Wrapped in Honey 45/49
Chapter 45
Sam knew what the car meant to Dean so he got what Dean was saying when he offered to let Sam drive.
And she was a beauty. Sitting in the driver's seat Sam had to take moment to fully take in that he was about to drive Dean's car.
"You take good care of her." He observed.
"Like I said, she's family." Dean made himself comfortable in the passenger's seat.
Dean had referred to Bobby as family as well and the irony wasn't lost to Sam that Dean's family wasn't connected to him by blood. The only one who was blood didn't count. Not that Sam was an expert on the whole family thing. His father had died by the hands of hunters a long time ago but incubi were loners anyway so he couldn't really relate.
Sam started the car and the engine purred to life.
"Sweet." He had to admit and then carefully drove her down the driveway.
The car from the Sheriff's department was still parked outside and the deputy, not the one they'd seen yesterday, gave them a sharp nod when they passed.
John's still on the lose, was what shot through Sam's mind at that sight but at least the sheriff did everything she could to keep Dean and Bobby safe. And with Sam at his side, Dean was even safer. Not that anybody but Dean knew. However, Sam hoped that Dean felt at least a bit safer with him around.
He drove Dean over to the hospital where he dropped him off. Sam was probably the last person Bobby wanted to see right now and he didn't actually know him so he figured that it was for the best if he let Dean visit him alone. He was sure that the room was still guarded by a deputy or two so Sam didn't worry too much about Dean.
"Call me when you're ready to leave." Sam said and kissed him goodbye. Then he watched Dean heading for the entrance. As long as he didn't see his battered face Sam could pretend that Dean was fine, the sprained wrist didn't really count, but he knew that Dean was still suffering from the concussion so he just hoped that Dean would get some rest while he sat at Bobby's side.
Dean's fine, he reminded himself and drove out of the lot. With no real destination in mind he headed into town. The weather wasn't nice enough to be outside, it wasn't raining yet but the clouds where dark and heavy, so he had to either stay in the car or find something else to do.
In the end he found a nice little coffee shop and settled somewhere in the back with his book and a caramel cappuccino. He hoped Bobby didn't mind that he'd borrowed the book but he would bring it back before the man came out of the hospital anyway so he wouldn't even know.
For a moment he let his mind wander to Dean and Bobby and he wondered if Dean had told the other man where Sam was staying. And what Bobby had to say to that. With a little smile on his lips he went back to the book until around noon Dean called.
It spoke for itself that Dean wanted to go home already and Sam figured as nice as the two orgasms in the morning had been, they hadn't been the best thing for his concussion. And Sam feeding on him of course. He hadn't taken much but hadn't been able to resist either.
He picked Dean up from the hospital who was sleeping with his head against the glass of the window again before they'd even left the parking lot.
Carefully Sam drove him home where he had to coax him awake far enough to get him back inside and on the couch.
Dean slept through the whole afternoon and only woke up when it was time for dinner. Sam had settled for canned food again. Dean complained about that but shut up when Sam threatened to actually cook the next day.
They had cleaned up and had made themselves comfy on the couch for a lazy evening in front of the TV, not that Sam expected Dean to be still awake for the first commercial break, when suddenly the front door burst open.
"Daddy's home!" A voice yelled down the hallway and like one Sam and Dean jumped to their feet.
"Shit." Sam muttered and wondered where the deputy was who should prevent something like this.
Then he saw John Winchester for the first time. The man was tall with broad shoulders, a scruff beard and insanity in his eyes.
When he noticed Sam, the man stopped dead in his tracks. He probably hadn't expected a visitor.
"Who're you?" He growled.
"None of your business." Sam straightened up to his full height and tried to sneak his hand in his pocket where he kept his phone.
"I don't think so." John raised his hand, gun pointing at them. "Hands where I can see."
If John had been aiming at Sam he would have went through with his plan to call 911 but the way John held the gun he could hit Dean as well and Sam just couldn't risk that. So he raised his hands and made a little step forward to get between John and Dean. He could only hope that Dean remembered the almost invincible part on his side and wouldn't try to play hero himself.
"Let me guess." John looked in disgust from Sam to Dean. "That's the new one you like up your ass."
"You know nothing about me." Dean answered in a low voice but Sam could feel him shaking.
"I'm your father, I raised you." John focused on Dean. "And how did you thank me? You ungrateful little brat?"
Sam knew where this was heading. John would spread his poison by telling Dean what a failure he was, how disappointed he was by his son and all that. Words that were meant to hurt and John knew exactly how to hurt Dean, he'd done it all his life. But that wouldn't be enough.
John would shoot Dean. Simple as that. He may claim afterwards that he hadn't meant to, that it had been an accident but truth be told, he was here to kill his son.
He didn't come back, risking to get caught again, just to have a little chat with Dean. Sam didn't know what John had done to the deputy outside but it didn't matter if the man was dead or just injured, John had crossed a line there. And he hadn't done that, risk so much, just to yell at his son and wield his gun.
No, he came here with the intention to kill Dean. And Sam couldn't let that happen.
John may be the one with the gun but he thought both his opponents were human and that was where he was wrong. Sam inched farther forward, trying to shield Dean with his body. Getting shot would suck and make things a little more complicated but that was it. He wasn't that easy to kill.
"Hey, hey." Suddenly John's attention was on him again. "What do you think you're doing? Playing hero? Wanna rescue your precious little fairy?"
The gun was now aimed directly at his chest just like Sam had hoped.
"You have one chance." Sam let his true nature bleed into his appearance. He may not have claws or sharp teeth but he was one of the things lurking in the dark that had made humanity huddle around the fire since the beginning of time. He was one of the things that woke primal fear in the heart of man.
"Run." He saw the exact moment when John realized that the thing coming for him wasn't human. Sadly, John Winchester was more of a fight than a flight type of man.
He fired the gun.
Sam felt the bullet hitting him in the left shoulder, it hurt but it didn't stop him. With a growl he was over John, hand closing around his throat and lifting him up. The man struggled in his grip, clawing at Sam's hand but he stood no chance against Sam.
"You had your chance." Sam growled and tightened his grip. He usually wasn't for killing humans. But this one deserved it.
"Sam." Suddenly Dean was at his side. "Don't."
Sam didn't want to hear him, he wanted to squash John like the insect he was, make him suffer for what he'd done to Dean.
"Sammy, please." Dean's hand was suddenly on his forearm. Their eyes met. "Let him go."
Sam shook his head, he didn't want to let him go, but Dean kept his eyes locked with him while he gently pressed down on Sam's arm. John with all his struggling wasn't able to break Sam's hold but Dean's gentle gesture was enough for Sam to let go. John dropped to the floor, coughing and gasping, while Sam took a step back. He still wanted to kill this man and if he stayed near him for too long he still might but for now he was done.
"Call the sheriff." Sam said without letting John out of his sight. He wasn't sure what the man would do next but he had no intention to let him escape again. At least this time they would put him behind bars for good. And if not, he would throw every deadly creature he knew in his path. John Winchester would never lay a hand on his son again. He wouldn't even be in the same state as Dean if Sam could prevent it.
Behind him he heard Dean speaking on the phone, telling the sheriff that John was here and that they should hurry.
Sam made the mistake to throw a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that Dean was okay.
John had still been on the ground, gasping for air like a fish on dry land, but the second Sam let him out of his sight, he darted forward to where his gun had fallen. Sam caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and his first reaction was to throw himself between John and Dean. Turned out John wasn't heading for Dean anyway. Still half-lying on the floor he aimed directly at Sam.
"Die, you freak!" He yelled followed by rapid gunfire. Sam felt the impacts, too many to count. Not feeling pain, or anything at all, he dropped to his knees. The gun still fired.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
He looked directly into the black hole of the muzzle. From the side Dean came into his line of view, he moved slowly like he was under water or maybe Sam was. He had something in his hands. A shotgun? Where did that come from?
Before Sam could figure it out, the black hole of the muzzle exploded right in front of his eyes. And everything went dark.
He couldn't see or hear and he wasn't even sure if he was conscious, probably not, not really, but he could feel. He was lifted up, dragged around, arms around him, something solid behind him. Dean?
"Please, Sammy." The words barely made it through the ringing in his ears. "You can't die, not now. Not like this."
Sam couldn't focus, his body was on fire and at the same time cold and numb. He didn't have much time.
"No ambulance." He tried to tell Dean but wasn't sure if he actually brought the words out. He tasted blood in the back of his throat and there was wetness beneath him. He was fading fast. The only thing making him cling to consciousness was Dean. Dean didn't know.
"Call Benny. Call Ben..." He choked on his own blood. He couldn't breathe anymore but at that point he didn't care anymore either. His heart stopped beating.
Chapter 46
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