster in tow. As soon as Sam saw Dean he pushed back his hair, dusted off his shirt, and made sure he was standing up straight. Obviously primping was a little ridiculous after being in a nearly ten year relationship, but Sam still felt like it was necessary especially after they slept with each other. Sam still didn't really know how that happened, but he was absolutely ready for it to happen again. In fact seeing Dean in his little sweater and tight jeans made Sam reconsider the whole ass licking thing.
Apparently the pageant was a pretty big deal, which for some reason Sam had been against. He had been so against it that Dean wanted actual confirmation that it was okay before he let Ollie get really excited which had already happened. Sam couldn't think of a single reason why Ollie shouldn't get to do something he enjoyed so when Dean asked if he was sure he just shrugged and nodded. Seeing how happy it made Ollie made Sam feel like the worst dad in the world since it was obvious he was keeping him from doing something he really wanted to do. It also made Sam miss his memories more than ever because he should have known how to feed the birds with the kids or what the hell a three year old was going to do in a pageant.
"What pageant is it?"
"The grand champion sparkle winter festival."
"Seriously?" Sam asked. "That's a real thing?"
"Yes." Dean said quietly. "You said Ollie shouldn't do it because he was too famous."
"Does that mean because I'm too famous?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'm a dick." Sam whispered. "If he wants to do it he should."
"You heard him, daddy!" Ollie yelled. "Oooh, a gotta call pawpaw and see about a western wear!"
"We'll do that, baby, as soon as…"
"I want my memories back." Sam said. "Now."
"Sammy, we're trying to…"
"We're not trying hard enough. I'm not trying hard enough. Tell me what I need to do."
"Wha's he talkin' about, daddy?" Ollie asked. "What do a mean?"
"He's being silly." Dean smiled. "Do you guys want to go visit with uncle Jeremy?"
"Tweet tweets, mommy."
"We'll finish feeding them later. Come on. Let's go see what Jeremy's up to so me and daddy can talk."
Sam hadn't meant to sound so frenzied and panicked, but he couldn't help it. The novelty of getting to know everyone was wearing thin and there were things he should have known. Sam should have known that Ollie was interested in pageants of all things or what the gibberish coming out of Mary and Milo's mouths meant. He should have know why Buster, at just a few weeks old, already showed a clear preference for his giraffe pajamas. It was incredibly frustrating and the feeling came out of nowhere. Sam had been okay with waiting, but then Ollie brought up the pageant and something set him off.
Dean very quickly ushered the kids off to the barn and then rushed back a minute after disappearing inside. He really seemed like a phenomenal man and Sam wanted to know everything about him, everything he already knew. They had done the first kiss again and slept together for the first time, and while Sam was enjoying it, he knew he was missing out on a whole lot more. Everyone just kept saying they were trying their best to get help and Sam thought it was high time he tried himself.
"Okay." Dean said. "What's wrong?"
"I didn't know he liked pageants. I didn't know you're really into ass or that Buster isn't satisfied with just one bottle. Dean, I don't know anything."
"You know you're safe here and that we're trying."
"I need to try."
"I don't think that's a great idea."
"Why not?"
"Because you have no idea what kind of power you have at your disposal. There's no telling what could go wrong."
"You don't trust me?"
"Of course I trust you."
"I just wish that…"
"No, no!" Dean said as he covered Sam's mouth. "Don't wish anything or think about wishing anything, just trust me."
Sam absolutely trusted Dean, but he still wished he could find someone or some thing that could help him out. He also wished he was the kind of guy who listened to other people's advice more carefully. As soon as the thought crossed his mind Sam was somewhere else and Dean's hand wasn't on his mouth anymore. Dean was somewhere else entirely and Sam was in a place he thought he might never be able to fully describe given all the time in the world, or in all the other worlds as was obviously the current case.
The strange place Sam found himself in had a dark purple sky overhead that was shaded in colors of pink and an almost electric green haze that hung like clouds. The ground under his feet was the deepest spruce blue that nearly looked black. There was some kind of vegetation growing, but it wasn't grass, it was more like moss and quite spongy underfoot. It was sort of like walking around on a really soft mattress which made Sam extra cautious when he took his first few shaky and sinking steps.
There were no buildings in the strange place, but there were enormous structures that looked like gourds supported on dozens of little legs that disappeared into the ground. Sam had never seen anything like it before but the gourds were covered in a flaky silver-gray material that looked a lot like bark. Sam even picked a piece off and then stuck it in his pocket to show Mikey who seemed like he might enjoy something scientific.
"What the hell…" Sam whispered. "I should always listen to Dean. Dean! Are you out there!"
When Sam didn't get an answer he briefly thought about thinking really hard that Dean was with him, but that didn't seem like the best idea. Sam was quite obviously lost in a very foreign place and while two heads were better than one he didn't want to drag Dean into his mess just yet. Not only did Sam not want to put him in danger but he wanted some time to explore on his own. He refused to believe he had invented a place out of thin air, he was somewhere real and someone was there to help him, he just had to search around a little bit, which was easier said than done.
Because there were no landmarks and everything looked basically the same, Sam very quickly got lost. One tree looked like another he had just passed and there was no sun in the sky to follow so Sam just wandered and completely lost track of time in the process. Where he had ended up was really quite beautiful but Sam was tired of sightseeing especially when everything looked so similar.
After ten or maybe fifteen minutes Sam got his first break because he spotted a small animal scurrying away from one of the strange gourd trees. It was fast, but Sam broke out in a sprint and followed what he was sure had to be a rabbit. It wove in and out of the trees and eventually ran all the way to the edge of a crystal clear lake that almost seemed to glow. Sam had the rabbit cornered, at least until it jumped into the air and began to glide over the surface of the lake. Obviously the rabbit wasn't a rabbit, and unfortunately it's escape had also been it's end since something huge and predatory jumped out of the lake and swallowed it whole before sinking back down to the glowing depths.
"Sam?"
"Oh!" Sam yelled as he turned around. "Who said that! Show yourself!"
"I'm standing right here. You're not yourself."
"No, I'm not. Who are you?"
"Vara." The woman smiled. "A friend and ally."
"I need my memories back."
"What happened to them?"
"I apparently killed the devil." Sam said matter-of-factly. "He stole them."
"How awful."
"Yeah, it sucks."
When Vara offered her slim delicate hand Sam accepted it without hesitation. The second their skin made contact all the good and bad memories came flooding back. Sam remembered his first day of school, the first and last time he slept with Dean, and every little thing about his absolutely fantastic children. He got it all back as easily as it had been taken and while Sam was incredibly relieved he was a little worried as well. Dean had filled in as many missing pieces as he could over the past two days while neglecting to mention that they were brothers. That never came up once and Sam found it very strange.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure."
"Where the hell is Gabe?" Sam asked. "And where are we? We've been trying to get in touch with you two since you left."
"Gabriel is currently unavailable. We're in a different place."
"Yeah." Sam said as he looked around. "Is this a different planet? I really can't be a space traveler too."
"That's hard to say actually. I suppose it is the same planet."
"Last time I checked we didn't have flying rabbits and crazy gourd trees on stilts."
"Same planet, different place. Evolution happened a little differently here, quite frankly I prefer it."
Having Vara around had put Sam at ease, but he still didn't feel quite right even with all of his memories intact. Still, Vara had a point because wherever they were really was sort of beautiful and incredibly peaceful even after the whole sea dragon thing Sam had just witnessed. Since he had sort of let his guard down Sam began to notice lots of other critters, none of them familiar nor threatening. They were just kind of wandering around their own little habitat paying no mind to Sam or Vara.
"Are there people?"
"Not yet. It's still very new. I've been spending a lot of time here."
"And ignoring us."
"No, Sam. If I had heard anything I would have come. Tell me what happened."
Since Sam had his memory back he laid it all out for the first time. He told Vara about waking up in jolly old England and then about his trip back to the crucifixion, which he felt like he would have been better off not remembering. Without leaving out a single detail Sam told her how he had the spear, said yes to get Lucifer to drop his guard, and then he killed his bitch ass. Vara was following along with everything he said until he described killing Lucifer. Her stoic and calm demeanor faltered and Sam didn't think that was a good sign.
"You're sure it was the same weapon?"
"Yes."
"And you're sure he's dead?"
"Absolutely." Sam nodded. "We can cross him off the list."
"Hardly. He's more of a threat now that he's dead."
"How do you figure?"
"How would you react if someone killed one of your children?"
"It's been two days. I think if God was going to retaliate…"
"Even gods grieve, Sam. You should get back."
"We need your help." Sam said. "We need something."
"Go, Sam."
Sam tried to say something else to convince Vara to come along, but she touched him on the forehead and in the same breath he was back in the backyard, but he wasn't next to Dean anymore. Dean was actually about fifteen feet away with a completely lost look on his face, which Sam thought was kind of adorable. He was so fucking cute and he was obviously going to become a whole lot cuter since he'd undoubtedly start fussing about the disappearing act. Sam was going to have to apologize, break the good news that he had his memory back, and then figure out what their next move was.
"Sammy." Dean said quietly. "Walk towards me."
"I'm sorry, I just thought about…"
"Dad…"
Sam slowly turned away from Dean towards Michael's terrified voice. It had been years since Sam had heard him sound so quiet and scared and just as long since he had any reason to be that scared. Michael, who was supposed to be at school was about twenty feet on the other side of Sam and he had some company with him. A woman, who was probably in her forties and incredibly dowdy had her right hand on the back of his neck. Sam could see the indentions her fingers were making and it was obvious she wasn't just some woman holding his son hostage.
"You attempt anything and I twist." The woman said. "Don't try me, Sam Winchester."
"I won't." Sam said as he backed away. "Let him go, this is between us."
"Let him go? You killed two of my children, you turned another against me. Why should I let him go?"
"I didn't kill Gideon."
"You might as well have. Michael, I'll let you go if you pick someone else to take your place."
"Wha…What?" Michael asked. "What do you mean?"
"You have so many siblings to chose from. Pick one of them to die and I'll let you…"
"You better kill me now you sick fuck!"
"Michael!" Dean yelled. "Don't piss him off!"
"Fuck you!"
Michael was struggling with all his might, but God was just too strong even in yet another temporary vessel. The woman looked very devout and Sam was sure that under ordinary circumstances she was just lovely, but with God's fury inside of her she looked absolutely insane. When Michael twisted one way she yanked him the other way and it wasn't going to take much to break his neck. If Sam tried anything, there was a very good chance Michael was going to get caught in the crossfire, which was a risk not worth taking.
"Last chance." God whispered. "Who's it going to be."
"Me."
"Take me instead." Dean said. "Let him go."
"No." Sam said. "Let him go and take me. You want me."
"It's tempting, but I'd really rather leave you two alive."
"Take us both then." Dean offered. "Leave Michael and the rest of the kids alone and take us both."
"You'd both die?"
"In a heartbeat." Sam said. "Let him go."
"That's a fair trade."
"Michael!" Sam yelled. "Run!"
As soon as Michael was free he froze for a second to look at his fathers before he took off running as fast as he could. He had spent so much time running from monsters and Sam was impressed with just how fast he was. He probably should have headed for the barn where Jeremy was but instead he passed it up and went towards the woods behind the house. Before he disappeared into them he looked back over his shoulder with tears in his eyes just as God was approaching to seek revenge.
Dean woke up with dirt in his mouth, which was as unpleasant as it sounded. He was face down and spitting out bits of rock, sand, and grit, but he was alive which was better than what he expected. Sam was nearby because Dean could smell his cologne but he wasn't sure if he was alive or not. He was afraid to look over, but then he got pulled to his feet by Sam who had apparently also been face down in the dirt judging by the amount of dust on his face.
Just when Dean was about to ask if Sam was okay he made the mistake of taking in his surroundings which made him completely lose his train of thought. Wherever they were was absolutely beautiful and Dean was actually shocked into silence for one of the first times in his life. All around them beautiful towering trees were covered with exotic looking flowers, low bushes were heavy with bountiful fruit, and the night sky overhead was crystal clear with what had to be millions of stars. It was absolutely awe inspiring and Dean needed a minute to take it all in.
"Well, at least we're still on Earth…I think."
"What?"
"Vara is chilling out on Jupiter or something."
"Oh." Dean whispered. "Got your memory back?"
"Yeah. We'll talk about the fancy baby sparkle winter festival later."
"And the rimming?"
"Phenomenal." Sam grinned. "He's out there somewhere."
"Sam, you have to kill him."
"Without a weapon?"
"Blow his fucking ass up with your brain. He tried to kill Michael!"
"I realize that, Dean."
"Well, tell me you're going to kill him."
"Where do you think we are?"
"Africa."
"How do you figure?"
"Because there's a baby elephant about ten feet behind you."
Dean was pissed off that Sam had completely avoided the killing question. It shouldn't have even been anything he had to ask since God had threatened Michael and they were sort of in a kill or be killed situation. Ideally Dean wanted to slap some sense into Sam, but the elephant, regardless of how cute it was, had sort of distracted him. When Sam turned to check it out the animal moved a little closer and sort of lovingly stroked him with his trunk. Dean got a slow stroke next and then he or she just went on it's merry way.
"Africa." Sam whispered. "Makes sense. I always figured there'd be a lot more hardship and oppression."
"Sam."
"I'll do it. Okay? I'll kill him if I can."
"It's the right thing to do."
"No, it isn't." Sam smiled. "The right thing to do is never getting involved in any of this to begin with. The right thing is being normal and not having to worry about some omnipotent higher power killing the people I love."
"I know, but…"
"I'm done, Dean. I am so tired. I'm just…done."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm tired of fighting this, fighting everything. We fought bad guys, then the good guys who turned into bad guys. I just…I want it to be over."
"Are you giving up, Sammy?"
Sam didn't answer. He didn't shrug or sigh or even shake his head one way or another and Dean didn't blame him because he was tired too. Given the choice Dean would gladly sit back, raise his kids, and wait for the grandbabies to roll in without any outside interference. It seemed like that was never going to happen for them and it made Dean wonder if him and Sam would still be fighting for their lives in ten or twenty or even thirty years from now. It also made him wonder about what would happened after they were gone. Dean didn't want any of the kids to wake up in Africa with dirt in their mouths and an insane God hunting them down like animals.
"It's pretty here."
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I wonder where it is exactly."
"Gabon."
"This can't be good." Dean said as he turned around. "Isn't it funny how you show up when it's most convenient for you?"
"You think a lot of things are funny, Dean." Abel smiled. "Sam, good to have you back."
"You're uninvited to Thanksgiving."
Demons were never a good sign, but Dean was strangely comforted by Abel's presence. They were gearing up for a pretty big fight and he was willing to take all the help they could get demon or otherwise. Ideally he really would have preferred Gabe and Vara, but Abel would do in a pinch and as always he seemed to know a little bit more than them. Even if the information he had was just about where they were Dean was going to take it since it might prove vital to their survival.
"That's rude."
"Where are we?"
"Gabon. It's in West central Africa." Abel said again. "Actually we're in a national park."
"Why here?" Dean asked. "Why bring us to Africa to kill us?"
"Look around."
"It's beautiful." Sam said. "Eden at the end of the world."
"There you go. Also, according to some crazy Christian mythology, this was where God struck down a ferocious and massive monster."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, book of Job, it's probably not true."
"Probably?" Dean asked. "If there's going to be a giant monster up ahead could you give us something more than probably?"
"I guess back in the day to demonstrate the futility of questioning God he created two mythical beasts that could destroy the world, but he was so powerful he could keep them as pets while humans would never be able to."
"How massive?" Sam asked. "What are we talking about here?"
"Uh…like whatever birthed Cloverfield?"
"But it's dead?"
"Allegedly…but he might come back during the end times."
"Like now?" Dean asked. "Like when we're trying to kill God?"
"Hey, I'm here to help, dick."
"Will you two stop arguing?" Sam whispered. "We're not being very stealthy."
"If we all live I get to come to Thanksgiving dinner." Abel said. "I like yamallow."
"Shut up!"
"I can get the swastika tattoo removed if you're worried about what the kids might think."
Over the years Dean had perfected the very delicate art of pushing Sam almost too far. He'd bother him, tease him, and be a general pain in the ass until Sam had just about too much. Abel, despite his encyclopedic knowledge of Sam, had to learn the hard way. Sam was already pissed off and yammering had pissed him off even more. Without even looking back at Abel he extended his hand and sent him flying thirty feet away into a very large tree. Dean actually heard the tree crack before Abel fell to the ground in a sad broken heap. Although he was tempted to help Dean kept on following Sam who hadn't even broken his stride.
Abel caught up about ten minutes later with a grumpy look on his face and not a peep coming out of his mouth. Sam still paid absolutely no attention to him which seemed to hurt Abel more than it was pissing him off. Dean was never going to feel sorry for the guy but he did feel something. Abel wanted, so it seemed, so desperately to belong and it just wasn't going to happen. He had done too much bad to ever do good and all he was going to get for Thanksgiving dinner was probably a foil wrapped plate of leftovers if he was lucky.
"There's a clearing." Sam said as they exited the jungle. "Dean, you're the weakest link."
"I know." Dean frowned. "I'll go hide under that log until the big boys finish having fun."
"Abel?"
"Yes?"
"You protect Dean. If anything happens to me you get him out of here in one piece."
"Understood."
"If you don't double cross us you can ride in the limo to the premiere, come to the book signing, and the Halloween auction."
"Are…are you serious?"
"If anything happens to him…"
"I know." Abel said. "You'll rape me to death with a chainsaw."
"Not your worst idea. Just be safe, both of you and…"
Sam never got a chance to finish his thought because the Earth started to shake and all three of them got knocked flat on their asses. Dean absolutely realized and accepted that he wasn't going to be much of an asset against God or a gigantic monster so he crawled back to the edge of the jungle and did his best to cower behind a rather large boulder which provided adequate cover. Abel followed and crouched down beside him so they could both watch the action and intervene if necessary. Sam was just standing up when they were in position, but unfortunately someone else was getting back on his feet again as well.
"Fuck me." Sam muttered. "Abel, plan B."
"What the hell is plan B!"
"Dean fends for himself."
"Great." Dean sighed. "Good thing I wore my belt today."
Dean immediately took off his belt and tried his best to figure out how to use it as a weapon. The buckle was kind of heavy so he figured he could swing it and maybe do a teensy tiny bit of damage, but quite frankly it would be like smacking the Chrysler building with a fly swatter and hoping to knock it down. Without any real mojo at his disposal Dean was pretty much a sitting duck, but then Sam who had all the mojo in the world was probably a sitting duck as well.
It was hard for Dean to completely grasp what was going on in the clearing, but he got a sense of scale and that was enough to totally terrify him. The ground was churning and a tremendous amount of dust and dirt was being kicked into the air. It almost looked like the earth was giving birth to a tornado, one that Sam was going to have to take down without getting killed in the process which seemed an impossible proposition. The dust and dirt spread out in a mile wide circle, maybe even bigger, and in the center of it Dean saw the faintest glimpse of bone, blood, and massive horns atop a head the size of a high school football stadium.
What rose up after the head was a monster worse than anything Dean could have imagined in his worst nightmares. It was all shiny bone with dark scarred flesh. It's eyes were dark and sunken into it's skull. The creature's mouth was massive and filled with sharp pointed teeth and flat ones for gnashing. It had arms as big and buildings, twenty foot claws and it stood so high that Dean could barely make out it's head once it was completely out of the ground. When it roared or cried, Dean couldn't tell the difference, the Earth shook yet again and the trees bent to the beast's will.
"Kill it!" Abel yelled. "Kill it with fire!"
"I'm trying!"
"Try harder!"
Sam was obviously trying because he looked incredibly focused, but he wasn't doing much of anything. Dean saw a few little bursts of flames along the creature's torso but they went out as soon as they started and didn't do any damage. Abel seemed to be trying something as well, but Dean couldn't see any of what it might have been. Together Sam and Abel were pretty much unstoppable, but with the monster, the behemoth, they had met their match. Dean really always thought a demon was going to do them in, but in the end it was going to be a monster, something he came to terms with relatively quickly.
In the back of his mind Dean knew that if anyone died it would only be a matter of time before Vara or Gabe brought them back. That was just the cool prize they got for having such powerful friends, but for a moment, Dean considered what would happen if they died and stayed dead, like normal people, like the people him and Sam both desperately wanted to be. It wasn't his happiest thought, but it wasn't the worst one he had ever had.
If they never made it back home and never got brought back Dean figured John and Carol would move into the big house to take care of the kids. Amy and Auden would most likely move back to the city so they could help out and Dean saw Jenny taking a more active role in raising Mikey. The kids would never really be the same and Buster would never really know who his parents were. John would be forever changed and Larry would make millions upon millions publishing the unfinished works of Sam Winchester. Above all else Dean had a feeling that everyone would be okay, they'd be loved and taken care of and that was really all he ever wanted for his friends and his family.
"You're stronger than this!" Abel was screaming. "Kill it, Sam!"
"I'm trying!"
"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he ran over. "Don't be afraid! There's nothing bad in you!"
"I got his blood in my mouth, Dean. If I…"
"There's nothing but good." Dean smiled. "Everyone decides for themselves whether they're going to be good or evil. You're not trying as hard as you could."
"I'm scared to."
"You'll be okay." Abel said. "You can do it."
"If I get all evil you have to kill me."
"I promise." Dean laughed. "Let loose, Sammy."
Dean could feel the hesitation. Sam was trying as hard as he could, but he was trying with all that power he got from Gabe. If he was going to slay some massive beast, he was going to have to dig a little deeper and harness what he got from heaven's most infamous angel. Dean really did believe that there was good and bad in everyone and that Sam's inherent goodness would always win out in the end. Whether or not that was going to be enough to stop the monster and take down God remained to be seen, but Dean could see when Sam let loose and decided to give it everything he got.
At first it was just a feeling in the air, but then Sam's eyes got much clearer and greener and before Dean knew it he was off and running. Most people would have run away from a gigantic biblical monster, but Sam ran towards it. He was just a blur until he got to the creature's foot and began to scale him. Because Sam was so small in comparison the monster didn't even see or feel him. Sam was moving so incredibly quickly that Dean could barely track him, but he kept his eyes on him and watched very closely. Sam kept on climbing higher and higher until he made it to the beast's shoulders and disappeared behind his neck.
"Maybe he'll blind him." Abel said. "That would buy us some time."
"I'm thinking he'll still be a pretty big threat even if he's blind."
"Well, Sam's planning something and…"
From the air there was a huge explosion that knocked Dean backwards ten feet into a tree. For a moment he was worried about passing out from the way his head hit the trunk, but he held on to consciousness just in time to feel rain falling on his face. It was warm and when Dean wiped off his brow he felt how sticky and slippery it was. When he looked down at his hand he saw blood covering it, sick, warm, and sticky monster blood. The creature was still standing, but it's head was completely gone and Sam was falling to the ground with startling speed.
Dean was sure the fall would kill him, but he landed on his feet and then took off running even faster. Abel had just stood up when Sam grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him forward. He got to Dean next and did the same, pulling them both to the other side of the clearing behind the monster. It happened so quickly that Dean had no idea what the hell was going on or why Sam had moved them until the beast slumped and fell forward crushing everything beneath it's massive body. By the time it was flat on the ground it was still raining blood and Sam was panting loudly and trying to catch his breath, but he was okay, and so not evil.
"This shirt is ruined."
"You did it, Sammy!"
"Yeah." Sam panted. "I exploded his head."
"Just because you do that every night for me doesn't mean it's any less of an accomplishment."
"Good job, Sam." Abel said. "Way to…be really gross."
"You're welcome."
"Yes, good job, Sam. I hate to interrupt the family bonding, but we have unfinished business to attend to. You couldn't have gone out without a fight, could you?"
Dean looked away from Sam at the woman who had threatened to kill Michael just about an hour ago. It was hard to believe that less than a year ago Dean thought that God coming into their lives was the best possible thing that could have happened to them. He thought it'd be all rainbows and sunshine, but God ended up being worse than anyone else. He had lost his way and left them with no other option. Someone was going to have to take him out and unfortunately Sam was pretty much wiped. Dean was sure he could last a couple of rounds, but in his current state he was no match for God.
"Why are you doing this?" Dean asked. "Can't you just stop?"
"I am not merciful. Sam started this fight, I intend on finishing it."
"Dean has nothing to do with this."
"You're right." God smiled. "So it stands to reason that we don't need him around anymore, do we?"
"No!"
It happened so quickly that Dean only saw a bright flash before he felt incredible pain. He heard Sam screaming and then something that sounded smart-assed from the other corner, but he couldn't really make anything out. All he could focus on was the pain. It was like his entire body had been set on fire, one that could never be put out. It was agony unlike anything he had ever felt and the sound of Sam's anguished sobs were so much worse. Dean kept expecting to feel Sam's hands on him, but he just felt the pain and then a weight being lifted off of him while ash filled his mouth.
When Dean exhaled slowly, his life flashed before his eyes in reverse. God had summoned up a handful of bright light in his hand and hurled it towards Dean in an attempt to kill him. It obviously would have it the ball of light had made contact. At the last second, right before Dean would have died a horribly agonizing death, Abel jumped in front of him blocking the attack and sacrificing himself to save his brother. Dean saw it all play out in his mind and then he opened his eyes for confirmation.
Sam was down on his knees next to Abel who was fading fast. His entire chest had been blown open causing a large ragged hole. When he landed against Dean part of his body was still burning which accounted for the pain, that had settled into a throbbing numbness. The front of Dean's shirt was burnt off and some of his skin was bright red and blistered, but he was alive, he was perfectly fine all because of the demon who just wanted to make things right. In the end he had because he was dying so Dean could live, would live.
"Find another body." Sam whispered. "Hurry, just find someone else."
"I wish it was that easy, Sam."
"You're a demon, just…find someone else."
"He's God." Abel laughed weakly. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"You saved me." Dean said as he shook his head. "What are you sorry for?"
"Everything. Tell them I'm…Michael. Tell him. Tell him I meant it."
"Just hold on, you'll be okay."
"Sam, do you…do you make…for…Thanksgiving?"
"Do I make what…Abel?"
Dean had felt nothing when he sent Abel to hell, but when he died he felt grief and anger and sorrow. He wanted him back even if he was a demon because he was so noble in the end and they were kind of being dicks about excluding him from Thanksgiving, when maybe it was all he really wanted. Maybe he wasn't scheming, maybe he really was trying to be the best he could be and maybe he really wanted to change. That was how Dean wanted to remember him, that was how he was going to remember him and one day he was going to tell the kids about their very brave uncle who had saved his life whether Jeremy liked it or not.
"He's gone." Sam said as he closed Abel's eyes. "He's dead."
"You killed him." Dean said as he stood up. "You killed him!"
"Oh, now you two care?" God asked. "Sympathy for the devil this late in the game? Really?"
"You're going to die."
"You're not strong enough to kill me, Sam. You never were, you never will be. No one will ever be stronger than me."
"That's not true." Dean said. "I know someone who is."
"Who?"
"Sam's boyfriend."
"Too bad he isn't around when you need him."
"Hi, Gabe."
"Hello, lover." Gabe said. "Miss me?"
The last thing Dean saw on God's face was the look of perfect shock, worthy of Webster's. Dean wasn't exactly sure where the hell Gabe came from, but he snuck in at the last moment and the second God turned around he got a spear to the gut. Dean saw it come cleanly out his back before Gabe roughly yanked upwards and split him in half. He fell backwards and landed fittingly close to what remained of Abel. Dean swallowed hard and then looked up at Gabe just as lightening cracked in the background. He had a brand new massive wingspan that stretched out as far as the eye could see and delighted, almost maniacal smirk on his handsome face.