Wrapped in Honey 43/49
Chapter 43
While Dean was away for his tests Sam stayed back in his room. Where he was alone with the man who had called him a sick bastard and who had told him to stay away from Dean.
Gathering Dean's things Sam glanced over to the man and just hoped he wouldn't wake up. Of course he did.
"So." Bobby fiddled with the bed controls until the headpiece started to move and he could look Sam in the eye. "You're Sam."
"I am." Sam answered and stepped closer. The man looked tired but he had a more healthy color now and a murderous glint in his eyes.
"I told you to leave him alone."
"You did." Sam confirmed that he got the message. "Dean called me. He asked me to come."
"Yeah." Bobby spat out. "And selfless as you are you came to support him." He said the last part as if it was something dirty.
"Look." Sam didn't want to argue with the injured man but he couldn't just leave it like this. "I don't know what Dean told you but I'm not here to harm him. I never wanted to harm him." It was true but didn't change the fact that he had harmed Dean. Maybe not as bad as his own dad but that didn't mean that Sam was any better. He knew that. And he couldn't be grateful enough for the fact that Dean was willing to give him a chance. To give them a chance.
"Buying a person for your own sick pleasure." Bobby said with acid in his voice. "But you didn't mean to harm him. Sure. You disgust me."
"It started like that and I'm not proud of it." He was tempted to add that with him Dean was at least alive but that was just a cheap excuse and he knew it. "But I love him and I believe that he loves me as well."
"That's not love and you know it." His heart rate spiked up and Sam thought about getting a nurse. The last thing he wanted was to cause a heart attack.
"I know how fucked up this is. Believe me, I know." He took a step back maybe with a little distance between them the man would calm down a bit. "That's why he has been with you the last two weeks. To figure out what he really wants."
Bobby opened his mouth to say something to that, probably something not nice, but then the door opened and Dean was back. With a warning glance in Sam's direction Bobby snapped his mouth shut.
At least they did agree on not discussing this in front of Dean, Sam was more than okay with that. Because deep down he still had his doubts. Dean had called him but who else could he call? And the boyfriend thing? He could have said it just to make Sam stay for a little while longer.
However, Sam was sure they could clear this up as soon as they were at Bobby's where they could talk freely. It felt so wrong going there after his little chat with Dean's friend but it was the place Dean called home around here so that was where they were going.
Only minutes later Sam helped Dean into the passenger seat of his rented car and then they left the hospital behind.
"He's fine." Sam assured Dean when he noticed the wistful way he looked in the mirror until the hospital disappeared behind a corner.
"I know." Dean let out a sigh. "It's just ... he thinks you are a monster."
"I am monster." Sam reminded him but wondered how much he had told his friend.
"Not that kind of monster."
"He told me to stay away from you." Sam decided to play with open cards. "He is not happy with me being around."
"I'm happy with you being around." Dean made himself more comfortable in his seat.
"I can be here just as a friend." Sam offered. Most of all Dean needed a friend right now.
"Sam." He had already trouble keeping his eyes open but that came out loud and clear. "I want you. I want us." He forced his eyes open to look at Sam. "What do you want?"
"I want the same. Us."
"Good." With that Dean closed his eyes and rested his head against the glass of the window.
Sam threw him a glance and couldn't help the wide grin splitting his face. Carefully avoiding every unevenness in the road he drove him home.
Thanks to his GPS Sam didn't need Dean to give him directions and not too long later he steered the car through the gate announcing Singer's Salvage Yard.
A car from the sheriff's department sat next to the entrance and the man behind the wheel lifted a hand to greet Sam and Dean. Apparently Jody had kept word and had the place guarded.
He didn't know what he'd expected. There were car wrecks and dry weeds growing between them. Everything looked old and not cared for. The only thing standing out was the black Impala in front of the house. That looked very well cared for.
"That's my baby." Dean said with pride in his voice and sat up in his seat. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his good hand he yawned and then reached for the handle to get out of the car.
"She's beautiful." Sam had to admit. Cars weren't his thing but for the last two weeks he'd slept with a model of this car on his nightstand and in real life she was just gorgeous.
"When we drive home we ditch this thing." Dean empathized that part by forcefully shutting the door. "And take her."
Sam liked the idea of Dean coming home with him but first he had to set him up here.
Here turned out to be a rather old house, rundown but comfy. The door had been fixed recently, his money was on yesterday and on the sheriff as the one who had arranged it, but that was the only thing indication that something had happened here. He had been worried that they would come here and find broken furniture and blood on the floor but there was nothing. He made a mental note to thank the sheriff for that.
Sam was used to his large wide open loft so he felt a little claustrophobic when he had a look around the cramped rooms.
"Couch's over there." Dean headed in a direction and Sam followed him closely. So far Dean seemed steady on his feet but Sam was ready to catch him if necessary. The fact that Dean's first target was the couch spoke for itself.
With Dean settled on said couch Sam had a look around the room. Some kind of study filled with books and notes.
"Bobby reads a lot?" He asked.
"What gave you that impression?" Dean threw him a glance and adjusted his arm until he found the best position.
"I have your medicine in the car." Before Dean could tell him how fine he was and that he didn't need something for the pain, Sam was back outside to get their stuff. He could think of a few not so nice words Bobby would have to say to him staying here but he couldn't help it. It wasn't so that he intended to screw Dean on the kitchen table or something.
In the kitchen he found the cabinet with the glasses and filled one with water from the tap.
"Here." He offered the glass and the pills to Dean. "Doctor's order, you heard the man."
Dean took the pills and drank the water and then stretched out on the couch.
"You want to stay here?" Sam asked and shook out the blanket to drape it over Dean's already half asleep form.
"I'm good here." Dean mumbled and then he was asleep.
Feeling like an intruder, what he basically was, Sam sat awkwardly on the chair in front of the desk and had no idea what to do now. After a while nature forced him to at least go to search for the bathroom. He took care of business and then made a quick scoop through the house to get a feeling for the layout. He found Bobby's bedroom and closed the door quickly after he'd figured out whose room this was. No way was he violating the other man's privacy.
Next he found the guest room. This was obviously Dean's for now. His bag sat next to the door and Sam recognized the clothes he found in the closet. The room only had one single bed but Sam didn't have the intention to share Dean's bed at the moment. Not until Dean felt better and for sure not under this roof.
Back downstairs he had a quick look around the kitchen, opened the fridge and the cupboards. Dean hadn't eaten much over the last few days so dinner sounded like a good idea.
Lucky him, Bobby didn't seem to be an advanced cook either, he was well stocked with canned soup and frozen goods.
Sam's cooking skills were high enough to open a can and to heat up some tomato soup without burning it. In addition he made some sandwiches. Satisfied with his work he put it all on a tray and carried it over to the couch.
Dean stirred when he set up the table.
"You cooked for me?" He mumbled when he peered out from under the blanket. "I'm still concussed, you sure I'm up for food poisoning?" He joked but his stomach grumbled in anticipation.
"You will survive." Sam assured him. "Later you may wish you could die from it but you will survive." Sam shot back and filled a bowl for him.
They ate in silence, Dean a little awkwardly because of his wrist but he managed.
After that Sam brought everything back to the kitchen and cleaned up and by the time he came back, Dean was asleep once again. From the door Sam smiled warmly at him.
He used the chance to call Benny and the vampire promised to get the word out the the nests in this area. Satisfied Sam ended the call and then made himself comfortable with a book. At least there was enough to read around here.
For a few hours Dean slept like a rock but then he became restless. Knowing the signs Sam put away the book and came over to sit on the edge of the couch.
"Shh." He made and reached for Dean's shoulder. "You're safe. It's okay, I'm here. You're safe."
He mumbled the soothing words and gently stroke Dean's neck and shoulder, just letting him know that he wasn't alone. Like always it helped and a few minutes later he relaxed under Sam's touch and was back to his deep sleep.
"Sleep well, Dean." Sam whispered and brushed a kiss on his temple. He stayed like this for a while longer, just to make sure that the episode was over, at least for now, before he went back to his chair and the book.
He had a quick look around the books earlier and he really hoped that thinks between him and Bobby would work out. Judging by what he was reading they would get along pretty well. And they were both friends with Dean. Sam sighed.
There was nothing Sam could do about this now so he went back to reading but kept a watchful eye on Dean.
He woke up in the morning with a stiff neck from sleeping with his head resting on the desk. After a second to orientate himself his first look over to the couch but Dean wasn't there anymore. Sam sat up straighter, his vertebrae popping with the sudden movement. He wondered if Bobby would mind if he used his shower.
But first he had to find Dean. He followed the rich aroma of coffee to the kitchen where he found Dean busy at the stove.
"Morning, sleepy." Dean greeted him with a kiss on the lips, just a chaste little peck.
"How do you feel?"
"Screw this." Dean muttered and then he kissed him for real.
Chapter 44
Masterpost