That Voodoo you do
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Sam and Dean get a case from Bobby that ends up forcing them to face things they never have. There's Voodoo and Wincest, How can that be bad? First chapter is tame guys.
"Bobby called, we got a case." Dean said as he came in to their motel room, kicking the door shut with his foot. He crossed the room handing the coffee and donuts to Sam.
"Your so driving, I've had maybe 3 hours sleep tops." Sam grumbled as he started throwing clothes in his duffle. He watched Dean move around the room, it was always amazing to him how Dean could erase any sign of their existence within 5 minutes. He didn't disappoint today, he might have cleared them out in record time. He was already heading to the door before Sam got his zipper shut on his bag. Sam grabbed the duffel and followed his brother out the door. He watched him throw everything in the trunk and settled into the Impala. Sam took his place beside Dean, he couldn't help but notice the nerves radiating off his brother. "So this case, what did bobby tell you?" He eyed Dean carefully waiting for the response.
"We got a five hour drive, some little town in Louisiana. He didn't know much, repeating deaths over a 30 year span." Dean willed himself to appear calmer, he knew he was on edge. The few details Bobby gave him on the case made him question his sense of self preservation, Sam didn't need to know yet. He snuck a sideways glance at Sam, he couldn't tell if he was buying it. Not that it mattered, Sam would question too much if he knew more, so for now Dean would play dumb.
"30 years, no other hunters have gone at this one? How many deaths?"
"I don't know Sam, about 20. Maybe the pattern hadn't been picked up on." Dean shrugged and flipped the radio on, Metallica drowning out any more questions Sam had churning around in that over sized brain.
Sam thought about pushing it, but he knew when to back off. If Dean didn't want to give up the information then he could wait. They had 5 hours till they got to their destination, he could wait that long to get more answers. For now sleep was calling, he wasn't going to fight it.
They had been driving for an hour, Sam had been out for about half that time. Now Dean could clearly see he was dreaming. It was almost distracting. Sam's lids fluttered, a half smile dancing at his lips. His breathing was even picking up. Dean was amused, clearly Sam was having a good dream. Dean caught himself sneaking glances at his brother, in the four years Sam had spent away he had really grown into a man. Spending the last year with Dean had fined tuned his muscles back to their pre Stanford state. The difference is a boy left for Stanford and a man returned. Dean shouldn't notice any of that, and he certainly shouldn't be feeling his breathing pick up as Sam starts to make just the slightest little noises. Dean was used to Sam's sleep sounds, pain filled cries, moans and protests to whatever evil was haunting his dreams. These were not those types of sounds, these were new. Sam was laying with his head back against the door, Dean could see another half smile cross his face. Another very pleasurable sound slipped through his brothers lips. Dean gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles were starting to turn white. Finally a word tumbled out of Sam's mouth, "Dean". That one word almost sent them careening into an eighteen wheeler.
"Dude!" Sam yelled as he awoke to the car swerving back across the lane that Dean clearly wasn't supposed to be in. Quickly noticing he needed to readjust his jeans, hmm clearly a good dream, wish he could remember it. He looked at his brother as he tried to clear his head from a sleep filled fog. Dean on the other hand looked shell shocked, flushed and eyes wide. It was almost amusing. "Ok Dean, pull over. Clearly I am not the only one sleep deprived."
Dean pulled into the first diner they came to. He almost flung himself from the car. Sam looked completely taken back, watching Dean half stumble half run into the diner. Dean walked through the doors and straight to the bathroom. He turned the water as cold as it could get and submersed his face. He gripped the sides of the sink meeting his own guilty eyes. Sure, Sam had said his name while moaning, but he had been getting into what he was hearing long before that bomb dropped. There's no way that was normal. Maybe if Sam had never said, well what he said, he would have laughed at him when he woke up and never felt this way. The fact that his name was the one on his brothers lips, that made that whole ordeal off limits. What if Sam remembered? No, he had to pull himself together and go out there and act normal. He dried his face off and headed back out in the diner, fake smile firmly in place.
"You ok? I mean, I know you love the car but does it mess you up that bad thinking you almost wrecked it?" Sam asked from the booth he had chosen, drinks already sitting in their spots and no menus. After all these backroad diners he had no problem ordering for Dean.
Dean laughed off the question and watched his brother for signs that he knew what had happened. He seemed pretty comfortable, clearly he had no idea. Dean let out a breath he had no idea he was holding.
"So how close are we? What another hour or so?" Sam asked as the waitress brought his salad and Deans burger.
"No about 3 more, but yeah, you can drive awhile. The salt and burn last night clearly took more out of me than I thought."
"Yeah, seems so, ok tell me more about the case Dean. I know your holding back info."
"It's a town just outside of New Orleans, those places make me nervous. Voodoo and Hoodoo, all kinds of crazy stuff. I just want to get there and see what is going on before we draw any conclusions." Dean dropped his eyes. Sam always knows when he's only giving half truths. He really hope he wouldn't keep pushing the issue.
Sam didn't respond, he knew Dean was still holding back, and he knew there would be some catch to this case. Clearly something Dean already didn't like and he undoubtly wouldn't either. They ate in silence, it was awkward. Clearly time to get back on the road.
After 20 quiet minutes Dean dumped the keys in Sam's hand as they headed back to the Impala. Dean made it clear he was going to sleep. At least then he wouldn't be prompted to talk. He was going to have to fake it, his mind was going 90 to nothing. The hunt was going to be dangerous and now he had all the impure Sam thoughts rattling in his head. With his eyes closed images of Sam came front and center. It didn't help his brothers warm body was less than a foot away from his own, he could smell Sam. The familiar smell igniting his senses. At what point had he ever had those kinds of thoughts in his head. Maybe a lot longer than he knew it, Sam was always the one steady thing in Dean's life. The one person he could trust and rely on. There were the four years he was gone but Dean knew it wasn't him he was escaping, he had thought it was. It had crushed him, he had barley been a functioning human being in the first couple months. They had shared a bed till the night Sam left, always being on the road with their Dad it was just what they did. It was normal for Dean to wake and find his brothers hand on his arm, or leg linked with his own. There was nothing to it, it had been normal it had made him feel secure and needed. Those four years the ache for Sam beside him when he woke never dulled. He replaced it with drinking himself stupid and sleeping with every willing girl he could find. Suddenly he was seeing he felt for Sam how anyone would feel for a lover, just without the sex. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen this before, how sick and twisted he really is. If his father knew the kinds of thoughts he was having he would take him to the tool shed figuratively speaking. Shit, he might just shoot him where he stood and be done with him. This, thing whatever it was stays locked up. Forget his father, Sam would be gone, there would be no coming back from those revelations. He clearly needed to find the first chick willing to put out and take a lot of advantage of it.
3 hours later Sam woke a drooling Dean with a smack to the back of his head. "Dean, geez I need to know where I am going."
Dean gave him directions to Metairie. They quickly found a Motel and got checked in. It was about 3 in the afternoon. Plenty of time to start scoping out the case. "Ok Dean, we are here, whatever it is that your holding back it's time to spill." Sam said as he laid back on the bed.
A look of panic took over Dean's face, trying to wipe it clear as soon as it happened. Sam meant the case, not the other. The other needed to leave his mind, now. "Look, I held some details back cause the nature of the case. I was already worried about it, you didn't need to for a 5 hour drive. In fact I asked Bobby to get someone else to take the case, but he insisted it had to be us."
Sam raised his eyebrows at that information, Dean doesn't just turn down cases. He waited for him to continue.
"So the back story on the case, it's Voodoo done about 30 years ago. A scorned lover. That's the most I know on the origin, but she cast it on brothers. The past 30 years every three years a set of brothers die. This is the three year mark, we are supposed to stop it before it happens again."
"So, we, brothers are here just in time to be the targets. Amazing." Sam sighed and sat up on the bed. "Why would Bobby insist we do this, we get whammied by everything that's not intended for us. It's not such a great idea for us to walk into something tailor made for us." Now he knew why Dean hadn't told him, yeah he'd have over analyzed the idea of taking the case the whole ride. Now they were there, might as well bite the bullet.
Sam and Dean get a case from Bobby that ends up forcing them to face things they never have. There's Voodoo and Wincest, How can that be bad? First chapter is tame guys.
"Bobby called, we got a case." Dean said as he came in to their motel room, kicking the door shut with his foot. He crossed the room handing the coffee and donuts to Sam.
"Your so driving, I've had maybe 3 hours sleep tops." Sam grumbled as he started throwing clothes in his duffle. He watched Dean move around the room, it was always amazing to him how Dean could erase any sign of their existence within 5 minutes. He didn't disappoint today, he might have cleared them out in record time. He was already heading to the door before Sam got his zipper shut on his bag. Sam grabbed the duffel and followed his brother out the door. He watched him throw everything in the trunk and settled into the Impala. Sam took his place beside Dean, he couldn't help but notice the nerves radiating off his brother. "So this case, what did bobby tell you?" He eyed Dean carefully waiting for the response.
"We got a five hour drive, some little town in Louisiana. He didn't know much, repeating deaths over a 30 year span." Dean willed himself to appear calmer, he knew he was on edge. The few details Bobby gave him on the case made him question his sense of self preservation, Sam didn't need to know yet. He snuck a sideways glance at Sam, he couldn't tell if he was buying it. Not that it mattered, Sam would question too much if he knew more, so for now Dean would play dumb.
"30 years, no other hunters have gone at this one? How many deaths?"
"I don't know Sam, about 20. Maybe the pattern hadn't been picked up on." Dean shrugged and flipped the radio on, Metallica drowning out any more questions Sam had churning around in that over sized brain.
Sam thought about pushing it, but he knew when to back off. If Dean didn't want to give up the information then he could wait. They had 5 hours till they got to their destination, he could wait that long to get more answers. For now sleep was calling, he wasn't going to fight it.
They had been driving for an hour, Sam had been out for about half that time. Now Dean could clearly see he was dreaming. It was almost distracting. Sam's lids fluttered, a half smile dancing at his lips. His breathing was even picking up. Dean was amused, clearly Sam was having a good dream. Dean caught himself sneaking glances at his brother, in the four years Sam had spent away he had really grown into a man. Spending the last year with Dean had fined tuned his muscles back to their pre Stanford state. The difference is a boy left for Stanford and a man returned. Dean shouldn't notice any of that, and he certainly shouldn't be feeling his breathing pick up as Sam starts to make just the slightest little noises. Dean was used to Sam's sleep sounds, pain filled cries, moans and protests to whatever evil was haunting his dreams. These were not those types of sounds, these were new. Sam was laying with his head back against the door, Dean could see another half smile cross his face. Another very pleasurable sound slipped through his brothers lips. Dean gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles were starting to turn white. Finally a word tumbled out of Sam's mouth, "Dean". That one word almost sent them careening into an eighteen wheeler.
"Dude!" Sam yelled as he awoke to the car swerving back across the lane that Dean clearly wasn't supposed to be in. Quickly noticing he needed to readjust his jeans, hmm clearly a good dream, wish he could remember it. He looked at his brother as he tried to clear his head from a sleep filled fog. Dean on the other hand looked shell shocked, flushed and eyes wide. It was almost amusing. "Ok Dean, pull over. Clearly I am not the only one sleep deprived."
Dean pulled into the first diner they came to. He almost flung himself from the car. Sam looked completely taken back, watching Dean half stumble half run into the diner. Dean walked through the doors and straight to the bathroom. He turned the water as cold as it could get and submersed his face. He gripped the sides of the sink meeting his own guilty eyes. Sure, Sam had said his name while moaning, but he had been getting into what he was hearing long before that bomb dropped. There's no way that was normal. Maybe if Sam had never said, well what he said, he would have laughed at him when he woke up and never felt this way. The fact that his name was the one on his brothers lips, that made that whole ordeal off limits. What if Sam remembered? No, he had to pull himself together and go out there and act normal. He dried his face off and headed back out in the diner, fake smile firmly in place.
"You ok? I mean, I know you love the car but does it mess you up that bad thinking you almost wrecked it?" Sam asked from the booth he had chosen, drinks already sitting in their spots and no menus. After all these backroad diners he had no problem ordering for Dean.
Dean laughed off the question and watched his brother for signs that he knew what had happened. He seemed pretty comfortable, clearly he had no idea. Dean let out a breath he had no idea he was holding.
"So how close are we? What another hour or so?" Sam asked as the waitress brought his salad and Deans burger.
"No about 3 more, but yeah, you can drive awhile. The salt and burn last night clearly took more out of me than I thought."
"Yeah, seems so, ok tell me more about the case Dean. I know your holding back info."
"It's a town just outside of New Orleans, those places make me nervous. Voodoo and Hoodoo, all kinds of crazy stuff. I just want to get there and see what is going on before we draw any conclusions." Dean dropped his eyes. Sam always knows when he's only giving half truths. He really hope he wouldn't keep pushing the issue.
Sam didn't respond, he knew Dean was still holding back, and he knew there would be some catch to this case. Clearly something Dean already didn't like and he undoubtly wouldn't either. They ate in silence, it was awkward. Clearly time to get back on the road.
After 20 quiet minutes Dean dumped the keys in Sam's hand as they headed back to the Impala. Dean made it clear he was going to sleep. At least then he wouldn't be prompted to talk. He was going to have to fake it, his mind was going 90 to nothing. The hunt was going to be dangerous and now he had all the impure Sam thoughts rattling in his head. With his eyes closed images of Sam came front and center. It didn't help his brothers warm body was less than a foot away from his own, he could smell Sam. The familiar smell igniting his senses. At what point had he ever had those kinds of thoughts in his head. Maybe a lot longer than he knew it, Sam was always the one steady thing in Dean's life. The one person he could trust and rely on. There were the four years he was gone but Dean knew it wasn't him he was escaping, he had thought it was. It had crushed him, he had barley been a functioning human being in the first couple months. They had shared a bed till the night Sam left, always being on the road with their Dad it was just what they did. It was normal for Dean to wake and find his brothers hand on his arm, or leg linked with his own. There was nothing to it, it had been normal it had made him feel secure and needed. Those four years the ache for Sam beside him when he woke never dulled. He replaced it with drinking himself stupid and sleeping with every willing girl he could find. Suddenly he was seeing he felt for Sam how anyone would feel for a lover, just without the sex. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen this before, how sick and twisted he really is. If his father knew the kinds of thoughts he was having he would take him to the tool shed figuratively speaking. Shit, he might just shoot him where he stood and be done with him. This, thing whatever it was stays locked up. Forget his father, Sam would be gone, there would be no coming back from those revelations. He clearly needed to find the first chick willing to put out and take a lot of advantage of it.
3 hours later Sam woke a drooling Dean with a smack to the back of his head. "Dean, geez I need to know where I am going."
Dean gave him directions to Metairie. They quickly found a Motel and got checked in. It was about 3 in the afternoon. Plenty of time to start scoping out the case. "Ok Dean, we are here, whatever it is that your holding back it's time to spill." Sam said as he laid back on the bed.
A look of panic took over Dean's face, trying to wipe it clear as soon as it happened. Sam meant the case, not the other. The other needed to leave his mind, now. "Look, I held some details back cause the nature of the case. I was already worried about it, you didn't need to for a 5 hour drive. In fact I asked Bobby to get someone else to take the case, but he insisted it had to be us."
Sam raised his eyebrows at that information, Dean doesn't just turn down cases. He waited for him to continue.
"So the back story on the case, it's Voodoo done about 30 years ago. A scorned lover. That's the most I know on the origin, but she cast it on brothers. The past 30 years every three years a set of brothers die. This is the three year mark, we are supposed to stop it before it happens again."
"So, we, brothers are here just in time to be the targets. Amazing." Sam sighed and sat up on the bed. "Why would Bobby insist we do this, we get whammied by everything that's not intended for us. It's not such a great idea for us to walk into something tailor made for us." Now he knew why Dean hadn't told him, yeah he'd have over analyzed the idea of taking the case the whole ride. Now they were there, might as well bite the bullet.