Supernatural. Sam/Dean Winchester/Bobby. 45-Moon
Title: Winchesters and Witches
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean, John, Bobby, Missouri
Prompt: 45-Moon
Word Count: 5,011
Rating: R
Summary: Sam and Dean are taking some time off when they find out their father is in trouble. Will they be in time to rescue him?
Author's Notes: Warning: Slash, Incest. I own nothiing Supernatural.
Sam saw Dean still asleep in the dark next to him. He took one finger and slowly ran it down his spine, watching Dean's reaction.
He shifted around a little before turning his head to look at Sam. "Whatcha want, Sam? It's still dark out."
"I know it's still dark out. That could work to our advantage." Sam wondered if Dean could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Sam, I have nothing against morning sex. You don't need to wake me up in the middle of the night. I don't recall you having anything against morning sex either. So, why'd you wake me up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Sam dropped the smirk and admitted as he ran his fingers through Dean's short hair, "Too many dreams."
"Dreams or vision dreams?" Dean carefully asked.
"Just dreams, I think. I didn't have a headache when I woke up."
"Want to talk about it?" Dean rolled over and put an arm out to pull Sam close.
Sam shook his head. He moved closer to Dean and laid his head on Dean's shoulder. "I just needed to be closer to you, that's all."
"Then why did you let me go on about it being about sex?"
Sam shrugged. "That would have worked, too. We usually end up like this."
"That's not the point, Sam. You need to stop my one-track mind when it takes over. I don't want out relationship to be something you go along with. It has to be something you want."
"I know. I want it," Sam's voice was soft.
"You didn't right now when I was talking about it."
"I'll remember for next time. Okay, Dean? I just want to sleep here, where I feel protected."
"Sure, Sammy. You know I'll always protect you." Dean brushed Sam's bangs back from his face.
Sam curled the rest of his body around Dean's. He'd used Dean as a pillow for most of his life. He fell asleep quickly. Dean was awake longer.
***
The sunlight filtered in through the thin curtains on the motel window. Dean woke up, saw how peaceful Sam was, turned his head away from the window, and fell back to sleep.
Sam shifted and mumbled in his sleep. Dean automatically rubbed Sam's back and whispered, "Shh, Sammy. I'm here. Go back to sleep." Sam tried to move even closer to Dean before he settled. Dean continued to rub his back and whisper comforting words until Sam's breathing evened out and Dean knew he was asleep.
***
Dean felt light kisses on his chest. "Mmm, Sammy."
"'Good morning," Sam got out between kisses as he peered up at Dean through his bangs. "Sorry I woke you up last night."
"That's what I'm here for." Dean leaned forward and kissed Sam. "Did you have more dreams after that?"
"No. None than I can remember."
"That's good. We can always sleep like that, ya know."
"I think I'd like that." Sam snuggled back in.
"When did you get your last vision?"
"You were there," Sam replied. "I can't remember what state we were in or what motel. You were there, though. You had to help me get back into bed."
Dean nodded. "That was quite a while ago. Maybe they are getting better."
"What are the plans for today?" Sam changed the subject.
"We could make phone calls and see if anyone has heard from Dad. We could try to find our next hunt. Or we could go to the Roadhouse and see if Ellen has heard anything."
"Let's start with the phone calls. I'd like to maybe stay here again tonight. A day without driving just sounds so good to me."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "How can you not want to be in the road in my baby?"
"Nothing against your baby, I just like to stay put sometimes."
"Okay," Dean agreed. "We can hang around town and make phone calls about Dad. Are you hungry for breakfast yet?"
"I could eat. Should probably shower first."
"Yeah," Dean agreed. "I'll meet you in there."
***
Gone were the days when they took separate showers. It felt so much better to have someone rub the knots out of the muscles under the hot water.
Dean stepped into the shower while Sam was trying to wash his hair under a shower head that was way too low. Dean just admired Sam's chest and abdominal muscles under the spray. When Sam was done with his hair and he saw Dean standing there, he got a huge smile and beckoned him closer.
Dean smirked and stepped closer, putting his hands on Sam's hips. "I couldn't let you get lonely."
"I didn't think you'd be able to stay away for long." Sam smiled and leaned forward to give Dean a kiss. He put a hand on the back of Dean's head, deepening the kiss.
They were both hard. Moving against each other caused enough friction to make them both come. Easy cleanup since they were in the shower.
***
"I'll call the people that are most likely to have heard from Dad," Sam told Dean. "I already have them in my cell phone. Can you look for more contacts in his journal?"
"Already there," Dean had the journal open in his lap.
"Bobby hasn't heard from him since three months ago when he was in Wisconsin. Caleb saw him about a month ago. Joshua last saw him six months ago. Ellen hasn't heard from him since the last time she saw the three of us. Pastor Jim hasn't heard from him, but he'll call us if he does. Did you find anything?" Sam relayed all of the information that he'd found out.
"That Elkins guy from Colorado, but the vampires got him. There are people that Dad helped like the guy that had the poltergeist and the demon on the plane. Dad wouldn't have any reason to check in with them. Did you call Missouri?" Dean asked.
"I forgot about her. I have her number in my phone, too. I'll ring her and you keep looking in the journal."
Sam hung up the phone and sighed.
"What?" Dean asked. He had always been just a little uncomfortable around Missouri because she could read his mind and had threatened him on more that one occasion to hit him with a spoon. "What did she say?"
"You know how she doesn't quite give you the answer you're looking for when you ask her a question?"
"Yeah. It bugs the hell out of me. She do that to you?"
"She said that Dad was safe, on a hunt and wanted to be alone. He's hiding for a reason."
"But she didn't say where?"
Sam shook his head.
"At least we know he's safe." Dean ran his fingers through his short hair. "That counts for something, I guess. I wish he'd just answer his damned phone."
"I can't remember the last time he answered his own phone and I didn't talk to his voicemail," Sam said as he flopped back on the bed.
"I guess our next move is to go get breakfast, buy local papers and look for jobs. We might find him at one of those."
"Diner on the corner okay with you?"
"Yea," Dean shrugged on his leather jacket. " Maybe there is something we can find."
Sam put his arms on Dean's waist. He rested his head on Dean's shoulder. "I've always loved the smell of you in this jacket. It smells like the road, sexy and all mine."
"Always yours," Dean leaned back into Sam. "There's no place I'd rather be."
"I like hearing that," he kissed Dean's temple.
***
They found out that the diner was a great place to eat. Good food at cheap prices. They cluttered the table up with different newspapers from all over.
"A lady in South Dakota has reported her dog missing. The dog is an adult black lab that is named Lily. She was in a six foot wooden fence with a locked gate when she was taken. Please call the police with any information." Sam read. "Do you think that could be up our alley? I don't think a person could climb the fence and then be able to carry the lab over."
"I dunno. Circle it as a possibility." Dean took a sip of coffee. "A woman was mugged late last night. He got away with her purse and wedding ring. She could not give a statement of what he looked like. When she turned around, he was gone." Dean cleared his throat. "Could be a spirit playing games, or something more complicated."
"Circle it." Sam said as the waitress arrived with their meals.
They finished their meals and their waitress had removed their plates. They went through the rest of the newspapers before leaving.
Their motel room looked just like their father's always did while they were growing up. The papers with circled items went in one pile the ones without circles went in another.
'Looks like it's slim pickings for jobs around here. What sounds good to you?" Dean ran his fingers through his hair looking at the pile.
"Sleep sounds good to me. Can't we just pick a job in the morning?"
"Sammy, you talked me into it. We should be up early though. We'll be able to get a jump on whichever job we choose."
***
"You didn't sleep very well last night, did ya, Sammy?" Dean asked as he traced his fingers on Sam's back.
"I was up for awhile. Why?"
"You're usually the one who wants to get the job all researched and planned out before bed."
"Musta been up for longer than I thought last night. You can stay up and watch television if you want."
"I don't need to watch television. I'd rather be by you. I just hope that you're not coming down with something."
"Just tired," Sam mumbled as he moved in closer to Dean. He didn't want to talk. He just wanted to sleep.
"G'night, Sammy," Dean kissed the top of his head.
Sam mumbled something that could have been 'g'night' and then kissed whatever part of Dean's chest that his lips landed on when he turned his head.
***
A lightening bolt of pain shot through Sam's head. He rolled off the bed, peeling Dean's arms away as he went. He gripped his head as he sat on the floor, rocking back and forth. Dean woke up as soon as Sam moved away. He was trying to process what was going on when his cell phone rang.
"Your daddy's in trouble," Missouri told him. "What's wrong with Sam?"
"He's having a vision. I'll get back to ya," Dean put the phone on the nightstand. He knelt by Sam and rubbed his back.
Sam stopped rocking. "It's Dad. Burned at the stake. Salem."
"Sammy, help me get you into bed. I have Missouri on the phone."
After Sam was tucked in, Dean picked his phone back up. "Missouri? Still there?"
"Yes, I am. What did Sam say?"
"Dad. Burned at the stake. Salem. What information do you have?"
"It's Salem, Oregon. And they're moving fast. You need to leave now, Dean. You can't waste any time."
"I can't move Sam right now."
"You need to give him painkillers. Sedate him if you have to. Just get in the car and go. They're just waiting for the next full moon and that's four days away."
"I'll get us on the road. Call us if you get any more information."
"Be careful. Call me."
"Will do." Dean flipped his phone shut. He packed their belongings as fast as he could, it was routine by now. He got them in the Impala and brought the first aid kit in with him.
"Sammy, you need to wake up," Dean told him as he dressed him. "Dad needs our help now and we need to get in the car. Do you want painkillers or sedation for the trip?"
"I hurt." Sam threw his arm over his eyes. "Let me rest."
"You can do that in the car. Front or back seat?"
Sam didn't respond.
"Guess that means front," Dean said under his breath. He was glad he'd chosen sweats and a t-shirt for Sam. There was no way he could have put anything more complicated on him.
With one of the motel's pillows as a cushion for the seatbelt and window and a blanket from the trunk, Sam seemed comfortable.
Dean drew up what he needed to sedate Sam for the trip.
Sam stirred when Dean moved his sleeve up to administer the shot.
"Shh. It's okay, Sammy. I just want to make this trip as easy as possible for you." With that done. Dean covered him back up and ran his fingers through Sam's locks of hair. "Of course, now I have to read my own damn map. Hopefully, you'll sleep with no dreams."
Dean started his baby and headed out for Oregon.
***
Dean paged through all the newspapers they could find. Sam searched on the laptop. They found some weird disappearances that coincided with the first night of the full moon. The bodies weren't recovered.
"It has to be witches." Sam sat back in the chair.
"I hate those things," Dean complained. "They're gross and disgusting."
"I'm not going to argue with you. We still have to find them."
Dean's phone rang.
"Are you in Salem?" Missouri asked.
"Just got here. Have any new details?"
"There's a new housing development being built on the east side of town. Behind it, there is a forest. The area you're looking for is between the development and the large pond. That's where they'll be."
"Anything else?"
"What else do you expect from me, boy? I ought to whap you with a spoon."
"Yeah, you keep saying that."
"How is Sam?" Missouri's voice softened.
"Better."
"Take care. Call me." Missouri hung up before Dean could say anything else. He hated when she did that.
"Who was it?" Sam asked.
"Missouri. She has the area we have to search cut down to a manageable size. Let's go look at it in the light so we don't lose our bearings in it when we need to come during the full moon tomorrow night."
Sam nodded.
"Oh, she's still gonna whap me with a spoon and she hung up on me. I don't know how you can stand the woman."
Sam just laughed.
"I don't see where this is funny."
"You let her get under your skin. I haven't seen anyone else be able to do that."
"Are you getting in the car or not?" Dean tried to sound ticked but it didn't work.
Trying to wipe the smile off his face, Sam got in.
***
They scouted out the area that Missouri described and looked for any kind of ritual activity. They found a spot where the ground had been disturbed. There was no grass there, only ash and dirt. They memorized where it was and went back to the motel.
Sam called Missouri to let her know what they found and promised her that he'd have John phone her as soon as he was safe. Missouri had more details, she saw six figures around the fire.
***
"Sam, there is no more planning that we can do. You need to get some sleep."
Dean looked at Sam's form, hunched over the laptop and his handwritten notes. He got out of bed and crossed the room to Sam. He put his hands on Sam's shoulders and started to rub. "We've prepared all that we can, Sammy. All you're doing now is spinning your wheels and getting frustrated. You need a good night's sleep."
"We have to get this right, Dean. We can't screw up. This is Dad we're talking about."
"I know, and we will. Witches can be killed with regular bullets. We have plenty of guns and ammo to take care of a horde of those disgusting things."
Sam dropped his head into his hands. "I just can't screw this up."
"You won't. Come to bed."
Reluctantly, Sam closed his computer and turned out the light. Dean checked the salt lines and locks on the doors and windows. Sam had sat on the bed to get his boots off. Dean knelt on the floor to help him.
"Today drained all your energy, didn't it?" Dean asked as he set a boot aside.
Sam nodded.
Dean ran his fingers through Sam's curls. "It's harder when it's Dad. Don't worry about tomorrow. We'll save Dad and be able to rest easy."
"I hope so," Sam put his face in Dean's neck. "I wish we could wake up and have it be two days from now. This would all be over."
"I know." Dean gently ran his hand up and down Sam's arm. He placed a kiss on Sam's hair.
They were curled up together and finally fell asleep.
***
Sam and Dean hid their weaponry and ammunition packed away under their jackets and in their pockets. They hid knives in their boots. Hidden in the bushes, they waited for the witches and their father.
They had hidden the Impala on the other side of the new housing development. It was getting darker and darker. Dean had a fleeting worry about the Impala getting broken into or stolen just because it was their way out of there.
All the field training their dad had crammed down their throats paid off. They were able to sit quietly for long amounts of time.
They heard the witches coming before they saw them. They were dragging their dad along the ground. His head hung forward and his legs drub along the ground. He wasn't fighting them. It wasn't a good sign.
Dean took the first witch out with a headshot. Sam wasn't far behind with taking out another.
Then, John surprised them. He rocked his body enough so that the witches dropped him and his boys could have clear shots. At least he was conscious to a point.
The last witch ran into the woods before they could get her.
"I know I winged her, Sam. Cut Dad loose. I'll try to pick up her trail."
Sam nodded and took out his knife. He rolled John so that his face wasn't in the dirt.
"I'll have you loose soon, Dad," Sam took the gag out before cutting his wrists and ankles free.
"They hexed the car," John whispered hoarsely, staring in Sam's eyes.
"That's okay, Dad. We'll handle that when we get there. Right now let's just get you loose."
They heard a shot in the distance. Dean came jogging toward them as Sam propped their Dad up.
"Got her. I hate dealing with damn witches. How's Dad?" He knelt down by Sam.
"We need to get him out of here. Impala has been hexed."
"Now I have another reason to hate those bitches." Sam could see Dean getting further and further from the task at hand.
"Get over it," Sam told him.
"Dad, can you walk?" Dean asked his dad.
John nodded.
Sam and Dean helped John to his feet.
"Augh!" John yelled. "Arms!"
"How will we get him to the car without using his arms?" Sam asked.
Dean and Sam were quiet as they did some quick thinking. "One arm behind him and one arm under him, leave him in a sitting position." Dean moved his arms and Sam clasped Dean's arms.
They maneuvered John into their arms and it was a much better way to get him to the car. Then, Sam held John up against the Impala while Dean went through it and found the hex bag.
"Dad, was there just one hex bag?" Dean asked. John's eyes were glassy and he didn't reply. So, Dean said louder as he held his dad's head up, "Dad! I need to know! Was there just one hex bag?"
"One," John mumbled.
"Good. We can get on the road now. You sit in back with Dad," Dean told Sam.
Sam sat in the backseat with John in his arms. He took some water and wiped the dirt caked on John's face. "Stay with us, Dad. You're going to be okay. We have you now."
"Sleep."
"Stay awake until we can see how bad you're injured. Do you want some water?"
John leaned forward and sighed when the cool water touched his lips. He tried to follow the bottle when Sam took it away. "Not too much. You can have some more in a little bit."
Dean wanted to get back to the motel quickly but he didn't want to jostle them around in the backseat. He kept looking at them in the review mirror. He didn't like how his dad looked. He could see the same worry on Sam's face.
They got to the motel and laid their dad on one bed. They each took a side and started to clean John up. First, they checked his head for lumps. One large lump was behind his left ear. Otherwise, he was fine. They kept going, cleaning as they went.
There were abrasions and cuts. A few looked like they could use a stitch or two, but that was it. The biggest concern was John's shoulders.
The witches had him hanging by his hands the whole time they had time. His shoulders became dislocated. He was also dehydrated.
"Dad, we need to put your shoulders back in. Do you understand?" Dean made sure his father could see him and hear his words. John nodded slowly.
Sam held John still as best he could while Dean slipped John's shoulder back into place. When asked if he wanted to rest before doing the second, John said, "No." He just wanted to get it done.
The second one was more difficult to get in because it was only natural for John's body to be tense after getting the first shoulder back where it belonged. When they were done, all three of them were covered in sweat.
All abrasions and cuts got antibiotic ointment and the cuts that were deep enough got a stitch or two. The deep cuts were mostly on John's feet from being dragged places.
They log rolled John to wash his back, and then used the same rolling technique to get him on clean sheets. John took some Tylenol and then fell asleep. Both Sam and Dean knew that they were going to have to wake him up every four hours because of that lump on his head.
Only after they had their Dad asleep and they themselves had cleaned up did Dean remember his promise to call Missouri. Sam said that he'd make the call since Dean and Missouri seemed to clash for some reason.
"Tell me John's okay," Missouri said instead of hello.
"His shoulders were dislocated, he had a hell of a lump behind his ear, his body is covered is abrasions and cuts, some of them needed to be sutured. The ones that needed stitches were mostly on his feet from being dragged. He's also dehydrated. All six of the witches are dead."
"You boys have been busy."
"We never have been ones to just sit and let the world pass by," Sam said with a smile.
"That you aren't. Are you and Dean okay?"
"Tired, but fine."
"You come visit soon, you hear?"
"Yes, m'am."
Missouri hung up.
"Well, what do we do now?" Sam asked Dean. "We need to find Dad's truck and his belongings."
"Next time we wake him up, we'll have to ask him where he was staying, settle the bill and get the truck. We'll also need to pick up some sports drinks that have electrolytes to help him get hydrated and some bland food, like crackers, soup, bread."
"We should probably sleep while we can," Sam said as he changed out of his disgustingly dirty clothes to something to sleep in. "Where do we find Dad a new pair of boots?"
"Army Surplus Store," Dean replied. "He must have another pair of shoes in his truck. If he doesn't he can wear your canvas shoes. They'll be big, but they'll have to do."
Dean traded his clothes for something better and slid into bed. "We need to do laundry."
"Yep"
"Until Dad is able to travel," Sam replied. "I don't mind, though. I like it here."
"We're gonna be here awhile."
***
When they woke John up, they got the information on his truck. Then, Sam just couldn't help but ask, "Why would a witch pick you, Dad? I can see Dean pissing off a chick easy enough but you?"
"All I did was offer to buy her a drink," John answered slowly in that deep voice of his.
"You offered to buy her a drink and then what? You put your arm around her? You tried to take her home?" Dean was asking.
"Nope. I just offered to buy her a drink. That's all I did."
"Wow," Sam replied. "That's not very much to get taken like you did."
"Any food requests? I'm heading out to the grocery store and to get your truck." Dean asked. "Do you have a second pair of boots?"
"In the truck." John whispered as he closed his eyes.
"I'll be back as soon as I can. Remember to push fluids every time he wakes up," Dean instructed Sam.
"Dean, I know how to handle concussions. We get them often enough."
"It's just habit to remind you. Being your big brother and all."
Sam shook his head as Dean closed the door behind him. He looked at his father’s haggard face. No sleep, food or water for who knows how many days. The strength it would take to get through something like that. He always knew his dad was strong, but that wasn't just a physical strength, it was also a mental strength. Sam wondered if he would ever be able to survive something like that. Dean would survive just out of spite and hatred for the witches. Sam didn't know for himself.
***
The truck was parked two miles from where they were staying. Dean went into the room, packed his dad's duffle, settled with the office, and headed to the grocery store. When he arrived back at the motel, both Sam and their dad were asleep. Dean went about his business, putting the food and drinks away.
John began to stir. Dean grabbed a sports drink and went to his side. Dean watched as John didn't open his eyes, he mumbled louder and louder. He started to move around like he was fighting someone. Dean laid down beside him and tried to hold him still. "Shh, Dad. You're safe. We have you now. You're safe." He brushed some hair back from John's forehead. "Shh, Dad. You're with Sammy and I now. You're safe." John seemed to settle back into bed, his nightmare fading away.
***
Slowly, they got through the next few days. John got stronger as he got hydrated and some food in his belly. The nightmares continued. Dean and Sam were both light sleepers so either one would get over to comfort their dad as soon as they heard the mumbling or rolling around. They didn't want him to pull his stitches out or open any cuts. After the stitches healed and could come out, it was much easier for John to walk; although, it still was not comfortable by any means.
With his shoulders still sore, his boys took him to Bobby's when he got itching to get on the road again. John couldn't drive, so Sam drove the truck. Dean was not going to hand the keys to his baby over if there was any way he didn't have to.
Bobby was always glad to see them, except for the time he took the shotgun out (he cocked it and everything) and he was pleased to have John recuperate at his place. Those two hunters had stories to tell, other hunters to talk about, and cars to fix.
He offered them supper and a place to stay, but Sam and Dean said they had to be on their way. They'd heard about another hunt and didn't want to waste any time. Knowing their dad was in good hands, they were able to leave the scrap yard.
***
Dean drove a few towns over to a motel and checked them in.
"So where's this new hunt at?" Sam said as he entered the room and Dean closed the door behind him.
"Huntin' you," Dean growled as he pinned Sam to the wall. His kisses were full of heat and passion and was long overdue. "Been too long." Dean had the button undone on Sam's jeans and the zipper down. He started to grind against Sam. Then, he placed his knee between Sam's legs and reached inside Sam's jeans to feel his shaft all the way down to his balls. He rested his hand there.
Sam made some noise that sounded like approval. Both of them were naked in record time. Hands and mouths exploring and touching. "I've missed this," Sam said between kisses.
"Me, too," Dean's concentration was barely broken. His mouth was traveling up the inner part of Sam's thigh and Sam had started to squirm.
***
They laid there, afterwards, spent and sleepy.
"Think Dad is going to be alright at Bobby's?" Sam asked.
"As long as he doesn't tick Bobby off, he'll be fine. Bobby will let us know if Dad needs to leave. He's blunt that way."
"We needed this. I know we needed to get Dad back and patched up, but we needed this, too."
"I was going out of my mind," Dean told him. "I would have given anything for a quick shower with you but Dad was there."
"I know the feeling."
It was all a tricky balance between work, family and private time. Lines get crossed and sometimes blurred completely. It's always best to try to put them back in place.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean, John, Bobby, Missouri
Prompt: 45-Moon
Word Count: 5,011
Rating: R
Summary: Sam and Dean are taking some time off when they find out their father is in trouble. Will they be in time to rescue him?
Author's Notes: Warning: Slash, Incest. I own nothiing Supernatural.
Sam saw Dean still asleep in the dark next to him. He took one finger and slowly ran it down his spine, watching Dean's reaction.
He shifted around a little before turning his head to look at Sam. "Whatcha want, Sam? It's still dark out."
"I know it's still dark out. That could work to our advantage." Sam wondered if Dean could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Sam, I have nothing against morning sex. You don't need to wake me up in the middle of the night. I don't recall you having anything against morning sex either. So, why'd you wake me up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Sam dropped the smirk and admitted as he ran his fingers through Dean's short hair, "Too many dreams."
"Dreams or vision dreams?" Dean carefully asked.
"Just dreams, I think. I didn't have a headache when I woke up."
"Want to talk about it?" Dean rolled over and put an arm out to pull Sam close.
Sam shook his head. He moved closer to Dean and laid his head on Dean's shoulder. "I just needed to be closer to you, that's all."
"Then why did you let me go on about it being about sex?"
Sam shrugged. "That would have worked, too. We usually end up like this."
"That's not the point, Sam. You need to stop my one-track mind when it takes over. I don't want out relationship to be something you go along with. It has to be something you want."
"I know. I want it," Sam's voice was soft.
"You didn't right now when I was talking about it."
"I'll remember for next time. Okay, Dean? I just want to sleep here, where I feel protected."
"Sure, Sammy. You know I'll always protect you." Dean brushed Sam's bangs back from his face.
Sam curled the rest of his body around Dean's. He'd used Dean as a pillow for most of his life. He fell asleep quickly. Dean was awake longer.
***
The sunlight filtered in through the thin curtains on the motel window. Dean woke up, saw how peaceful Sam was, turned his head away from the window, and fell back to sleep.
Sam shifted and mumbled in his sleep. Dean automatically rubbed Sam's back and whispered, "Shh, Sammy. I'm here. Go back to sleep." Sam tried to move even closer to Dean before he settled. Dean continued to rub his back and whisper comforting words until Sam's breathing evened out and Dean knew he was asleep.
***
Dean felt light kisses on his chest. "Mmm, Sammy."
"'Good morning," Sam got out between kisses as he peered up at Dean through his bangs. "Sorry I woke you up last night."
"That's what I'm here for." Dean leaned forward and kissed Sam. "Did you have more dreams after that?"
"No. None than I can remember."
"That's good. We can always sleep like that, ya know."
"I think I'd like that." Sam snuggled back in.
"When did you get your last vision?"
"You were there," Sam replied. "I can't remember what state we were in or what motel. You were there, though. You had to help me get back into bed."
Dean nodded. "That was quite a while ago. Maybe they are getting better."
"What are the plans for today?" Sam changed the subject.
"We could make phone calls and see if anyone has heard from Dad. We could try to find our next hunt. Or we could go to the Roadhouse and see if Ellen has heard anything."
"Let's start with the phone calls. I'd like to maybe stay here again tonight. A day without driving just sounds so good to me."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "How can you not want to be in the road in my baby?"
"Nothing against your baby, I just like to stay put sometimes."
"Okay," Dean agreed. "We can hang around town and make phone calls about Dad. Are you hungry for breakfast yet?"
"I could eat. Should probably shower first."
"Yeah," Dean agreed. "I'll meet you in there."
***
Gone were the days when they took separate showers. It felt so much better to have someone rub the knots out of the muscles under the hot water.
Dean stepped into the shower while Sam was trying to wash his hair under a shower head that was way too low. Dean just admired Sam's chest and abdominal muscles under the spray. When Sam was done with his hair and he saw Dean standing there, he got a huge smile and beckoned him closer.
Dean smirked and stepped closer, putting his hands on Sam's hips. "I couldn't let you get lonely."
"I didn't think you'd be able to stay away for long." Sam smiled and leaned forward to give Dean a kiss. He put a hand on the back of Dean's head, deepening the kiss.
They were both hard. Moving against each other caused enough friction to make them both come. Easy cleanup since they were in the shower.
***
"I'll call the people that are most likely to have heard from Dad," Sam told Dean. "I already have them in my cell phone. Can you look for more contacts in his journal?"
"Already there," Dean had the journal open in his lap.
"Bobby hasn't heard from him since three months ago when he was in Wisconsin. Caleb saw him about a month ago. Joshua last saw him six months ago. Ellen hasn't heard from him since the last time she saw the three of us. Pastor Jim hasn't heard from him, but he'll call us if he does. Did you find anything?" Sam relayed all of the information that he'd found out.
"That Elkins guy from Colorado, but the vampires got him. There are people that Dad helped like the guy that had the poltergeist and the demon on the plane. Dad wouldn't have any reason to check in with them. Did you call Missouri?" Dean asked.
"I forgot about her. I have her number in my phone, too. I'll ring her and you keep looking in the journal."
Sam hung up the phone and sighed.
"What?" Dean asked. He had always been just a little uncomfortable around Missouri because she could read his mind and had threatened him on more that one occasion to hit him with a spoon. "What did she say?"
"You know how she doesn't quite give you the answer you're looking for when you ask her a question?"
"Yeah. It bugs the hell out of me. She do that to you?"
"She said that Dad was safe, on a hunt and wanted to be alone. He's hiding for a reason."
"But she didn't say where?"
Sam shook his head.
"At least we know he's safe." Dean ran his fingers through his short hair. "That counts for something, I guess. I wish he'd just answer his damned phone."
"I can't remember the last time he answered his own phone and I didn't talk to his voicemail," Sam said as he flopped back on the bed.
"I guess our next move is to go get breakfast, buy local papers and look for jobs. We might find him at one of those."
"Diner on the corner okay with you?"
"Yea," Dean shrugged on his leather jacket. " Maybe there is something we can find."
Sam put his arms on Dean's waist. He rested his head on Dean's shoulder. "I've always loved the smell of you in this jacket. It smells like the road, sexy and all mine."
"Always yours," Dean leaned back into Sam. "There's no place I'd rather be."
"I like hearing that," he kissed Dean's temple.
***
They found out that the diner was a great place to eat. Good food at cheap prices. They cluttered the table up with different newspapers from all over.
"A lady in South Dakota has reported her dog missing. The dog is an adult black lab that is named Lily. She was in a six foot wooden fence with a locked gate when she was taken. Please call the police with any information." Sam read. "Do you think that could be up our alley? I don't think a person could climb the fence and then be able to carry the lab over."
"I dunno. Circle it as a possibility." Dean took a sip of coffee. "A woman was mugged late last night. He got away with her purse and wedding ring. She could not give a statement of what he looked like. When she turned around, he was gone." Dean cleared his throat. "Could be a spirit playing games, or something more complicated."
"Circle it." Sam said as the waitress arrived with their meals.
They finished their meals and their waitress had removed their plates. They went through the rest of the newspapers before leaving.
Their motel room looked just like their father's always did while they were growing up. The papers with circled items went in one pile the ones without circles went in another.
'Looks like it's slim pickings for jobs around here. What sounds good to you?" Dean ran his fingers through his hair looking at the pile.
"Sleep sounds good to me. Can't we just pick a job in the morning?"
"Sammy, you talked me into it. We should be up early though. We'll be able to get a jump on whichever job we choose."
***
"You didn't sleep very well last night, did ya, Sammy?" Dean asked as he traced his fingers on Sam's back.
"I was up for awhile. Why?"
"You're usually the one who wants to get the job all researched and planned out before bed."
"Musta been up for longer than I thought last night. You can stay up and watch television if you want."
"I don't need to watch television. I'd rather be by you. I just hope that you're not coming down with something."
"Just tired," Sam mumbled as he moved in closer to Dean. He didn't want to talk. He just wanted to sleep.
"G'night, Sammy," Dean kissed the top of his head.
Sam mumbled something that could have been 'g'night' and then kissed whatever part of Dean's chest that his lips landed on when he turned his head.
***
A lightening bolt of pain shot through Sam's head. He rolled off the bed, peeling Dean's arms away as he went. He gripped his head as he sat on the floor, rocking back and forth. Dean woke up as soon as Sam moved away. He was trying to process what was going on when his cell phone rang.
"Your daddy's in trouble," Missouri told him. "What's wrong with Sam?"
"He's having a vision. I'll get back to ya," Dean put the phone on the nightstand. He knelt by Sam and rubbed his back.
Sam stopped rocking. "It's Dad. Burned at the stake. Salem."
"Sammy, help me get you into bed. I have Missouri on the phone."
After Sam was tucked in, Dean picked his phone back up. "Missouri? Still there?"
"Yes, I am. What did Sam say?"
"Dad. Burned at the stake. Salem. What information do you have?"
"It's Salem, Oregon. And they're moving fast. You need to leave now, Dean. You can't waste any time."
"I can't move Sam right now."
"You need to give him painkillers. Sedate him if you have to. Just get in the car and go. They're just waiting for the next full moon and that's four days away."
"I'll get us on the road. Call us if you get any more information."
"Be careful. Call me."
"Will do." Dean flipped his phone shut. He packed their belongings as fast as he could, it was routine by now. He got them in the Impala and brought the first aid kit in with him.
"Sammy, you need to wake up," Dean told him as he dressed him. "Dad needs our help now and we need to get in the car. Do you want painkillers or sedation for the trip?"
"I hurt." Sam threw his arm over his eyes. "Let me rest."
"You can do that in the car. Front or back seat?"
Sam didn't respond.
"Guess that means front," Dean said under his breath. He was glad he'd chosen sweats and a t-shirt for Sam. There was no way he could have put anything more complicated on him.
With one of the motel's pillows as a cushion for the seatbelt and window and a blanket from the trunk, Sam seemed comfortable.
Dean drew up what he needed to sedate Sam for the trip.
Sam stirred when Dean moved his sleeve up to administer the shot.
"Shh. It's okay, Sammy. I just want to make this trip as easy as possible for you." With that done. Dean covered him back up and ran his fingers through Sam's locks of hair. "Of course, now I have to read my own damn map. Hopefully, you'll sleep with no dreams."
Dean started his baby and headed out for Oregon.
***
Dean paged through all the newspapers they could find. Sam searched on the laptop. They found some weird disappearances that coincided with the first night of the full moon. The bodies weren't recovered.
"It has to be witches." Sam sat back in the chair.
"I hate those things," Dean complained. "They're gross and disgusting."
"I'm not going to argue with you. We still have to find them."
Dean's phone rang.
"Are you in Salem?" Missouri asked.
"Just got here. Have any new details?"
"There's a new housing development being built on the east side of town. Behind it, there is a forest. The area you're looking for is between the development and the large pond. That's where they'll be."
"Anything else?"
"What else do you expect from me, boy? I ought to whap you with a spoon."
"Yeah, you keep saying that."
"How is Sam?" Missouri's voice softened.
"Better."
"Take care. Call me." Missouri hung up before Dean could say anything else. He hated when she did that.
"Who was it?" Sam asked.
"Missouri. She has the area we have to search cut down to a manageable size. Let's go look at it in the light so we don't lose our bearings in it when we need to come during the full moon tomorrow night."
Sam nodded.
"Oh, she's still gonna whap me with a spoon and she hung up on me. I don't know how you can stand the woman."
Sam just laughed.
"I don't see where this is funny."
"You let her get under your skin. I haven't seen anyone else be able to do that."
"Are you getting in the car or not?" Dean tried to sound ticked but it didn't work.
Trying to wipe the smile off his face, Sam got in.
***
They scouted out the area that Missouri described and looked for any kind of ritual activity. They found a spot where the ground had been disturbed. There was no grass there, only ash and dirt. They memorized where it was and went back to the motel.
Sam called Missouri to let her know what they found and promised her that he'd have John phone her as soon as he was safe. Missouri had more details, she saw six figures around the fire.
***
"Sam, there is no more planning that we can do. You need to get some sleep."
Dean looked at Sam's form, hunched over the laptop and his handwritten notes. He got out of bed and crossed the room to Sam. He put his hands on Sam's shoulders and started to rub. "We've prepared all that we can, Sammy. All you're doing now is spinning your wheels and getting frustrated. You need a good night's sleep."
"We have to get this right, Dean. We can't screw up. This is Dad we're talking about."
"I know, and we will. Witches can be killed with regular bullets. We have plenty of guns and ammo to take care of a horde of those disgusting things."
Sam dropped his head into his hands. "I just can't screw this up."
"You won't. Come to bed."
Reluctantly, Sam closed his computer and turned out the light. Dean checked the salt lines and locks on the doors and windows. Sam had sat on the bed to get his boots off. Dean knelt on the floor to help him.
"Today drained all your energy, didn't it?" Dean asked as he set a boot aside.
Sam nodded.
Dean ran his fingers through Sam's curls. "It's harder when it's Dad. Don't worry about tomorrow. We'll save Dad and be able to rest easy."
"I hope so," Sam put his face in Dean's neck. "I wish we could wake up and have it be two days from now. This would all be over."
"I know." Dean gently ran his hand up and down Sam's arm. He placed a kiss on Sam's hair.
They were curled up together and finally fell asleep.
***
Sam and Dean hid their weaponry and ammunition packed away under their jackets and in their pockets. They hid knives in their boots. Hidden in the bushes, they waited for the witches and their father.
They had hidden the Impala on the other side of the new housing development. It was getting darker and darker. Dean had a fleeting worry about the Impala getting broken into or stolen just because it was their way out of there.
All the field training their dad had crammed down their throats paid off. They were able to sit quietly for long amounts of time.
They heard the witches coming before they saw them. They were dragging their dad along the ground. His head hung forward and his legs drub along the ground. He wasn't fighting them. It wasn't a good sign.
Dean took the first witch out with a headshot. Sam wasn't far behind with taking out another.
Then, John surprised them. He rocked his body enough so that the witches dropped him and his boys could have clear shots. At least he was conscious to a point.
The last witch ran into the woods before they could get her.
"I know I winged her, Sam. Cut Dad loose. I'll try to pick up her trail."
Sam nodded and took out his knife. He rolled John so that his face wasn't in the dirt.
"I'll have you loose soon, Dad," Sam took the gag out before cutting his wrists and ankles free.
"They hexed the car," John whispered hoarsely, staring in Sam's eyes.
"That's okay, Dad. We'll handle that when we get there. Right now let's just get you loose."
They heard a shot in the distance. Dean came jogging toward them as Sam propped their Dad up.
"Got her. I hate dealing with damn witches. How's Dad?" He knelt down by Sam.
"We need to get him out of here. Impala has been hexed."
"Now I have another reason to hate those bitches." Sam could see Dean getting further and further from the task at hand.
"Get over it," Sam told him.
"Dad, can you walk?" Dean asked his dad.
John nodded.
Sam and Dean helped John to his feet.
"Augh!" John yelled. "Arms!"
"How will we get him to the car without using his arms?" Sam asked.
Dean and Sam were quiet as they did some quick thinking. "One arm behind him and one arm under him, leave him in a sitting position." Dean moved his arms and Sam clasped Dean's arms.
They maneuvered John into their arms and it was a much better way to get him to the car. Then, Sam held John up against the Impala while Dean went through it and found the hex bag.
"Dad, was there just one hex bag?" Dean asked. John's eyes were glassy and he didn't reply. So, Dean said louder as he held his dad's head up, "Dad! I need to know! Was there just one hex bag?"
"One," John mumbled.
"Good. We can get on the road now. You sit in back with Dad," Dean told Sam.
Sam sat in the backseat with John in his arms. He took some water and wiped the dirt caked on John's face. "Stay with us, Dad. You're going to be okay. We have you now."
"Sleep."
"Stay awake until we can see how bad you're injured. Do you want some water?"
John leaned forward and sighed when the cool water touched his lips. He tried to follow the bottle when Sam took it away. "Not too much. You can have some more in a little bit."
Dean wanted to get back to the motel quickly but he didn't want to jostle them around in the backseat. He kept looking at them in the review mirror. He didn't like how his dad looked. He could see the same worry on Sam's face.
They got to the motel and laid their dad on one bed. They each took a side and started to clean John up. First, they checked his head for lumps. One large lump was behind his left ear. Otherwise, he was fine. They kept going, cleaning as they went.
There were abrasions and cuts. A few looked like they could use a stitch or two, but that was it. The biggest concern was John's shoulders.
The witches had him hanging by his hands the whole time they had time. His shoulders became dislocated. He was also dehydrated.
"Dad, we need to put your shoulders back in. Do you understand?" Dean made sure his father could see him and hear his words. John nodded slowly.
Sam held John still as best he could while Dean slipped John's shoulder back into place. When asked if he wanted to rest before doing the second, John said, "No." He just wanted to get it done.
The second one was more difficult to get in because it was only natural for John's body to be tense after getting the first shoulder back where it belonged. When they were done, all three of them were covered in sweat.
All abrasions and cuts got antibiotic ointment and the cuts that were deep enough got a stitch or two. The deep cuts were mostly on John's feet from being dragged places.
They log rolled John to wash his back, and then used the same rolling technique to get him on clean sheets. John took some Tylenol and then fell asleep. Both Sam and Dean knew that they were going to have to wake him up every four hours because of that lump on his head.
Only after they had their Dad asleep and they themselves had cleaned up did Dean remember his promise to call Missouri. Sam said that he'd make the call since Dean and Missouri seemed to clash for some reason.
"Tell me John's okay," Missouri said instead of hello.
"His shoulders were dislocated, he had a hell of a lump behind his ear, his body is covered is abrasions and cuts, some of them needed to be sutured. The ones that needed stitches were mostly on his feet from being dragged. He's also dehydrated. All six of the witches are dead."
"You boys have been busy."
"We never have been ones to just sit and let the world pass by," Sam said with a smile.
"That you aren't. Are you and Dean okay?"
"Tired, but fine."
"You come visit soon, you hear?"
"Yes, m'am."
Missouri hung up.
"Well, what do we do now?" Sam asked Dean. "We need to find Dad's truck and his belongings."
"Next time we wake him up, we'll have to ask him where he was staying, settle the bill and get the truck. We'll also need to pick up some sports drinks that have electrolytes to help him get hydrated and some bland food, like crackers, soup, bread."
"We should probably sleep while we can," Sam said as he changed out of his disgustingly dirty clothes to something to sleep in. "Where do we find Dad a new pair of boots?"
"Army Surplus Store," Dean replied. "He must have another pair of shoes in his truck. If he doesn't he can wear your canvas shoes. They'll be big, but they'll have to do."
Dean traded his clothes for something better and slid into bed. "We need to do laundry."
"Yep"
"Until Dad is able to travel," Sam replied. "I don't mind, though. I like it here."
"We're gonna be here awhile."
***
When they woke John up, they got the information on his truck. Then, Sam just couldn't help but ask, "Why would a witch pick you, Dad? I can see Dean pissing off a chick easy enough but you?"
"All I did was offer to buy her a drink," John answered slowly in that deep voice of his.
"You offered to buy her a drink and then what? You put your arm around her? You tried to take her home?" Dean was asking.
"Nope. I just offered to buy her a drink. That's all I did."
"Wow," Sam replied. "That's not very much to get taken like you did."
"Any food requests? I'm heading out to the grocery store and to get your truck." Dean asked. "Do you have a second pair of boots?"
"In the truck." John whispered as he closed his eyes.
"I'll be back as soon as I can. Remember to push fluids every time he wakes up," Dean instructed Sam.
"Dean, I know how to handle concussions. We get them often enough."
"It's just habit to remind you. Being your big brother and all."
Sam shook his head as Dean closed the door behind him. He looked at his father’s haggard face. No sleep, food or water for who knows how many days. The strength it would take to get through something like that. He always knew his dad was strong, but that wasn't just a physical strength, it was also a mental strength. Sam wondered if he would ever be able to survive something like that. Dean would survive just out of spite and hatred for the witches. Sam didn't know for himself.
***
The truck was parked two miles from where they were staying. Dean went into the room, packed his dad's duffle, settled with the office, and headed to the grocery store. When he arrived back at the motel, both Sam and their dad were asleep. Dean went about his business, putting the food and drinks away.
John began to stir. Dean grabbed a sports drink and went to his side. Dean watched as John didn't open his eyes, he mumbled louder and louder. He started to move around like he was fighting someone. Dean laid down beside him and tried to hold him still. "Shh, Dad. You're safe. We have you now. You're safe." He brushed some hair back from John's forehead. "Shh, Dad. You're with Sammy and I now. You're safe." John seemed to settle back into bed, his nightmare fading away.
***
Slowly, they got through the next few days. John got stronger as he got hydrated and some food in his belly. The nightmares continued. Dean and Sam were both light sleepers so either one would get over to comfort their dad as soon as they heard the mumbling or rolling around. They didn't want him to pull his stitches out or open any cuts. After the stitches healed and could come out, it was much easier for John to walk; although, it still was not comfortable by any means.
With his shoulders still sore, his boys took him to Bobby's when he got itching to get on the road again. John couldn't drive, so Sam drove the truck. Dean was not going to hand the keys to his baby over if there was any way he didn't have to.
Bobby was always glad to see them, except for the time he took the shotgun out (he cocked it and everything) and he was pleased to have John recuperate at his place. Those two hunters had stories to tell, other hunters to talk about, and cars to fix.
He offered them supper and a place to stay, but Sam and Dean said they had to be on their way. They'd heard about another hunt and didn't want to waste any time. Knowing their dad was in good hands, they were able to leave the scrap yard.
***
Dean drove a few towns over to a motel and checked them in.
"So where's this new hunt at?" Sam said as he entered the room and Dean closed the door behind him.
"Huntin' you," Dean growled as he pinned Sam to the wall. His kisses were full of heat and passion and was long overdue. "Been too long." Dean had the button undone on Sam's jeans and the zipper down. He started to grind against Sam. Then, he placed his knee between Sam's legs and reached inside Sam's jeans to feel his shaft all the way down to his balls. He rested his hand there.
Sam made some noise that sounded like approval. Both of them were naked in record time. Hands and mouths exploring and touching. "I've missed this," Sam said between kisses.
"Me, too," Dean's concentration was barely broken. His mouth was traveling up the inner part of Sam's thigh and Sam had started to squirm.
***
They laid there, afterwards, spent and sleepy.
"Think Dad is going to be alright at Bobby's?" Sam asked.
"As long as he doesn't tick Bobby off, he'll be fine. Bobby will let us know if Dad needs to leave. He's blunt that way."
"We needed this. I know we needed to get Dad back and patched up, but we needed this, too."
"I was going out of my mind," Dean told him. "I would have given anything for a quick shower with you but Dad was there."
"I know the feeling."
It was all a tricky balance between work, family and private time. Lines get crossed and sometimes blurred completely. It's always best to try to put them back in place.