Blood Lines, Part 6
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the_last_shadow
Yes...I am fully aware that I suck with updates on this one. So...for those that have forgotten what is going on, previous chapter is here
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When Sam walks back into the room a couple of hours later, a coffee balanced on top of a box of doughnuts that he knows are going to go uneaten, but its the thought that counts, he hears the shower.
He frowns and glances at the bed which is empty, sheets rumpled and Sam frowns again. Steam is curling from the bathroom, curling through the door and Sam walks through it. The motel is crappy and the shower curtain is see through, marked with soap scum but he can still make out Dean behind it. Its not the first time he's seen Dean naked, not even the first time since they slipped into something other than being brothers, but Sam can see the water sliding down his body, dripping off the amulet that hangs around his neck and his narrow hips and broad shoulders. Its breathtaking really, it shouldn't be because its Dean, his brother, and still after all time time Sam can't quite shake the feeling that this is wrong and they're fucked up but its Dean. Sam's fully aware that both answers to the arguments are its' Dean, and its just another way that Dean has messed with Sam's head.
Its a shock to see Dean awake and coherent but its even more of a shock when Dean reaches a hand out from behind the grimy curtain and yanks Sam close, Sam automatically steps into the tub, fully clothed and Dean wraps a hand around Sam's hip and pulls him closer. Dean's mouth is on him in an instant and his tongue slips inside Sam's mouth before the rational part of Sam's brain can protest.
Then Dean is sliding to his knees and peeling the heavy wet denim from Sam's thighs. Sam leans his head back against the wet tiles, he's missed Dean's touch over the past few days and more than once he's had to stop himself from slipping into the bed next to a sleep pliant Dean and having his wicked way with his semi-concious brother. But Dean's hands are on him now, his mouth around his already hard cock and Sam arches into him, feels the sick thrill when Dean sucks a breath through his nose to counteract his gag reflex as Sam drives deeper into him.
So far its been mostly Sam taking the lead and this is so out of character for Dean than Sam suddenly freezes, gets his hands on Dean's shoulders and pushes.
“Dammit Dean, stop. This is wrong.” Dean looks up at him and the look on his face is one that Sam never wants to see again, let alone put there. Its part worry, part fear and part embarrassment. But then its gone, driven away and Dean is struggling to his feet. Sam hauls him up with strong hands and pulls him close, slides his hand down Dean's jaw.
“I didn't mean it like that Dean.” He says. Dean shakes him off and steps out of the shower, wraps a ridiculously small towel round his waist and turns back to Sam, looking at him for an explanation.
“There's something wrong with you.” Sam says, and almost hits himself.
“Huh. Well if there's something wrong with me, then there's something wrong with you too Sam. You're the one that started this remember?” Dean's voice is harsh but its a testament to how well they know each other that Sam can hear the underlying hurt.
“No Dean...” Dean is out of the bathroom, his back to Sam as Sam struggles out of the shower, his feet slipping on the wet floor and his jeans tangled around his ankles. He must look ridiculous, almost fully clothed and soaking wet but Dean's face is serious when he turns back around.
“Dammit Dean I'm wasn't talking about you and me. I...” But Dean is gone. Not literally because its Sam that walks away when things get tough, Dean closes off. And he is right now, completely closed off, lying face down on the bed with the sheet clinging to the curve of his ass, his damp skin glistening. Sam sighs heavily.
“Its a succubus Dean.” He says. Dean doesn't move.
“You're too tense Sammy, come here...let me help you relax.” The urge to do just that is almost unbearable but Dean's voice is thick and sleep is dragging him under again. By the time Sam rounds the bed and takes the damp towel from his hand, Dean is already asleep. He shifts, his fingers catching and sliding against Sam' and mutters Sam name before stilling.
Sam grits his teeth. Because Dean was awake for all of 20 minutes and somehow he managed to argue with him, managed to damage the already tenuous bond between them.
He flips open his laptop and checks his emails. What the hell is taking Bobby so long?
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Its two hours later, Dean is still sleeping, that Sam gets his answer. A knock on the door makes Sam jump and he wrenches it open without thinking. Luckily its Bobby. His dirty truckers hat sitting atop his head and a worried frown set on his face.
“Hey Sam.” He says. Sam takes a step sideways and gestures him in.
“I thought you were just going to email me?” Sam asks. And he can't help the accusing tone out of his voice. Bobby's eyes scan the room, take in the practically unconscious Dean and the one bed and Sam inwardly groans. Shit.
“Only room they had left?” Bobby asks. Sam would swear that it is something other than an innocent question but he shrugs, hopes for nonchalance and knows he probably misses by a mile.
“Not like I'm sleeping much anyway Bobby.” It comes out wrong and Sam flinches slightly. “Too busy trying to figure this all out.” Bobby crooks an eyebrow at him and answers with a distant of course.
“Got the exorcism. Didn't want you to do it alone though. It makes the Succubus stronger.” Bobby explains, setting a large, dusty book onto the rickety table. Sam suppresses the urge to pour over it and merely glances at it.
“What?”
“It makes it stronger. But easier to kill, if that makes sense.” Bobby explains further, gesturing towards one of the chairs. Sam nods and sits down himself, rubbing a hand over his face.
“No. It doesn't. But that's our lives right?” Even to his own ears Sam sounds tired. He is, exhausted actually.
“The first part...” Bobby says, opening the book and thumbing through several pages. He pulls it onto his lap and runs a finger down the page, Sam leans in. “The first part forces it to take on its true form. Its just projecting an image to the outside world right now. The second part banishes it back to wherever the hell it came from.” Bobby explains. Sam lets out the breath he hadn't been aware that he was holding.
“So what does it look like right now?” He asks. Bobby shrugs.
“Probably some tiny blond with big tits knowing your brother.” Bobby would have to be blind to see the way that Sam flinches at that. Sam can't stop the sharp spike of jealousy that runs through his body. He's still pissed at Dean, because the only way he could imagine that some Succubus would get its claws in him was if it dressed up like Dean right now. But he knows he's being irrational, that a succubus weaves a spell and its not fair on Dean, but he can't help being pissed, and angry.
Bobby stares t him, his all knowing eyes searching his face.
“What's going on with you Sam?” He asks. Sam stares right back at him.
“Nothing. Just pissed and tired Bobby. So explain more about this exorcism.” Sam pushes. Bobby stares for a moment longer.
“Its the Rituale Romanum. Widely used between the 12th and 13th Century. Before it was banned at the beginning of the 14th.” Bobby says like it doesn't really matter.
“Why?” Sam asks. Not wanting to head back to where the conversation was headed before.
“I dunno. Too dangerous I guess. Listen Sam, I know you boys well, family doesn't end in blood remember? And I know when something other than being pissed and tired is bothering you. My guess is that if you guys hadn't had a fight then Dean wouldn't have gone out by himself, you guys have been inseparable recently. Your daddy would be happy.” Bobby adds almost as an after thought. I don't think so, Sam thinks. There is no way Dad would be happy about this. Dad would beat the shit out of both of them and salt and burn their bloody corpses if he knew.
“Sam. You guys need to be ok. Tension causes mistakes. And mistakes can cause a dead hunter. So sort it out cos I don't want to have tu burn either of you.” Sam smiles at Bobby blatant show of affection and stands when he does.
“I'm staying a couple a rooms down. Lets figure out which person in the godforsaken town this bastard might be ok?” Bobby says as he reaches the door. Sam nods and on impulse pulls the old man into a hug. Bobby grunts in surprise but briefly hugs him back. His face softens as he pulls away and Sam knows it'll be alright are just hanging in the air between them.
“Thanks for coming along Bobby.”
“No problem kid.”
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Dean is slipping again. Through Sam's fingers. Sam of his dreams letting his hands fall to his sides and fading into the background as Mary-Beth steps forward. Dean reaches for Sam and Sam shakes his head sadly.
“Go Dean.” He says. Dean opens his mouth but no sound comes out and Mary-Beth laughs.
“See Dean? He wants you to come with me.” She reaches him and wraps tiny but strong arms around him, nips at his ear and whispers “come to me.”
Come to me.
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