Wrapped in Honey 48/49
"Dean?" Sam said and shook his shoulder. "C'mon, baby. Wake up."
"Five minutes." Dean mumbled and drew the blanket over his head.
"You said the same five minutes ago." Sam answered and he sounded way too cheerful this early in the morning. Was it morning? Dean frowned but decided that he didn't care. He wanted to sleep, just for a little while longer.
"Sheriff Mills is going to arrest me for killing you and burying your body somewhere in the yard under an old car wreck if you don't show your face soon." Sam almost whined. "And Bobby is going to kill me if I show up alone to pick him up. Dean." He drew out Dean's name like a whiny five-year-old.
"Bobby's coming home?" Dean peeked out from under the blanket, not sure yet if this was worth waking up for.
"He called this morning." Sam confirmed. "He wasn't happy when he heard you were sleeping. Again."
Confused Dean sat up. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed and apparently fully healed as well.
"How long have I been out?" Dean asked. He still felt the lingering tiredness of Sam's feeding deep in his bones. Even in the beginning of their arrangement when he hadn't been used to this he had never felt this tired.
"Over two days." Sam said. "Sorry, I really sucked you dry this time."
The memory of that came back to Dean.
"Good times." He smiled to himself, that had been the best marathon sex ever. "How do you feel?" Sam looked good but that didn't have to mean anything.
"I'm fine. How about you?"
Dean considered the question for a moment. He felt bone-deep tired and his body was aching like he'd run a marathon the other day, which he kinda had, but otherwise he was fine. His headache was gone, too.
"My arm's throbbing a bit." He finally said. "But I had to carry your sorry ass around the house so I know where that's coming from." He dropped back into the pillow. Sleep was gone for now but he was content with just lying here, warm and cozy.
"I have your painkillers here." Sam offered.
Dean took the pills and washed them down with a glass of water.
"I'm sorry." Sam said.
"Don't be." Dean caught his hand and gave it a little squeeze. "You saved my life and almost payed with yours for that."
"It hurts like hell." Sam admitted. "But bullets can't kill me. Not regular ones anyway."
"Yeah, Benny said something like that." Dean wondered if Sam had spoken to the vampire lately or if he should call him to tell him that Sam was fine.
"I'm an incubus." Sam said. "There is only one way to kill me." He reached for something out of Dean's view and came up with some kind of antique dagger.
"What's that?" Dean asked when Sam just held it in his lose hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"A bronze dagger." He finally answered. "Bronze through the heart, that's the only way to kill me." He stretched out his hand. "I want you to have it."
Dean's mouth went dry.
"You sure?" He eyed the dagger on Sam's open palm. What Sam was offering him here ...
"I said I want to be with you in an equal relationship." Sam said, hand still steady, offering the dagger. "I'm stronger than you and I need to feed on you. It's only fair that you know my weak point and have a weapon against me."
"It's not that the feeding is a bad thing on my part." Dean said and took the dagger. He had no intention to use it, not ever, but he knew what Sam was offering here. He brought their mouth together for a chaste kiss with closed lips. No matter how much he'd love to do more, his body was too wrung out to even consider sex at the moment.
"Thank you." Dean said and put the dagger on the nightstand.
After that Sam left him alone to grab a shower, according to Sam he stank like week old roadkill, and when he came downstairs, freshly showered and shaven, Sam had coffee ready for him.
"When do we have to pick up Bobby?" Dean asked around half a slice of toast. He hadn't eaten in how long? And with Sam sucking all the energy out of him, he needed to replace some calories.
"Around four." Sam answered, an amused eye on Dean. "His doctor would like to keep him for a day or two longer but with you being out of commission for the last two days he was ready to make a break for it with or without the doctor's permission. He thinks I keep you chained up in the basement or something."
Dean nodded to that. They still needed to set that one straight.
"And what was that about Jody?" Dean recalled that bit.
"She wants you to come in for an official statement." Sam answered with a sigh. "And she's just worried about you. I had to let her in to sneak a peek on you just to convince her that you were sleeping and not suffering from what has happened." He paused at that an Dean knew what was coming next.
"I'm fine." He insisted before Sam could ask the question. "I shot my dad and I'm fine."
He had been busy worrying about Sam so now was the first time that fact really sunk in. He had shot his dad. He didn't have a choice, it had been self-defense but that didn't change the fact that he'd pointed a shotgun at his father and had pulled the trigger.
"I'm glad that bastard is dead." He finally said, eyes fixed on the coffee in his cup.
"Have you killed before?" Sam asked gently.
"No." Dean shook his head, tears suddenly burning in his eyes. John had been his father after all. "But I don't regret it. He hurt you. He hurt Bobby." He paused. "He hurt me."
Suddenly Sam was at his side, strong arms around him.
"He won't hurt you ever again." Sam said. "You stopped him."
They sat like that for a moment and Dean thought about kissing Sam, just because he could, when the phone rang.
"You answer it." Sam said with a glare at the phone. "It's either the sheriff or Bobby and neither wants to talk to me."
It was Jody, asking how he was and if he felt up to coming in for his statement. They still had time before they had to pick up Bobby so Dean agreed to coming in right away.
"I'm driving." Sam snagged the keys when Dean reached for them.
"It's my car." Dean insisted. "And the concussion had cleared off. I'm fine." He considered jumping for the keys but Sam held them out of reach easily with his freakish long arms.
"We'll see." Sam said. "Maybe you can drive us back from the hospital."
Grumbling Dean let him have his way but he was planning his revenge. At least Sam drove her with respect and care so Dean hadn't much to complain about him driving. Except for the fact that he was driving, of course.
If he was honest, he was a little nervous about his statement, what if they'd found out that his version wasn't quite true?
Turned out he was worried for nothing. In the end, Jody just wrote down what he told her and didn't bat an eye at his story.
"You had no other choice, Dean." She assured him.
The funeral would be in two days, the coroner was already done with his report which went along with Dean's version so the case was closed.
"I'm not going to the funeral." Dean said right away and Jody didn't seem to be surprised. Once again she asked him how he was dealing, shooting somebody was a big deal after all and he wondered how often he would hear that question in the near future. He assured her that he was fine and that he had Sam to watch out for him. She gave him a hug and told him to call.
"That went easier than I thought." Dean said to Sam when they left the department.
"The first time you lied to the police?" Sam asked. When Dean gave him a look he raised his arms in a defensive manner. "What? I can hardly tell them the truth."
He had a point there.
"Keys." Dean held his hand out when they reached the car and this time Sam handed them over without complaining. Looked like Dean had proven that he was fully there again. "Okay, let's pick up Bobby before he hot-wires a car."
"What are you going to tell him?" Sam asked and Dean knew that he wasn't talking about what had happened with John. Not only.
"Hell, if I know." He shook his head. Telling Bobby about Sam buying him had been the stupidest idea ever. Now Sam was some rich pervert who just kept Dean around for random sex. And because he was such a nice guy he kept Dean on a long leash.
"What do you want?" Sam continued. "With us, I mean. If you want to stop this, you don't have to do anything with Bobby."
Dean felt the insecurity behind those words. Sam was asking him where they wanted to go from here and Dean knew that Sam would accept the decision Dean would make. He probably wouldn't like it but he would accept it.
"I haven't changed my mind. I want us." Dean said without a second of hesitation. "When you go home, I'm coming with you."
Sam didn't say anything to that, he just nodded and out of the corner of his eye Dean notice him blinking a little too often.
They reached the hospital and Sam offered to stay behind but Dean had nothing of that.
"It's you and me now." Dean reminded him. "He just has to deal with it. And hey, once he gets to know you better ..."
Sam didn't look optimistic at that but he followed Dean inside.
The deputies in front of the room were gone, with John dead there was no need for them here anymore. Dean knocked but didn't wait for an answer before he strolled in.
"Dean." Bobby greeted him before he was even through the door. Behind him he felt Sam hesitating and for a second Dean was sure that Sam would just turn and leave. So he grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him inside.
"And Sam." Bobby's voice dropped to a grumble.
"Hi." Sam said and just parked himself near the door. He didn't know Bobby, the only reason he was here was because Bobby was like a father to him, Dean got that and he just loved Sam even more for it.
Bobby sat fully clothed on the edge of his bed. He was still a little too pale but his eyes were awake, darting back and forth between his two visitors.
"Ready to go home?" Dean asked. Bobby had already packed, his bag was sitting at the end of the bed and he was only waiting for the last forms to fill out.
Dean drove them home. His wrist didn't bother him much and he would have actually enjoyed the ride if it hadn't been for his passengers.
There was a frosty silence in the car which Dean didn't like, not one bit. Sam had tried to start a conversation once or twice but had given up by now.
The same uncomfortable silence lay over their dinner table later. Bobby hadn't been amused when Dean had announced that Sam would stay with them until they drove home and of course Sam had immediately offered to stay in a hotel for a few days.
There was nothing Dean could say or do to convince Bobby that Sam wasn't the monster he thought him to be, his only hope was that over time the older man would accept Sam.
"Bobby." Dean said when he caught the other man alone. "Sam is not John 2.0, I know what I'm doing here. Just trust me on this, okay?"
Bobby studied him for a long moment before he gave him a slow nod. "My door is always open for you and I have a shotgun, just in case."
"I know."
Chapter 49
Masterpost