FIC: Blaze of Glory - Chapter 7
Title: Blaze of Glory
Authors: luscious_rebel & mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Character Death (no main characters), H/C
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The title and lyrics belong to Bon Jovi.
Summary: Wild, wild West and we find Dean and Sam in the middle of it. Used to a peaceful living on their parents’ farm Dean’s and Sam’s normal lives change drastically, when they return from a day out in the fields to find their home lit up in flames. Having to leave the only home they ever knew behind, they start their journey across the country on the backs of their horses Impala and Ivory to meet up with their great-uncle. The journey is long and troublesome but both brothers have bigger worries to deal with when Sam discloses a secret.
The story is inspired by an old prompt on the spnkink_meme that can be found HERE. (Big thanks to sexytexanjra , who found the prompt again for us!)
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Alright everybody, first of all we want to apologize for the delay in posting! Real life has kept both of us really busy (mpregloveranon moved into her new place last weekend and RL has been giving her a hard time. Luscious_rebel is more than busy with her studies and her job. She wants to apologize for not having been able to answer most of your lovely comments either.) As you noticed we weren't able to stick to the posting schedule as annouced. We're very sorry for that and we hope that we can make it up to you by posting 2 chapters today. :) This is the second of today's updates, so please go back to chapter 6 if you haven't read that one first. ;)
Nearly four weeks had passed since Dean and Sam had found shelter in the old and abandoned stable. Sam couldn’t believe they found themselves under the threat of another bad storm. He knew those weren’t uncommon for the area they were passing, yet he had hoped they would get by a little easier at least. The Winchester boys had spent the last three weeks on the back of their horses with no other place to sleep than the cold and hard ground beneath their feet. Thanks to Dean’s skills they always had a warm fire burning to warm them up a little. Nevertheless the journey had tired Sam out. Having to travel under heavy weather made things worse for both of the boys, but especially Sam suffered, due to his delicate condition. His baby belly was growing constantly and his clothes had started to tighten, making the little bump clearly visible beneath his shirts. “How are you holding out?” Sam asked Dean while he looked over to him and Impala. The raven black horse looked nearly scary due to the dark grey clouds in its background.
“I’m okay but I would be much more relaxed if we found some place to stay before that storm hits us,” the older brother replied, watching the darkening sky in the distance with a frown. They were both bone tired and could really use some rest but they had to keep moving if they really wanted to find shelter somewhere. “We haven’t come across any houses in three days, so there has to be some kind of town coming up soon.”
“Let’s hope you’re right…” Sam let his gaze move around as if that action would make some houses pop just out of the ground. Sadly it didn’t and he sighed. His hand rested on his belly while the brothers moved on. With the help of gentle belly rubs he was trying to calm the baby. It had started moving a few minutes ago and seemed to be wide awake. Sam wondered whether it could sense the bad news of the upcoming storm. If they wouldn’t find a place to stay soon, they would be in serious trouble. Their father had told them often enough how dangerous such storms could become out in the open.
Dean made an attempt at giving Sam an encouraging smile but he wasn’t really confident about the matter. They would just have to wait and see what happened. “Do you need a break or can we keep going?” If they kept going their chance of stumbling upon a town were higher but he didn’t want Sam to overexert himself because that wouldn’t help matter either.
“I’m okay…” His back was hurting but Sam could tell that it was because he sat on the back of the mare longer than he wanted to. His body just wanted to show its protest. Right now it was more important to look out for some shelter though, so Sam decided to ignore it. “The baby’s just moving a lot,” he told Dean and tried to take away his brother’s worry by smiling at him.
With a short nod Dean returned his brother’s smile. He knew that Sam had to be feeling stiff and sore for riding for so many hours but Sam still looked fairly alright, so he took his word on that. “I’m sorry that the baby is bothering you so much but I’ll give you a good rubdown once we have a roof over our head,” he promised and prayed that they would reach civilization rather sooner than later.
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Dean had been right with his assumption that there had to be a town up ahead soon but it still took them a few hours to reach a small village. It had started to rain about half an hour ago and Dean had pulled out the old, leather coats which they had bought in one of the last places they had moved through, to keep them more or less warm and dry. Bringing Impala to a halt in front of what seemed to be the village’s saloon, Dean jumped out of the saddle. “Let’s see if we can get a room here…”
Sam nodded. He slowly got off Ivory. “Leave the horses to me,” he offered and held out his hand for Impala’s reins, already holding Ivory’s in his other hand. Dean always had been better when it came to bargaining and if someone could manage to get a cheap room for the night it probably was him. While he disappeared into the building Sam made sure to tie the horses up to an old fence. A woman passed him and turned her head to him, shooting him suspicious looks. Sam wondered about those but decided to ease the situation with the help of politeness. Lifting his head he greeted her but she only hissed at him and moved on. Still wondering Sam shook his head before he entered the saloon. At first no one seemed to take further notice of him, but once the first pair of eyes settled to rest their gaze on his belly, others followed. It made Sam feel uncomfortable as he moved closer to Dean.
“I’m glad that we came to an agreement,” Dean shook some older, broad-shouldered man’s hand and turned around to smile at Sam. “We have a small room upstairs, Sam. Let’s get our stuff inside.” He had right away seen that Sam was feeling uncomfortable inside the bar, so he wanted to get up to their room to have some privacy and ask his brother what had happened.
A fleshy hand clasped around Dean’s shoulder and pulled him back. “You with him?” The owner of the saloon asked in a growling voice.
The older Winchester’s eyebrows drew upwards in bewilderment. “Yes, he’s my brother.”
The older man let his gaze wander over Sam’s middle as if the younger Winchester would be a moving case of plague. “I’m sorry, but our deal’s off,” he announced without even looking at Dean. His voice broke no argument, though.
“But there’s a storming coming up and we need a place to stay until it’s over,” Dean tried to reason with the man. He still didn’t understand why the guy had changed his mind so suddenly.
One of the men of a table not far from them stood up. He crossed his arms in front of his brawny chest. “We don’t like fags in our town, boy.”
“Yeah, Bryan’s right! Get lost!” Some of the townsfolk sitting in the saloon agreed and cheered for the man who had spit his displeased words at the brothers.
It made Sam swallow. Dean was right. The storm was getting closer. They couldn’t leave.
Dean suddenly understood where the sudden change of attitude had come from. He felt insulted and angry at the same time but he also knew that there was no point in starting a discussion with these men because it would probably turn into a brawl pretty fast and that was the last thing they needed. He could hold himself in a fight and so did Sammy under normal circumstances but there were at least ten men in the bar and Dean didn’t want to put Sam and their baby in any danger. Biting his tongue to keep the snarky remarks that came to his mind inside, he laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder to lead him out of the building again. “Come on, Sam, we should get going again.”
“But, Dean… There’s a storm coming up.” Did he forget already? Sam bit his lower lip and his gaze moved over to the strangers who still looked like they were about to throw them out if they wouldn’t leave on their own. Well, maybe Dean was right. There was no use in risking any trouble, so the younger boy nodded. “Let’s go,” he whispered.
Outside it was raining even worse than when they had entered the saloon and even their horses looked depressed and exhausted. Dean went over to Impala and affectionately patted the stallion’s neck. “C’mon, boy, we need to go,” he told the horse, who looked at him with huge, trusting eyes. “We’re all tired but we’re not welcomed here.” He turned back to watch Sam mounting Ivory and swung himself onto Impala’s back. He wanted to say something encouraging to his brother but nothing came to mind.
Sam wished they would still be at the old stable so they all would have a shelter from the terrible weather. He hoped that wishful thinking would help them to get find a dry place to stay at. When the brothers were leading their horses out of the town a harsh wind embraced them with its cold fangs. Two hours later it had gotten so strong that the boys had trouble to keep sitting upright. It almost felt like the wind would push them off their horses. Heavy rain hit their faces. It was so cold that it hurt to feel it on the skin. The horses and their riders were soaked to the bones. “Dean….” Sam wanted to make sure his older brother was still was him. He could barely see his own hand in front of his face.
“Yeah, Sammy…” Dean shouted back to be heard over the loud howling of the wind. “Wait I think there’s a house behind that hill. I think I can see smoke…” He squinted, praying that the smoke was really coming from someone’s chimney up ahead and that the people living there would be more hospitable towards them.
“A house? Are you sure?” Sam tried to clear his vision by rubbing some rain out of his face. Dean was right. It was as house. A big one. A huge one! “That’s…” Sam’s jaw nearly dropped. He had never seen such a big house in his life. It also had a huge stable from what he could tell.
Dean couldn’t believe his eyes when he finally spotted the source of the smoke. The house was actually bigger than their old home. “Let’s just hope that the people there are nice enough to take us in, Sammy,” he replied, not wanting to get his hopes up just, yet. After the incident in the saloon he wasn’t so sure if they could really rely on people’s compassion anymore. Maybe they should invent some kind of cover story to explain Sam’s condition but Dean had no clue what he should tell people.
“Let’s pray they are,” Sam agreed. His heart was beating faster at the possibility of being taken into a dry place. Once they moved closer he could see the house better. The younger Winchester was sure that it had to have three floors. It was painted in a shade of white that nearly looked like it would turn into a very light blue. There was a big garden in which all sorts of flowers seemed to bloom. They also suffered from the bad weather. On sunny days however it had to look really pretty. A stable which would be big enough for 20 horses was standing in the back of the plot of land Dean and Sam reached. The younger brother couldn’t help to notice the neat condition both houses were in. “Dean…” His voice sounded hesitant. Could they really knock onto such a door? There even was an iron fence. Iron! Not wood.
“I’ll knock,” Dean told his brother and climbed of his horse to open the gate. He decided to walk the last few yards toward the front door of the mansion, leading Impala by the rein. When he saw Sam getting ready to dismount his mare, he held up a hand and reached for Ivory’s rein as well. “Stay on Ivory’s back, Sammy. Just in case…” He was prepared for everything from an old grandmother hugging them and pinching their cheeks to some hillbilly greeting them with a shotgun in hand. In that worst case scenario he preferred to have Sam ready to ride off as fast as possible.
Surprisingly Sam didn’t complain. It seemed to take forever before the door opened and the first thing greeting the brothers was a Winchester rifle which got pointed at them. A moment later an old grey haired man came into view. He was tall and slender and looked somewhat grumpy. “What do you want?” He hissed and swung the rifle back and forth between the brothers. The faces in front of him looked startled. Little boys. Still one couldn’t be careful enough so the knowing old eyes checked Dean an Sam’s appearances thoroughly before he noticed Sam’s belly. “What the hell’s a pregnant kid doing out in the wilderness?” He growled and let the rifle sink down.
“I’m sorry…” Dean stammered, still not sure if the man was friendly or not. “We… our parents were killed and we’re on our way to our uncle…” His eyes flickered back an forth between the old man and Sam, who looked as spooked as Dean felt.
“Leave that for later. How long are you planning to stand out there and risk the health of the baby?” The man opened the door a bit wider so the brothers could step in. Meanwhile he turned his head in the direction of the stable. “Nigel!” He barked and a second later a young man quickly ran over to them. The grey haired man took the reins of Dean’s and Sam’s horses and handed them over. “Dry them, feed them and let them rest.” He instructed before he handed them over to the stranger who hurried to bow. “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.” Sam was surprised about the whole scene but slowly got off Ivory’s back.
Dean was still flabbergasted as he helped Sam to slip out of Ivory’s saddle. “Are you okay, Sammy?” he asked slightly concerned about his brother pale complexion. He rested a hand on Sam’s arm and locked eyes with him, ignoring their host, who was still standing next to them and waiting for them to properly step inside.
“I’m… just surprised,” Sam admitted.
“Move, boy! Move!” The older one shoved them into the house while Nigel led Ivory and Impala into the stable. Once the door was closed there was another loud instruction from the old man. “Missy! Missy! Hot tea! Now! And prepare a hot bath!”
Wow. The old man was pretty loud. Sam gave Dean a look that spoke volumes but was glad to be inside of a warm and dry place.
“Why are you standing here? You’ll catch a cold. Get out of your clothes!” The man rushed to grab two blankets from the couch in the living room so he could wrap the boys up.
The older Winchester took of his coat and started unbuttoning his wet shirt as he had been ordered. As weird and loud as the older man seemed to be he still hadn’t shown any hostility toward them, not even when he had noticed that Sam was pregnant. “Thank you, Sir,” he replied as one of the blankets was shoved into his arms.
Sam could only nod to show his thankfulness. He was still a bit overrun by the old man’s pace, but eventually his clothes and boots came also off and he wrapped the blanket around his naked body. It was fuzzy and warm and made of a much better fabric than he was used to. It felt good. But before he could dwell in the comfortable feeling a towel was put on top of his head and the old man rubbed his hair dry before he did the same to Dean and shoved the boys into the living room. Sam immediately spotted that the smoke they had seen had to come from the huge fireplace in which some wood was burning. He felt the warmth seep into his body and smiled as Dean and him where pushed to sit down on a pile of soft cushions, which the man had dragged closer to the fire. So they really were safe huh? “Warm up. I’m going to see why Missy’s taking so long with the tea.”
“Wow, that wasn’t weird,” Dean joked and shifted closer to his brother to lay an arm around his shoulders. “I guess we can count this as friendly,” he added nodding at the blankets and the warm room in general.
“I think so, too,” Sam replied. He sighed in relief. Their horses would be taken care of as well so there was no need to worry, and now that he came to rest, he realized how exhausted he felt. His back hurt a little from riding for so long, yet the happiness about not having to endure more of the storm was making it all better. Sam lay back onto one of the soft cushions and let his hands slip under his blanket, soothingly caressing his belly. “Shhh… we’re safe,” he whispered to the baby.
The old man chose exactly that moment to come back into the room closely followed by a young woman, possibly Nigel’s wife, carrying a tray with a teapot, three porcelain cups and a plate with biscuits. “So, when is your baby due?” he asked straight forward as if it was a perfectly normal question to ask, while Missy placed the tray down on the coffee table and silently started serving the tea.
Sam’s cheeks flushed and he exchanged a quick glance with Dean before he answered. “Sometime in December.”
Nodding the man turned to Missy. “Get some supper ready for everybody,” he told her and she nodded obediently and quickly left the room. “She doesn’t talk. Something happened to her when she was little and she never spoke a damn word again,” he explained to his guests before getting back on track and asking more questions. “So you want to meet up with your uncle?”
“Yes, Sir,” Dean replied and took a tentative sip from his tea, as their quirky host gestured at the drinks.
Sam also reached out for the tea and had a sip. Oh it felt so great to finally drink something warm again. He stared at the sweets while the man spoke up. “My name’s Collin,” he explained. “How shall I call you? You spoke about your parents. So you’re brothers, or are you trying to fool an old man so he won’t notice you’re lovers?”
The old man had no idea what he was asking them, Dean thought to himself, trying to find the best answer to the question they had been asked. “I’m Dean and that is Sam… We grew up together because Sam’s parents took me in when I was child. We grew up like brothers, though…” As well as the old guy had taken Sam’s pregnancy, Dean still didn’t feel safe to confess to him that they were indeed lovers.
“So it means you’re responsible for that?” Collin took Dean up on his words and pointed at Sam’s belly. His attitude made the youngest of them blush.
Dean flinched at the man’s straightforwardness and struggled with his answer, which apparently said it all, as Collin shot him a knowing grin.
“So my guess was right, aye?
Sam looked at Dean. For some weird reason he had the feeling that it was better to be honest with this guy, so he nodded. “Dean and I are lovers.” His voice didn’t sound like he would feel sorry about that. Collin had allowed them to come in despite Sam’s obvious condition, so the younger boy didn’t think he’d turn all mad at them for being a couple. There was no reason he would back away or hide their relationship. To the younger Winchester being together with his brother was the best that had ever happened to him, so he didn’t see the point in behaving like it was something wrong, even if the bible taught them better.
Collin started laughing loudly, almost spilling the tea as he shook with laughter. “No need to get all tense and scared, boys. I might be old but I sure as hell ain’t narrow-minded. I moved all the way out here ‘cause I couldn’t stand those bigoted bastards in town. They’re always pointing at everyone’s mistakes and calling every man a sinner while they are sleeping with their neighbor’s wife with their own missus downstairs at the stove.”
“I’m relieved to hear that…” it slipped from Sam and he quickly covered his lips with his hand. Oops. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. With a sheepish gaze he looked at Dean while Collin went on talking.
“So I take it the baby’s been an accident or did you full on aim for trouble?”
“No, we didn’t, Sir,” Dean this time replied, feeling unbelievably relieved about the fact that Collin was taking everything in stride like it was completely normal. “We just didn’t think about such consequences…” he trailed of when he noticed the burning blush in his cheeks.
“So you rather jumped your so called brother and got him pregnant, huh?!” The old man nodded and rubbed his moustache. ”How old are you?”
The question game was getting old really soon but Dean didn’t want to annoy their generous host, so he went along with it. “I’m twenty and Sammy’s sixteen,” he answered truthfully and instinctively clasped one hand around his brother’s bent knee in a possessive gesture.
Collin noticed Dean’s attitude towards his younger brother and it made him laugh, but before he could ask further into the matter, Missy appeared on the doorstep and gestured. Nodding at her, Collin spoke up. “Thank you, Missy.” He turned to face his young visitors again. “The bathroom’s awaiting you, boys.”
Helping Sam onto his feet, Dean kept holding onto his brother’s wrist as they followed Missy to the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw the huge porcelain tub, standing in the middle of the room and filled with hot, steaming water covered with bubbles. The whole room smelled like lavender and when Dean stepped closer to the tub he could see some violet petals floating in the water. “Thank you,” he said to Missy.
She held out two soft towels and a bar of soap toward Dean and smiled kindly, before pulling out a small, leather bound book and a pencil to scribble something down and holding it out to the boys.
Sam looked at his older brother for a moment. He wasn’t used to that kind of behavior, but then again Collin had told them Missy wouldn’t speak, so he took the book from her tender hands and smiled. “Thank you,” he told her in a soft voice. “I will ask Mr. Collins whether I am allowed to give clean clothes to you,” he read out what the pretty girl had written down. It made the younger Winchester feel grateful for Missy’s thoughtfulness and he carefully handed the book back to her. It seemed like it would be easy to scare her and he didn’t mean to make her worry by moving too fast. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Missy.”
After the young woman had went off to possibly get fresh clothing for them, Dean let go of the blanket he was wrapped in and quickly folded it together, laying in on the chair next to the wash basin. “I guess we can both fit into that tub… What do you say, Sam?” He grinned excitedly. The last time they had had a real bath had been at Dr. Carter’s house and that seemed like forever ago, so the promise of soaking in hot, scented water instead of bathing in cold rivers, sounded heavenly to him.
“The tub looks big enough for three of us…” Sam stated. He took his blanket and neatly placed it on top of Dean’s before he walked over to the bathtub and set down on its rim to check the temperature of the water. To him it felt perfect and he gave a content sigh. A lot of lamps lit up the bathroom and made it easier to see. The dim lights in the living room had been romantic, but Sam enjoyed to get a better view of his sexy brother as he gestured him to come closer. Sam’s skin had become a bit more tan thanks to their long rides under the glowing sun, yet the stronger pigmentation around his nipples and pubic area still could be seen clearly. It also was present on his baby belly. Another thing also changed about his appearance, because his chest looked a tiny bit swollen compared to the last time he had been completely exposed to his brother’s eyes.
Dean drank in the sight of his naked lover and licked his lips. As hard as their life had become and as difficult as it was on Sam there still was no denying that pregnancy really suited him. He was visibly glowing and Dean was sure that he had never seen something more beautiful than his brother heavy with their child. “Come on, let’s get into that tub because I really want to touch you…” he admitted in a husky voice and moved closer to the bathtub to help Sam climbing in.
“Your voice’s giving me shivers.” Sam chuckled but let his legs slide into the bathtub before he carefully moved to sit down in the hot water. “Feels good…” he commented. Yet he had to admit that he had felt safer with Dean helping him to lower his pregnant belly into the bathtub. “C’mon in. Baby’s also waiting for you, daddy.”
The older Winchester’s eyebrows went up to his hairline when his brother had referred to him as ‘daddy’. “Did you just…” he started asking totally flustered but stepping into the tub at his brother’s request nonetheless. He glided down into the soothing, warm water behind Sam and sighed in bliss.
“Yes. You’re going to be a daddy, Dean. Get used to it. Our child will call you ‘Daddy Dean’.” Sam chuckled.
Laughing softly into the nape of Sam’s neck, Dean curled his arms around his brother’s swollen midsection and started stroking it gently. “I like that idea,” he confessed, caressing their unborn child through the smooth flesh of Sam’s belly. Over sixteen years ago he had been overjoyed with the idea of becoming a ‘big brother’ and now here he was, still a big brother and lover and about to become a daddy as well. He couldn’t put into words how elated he felt when he thought about it.
“You better!” Sam also laughed a little but turned more thoughtful in an instant. “Because you can’t do much to change it anymore…” Well, there were ways but Sam hoped neither of them ever would count as an option for his big brother. There had been a time when his own thoughts were filled with the idea of killing their baby to ease their situation, but once reality had showed him how easily their unborn baby could have died, it had triggered something inside of his heart and he had turned all protective about the poor creature. The younger Winchester’s baby belly didn’t feel invaded by some cruel nothing anymore. Once Sam had started to realize that it indeed was a child growing inside of him, he also had noticed he had become part of a miracle. A miracle, which happened right under his heart. Dean’s and his baby was alive. Its heart was beating and it moved. It wasn’t a lifeless doll, but a human being. “I can’t wait for our baby to be born…” Sam somewhat hesitatingly admitted while he reached out to caress his belly.
“Neither can I,” Dean agreed and rested his chin on Sam’s exposed shoulder to get a better view of the sensual roundness of his lover’s body emerged in the bubbly bathwater. After lovingly gazing Sam’s naked form for a few seconds he spoke up again. “Can I wash you?” Dean held out the bar of soap and waited for his brother’s answer.
“Do you see any reason why you shouldn’t be able to wash me?” Sam half way turned his head to look at Dean.
Smiling at the teasing undertone in Sam’s voice, Dean started rubbing the bar of soap between his palms before lathering up his brother’s neck and shoulders. “I love touching you, babe,” he whispered close to Sam’s ear, lifting one of his lover’s long, slender arms out of the water to rub the soap all over the golden skin.
“I’ll make sure to pay some attention on you in return,” San whispered promisingly. He enjoyed what Dean was doing to him and gave little moans while Dean soaped him up. It wasn’t like Sam was made of stone, but he seemed to react easier to any touches coming from his brother now that he was pregnant.
After lathering up his brother’s second arm and chest, Dean nudged Sam’s shoulder. “Lift up so I can reach wash your lower half, Sam,” he requested, gently guiding his brother’s hips upwards to lift them out of the water.
Sam smirked and turned around. “I like it when you call me Sam,” he replied cheekily.
“I know,” Dean admitted smugly. He knew that his brother’s preferred to be called Sam since he had hit puberty but to him his baby brother would always be little Sammy, or maybe that might change when there was actually a new baby in their family, Dean mused. “Up…” he said one more time and waited for his brother to shift and give him better access to his belly and groin area.
“You’re pretty demanding…” Sam chuckled and shook his head. He followed Dean’s instructions though. “I guess I like that, too.” The younger Winchester’s lips formed into a tentative grin and he reached out to run his wet fingers through his older brother’s hair.
Dean moaned in appreciation and closed his eyes for a second to relish in his brother’s touch. “Good to know…” he breathed and started running the soap down Sam’s chest - noticing his lover’s slightly engorged pectorals - and lower, spreading soapy foam all over the rounded belly.
The younger Winchester smiled at that and reached out to guide Dean’s hand lower. “I want you.” His voice sounded a lot needier than some minutes ago. “Suck me off.”
“Oh yeah, Sammy,“ Dean rasped, feeling himself get aroused because of the close proximity to his lover and his request. He started to carefully help his brother to shift around, so he could move between Sam’s legs, when suddenly someone knocked on the door. “Damn, who…” Dean hissed, letting go of his brother’s hips.
Sam gave a frustrated little noise but lowered his body into the bathtub again. “Who’s there?” He asked and the door opened a little in return. Missy’s hand gestured that she’d put something down in front of the door and Sam was sure she was referring to the clothes she had wanted to bring in.
“Wow, that was a close call… I almost thought that it was the old man himself, checking up on us,” the older brother sighed in relief before starting to rub the bar of soap over his upper body hurriedly. “I guess it’ll be better, if we try to get cleaned up and go meet up with him. I think I smelled food when she opened the door.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll make you take care of my needs later on,” he promised with a little smirk and helped Dean to wash his short hair before he soaped up his own and also hurried to get ready.
Smirking knowingly Dean winked at his brother. “I can’t wait to see how the bedrooms look…” He shot back as he started slipping into the new clothes to meet their host in the dining room for supper.
Chapter 8