If it's red, drink it.
Title: If it's red, drink it.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters
A/N: Guys, I'm going away on vacation for the next 10 days. I'll update as soon as I'm back. Have a great New Year!!!
Chapter 76
Dean finished a bag of chips and washed it down with some stale beer. He had already sat through so many hours of camera footage that it was a miracle he could still keep his focus. After watching so many cars and roads, after reading so many license plates and rewinding tapes, all Dean wanted was to stop and say to hell with it, but there was too much at stake. There was his dad, and Sam, who depended on him not giving up.
At the end of the week, Dean had a few clues. He had spotted Azazel's car in the footage of a few of the security cameras he'd obtained access to. Based on what he had watched, he had an idea of the main road Azazel had taken, and at what time he had returned, but there were still too many possibilities concerning the towns he must have visited.
Sometimes Dean felt his heart tighten with sheer panic, as if it didn't matter how much he tried, he wouldn't be able to track John down and rescue him, and if he didn't do that, then Sam and he would never be together again. And not only was Sam his husband, he was also his brother, and Dean couldn't leave him behind with Azazel, the very thought that the vampire might be hurting Sam was painful to bear.
Dean kicked some boxes on the floor as he sat in an office at the back of some gas station. The footage was over, and he had nothing new. Despair was a rising feeling that felt tight around his throat, and it took a lot not to give in and give up at that moment.
Dean stood up and straightened his tie-he was now wearing suits and ties and a fake ID, because that opened doors and made people very helpful. He left the office and met the clerk outside.
"Thank you," he said.
"Did you find what you were looking for, officer?" the young man asked.
"Not really. But thanks."
Dean walked past him and towards the Impala, where he sat down and put his arms on the wheel, resting his forehead against his hands.
What if Sam wasn't the only one being possibly hurt right now? What if Azazel's vampires were hurting his dad, too? The thought of John being tortured in some abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, where no one could hear him scream, made Dean clench his fingers around the wheel and groan with frustration. It was bad enough having to picture Azazel sinking his fangs into Sam's neck an drinking from him, and now he was also picturing his father in an abandoned house or perhaps a warehouse, or some sort of hospital building where…
Dean lifted his head and looked out the window.
Where was Azazel keeping John? If the vampire had kidnapped his father so suddenly, he probably didn't have much time to plan things, and he most likely had taken John to a hiding place he was familiar with. Perhaps some property in his name, a house he had in a town where he ran some sort of hospital business…?
Dean got out of the Impala quickly and walked towards the pay phone in the gas station. He dialed and waited. "C'mon, c'mon…pick up."
"Father Bobby."
"Hey, Bobby. It's Dean."
"Oh, hey Dean. How are you?"
"I'm good, listen," he didn't have time to waste. "Do you think you could ask Sam a favor?"
"I suppose…what do you need?"
"Ask him if he can give me a list of all the properties Azazel owns, let me see…" Dean unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket and told Bobby to write down names and numbers of roads. "I'm making progress, Bobby," Dean said then. "But without help it might be months before I get something concrete." Dean paused and there a tense silence for a few seconds. "We don't have months."
"I know. I'll talk to Sam, see what he can find."
"Thanks, Bobby." There was another pause, and Bobby could almost hear Dean struggling with his feelings. "Is he alright?"
"Yes. He misses you."
Dean felt his heart breaking and he shoved his closed fist into his mouth when the tears sprung to his eyes and almost made it to his voice. He couldn't speak, he just nodded against the phone, and even though Bobby couldn't see it, it was almost as if he could.
Dean hung up the phone and wiped at his eyes. Sam was smart, he had to find something that could help them…
~ * ~
Since Sam failed to pay Bobby the usual visit he paid him every two or three days, Bobby chose to stop by Sam's new address in the middle of the afternoon. Normally, the priest wouldn't be that bold, but since Glasstown was a small town, and everyone took an interest in the billionaire living with the Prince, gossip got around. Bobby knew Lucifer wasn't in town, and since Azazel was probably at the hospital, he decided to check on the boy.
"Hi." Sam seemed surprised when he opened the door just a little.
"You haven't dropped by. I thought I'd stop by and pay you a visit."
"I'm fine," Sam said quickly, his voice lifeless.
Bobby's attention picked up immediately at the tone in the boy's voice and his worry grew. He tried to step into the house but Sam stepped back and tried to close the door, which caused Bobby to feel even more suspicious.
"Sorry, are you not alone?" he frowned.
"I'm alone," Sam said. "I mean, there's a maid somewhere, but Lucifer isn't here."
"Azazel?"
"No." Sam shook his head.
"Then what happened?"
"Nothing," Sam lied. "I'm just…" he was going to say busy, but he knew that would have sounded like complete bullshit. He had nothing to do all day. "I don't feel very well, could you come back some other day?" The truth was that Sam didn't want Bobby to take a close look at him and see the nasty bruises on his neck and arms, where Azazel's forceful drinking had marked his skin. Neither did Sam want Bobby to see the broken wrist wrapped around bandages. He didn't want the priest to be worried. If Bobby didn't know, then neither would Dean.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Bobby was very suspicious. Sam didn't look awful or anything, but he was hiding something. "It's just that Dean called, and he needs a favor from you." Bobby knew he could just tell Sam what Dean wanted and hand him the note with the roads and interstates Dean had written down, but he didn't move a muscle, wondering if Sam would give in and open the door.
The mention of Dean's name had an obvious effect on Sam. The boy looked hurt and sad, but also hopeful in a way that was heartbreaking.
"Does he have any leads?" Sam asked.
"Can I come in?" Bobby had promised to look after Sam as much as he could, so he insisted.
The boy took a deep breath and nodded. He stepped aside to let Bobby into the house and closed the door behind him.
The moment Bobby was inside and took a good look at the part of Sam's body he had been hiding behind the door, he frowned and his heart raced. "Jesus, Sam."
Sam swallowed hard and stared at the floor.
"Is that wrist broken?" Bobby pointed at the compressive bandages around the boy's left wrist.
Sam bit down hard on his bottom lip. "It'll be okay," he said, and his voice was barely above a whisper.
Bobby looked at the bruises on the boy's arms and his blood boiled. He let Sam guide them to a private room and close the door, and the moment they were alone, Bobby needed to ask.
"Was it Lucifer?" the priest had faked married Sam to that man, after all. He felt responsible. "Is he hurting you?"
"What? No," Sam said quickly. "It wasn't Lucifer."
Bobby searched Sam's face carefully.
"He's actually…well, I can't complain. He's been very good to me."
"You got bruises and a broken wrist," Bobby pointed out.
"It was Azazel," Sam shrugged. "He wanted to drink my blood."
"And you said no," Bobby understood it then.
"I said no," Sam agreed.
"He didn't like it."
"He didn't."
For a moment they didn't say anything. Bobby stared at Sam and Sam stared at his feet.
"Sam, I…"
"You don’t have to say anything," Sam interrupted him. "I'm fine. Dean is doing his part, John is hopefully hanging on, and I'm doing my part, so it's fine."
"It's not fine. It's not your part to be beat and abused like that."
Sam wanted to cry, but at the same time he hated the tears threatening to surface.
"Bobby, please…" he waved a hand before himself. "Please just tell me what Dean needs…"
The saddest part was that Sam was right. Even if it was horrifying and wrong, there was nothing Bobby, or anyone, could do for him right now. Sam had to be strong and hang in there, and the fact that Bobby couldn't really help him just made him hate Azazel even more, if that was even possible.
"You know Dean's been watching videos form security cameras to try and recreate Azazel's movements that day. He gave me some roads and numbers. He has an idea of where Azazel drove to, but the possibilities are still a lot. He needs you to narrow it down. Can you go into the mansion and find some paperwork that point towards Azazel's properties in any of these locations?" Bobby gave Sam the paper.
"I…I suppose."
"Your dad visits hospitals and clinics all over the state and the country. Perhaps he has a house or a farm in one of these places, a secluded place where he might have taken John in a hurry."
"Right. I'm sure he has land in other places, and if he does, then he probably has to pay bills to maintain them. I'll go in and see what I can find." Sam knew it could be a long shot, but Dean was getting somewhere, and perhaps this could work. If he found out that Azazel owned land near one of the roads Dean had seen him drive by, then that could give Dean a good lead on where John might be.
"Good. Come by the church when you have something."
"I will."
"And Sam…" Bobby put a hand on the boy's shoulder. There was so much to say, and yet, at the same time, there was nothing to say. So, instead of words, Bobby squeezed the boy's shoulder hard and looked at him with so much love that Sam could feel the warmth of that affection in his heart.
"I'm fine. You can go."
Bobby nodded as Sam walked him to the door. Before the priest could leave, though, Sam needed something.
"Bobby? Please don't-"
"I won't tell him," Bobby reassured him. Sam was fine, he would always be fine when Dean called. Right now was not the moment to let Dean know how much the boy really depended on his finding John.
"Thank you."
~ * ~
Sam waited until the following day to do what Dean had asked, because he wanted to have plenty of time to go through Azazel's paperwork. He woke up early and waited until he was certain Azazel would have left for the hospital, then Sam left his home and walked to the mansion, since it wasn't very far.
The guards let him in without any sort of question. Sam was anxious about finding something useful, and he was also worried because he knew he had to be discreet.
When he walked in, at first he sighed with relief because he didn't hear anyone in the house, but then there were footsteps and he tensed.
"Sam? What are you doing here?"
Sam relaxed when he saw Meg. "I need something. What are you doing here?"
"My mom wasn't feeling very well. She asked me to take over today."
"Is everything alright with Mrs. Higgs?"
"She's got back pains, but she'll be fine." Meg walked closer to Sam, obviously inspecting him. Sam tensed again as he felt himself being studied by her. "What the hell happened, Sam? Why is everything a mess?"
Sam sighed. There was no point in hiding things from her.
"Azazel found out about Dean and I being together. He kidnapped John Winchester. He's blackmailing us. Dean is out there trying to find his dad." Sam didn't need to tell her the entire truth, though. Meg didn't need to know that Dean's dad and his dad were the same person.
"Holy shit. What a fucking mess."
"He got me to marry Lucifer, but…"
"You're just waiting for Dean to bring John back so you can get the hell out of this arranged marriage, right?"
Sam nodded.
"Good. How can I help?"
Sam arched an eyebrow and thought quickly. "Actually…I'm here to try and find anything about property Azazel could own in these addresses," Sam handed her a folded message. "Dean's been trying to track the car Azazel used the day he took John. If we could find something that ties Azazel to having a house in any of the towns near these places, then perhaps we'll find him."
"Great. Azazel won't be home for many hours. Should we go to his office?"
"Will you really help me go over paperwork?"
"Only if you promise me you'll run away with Dean the moment John is safe."
"I do," Sam answered quickly.
"Then lead the way," Meg smiled mischievously and pointed towards the stairs.
~ * ~
Around evening, before going home, Sam stopped by the church carrying a folder with some documents inside. The boy had taken the secret passage down the church and knocked on the door that led straight to the classroom. He wanted to avoid any curious glances in his direction, especially since he could be carrying important information to help Dean.
Bobby opened the door and welcomed him.
"You look like shit," Bobby said.
Sam half-smiled. He felt like shit. After five or six hours of reading all sorts of documents in Meg's company, his eyes hurt and his brain was barely functional.
"I feel like shit, too. But I might have gotten something. Here," he handed Bobby the folder.
The priest opened it and took a look.
"There are about five houses that Azazel owns in locations that could be near the roads Dean is following. I circled them in red." Sam sat down and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Would you like a drink?" Bobby asked as he studied Sam. The boy looked exhausted.
"No, I'm fine. I need to go home. I just…" Sam looked sideways at the telephone on Bobby's desk. "Do you think I could…maybe…" Sam's heart raced, and Bobby's, fell.
"Sam…"
"I know I shouldn't, I just…"
"I don't have his number. He calls whenever he can. I'm sorry."
"Right." Sam felt a tight knot around his throat and nodded. "I suppose it would be hoping for too much that he happened to call right now, eh?" he tried to smile, but it sounded frail.
Bobby smiled softly at him.
"I…I need to go. I hope he calls soon." Sam shrugged off his feelings and thoughts, said goodbye and walked way.
~ * ~
Back home, Sam was so tired from all the reading and the tension of the day that he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep almost instantly.
He woke up hours later, when he felt a hand stroking his cheek.
Sam's heart raced and his eyes darted open. "Lucifer?!"
"Sorry I woke you baby… You looked so pretty, I couldn't help myself."
"What time is it? How long have I slept?" Sam was utterly confused. Lucifer wasn't supposed to be home for at least two or three more days.
The blond man laughed.
"You haven't slept for days, relax. I'm home early. I got one of the guys to take my place in a meeting so I could be home sooner."
"Oh." Sam stirred and moved a little, and when he did, Lucifer frowned and took his wrist gently.
"What happened?" Sam tried to pull his wrist away and winced in pain.
"I broke it. It's okay."
"How?"
"I fell down the stairs. It was stupid…"
"Why didn't you call me and tell me? I would've come home sooner." Lucifer's eyebrows were drawn tight with worry.
"It's okay, really. I took some pain killers and put lots of ice. It's getting better."
"Did you call your father so he could take a look at it?"
Sam felt a chilling fear grab his heart. It made sense that he would ask, Azazel was a doctor, and Lucifer didn't know what had happened.
"I'm okay. I promise. I just need to sleep."
"Then let me get you in bed."
"I can go, I'm fine…"
Lucifer wouldn't have it. He took Sam in his arms and carried him upstairs towards the bedroom, and honestly, after the tiring day and the pills Sam had popped, he didn't have it in him to fight it.
Lucifer laid him in bed gently and tucked him in.
"Good night, sweet Prince."
"Thank you, Lucifer." Sam said, and really meant it.
He closed his eyes and turned on his side, and a few minutes later he was fast asleep again.
Lucifer watched the boy for a long moment. As Sam's peaceful breathing filled the room, the older man buried his nose into Sam's hair and breathed in deeply. The delicious smell stirred his desire, despite his control. Lucifer felt himself stiffen in his pants as he cuddled Sam.
It was getting just too hard being so close and not being able to ravish that alluring boy. Lucifer could hardly wait to indulge in a series of dirty acts with him.
"Fuck." Lucifer reached down into his pants and stroked himself. He closed his eyes and breathed in Sam's scent, his nose grazing his neck and hair. Lucifer could hardly wait to take him, to open his legs and bury his dick inside his tight little ass. "Hm…" Lucifer jerked himself off faster and pictured himself bottoming out inside a begging Sam.
It didn't take him long. After a few desperate strokes, the sexual tension that had been building up made Lucifer fall over the edge and coat his hand with seed.
As he breathed deeply with temporary satisfaction, he studied the boy more closely, without the haze of lust, and it was when he noticed the fading puncture marks on Sam's neck and the brusing around them.
"Damn you, Azazel," Lucifer cursed. At the first opportunity, the vampire had taken advantage to suck Sam's blood. Lucifer felt his own blood boil, and he wondered if Azazel was going to be a problem.
Sam was his now.
A wicked thought took over and Lucifer took his hand out of his pants. He touched his fingers to the bite marks on Sam's neck, smearing his drying come on top of Azazel's mark, as if he was re-branding the boy.
"Mine," Lucifer smiled, pleased with himself.
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tbc...
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters
A/N: Guys, I'm going away on vacation for the next 10 days. I'll update as soon as I'm back. Have a great New Year!!!
Chapter 76
Dean finished a bag of chips and washed it down with some stale beer. He had already sat through so many hours of camera footage that it was a miracle he could still keep his focus. After watching so many cars and roads, after reading so many license plates and rewinding tapes, all Dean wanted was to stop and say to hell with it, but there was too much at stake. There was his dad, and Sam, who depended on him not giving up.
At the end of the week, Dean had a few clues. He had spotted Azazel's car in the footage of a few of the security cameras he'd obtained access to. Based on what he had watched, he had an idea of the main road Azazel had taken, and at what time he had returned, but there were still too many possibilities concerning the towns he must have visited.
Sometimes Dean felt his heart tighten with sheer panic, as if it didn't matter how much he tried, he wouldn't be able to track John down and rescue him, and if he didn't do that, then Sam and he would never be together again. And not only was Sam his husband, he was also his brother, and Dean couldn't leave him behind with Azazel, the very thought that the vampire might be hurting Sam was painful to bear.
Dean kicked some boxes on the floor as he sat in an office at the back of some gas station. The footage was over, and he had nothing new. Despair was a rising feeling that felt tight around his throat, and it took a lot not to give in and give up at that moment.
Dean stood up and straightened his tie-he was now wearing suits and ties and a fake ID, because that opened doors and made people very helpful. He left the office and met the clerk outside.
"Thank you," he said.
"Did you find what you were looking for, officer?" the young man asked.
"Not really. But thanks."
Dean walked past him and towards the Impala, where he sat down and put his arms on the wheel, resting his forehead against his hands.
What if Sam wasn't the only one being possibly hurt right now? What if Azazel's vampires were hurting his dad, too? The thought of John being tortured in some abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, where no one could hear him scream, made Dean clench his fingers around the wheel and groan with frustration. It was bad enough having to picture Azazel sinking his fangs into Sam's neck an drinking from him, and now he was also picturing his father in an abandoned house or perhaps a warehouse, or some sort of hospital building where…
Dean lifted his head and looked out the window.
Where was Azazel keeping John? If the vampire had kidnapped his father so suddenly, he probably didn't have much time to plan things, and he most likely had taken John to a hiding place he was familiar with. Perhaps some property in his name, a house he had in a town where he ran some sort of hospital business…?
Dean got out of the Impala quickly and walked towards the pay phone in the gas station. He dialed and waited. "C'mon, c'mon…pick up."
"Father Bobby."
"Hey, Bobby. It's Dean."
"Oh, hey Dean. How are you?"
"I'm good, listen," he didn't have time to waste. "Do you think you could ask Sam a favor?"
"I suppose…what do you need?"
"Ask him if he can give me a list of all the properties Azazel owns, let me see…" Dean unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket and told Bobby to write down names and numbers of roads. "I'm making progress, Bobby," Dean said then. "But without help it might be months before I get something concrete." Dean paused and there a tense silence for a few seconds. "We don't have months."
"I know. I'll talk to Sam, see what he can find."
"Thanks, Bobby." There was another pause, and Bobby could almost hear Dean struggling with his feelings. "Is he alright?"
"Yes. He misses you."
Dean felt his heart breaking and he shoved his closed fist into his mouth when the tears sprung to his eyes and almost made it to his voice. He couldn't speak, he just nodded against the phone, and even though Bobby couldn't see it, it was almost as if he could.
Dean hung up the phone and wiped at his eyes. Sam was smart, he had to find something that could help them…
~ * ~
Since Sam failed to pay Bobby the usual visit he paid him every two or three days, Bobby chose to stop by Sam's new address in the middle of the afternoon. Normally, the priest wouldn't be that bold, but since Glasstown was a small town, and everyone took an interest in the billionaire living with the Prince, gossip got around. Bobby knew Lucifer wasn't in town, and since Azazel was probably at the hospital, he decided to check on the boy.
"Hi." Sam seemed surprised when he opened the door just a little.
"You haven't dropped by. I thought I'd stop by and pay you a visit."
"I'm fine," Sam said quickly, his voice lifeless.
Bobby's attention picked up immediately at the tone in the boy's voice and his worry grew. He tried to step into the house but Sam stepped back and tried to close the door, which caused Bobby to feel even more suspicious.
"Sorry, are you not alone?" he frowned.
"I'm alone," Sam said. "I mean, there's a maid somewhere, but Lucifer isn't here."
"Azazel?"
"No." Sam shook his head.
"Then what happened?"
"Nothing," Sam lied. "I'm just…" he was going to say busy, but he knew that would have sounded like complete bullshit. He had nothing to do all day. "I don't feel very well, could you come back some other day?" The truth was that Sam didn't want Bobby to take a close look at him and see the nasty bruises on his neck and arms, where Azazel's forceful drinking had marked his skin. Neither did Sam want Bobby to see the broken wrist wrapped around bandages. He didn't want the priest to be worried. If Bobby didn't know, then neither would Dean.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Bobby was very suspicious. Sam didn't look awful or anything, but he was hiding something. "It's just that Dean called, and he needs a favor from you." Bobby knew he could just tell Sam what Dean wanted and hand him the note with the roads and interstates Dean had written down, but he didn't move a muscle, wondering if Sam would give in and open the door.
The mention of Dean's name had an obvious effect on Sam. The boy looked hurt and sad, but also hopeful in a way that was heartbreaking.
"Does he have any leads?" Sam asked.
"Can I come in?" Bobby had promised to look after Sam as much as he could, so he insisted.
The boy took a deep breath and nodded. He stepped aside to let Bobby into the house and closed the door behind him.
The moment Bobby was inside and took a good look at the part of Sam's body he had been hiding behind the door, he frowned and his heart raced. "Jesus, Sam."
Sam swallowed hard and stared at the floor.
"Is that wrist broken?" Bobby pointed at the compressive bandages around the boy's left wrist.
Sam bit down hard on his bottom lip. "It'll be okay," he said, and his voice was barely above a whisper.
Bobby looked at the bruises on the boy's arms and his blood boiled. He let Sam guide them to a private room and close the door, and the moment they were alone, Bobby needed to ask.
"Was it Lucifer?" the priest had faked married Sam to that man, after all. He felt responsible. "Is he hurting you?"
"What? No," Sam said quickly. "It wasn't Lucifer."
Bobby searched Sam's face carefully.
"He's actually…well, I can't complain. He's been very good to me."
"You got bruises and a broken wrist," Bobby pointed out.
"It was Azazel," Sam shrugged. "He wanted to drink my blood."
"And you said no," Bobby understood it then.
"I said no," Sam agreed.
"He didn't like it."
"He didn't."
For a moment they didn't say anything. Bobby stared at Sam and Sam stared at his feet.
"Sam, I…"
"You don’t have to say anything," Sam interrupted him. "I'm fine. Dean is doing his part, John is hopefully hanging on, and I'm doing my part, so it's fine."
"It's not fine. It's not your part to be beat and abused like that."
Sam wanted to cry, but at the same time he hated the tears threatening to surface.
"Bobby, please…" he waved a hand before himself. "Please just tell me what Dean needs…"
The saddest part was that Sam was right. Even if it was horrifying and wrong, there was nothing Bobby, or anyone, could do for him right now. Sam had to be strong and hang in there, and the fact that Bobby couldn't really help him just made him hate Azazel even more, if that was even possible.
"You know Dean's been watching videos form security cameras to try and recreate Azazel's movements that day. He gave me some roads and numbers. He has an idea of where Azazel drove to, but the possibilities are still a lot. He needs you to narrow it down. Can you go into the mansion and find some paperwork that point towards Azazel's properties in any of these locations?" Bobby gave Sam the paper.
"I…I suppose."
"Your dad visits hospitals and clinics all over the state and the country. Perhaps he has a house or a farm in one of these places, a secluded place where he might have taken John in a hurry."
"Right. I'm sure he has land in other places, and if he does, then he probably has to pay bills to maintain them. I'll go in and see what I can find." Sam knew it could be a long shot, but Dean was getting somewhere, and perhaps this could work. If he found out that Azazel owned land near one of the roads Dean had seen him drive by, then that could give Dean a good lead on where John might be.
"Good. Come by the church when you have something."
"I will."
"And Sam…" Bobby put a hand on the boy's shoulder. There was so much to say, and yet, at the same time, there was nothing to say. So, instead of words, Bobby squeezed the boy's shoulder hard and looked at him with so much love that Sam could feel the warmth of that affection in his heart.
"I'm fine. You can go."
Bobby nodded as Sam walked him to the door. Before the priest could leave, though, Sam needed something.
"Bobby? Please don't-"
"I won't tell him," Bobby reassured him. Sam was fine, he would always be fine when Dean called. Right now was not the moment to let Dean know how much the boy really depended on his finding John.
"Thank you."
~ * ~
Sam waited until the following day to do what Dean had asked, because he wanted to have plenty of time to go through Azazel's paperwork. He woke up early and waited until he was certain Azazel would have left for the hospital, then Sam left his home and walked to the mansion, since it wasn't very far.
The guards let him in without any sort of question. Sam was anxious about finding something useful, and he was also worried because he knew he had to be discreet.
When he walked in, at first he sighed with relief because he didn't hear anyone in the house, but then there were footsteps and he tensed.
"Sam? What are you doing here?"
Sam relaxed when he saw Meg. "I need something. What are you doing here?"
"My mom wasn't feeling very well. She asked me to take over today."
"Is everything alright with Mrs. Higgs?"
"She's got back pains, but she'll be fine." Meg walked closer to Sam, obviously inspecting him. Sam tensed again as he felt himself being studied by her. "What the hell happened, Sam? Why is everything a mess?"
Sam sighed. There was no point in hiding things from her.
"Azazel found out about Dean and I being together. He kidnapped John Winchester. He's blackmailing us. Dean is out there trying to find his dad." Sam didn't need to tell her the entire truth, though. Meg didn't need to know that Dean's dad and his dad were the same person.
"Holy shit. What a fucking mess."
"He got me to marry Lucifer, but…"
"You're just waiting for Dean to bring John back so you can get the hell out of this arranged marriage, right?"
Sam nodded.
"Good. How can I help?"
Sam arched an eyebrow and thought quickly. "Actually…I'm here to try and find anything about property Azazel could own in these addresses," Sam handed her a folded message. "Dean's been trying to track the car Azazel used the day he took John. If we could find something that ties Azazel to having a house in any of the towns near these places, then perhaps we'll find him."
"Great. Azazel won't be home for many hours. Should we go to his office?"
"Will you really help me go over paperwork?"
"Only if you promise me you'll run away with Dean the moment John is safe."
"I do," Sam answered quickly.
"Then lead the way," Meg smiled mischievously and pointed towards the stairs.
~ * ~
Around evening, before going home, Sam stopped by the church carrying a folder with some documents inside. The boy had taken the secret passage down the church and knocked on the door that led straight to the classroom. He wanted to avoid any curious glances in his direction, especially since he could be carrying important information to help Dean.
Bobby opened the door and welcomed him.
"You look like shit," Bobby said.
Sam half-smiled. He felt like shit. After five or six hours of reading all sorts of documents in Meg's company, his eyes hurt and his brain was barely functional.
"I feel like shit, too. But I might have gotten something. Here," he handed Bobby the folder.
The priest opened it and took a look.
"There are about five houses that Azazel owns in locations that could be near the roads Dean is following. I circled them in red." Sam sat down and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Would you like a drink?" Bobby asked as he studied Sam. The boy looked exhausted.
"No, I'm fine. I need to go home. I just…" Sam looked sideways at the telephone on Bobby's desk. "Do you think I could…maybe…" Sam's heart raced, and Bobby's, fell.
"Sam…"
"I know I shouldn't, I just…"
"I don't have his number. He calls whenever he can. I'm sorry."
"Right." Sam felt a tight knot around his throat and nodded. "I suppose it would be hoping for too much that he happened to call right now, eh?" he tried to smile, but it sounded frail.
Bobby smiled softly at him.
"I…I need to go. I hope he calls soon." Sam shrugged off his feelings and thoughts, said goodbye and walked way.
~ * ~
Back home, Sam was so tired from all the reading and the tension of the day that he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep almost instantly.
He woke up hours later, when he felt a hand stroking his cheek.
Sam's heart raced and his eyes darted open. "Lucifer?!"
"Sorry I woke you baby… You looked so pretty, I couldn't help myself."
"What time is it? How long have I slept?" Sam was utterly confused. Lucifer wasn't supposed to be home for at least two or three more days.
The blond man laughed.
"You haven't slept for days, relax. I'm home early. I got one of the guys to take my place in a meeting so I could be home sooner."
"Oh." Sam stirred and moved a little, and when he did, Lucifer frowned and took his wrist gently.
"What happened?" Sam tried to pull his wrist away and winced in pain.
"I broke it. It's okay."
"How?"
"I fell down the stairs. It was stupid…"
"Why didn't you call me and tell me? I would've come home sooner." Lucifer's eyebrows were drawn tight with worry.
"It's okay, really. I took some pain killers and put lots of ice. It's getting better."
"Did you call your father so he could take a look at it?"
Sam felt a chilling fear grab his heart. It made sense that he would ask, Azazel was a doctor, and Lucifer didn't know what had happened.
"I'm okay. I promise. I just need to sleep."
"Then let me get you in bed."
"I can go, I'm fine…"
Lucifer wouldn't have it. He took Sam in his arms and carried him upstairs towards the bedroom, and honestly, after the tiring day and the pills Sam had popped, he didn't have it in him to fight it.
Lucifer laid him in bed gently and tucked him in.
"Good night, sweet Prince."
"Thank you, Lucifer." Sam said, and really meant it.
He closed his eyes and turned on his side, and a few minutes later he was fast asleep again.
Lucifer watched the boy for a long moment. As Sam's peaceful breathing filled the room, the older man buried his nose into Sam's hair and breathed in deeply. The delicious smell stirred his desire, despite his control. Lucifer felt himself stiffen in his pants as he cuddled Sam.
It was getting just too hard being so close and not being able to ravish that alluring boy. Lucifer could hardly wait to indulge in a series of dirty acts with him.
"Fuck." Lucifer reached down into his pants and stroked himself. He closed his eyes and breathed in Sam's scent, his nose grazing his neck and hair. Lucifer could hardly wait to take him, to open his legs and bury his dick inside his tight little ass. "Hm…" Lucifer jerked himself off faster and pictured himself bottoming out inside a begging Sam.
It didn't take him long. After a few desperate strokes, the sexual tension that had been building up made Lucifer fall over the edge and coat his hand with seed.
As he breathed deeply with temporary satisfaction, he studied the boy more closely, without the haze of lust, and it was when he noticed the fading puncture marks on Sam's neck and the brusing around them.
"Damn you, Azazel," Lucifer cursed. At the first opportunity, the vampire had taken advantage to suck Sam's blood. Lucifer felt his own blood boil, and he wondered if Azazel was going to be a problem.
Sam was his now.
A wicked thought took over and Lucifer took his hand out of his pants. He touched his fingers to the bite marks on Sam's neck, smearing his drying come on top of Azazel's mark, as if he was re-branding the boy.
"Mine," Lucifer smiled, pleased with himself.
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