through a long hallway with a broken light 19/20

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Title: Through A Long Hallway With A Broken Light 19/20
Author: chrysrocks
Dedication: A birthday fic for yourxpridex
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Elias, Dean, Jane
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Word Count: 4204
Summary: North Dakota is a cold brutal place in the winter. Sam and Dean head there to find out what is slaughtering young women in their cars. Sam doesn't expect to meet the love of his life; Dean doesn't expect to find out his baby brother is gay, but a lot of things happen in a lifetime that one doesn't expect. Sometimes dealing with those things is scarier than finding out there really is a monster under the bed.
Disclaimer: Everything Kripke owns is his. The rest is mine. Please don't claim our stuff. Thanks.
Warning/Disclaimer: This story is an AU SPN and was written in the spirit of Season One. Please note that violence, and much other stuff in the tradition of Kripke and Co. are contained within this story. If you watch Supernatural you can read this fic, the violence and gore won't get worse than that. And Dude...If you don't watch it, why would you want to read?
Spoilers: Through season 2 and possibly for Sam's character throughout all aired episodes.
Credits: garvaldmains and kes1807 for reading and cheering, I'm not sure I could do it without you guys. Special thanks to yourxpridex for the header generator
Author's Notes: I made up the history of the Red River Valley.
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Dean sat up in bed and rubbed a hand over his face. A huge yawn cracked his jaw. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and frowned when he realized he'd only slept for about two hours. He hadn't rested well. Worry about Sam nagged the back of his mind. Dean didn’t understand everything that had happened the night before between Sam and Elias. The scene played on an endless loop through his mind. The whole gay thing was bad enough, and Dean was working on that, but it seemed like Elias wasn’t even human. Dean shook his head and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a long time, his forearms resting on his thighs staring at the carpet between his feet. He wondered why Sam couldn’t find a normal person to hook up with; it was always some supernatural something. It happened so much that Dean wondered if Sam was drawn to them by something beyond his control.

“A shower,” Dean mumbled. Getting to his feet took a ridiculous amount of effort. Once he was standing he glanced back at the bed and considered crawling back into it. His whole body ached, he moved towards the duffel he’d tossed in the corner to get something to wear. He’d feel better after a hot steamy shower; bed wasn’t an option. The job wasn’t finished. They had stopped the killer, but the controlling force was still on the loose. The witch ghost had been behind it all, and Dean didn’t understand why. He didn’t like it when they were at the end of a case and things still didn’t make sense, not even creepy-crawly sense. “Stupid damn ghosts.” He dug out a pair of jeans and a thermal shirt and headed for the bathroom.

Dean passed the room Sam and Elias were sharing on his way down the hall, the door was wide open and movement inside caught his eye. Elias was up moving around, Sam stirred and Elias went to him. He leaned over the bed and Dean couldn’t hear what was said, but Sam’s hand came up to rest on Elias’ shoulder. His grip shifted and his fingers curled around Elias’ neck. Elias looked almost fragile under Sam’s huge hand; something Dean knew was an illusion. He watched as Sam tugged Elias down to him and they kissed. Slow and tender and when Elias drew away Sam was asleep once more.

“Dream your heart’s wish,” Elias whispered his gaze locked on Sam’s face. He brushed Sam’s shaggy bangs off his forehead and his fingers traced the skin there. Dean remembered the dance of Elias’ fingers over Sam’s skin in the cabin. Watching now Dean realized the movement of Elias’ fingers hadn’t been random then and it wasn’t now. The clothes in his hands fell forgotten to the floor as Dean moved into the room.

“Get your fucking hands off him!” Dean’s roar as he closed on Elias caught him by surprise. Elias looked up and jerked his hand away from Sam. Sam breathed deep and snuggled into the blanket, his face a picture of contentment. Dean’s hands fisted in Elias’ shirt and he slammed him against the wall. “What the hell are you doing to him?” Dean demanded. He glared down at Elias, his eyes blazing. Elias frowned up at him but didn’t struggle to get away. He relaxed under Dean’s assault and leaned against the wall as if standing against it had been his intention all along.

“ I was protecting his dreams,” Elias told Dean his voice quiet, “After all he’s done for me, it’s a small thing I can do for him,” neither looked over at Sam though both were acutely aware of him.

“You weren’t protecting his dreams last night,” Dean growled. The knowledge of what Elias had done to Sam burned between them. Elias’ expression was grim.

“No,” he agreed the skin around his eyes tightened and he had to force himself not to look over to make sure Sam was really alright. “No, I didn’t protect him at all.” Elias couldn’t remember having ever been so drained; neither could he understand how Sam had given so much without it killing him. Dean’s knuckles brushed his skin when he shifted his grip on Elias shirt. Elias’ jaw clenched and he resisted the urge to hiss in pleasure. Passion was much better than anger but any strong emotion could sustain the monster within his soul.

“What did you do to him?” Dean demanded, “What are you doing?” Elias shook his head. He had wanted Sam’s desire for him to remain pure and untainted by what Elias was. He feared they could never have that again. He remembered the feel of Sam’s skin under his hands as he’d traced the runes over his naked body. He remembered Sam’s response to his touch and ached to light that fire in Sam again.

Elias couldn’t remember a time he’d been so near death, nor could he remember anyone giving even half of what Sam had and surviving. It had been a long time since he’d caused someone’s death. When he was younger he’d killed from ignorance and a few times there had been accidents. Age and experience had taught him control, and he was no longer a killer. He supposed that was something.

“What did I do? I saved myself,” Elias told him, “I just did what comes natural to me.” He reached up and gripped Dean’s bare forearms. Dean growled and pushed him harder into the wall. Elias ignored him. His fingers skimmed over Dean’s arms speaking a language without words. One that communicated directly to a man’s most primal needs. Dean’s cock grew hard, heavy in his pants and hot lust roared through him overwhelming every other emotion. His grip on Elias’ shirt no longer pushed, it pulled Elias’ hard compact body toward him the same time he crushed the smaller man against the wall. He leaned down to capture Elias’ mouth in a kiss, his breathing ragged in his chest and this only thought how much he had to have the body under his. It didn’t matter the body was male, or that he’d never been attracted to a man before. That was a lie, but Dean ignored it just as he’d been ignoring it for years. It was easy to pretend he'd never felt it before with Elias’ hot body surging against his.

“No,” Elias breathed into Dean’s frantic attempt to kiss him, and stilled the motion of his hands. Dean jumped away his eyes wide and his breathing ragged. “You have a strong will Dean.” Elias told him. Dean stared trying to understand what happened to him. Strong will? A few brushes of Elias’ fingers and Dean had lost himself. He would have done anything to have Elias, would have let Elias do anything to him. Dean glanced at the bed. Sam still slept. He had Elias’ pillow wrapped in his arms and a slight smile curled his lips. The sight tugged Dean’s heart; it had been years since he’d seen Sam that peaceful even in sleep. He turned back to look at Elias. He longed for Sam to have peace in his life, but perhaps the price for that peace was too high.

“What the hell are you?” Dean demanded his voice low and dangerous. Elias didn’t avoid Dean’s gaze but he shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Incubus? Can an incubus mate with a human? Don’t delude yourself Dean, I’m more human than not, but I need emotion more than you need pie or fries. I can do magic, not on a witch’s scale, just protection stuff. When I was growing up everyone thought I was crazy. I thought I was crazy. I was in and out of institutions until I was old enough to run. I met Jericho not very long after that. I didn’t tell him everything, but when he found out I knew monsters were real he taught me what I needed to know to stay alive. I had a witch boyfriend who taught me protection spells. I can do some heavy duty stuff, but only in that direction. Can’t throw a decent hex to save my life.” Elias chuckled when his lame attempt at humor fell flat between them. “I’m a hunter. I don’t hurt people, Dean. Not anymore. Not since I learned how not to.” Elias didn’t look at Sam. He could have killed Sam the night before, would have if Sam had been anyone else. He’d lost control for the first time in years, and thinking about it made his blood run cold.

Dean rubbed the back of his neck but didn’t say anything. His instinct was to get Sam the hell away from this freak, but he knew Sam wasn’t going to make that easy. Dean wasn’t convinced that Sam was going to leave with him when it was time to go, or if he’d stuff his duffel in the trunk of the Pontiac instead and wave as Dean drove away. His stomach knotted at the thought of losing Sam. Elias cocked his head and frowned.

“You’re worrying about nothing.” He told Dean, “Sam will never leave you.” The anguish in his eyes told Dean that Elias believed he was telling the truth, it also told him how much Elias cared about Sam. The knot loosened, maybe Elias was right. Maybe Sam would stick with Dean and let Elias go without a peep. He grunted and went to get his clothes off the floor. Elias didn’t seem to know Sam as well as he thought, despite the fact they had to be all tangled up in each others heads.

“You’re going to tell me the whole story one day,” Dean said from the door, his eyes on Elias, “all of it.” A sarcastic grin curled Elias’ finely made mouth.

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” he told Dean a hard glint in his eyes. Dean flipped him off and with one last look at Sam, resumed his trip to the bathroom.

~*~

“It’s been 2 days,” Dean said from where he was slouched in a chair at the kitchen table. Jane was fixing breakfast and ignoring the pair waiting for something to eat. They had been snapping at each other like a pair of mongrel dogs for most of those two days. She was thankful they were all alive and that the killings were over, sentiments she would not voice again. She rolled her eyes and used the tongs in her hand to turn the bacon.

Elias stared across the table at Dean unfazed by the dark expression on Dean’s face. He was tempted to follow Jane’s example and ignore him, but since it was his fault that Sam was still asleep, Elias decided that the better part of valor was to humor Dean and answer his questions. Again.

“I told you what happened took a lot out of him.” Elias met Dean’s eyes but it took effort to not flinch away. He didn’t like thinking what Sam had done for him without a thought for his own safety.

“You’re up walking around.” Dean glowered at Elias, “Doing just fine while Sammy sleeps the sleep of the dead. Exactly what did you take?” Elias scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. This too was old ground. Dean wasn’t satisfied, but Elias couldn’t help it. He couldn’t explain what he didn’t understand himself.

“That’s because he gave, Dean.” Elias was unable to push away the mental image of Sam’s face the moment he’d made the choice to give Elias everything. Dean couldn’t understand. Sam did. Sam knew how steep the cost of keeping Elias alive might have been, and he paid it without hesitation. “He sustained me with his emotional energy, drained himself and he needs time to recover.” He would recover. The last time Elias had checked on Sam, laid a hand on his skin, he could feel how close Sam was to complete recovery. That and something else, Elias’ face colored. He had never gotten a glimpse of someone’s dreams before. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. If that was the dream of Sam’s heart. “Fuck.” Elias muttered. Dean frowned but before he could open his mouth to say anything, Jane was beside the table with a huge plate of pancakes.

“Who’s first?” she asked with forced cheerfulness. Dean gave her an apologetic glance. His worry about Sam overwhelmed anything else and he hadn’t made the time to talk to her he should have. She smiled and moved to set the plate in front of him, but Dean stopped her.

“Give them to him,” he said with a nod in Elias’ direction. “I’m going to get Sammy.” He left the kitchen with a defiant look at Elias. Elias let him go. Sam was close to waking on his own. It wouldn’t hurt for him to lose a bit of sleep if it calmed Dean’s nerves. Jane set the plate in front of Elias and he eyed the huge stack of pancakes. She grinned at him.

“Dean always wants his first,” she said in way of explanation. “Maybe Sam will help you out.” She laughed at his frown and went back to the stove, she was going to need more batter.

~*~

Dean headed upstairs, taking them two at a time. He’d threatened to wake Sam before but this was the first time it hadn't caused Elias to threaten to ward Sam’s room against him. Dean smirked, as if something as lame as a ward could keep him away if Sammy needed him. When he got to the room Sam was sleeping as soundly as he had been the last time Dean checked on him. He was wrapped around Elias’ pillow, a smile on his face. He looked much younger than his 22 years.

(If you haven’t read There’s Something about Elias, this would be a good time to do that)

“Wake up,” Dean’s voice jarred Sam awake and he sat up in a panic. He wasn’t supposed to sleep it was dangerous for…some reason…what… Dean’s voice broke into his panicked thoughts, “Sam you’ve been asleep for two days. I know this job was hard on you but damn. We’ve got to get back on the road. Would you wake up?” Sam stirred slowly awake. His arms were empty and his side cold. He felt alone inside his skin.

“Dean what’s wrong, where’s August?” he demanded trying to get untangled from the blankets so he could get up. His limbs felt numb, sluggish and uncooperative. “What’s wrong with me?” Dean glared at him from the door.

“August? August is nine months away, what the hell are you talking about Sammy?” He hesitated and his eyes seemed to soften for a minute, “Look, it’s been hard. I know that, but it’s time to get back on the road. The best thing for everyone is to get back to work.” Dean watched as Sam blinked and scrubbed a hand over his face, struggling to collect himself “Are you ok?” Dean asked unable to keep concern from coloring his voice.

“Where’s Elias?” Sam asked staring at the empty place beside him, it seemed like there was something important, something he should remember but it was slipping away. He looked back up at Dean, “never mind. I was dreaming…something…but it’s gone now. I’ll be out in a few minutes. Is there anything to eat?” Relief flooded Dean, as odd as Sam was behaving he really was alight. They could talk about Elias later.

“Jane’s cooking,” Dean said, “pancakes, if you want any you better hurry the fuck up.” Dean disappeared, and the door closed behind him. Sam sat starring into space still feeling empty, bereft of something but he had no idea what it was. He thought for a moment that he heard a baby cry and his jaw clenched.

“August,” he whispered his voice raw with pain and loss, “August.” Why was that haunting him? He shook his head and got up. When he didn’t remember a dream it was gone. There was no point in sitting around moping about how it left him feeling, he always got over it. He would this time too, no matter how much his heart hurt.

~*~

The door to the bedroom opened just as Sam came out of the bathroom enveloped in the clouds of steam he’d produced while he stood under the hard spray trying to clear his head. He looked towards it expecting to see Dean. He was taking a long time getting ready, and he’d recognized the worry in Dean’s behavior earlier. Sam rarely needed to read Dean’s mind to know what was going on in his head. It wasn’t Dean in the doorway, but Elias. Sam’s eyes drank in the sight of him. Dark jeans emphasized his small waist and the hunter green knit turtleneck stretched across his shoulders revealing the strength that Elias usually kept disguised. His short spiked hair, and unshaven jaw all got appreciative appraisal by Sam but it was the sight of Elias’ elegant hands that made his stomach turn over and tied his gut in a knot. Clad only in a towel and his own damp skin, Sam moved forward.

He stopped in front of Elias and their eyes locked. Elias looked shy, leery of what Sam might be thinking. Sam reached out and ran a thumb along Elias’ jaw, the hair under his touch too short to be a proper beard, but too soft to for stubble. Sam studied him in silence. Something was different. Sam realized the “new” was gone. The affection he felt for Elias was something that should have come with long association. The other man’s face, his scent the feel of him was as familiar to Sam as his own. Sam didn’t know if it was because of what happened to them in the cabin, or if it was something else. The hesitancy Elias was feeling seeped through the touch, but dissipated as their emotions slid together. Tangling and settling together as if it was something that had been happening to them for months, or even years instead of only a few days.

Sam frowned and stepped closer, one hand came to rest on Elias’ hip drawing him in, Elias did not resist. Sam broke their gaze at last when he leaned to kiss him. His mouth hovered over Elias’ as he breathed him.

“Are you doing this to me?” Sam’s whisper was a kiss against Elias’ lips. Elias leaned into Sam, feeling his strength.

“No.” Elias’ answer was almost inaudible, but Sam could feel the truth in it and didn’t need anything else.

“Touch me.” He breathed.

Elias touched him, wrapped his arms around Sam and slid his hands up Sam’s back. The sudden contact made them shudder. Elias felt the instant reaction of Sam’s cock through the inadequate covering of the bath towel. Lust flooded through them, overwhelmed them and brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Sam’s fingers bruised Elias’ hip, and Elias’ fingers dug deep into the bunched muscles of Sam’s back.

Sam growled, low in his throat and backed Elias against the door. He had on too many clothes but neither of them was cognitive enough to do anything about it. Their mouths and Elias’ hands their only skin to skin connection but the passion was an inferno threatening to devour them.

“Holy fuck,” Sam gasped against Elias’ mouth. Elias tried to pull him back into the kiss.

“I’m not...” Elias gasped. Sam’s hands pulled at the turtleneck seeking a way inside.

“I know,” Sam panted. He caught Elias’ bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. He suckled it and his tongue swiped inside Elias’ mouth. Sam’s hands found their way under his shirt. He held Elias trapped against the door with his body, and his hands caressed fevered skin. Elias moaned and arched against Sam, his body vibrated under Sam’s touch. The hunger in him fought to rise to the surface. Appalled, Elias tried to pull away, to get enough distance from Sam to quiet his monster. Sam wouldn’t let him go. He lifted his head briefly and met Elias’ anxious eyes. “Use your magic on me.” Sam whispered. His head dipped as he tasted Elias again.

“No, I can’t,” Elias gasped. He’d spent his entire adult life teaching himself not to let go, learning to control the monster that lived inside him and demanded more than food for sustenance. Sam pushed Elias’ shirt up baring his chest, his thumbs flicked the taut nipples there into hard peaks before his hands skimmed back down and he slipped the first button on Elias’ jeans.

“Don’t you get it?” Sam asked. His tongue licked the curve of Elias’ ear and he nipped his earlobe. “There is no monster; there’s only you.” Sam sank to his knees in front of Elias, tongue hot and wet on Elias’ belly as he painted his lover’s skin with a magic of his own. Elias groaned. His head fell back hitting the wood with a thud, his shoulders pressed hard against the door and his hips thrust toward Sam. Another button opened and the brush of Sam’s breath against his belly pulled a guttural moan from Elias. His fingers tangled in Sam’s hair and his breath caught in his chest.

Sam licked his lips and crammed his nervous jitters into the deepest recesses of his brain. Two more buttons and he was sliding Elias’ jeans off his hips. He got them as far as Elias’ knees before he got distracted. Black low rise briefs couldn’t contain what Sam was doing to Elias’ body. His cock was hard, straining against the material; the head slipped out and was held flat against his belly by the waistband. Sam bit his lip and stared. He glanced up, but Elias’ head was still against the door, his eyes shut tight as he battled himself for control. Sam leaned forward and with a quick swipe of his tongue, tasted cock for the first time. The broken sound Elias made in his throat was worth the slightly bitter taste.

Sam jerked Elias’ underwear down. His big hand splayed across Elias’ flat stomach and his other hand gripped his thigh hard. Elias’ cock stood out from his body, seeming to reach for Sam. Elias’ desire for what was coming mingled with Sam’s nervous anticipation. Sam’s hold on Elias kept him still, prevented him from thrusting forward as Sam leaned in and swallowed the hard length of Elias’ sex. Elias cried out and jerked Sam forward by his hair. The thick length of Elias' cock buried in his throat choked Sam and he jerked back out of Elias' grasp. He sat back on his heels coughing, eyes tearing and looked up at Elias. They burst out laughing, and Elias offered Sam his hand. Accepting the offer of help Sam let Elias pull him to his feet. He left his towel in a pile on the floor and Elias stopped laughing. His eyes moved over Sam’s body. He swallowed.

“Try again? He asked, pulling Sam closer. Sam grabbed the bottom of Elias’ shirt and pulled it off over his head. Elias struggled awkwardly with his pants before he finally stepped out of them. Sam pulled Elias against him; the sear of the other man’s naked skin against his was like a brand.

“What if I get you pregnant?” Sam teased. Elias laughed at him.

“I might not be as human as you are,” he said, “but I am every bit as male.” The smile Sam gave him was full of the devil.

“Can we try?” his husky voice sent a shiver down Elias’ spine. Elias grabbed his hand and headed for the bed.

“Dude yeah,” he said falling back onto it and pulling Sam with him, “but first I want you to practice that thing with your mouth some more. Sam looked down on Elias. Invisible hands captured Elias’ wrists and pinned them to the bed over his head. Elias looked shocked, tugged against the unexpected restraints and his eyes went dark.

“I think I’ll do better without your help,” Sam said and began to lick his way down Elias once more.

Chapter 20