Fic: You'd Find Me Anywhere
Title: You’d Find Me Anywhere
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Nick, Nick/Sarah
Summary: It would have been a happy reunion, if Sam hadn’t tried to strangle Dean’s boyfriend and then completely denounce their way of life.
A/N: Twelfth in my schmoop_bingo series. Written for the “Pets” prompt. Sam totally counts as a large breed dog, right? Right. Title’s from “The Resolution” by Jack’s Mannequin.
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. Supernatural isn’t mine.
Previous Chapters: Master Post!
Nick was sitting on the couch, his arm around the woman he’d never thought he’d see again. She was complimenting the apartment, but he wasn’t really listening. He was reveling in the feel of her clothes, the smell of her skin, the sound of her voice.
Dean had given him a lot over the past few months, but this was the one thing the hunter hadn’t been able to find. This sense of resolution. Finally, Nick had a choice. One that was better than “wallow in misery or watch your body rot and hope against hope that you’ll wind up dead.”
He didn’t hear the knock at the door, but Sarah did. She elbowed him hard and he climbed to his feet. He pulled open the door and was immediately slammed into the wall behind him with Sam Winchester’s arm pushing against his windpipe.
They stood frozen for what seemed like an hour, Nick’s vision fading out as Sam growling a myriad of threatening phrases into his face like an nuzzled attack dog, before Dean finally wrenched his brother away.
And then they were hugging, the change in Sam coming on so fast that it almost gave Nick whiplash. Dean was smiling and manfully refusing to cry even though the tears welling in his eyes were obvious. Sarah was there, standing off to the side, forcing a smile as she met her husband’s eyes.
“Can we keep him?” Dean asked. Nick nodded at him, confused, and the hunter beamed before grabbing the younger man and pushing him forcefully into the kitchen.
Sarah was at her husband’s side as soon as the brothers had disappeared. “What was that about?”
Nick frowned. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Detroit.”
-.-
Dean shoved his brother into a kitchen chair. “Talk,” he demanded.
Sam had the audacity to look hurt, even after nearly strangling Dean’s boyfriend to death. “Where’s Lisa?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Well,” Sam said, “I did tell you to go build a happy life with her. All I see here is Satan’s vessel.”
“Lisa didn’t work out,” Dean explained. “But Nick -”
“You’re not living with him.”
“Yeah. I am. How’d you know where to find me? Better question, how’d you get out?”
Sam shrugged. “I dunno. One minute everything was dark and the next, I’m standing in the middle of Stull cemetery. I jacked a car, drove to Lisa’s. You looked happy, so I left. Two months later, I go back and she says you’re gone. You have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?”
Dean sighed and sat down across from his brother. “It was weird,” he said, “so I left. I had to burn the bodies in Detroit.”
Sam snorted. “You missed one.”
The older man scowled at him. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we’ve got a happy life here. So you got your wish.”
“You’re not happy.”
“Why not?” Dean asked.
“Because this isn’t what you wanted.”
“No,” the older man corrected, “this isn’t what you wanted. But I’ve got news for you, Sammy. I’m not you. And Nick and I -”
“I’m sure Lisa would take you back if you just explained what happened.”
“I’m staying here. Nick’s staying here. I think.” He shook his head. “You need to deal with that.”
Sam sighed. “I’m sorry, man. But you’re not thinking straight. There’s no way you hooked up with the guy who spent all year trying to kill us. There’s no way you’re happy here.”
“I am,” Dean said. “And you’re more than welcome to stay with us if you can get behind that.”
“But you’re not gay,” the younger man argued.
Dean just stared at him. “Wow,” he muttered, “you really don’t know me at all, do you?”
“I know you do stupid and reckless things when you’re alone,” Sam said. “But you’re not alone anymore. Chuck told me where I could find you. He told me about Nick and Sarah. I think He’s the one that let me out. I’m supposed to be here, Dean, to make sure you don’t do anything too crazy when your new boyfriend hooks back up with his dead wife.” He leaned back in the kitchen chair and sighed. “So, when the week’s up, we’ll be driving back to Indiana. You’ll go back to Lisa, you’ll have a home and a family and you’ll be happy. I’ll find a job in town, and everything will be the way it’s supposed to be, ok?”
“And what makes you think he won’t stay?” Dean asked through clenched teeth.
Sam laughed. “It’s a choice between you and Heaven, Dean. Which one would you choose?”
If Dean was being honest with himself, he would say Heaven. He wasn’t stupid. That was where the whole thing was going. Nick would leave and Dean would be stuck back in suburbia with a woman who pitied him and a kid that wasn’t his. Even with Sarah helping him, he knew he didn’t hold a candle to Heaven or family. He couldn’t compete with Life Before Satan.
So he stood up. He sighed. “You can sleep on the couch. Sarah’s got the guest room.” He walked out of the kitchen to the sound of Sam sputtering about sleeping with the enemy.
Yeah. He was one to talk.
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Nick, Nick/Sarah
Summary: It would have been a happy reunion, if Sam hadn’t tried to strangle Dean’s boyfriend and then completely denounce their way of life.
A/N: Twelfth in my schmoop_bingo series. Written for the “Pets” prompt. Sam totally counts as a large breed dog, right? Right. Title’s from “The Resolution” by Jack’s Mannequin.
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. Supernatural isn’t mine.
Previous Chapters: Master Post!
Nick was sitting on the couch, his arm around the woman he’d never thought he’d see again. She was complimenting the apartment, but he wasn’t really listening. He was reveling in the feel of her clothes, the smell of her skin, the sound of her voice.
Dean had given him a lot over the past few months, but this was the one thing the hunter hadn’t been able to find. This sense of resolution. Finally, Nick had a choice. One that was better than “wallow in misery or watch your body rot and hope against hope that you’ll wind up dead.”
He didn’t hear the knock at the door, but Sarah did. She elbowed him hard and he climbed to his feet. He pulled open the door and was immediately slammed into the wall behind him with Sam Winchester’s arm pushing against his windpipe.
They stood frozen for what seemed like an hour, Nick’s vision fading out as Sam growling a myriad of threatening phrases into his face like an nuzzled attack dog, before Dean finally wrenched his brother away.
And then they were hugging, the change in Sam coming on so fast that it almost gave Nick whiplash. Dean was smiling and manfully refusing to cry even though the tears welling in his eyes were obvious. Sarah was there, standing off to the side, forcing a smile as she met her husband’s eyes.
“Can we keep him?” Dean asked. Nick nodded at him, confused, and the hunter beamed before grabbing the younger man and pushing him forcefully into the kitchen.
Sarah was at her husband’s side as soon as the brothers had disappeared. “What was that about?”
Nick frowned. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Detroit.”
-.-
Dean shoved his brother into a kitchen chair. “Talk,” he demanded.
Sam had the audacity to look hurt, even after nearly strangling Dean’s boyfriend to death. “Where’s Lisa?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Well,” Sam said, “I did tell you to go build a happy life with her. All I see here is Satan’s vessel.”
“Lisa didn’t work out,” Dean explained. “But Nick -”
“You’re not living with him.”
“Yeah. I am. How’d you know where to find me? Better question, how’d you get out?”
Sam shrugged. “I dunno. One minute everything was dark and the next, I’m standing in the middle of Stull cemetery. I jacked a car, drove to Lisa’s. You looked happy, so I left. Two months later, I go back and she says you’re gone. You have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?”
Dean sighed and sat down across from his brother. “It was weird,” he said, “so I left. I had to burn the bodies in Detroit.”
Sam snorted. “You missed one.”
The older man scowled at him. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we’ve got a happy life here. So you got your wish.”
“You’re not happy.”
“Why not?” Dean asked.
“Because this isn’t what you wanted.”
“No,” the older man corrected, “this isn’t what you wanted. But I’ve got news for you, Sammy. I’m not you. And Nick and I -”
“I’m sure Lisa would take you back if you just explained what happened.”
“I’m staying here. Nick’s staying here. I think.” He shook his head. “You need to deal with that.”
Sam sighed. “I’m sorry, man. But you’re not thinking straight. There’s no way you hooked up with the guy who spent all year trying to kill us. There’s no way you’re happy here.”
“I am,” Dean said. “And you’re more than welcome to stay with us if you can get behind that.”
“But you’re not gay,” the younger man argued.
Dean just stared at him. “Wow,” he muttered, “you really don’t know me at all, do you?”
“I know you do stupid and reckless things when you’re alone,” Sam said. “But you’re not alone anymore. Chuck told me where I could find you. He told me about Nick and Sarah. I think He’s the one that let me out. I’m supposed to be here, Dean, to make sure you don’t do anything too crazy when your new boyfriend hooks back up with his dead wife.” He leaned back in the kitchen chair and sighed. “So, when the week’s up, we’ll be driving back to Indiana. You’ll go back to Lisa, you’ll have a home and a family and you’ll be happy. I’ll find a job in town, and everything will be the way it’s supposed to be, ok?”
“And what makes you think he won’t stay?” Dean asked through clenched teeth.
Sam laughed. “It’s a choice between you and Heaven, Dean. Which one would you choose?”
If Dean was being honest with himself, he would say Heaven. He wasn’t stupid. That was where the whole thing was going. Nick would leave and Dean would be stuck back in suburbia with a woman who pitied him and a kid that wasn’t his. Even with Sarah helping him, he knew he didn’t hold a candle to Heaven or family. He couldn’t compete with Life Before Satan.
So he stood up. He sighed. “You can sleep on the couch. Sarah’s got the guest room.” He walked out of the kitchen to the sound of Sam sputtering about sleeping with the enemy.
Yeah. He was one to talk.