Broken: Battles, Part Two - Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Battles, Part Two; A Broken Sequel (all Broken here
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Gabe (OMC)/Caleb, John, Bobby, Pastor Jim, Ellen, Jo, OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: (this part) 3023
Summary: Several months after Out of the Dark, Jim finally tells Sam and Dean the story of the Quem Patrocinorus and what it is that they are defending the world against. In the process Sam and Dean learn who and what they are, though whether that is helpful or not in the long run still can't be seen. Gabe, Caleb and Allen show up at the Roadhouse, where Jo learns why it is that Gabe never did respond to the flirting she was doing.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is the second part to a possibly three to four part arc that I will hopefully get finished before my surgery. This is Broken, so there will be memory of rape and torture, these characters are far from whole, though progress has been made. There will be brother/brother incest as well as other sexual content, though in this section it's only Gabe/Caleb.
The place was as safe as he could make it. Hallowed ground wasn’t enough when your enemies included fellow priests. Jim shook his head and pulled at the empty collar of his shirt. Fellow wasn’t exactly the right word anymore.
Still, it was a start, and Jim was fortunate that the old priest who ran this parish trusted him. The brotherhood wasn’t pleased with him, and likely suspected he would tell Sam everything. It was the only explanation for how quickly it all fell apart after he resigned.
He hadn’t intended to leave the priesthood, only the brotherhood…but within an hour of his resignation, Jim Murphy found himself without a home, sanctioned by the church and asked to leave the parish that had been his home since shortly after Sam was born.
He’d been on the run for weeks, trying to find Sam and Dean, trying not to end up dead. Now, he was ready to stand his ground. He was done running. The small church was surrounded by charms and protections against far more than just demons.
It was only minutes until three. Jim stood on the front step of the church waiting. He didn’t have to wait long. The sound of the Impala’s engine made him tense. This wasn’t going to be easy, and with Sam strung as tight as he was, with his powers as close to out of control as they were, it could be dangerous besides.
He took a deep breath as the car came to a stop and Dean got out from behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the place, then Jim. Sam emerged a little slower, his eyes narrowing directly on Jim.
His walk was stiff, and he seemed to be favoring the leg he’d broken in their escape the year before as he made his way up the walk. His eyes sparkled as he stopped on the top step. “Afraid of something?” His tone was cold, but it wasn’t like Jim was his most welcoming either.
“Yes, I am. Let’s get on inside, before something shows up.”
Dean placed a hand on Sam’s hip to steady him as Jim led them in, through the sanctuary and into Father Perina’s office. “My friend is at the convent down the road, hearing confessions. We have about an hour before he gets back.” He sat and gestured to the other chairs. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
He looked up, surprised a little by the dark circles he could see now under Sam’s eyes, the shake in his hand. As if sensing his thoughts, Dean nodded. “It was a rough night.”
Jim nodded and took a deep breath. “Are you…okay?”
Sam shivered, hugging his arms around himself. “Fine. Just tired. We’re here. Talk.”
“Okay.” Jim sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. “I owe you an apology Sam. Both of you, I guess.” He was nervous. The information he was about to share had never been spoken outside of vows, and never to someone like Sam. If there had ever been someone like Sam. He was beginning to think Sam was unique. “To tell you what I know, I have to begin with a story.”
Jim exhaled slowly and pulled himself together. Sam needed the information. They both did. “There are a number of versions of this story, but…”
Dean looked like he was ready to start hitting if Jim didn’t start getting to the point.
“Before man there were others. Three species, three sets of siblings with gifts and powers that set them apart. They were originally given leadership over man, but they squabbled over who was greater, over which gifts were of greatest benefit to man. Over time, they procreated and spread. They lay with men and women and spread their gifts into humanity.
“When they saw what became of these children, how they were feared and revered, there was disagreement about how to proceed. One of the three demanded they all be killed and that they never mix with human kind again. Another saw the potential for amazing power if ever the three bloodlines were mixed. The last urged caution and condemned the others for rush to judgment.”
Jim wiped his face with one hand. His stomach was roiling. Neither Sam nor Dean moved. “It is said that God was displeased and separated them, commanding that they never be one. The first of them repented and withdrew from the earth to serve God. The second rebelled and withdrew from God to serve themselves. The last chose exile and solitude, taking with them those human children they had created.”
Jim licked his lips. So far all he’d said was myth, easily dismissed. He stood, pacing to the window and back again. “The brotherhood was tasked with tracking the bloodlines through humanity, ensuring that where the gifts existed, they were trained, and that the bloodlines were never crossed.”
He folded his arms. “When it happens, the resultant child is powerful beyond measure…and almost always dies young, whether through their own lack of control of the power inside them, or by those who fear them.”
Sam was shifting, standing. “Like your brotherhood?”
Jim nodded. “Yes, unfortunately.”
Sam exhaled and met his eyes. “So, you’re saying I’m one of these…that somehow the bloodlines got crossed?”
Again Jim nodded. “Yes. I think some of my superiors suspected, and that’s why they were so adamant that we watch you, even when you showed none of the early signs.”
It was Dean’s turn to stand, pacing. “Wait. Wait. This doesn’t make any sense. Sam’s blood is the same as mine. If all of this is true, why don’t I have these…gifts?”
“That’s where things get complicated…more complicated.” Jim sighed and pulled his hand back through his hair. “You have gifts too, Dean. They just aren’t the same as Sam’s. In order to protect humanity, the children of these bloodlines are born in sets of two. The first paves the way, guards and protects, serves as a lightening rod for the second, keeps them grounded. If any survive to adulthood, it is because this bond is greater than any human bond. Always two boys or two girls. Always together.”
“Which is why you were assigned when I was born.” Sam said, rubbing at his head. “They weren’t worried until there were two of us.”
Jim nodded, offering a small smile. “Your mother was a second child, her older sister died when she was still very small. We speculated that was why her gifts never manifested fully, though they had in others before.”
“So these three bloodlines…these…things…” Dean squinted at him and Jim sighed. There was no getting around telling the whole story.
“I’m sure you’ve guessed some of it Dean, you’re a smart man.”
“Obviously the rebellious ones became demons.” Sam said, scratching at his head. “Which means the repentant ones became angels.”
“And the last?” Dean asked, hands on his hips, that angry tone back in his voice.
Jim pressed his lips together and inhaled. This was the part of the story he hadn’t been sure he believed…but if what he was hearing from the hunter community were true…He exhaled and met Dean’s eyes. “We call them the Fae.” Jim said it softly, but Dean still reacted badly, cursing and turning away.
Sightings of the Fae were rare, and hard to believe. Hunters who had gone in search of them never returned…at least not whole.
Sam reached for him and they were quiet, their heads pressed together for a long moment before Sam looked up. “So which are we?”
Jim nodded and crossed to the desk, and his bag under the desk. He pulled out a stack of papers. “It took some digging. Your mother…her line was from the angelic side. Persuasion, empathy, healing. As far as I knew when I came to Lawrence, that was all. Your father… he comes from a very old line that we had assumed was dormant. There hasn’t been an active power in the line for seven generations. We figured it had jumped to one of the more potent lines, where the various strains have been brought back together over time.”
“Let me guess? Demon?” Dean asked, reaching for the papers.
“Apparently, the older line was mixed with a newer line, over and over again, though the children never manifested gifts.”
“They were blocked.” Sam said, reading over Dean’s shoulder. “So, the bloodlines crossed.”
“I’m not done.” Jim’s voice was quiet, but he could sense the unease from Sam. He didn’t look up right away. “After your outburst at the church though Sam, I recognized that not all of your gifts were from those two lines. The shielding, the protective self-preservation, the dreams…those all come from the Fae line. So I dug. It took a while to find.”
He flipped through the papers to a certificate of adoption. “Your mother’s mother was adopted. Her genealogy was hard to crack, but in the end, it turns out that’s where the Fae comes in. First time I’d ever heard of Fae bloodlines outside of Europe.” Jim had been shocked. There had been no confirmed children from the Fae bloodlines in generations. There were those in the brotherhood that believed they were gone.
Jim scratched at the growth of beard on his face. “Then I found this.” He flipped again through the papers, stopping at a name on the birth certificate for their father’s mother. Her birth mother’s name was identical to the name of the woman who had given their maternal grandmother up for adoption.
“So Dad is…both too. Just like Mom.” Sam said, his voice trembling.
“They come from the same line.” Jim said. “They share a grandmother…and judging from the dates, their mothers were twins. They both died before your parents married, so no one ever figured it out.”
The boys were back to leaning in to one another, sharing air as they whispered back and forth. Jim sighed and sat back, offering them what privacy he could. They didn’t have time to waste, but he could give them a few moments to adjust what he had just told them. After all, he had just changed everything they ever knew about themselves.
When Sam looked up again, he seemed drained, even more tired than when they got here. “What does this mean…for us?”
Jim was at the end of what he knew. Everything else was speculation. “The demon that killed your mother…I think he was planning you. I think he had a hand in making sure that the three bloodlines mixed. There’s evidence that he wanted you trained up like a hunter…and that might be the only reason he killed her…your mother. He wants you for something.”
“Well, he can’t have him.” Dean said defensively. “Not without killing me first.”
“Dean, please…” Sam’s voice was needy and hurt.
“I told you Sam, I’m all done sitting around and letting you protect me. I’m obviously supposed to be the one protecting you.”
Sam turned toward the window. “Are you expecting company?”
“Only Father Perina.”
Sam shook his head. “Priest maybe…” His nostrils flared. “He’s through your first perimeter. Coming fast.”
Jim stood and went to the office door, checking the hallway. “Come with me.” He eased out into the hall and down into the choir’s robe closet. “In here.” He pulled a flashlight off the shelf and handed it to Dean. “There’s a tunnel. Follow it to the end. It comes out near the creek. You can double back around and get to the car once I draw him inside.”
Dean nodded, but Sam was squinting at him. “He doesn’t know we’re here, but he suspects. As soon as he sees the car…”
Jim tried not to imagine that. The only thing that might spare him was the fact that they were on sanctified ground. Suddenly there was a hand in his and a flare of panic in his heart.
“Come with us.” Sam said urgently.
“You’ll need cover.” Jim insisted, trying to pull away.
“If you stay, he’ll kill you. Then he’ll kill your friend.” Sam’s eyes met his. “I can protect you…us.”
Jim took a step toward him, wanting to believe he could, but knowing that the chances of him surviving the next few weeks were small.
“They’ve already taken everything from you…do you want to give them your life too?”
Jim closed his eyes and shook his head, following Sam into the dark without looking back.
The nightmares had been bad. Sam’s head still hurt from the last of them and from Dean pulling him out of them. His touch had been gentle, but that hadn’t mattered. The way memory had weaved in with visions of what was to come had left him reeling, throwing up what little food he’d managed to eat and wishing he could crawl into a dark, dark place and drug himself into oblivion.
He pushed the sunglasses up higher on his nose, into his face. His hand was on Dean’s back, holding his belt. Jim was behind him. He could feel the discomfort, fear and anguish rolling through him.
“He’s in the church.” Sam whispered to Dean. “Give me a sec.” Sam reached out for the doors of the church, reached inside the locks. It may be a simple thing he’d learned from one of Missouri’s friends, but he’d found it came in handy. “He’s locked in. Go.”
Dean crouched low and sprinted for the car, easing it open. Sam reached behind him for Jim’s arm and pulled him toward the car. Then the engine was roaring to life and they were pulling out. Sam could feel the priest-alarm, anger. Shots slammed into the door of the church, shattering the wood.
Dean just pressed harder on the gas and they were out on the main road before the priest had even gotten through the door. Dean merged them into traffic and sent them into the heart of the city, the easier for losing a tail.
Sam’s stomach lurched as Dean twisted the car around and headed for their motel. “Just need to clean up, hit the road.” Dean said over his shoulder to Jim. “Probably shouldn’t hang around here for long.”
“He wasn’t alone.” Sam said. There were others searching other churches. “They aren’t happy with you.” Jim looked a little green around the edges.
Dean stopped them a block from the motel so he could scope the place out. “Anything?” he murmured to Sam who shook his head.
“Not that I can tell.”
Dean was concerned for him, Sam could feel it without meeting his gaze. “I’ll sleep on the road Dean. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. I’ll go in, get our stuff. You two wait here. Call me if anyone comes snooping.” Dean pressed a kiss to Sam’s forehead and got out, jogging toward their room.
Sam turned to Jim. “Now that he’s gone for the moment…What…what are we going to do about me?”
Jim sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Honestly? I don’t know Sam. I mean…if I didn’t know you…if I didn’t know what you’ve already overcome in your life…I’m not sure I’d believe you could…be saved.”
Sam nodded. He was afraid of that. Afraid that there was no hope for him. He would be angry, if he had the energy.
“Sam, what I do know is that you need to take care of yourself. You need to sleep, eat…get yourself healthy. You’ll never control it if you’re falling apart.” Jim leaned over the seat, brushing a hand over Sam’s forehead. “I know someone…he’s…not friendly, but he’s the only one I can think of that might be able to help.”
“You trust him?”
Jim shook his head. “No. Not really, but he’s got no love for the brotherhood, and he’s worked with the kids we brought to the training center. He’s good.” Jim sighed. “I’m not even sure he’ll see you. But it’s worth a shot.”
Sam nodded. “Okay. We’ll try. But he’s the last one. All these teachers seem to do is wear me down…” And then when he’d walked away then came the headaches and the nightmares.
Dean opened the back door and tossed their duffles into the back seat beside Jim, then got in behind the wheel. “Here. It’s the last we’ve got, but I’ll get us more.” He dumped a combination of pills into Sam’s hand, pain killers and sedatives.
“Dean-“
He held up his hand. “You said you’d sleep. I know just looking at you that you won’t unless you take those.” He pushed Sam’s hand toward his mouth, then handed him the bottle of water.
He might have argued, but he was too tired for that too. Instead, he nodded, tossed the pills in his mouth and washed them down. He didn’t want them, but at least he’d sleep.
Gabe was hunkered down in the dark corner of the bar, hiding behind his laptop. Caleb and his father were at the bar talking to Ellen. So far he hadn’t seen Jo, but he figured it was only time. And Jo was pretty much the last person he wanted to see.
He got his email open and started sorting. He’d been offline for almost two days, driving through backwaters with no wi fi to steal. He kind of thought his father and Caleb were conspiring to keep him off the computer so his arm would heal. His inbox was bursting at the seams.
He skimmed over the college buddy emails and the random stuff from non-hunters he knew, then spotted the one from Sam. He opened it, his blue eyes flicking over the short message.
“Gabe, good work. Thanks. Taking a side trip. Will be a few days. Wait at the Roadhouse. Sending everyone to you. Sam.”
Every email Gabe got from Sam was shorter than the one that came before. Gabe chewed on his lip, contemplating whether he was ready to forgive Caleb enough to relay the message…and maybe angle for Caleb to join him for a walk. All in the interest of strengthening his leg.
Caleb was looking at him, as if he had said the last bit out loud. Gabe closed his computer and leveraged himself up. “Got a message from Sam,” he said as he approached the bar. “He says we hang tight and wait here. He’ll be a few days.”
“Ellen was just telling us that Bobby and John are on their way. Joe should be here in a few days too.” Allen said.
“Well I hope Sam can make more out of the stuff I sent him than I’ve been able to.” Gabe said. “For all I can tell we’re heading for an apocalypse.” He shook his head, then caught Caleb’s eye. “Up for a walk? I need to stretch my leg after two days in the car.”
“Yeah, sure.” Caleb pushed back from the bar and waved to Ellen as he joined Gabe in heading for the door. “A walk, eh?” he asked as they got outside.
“At least until we’re out of earshot.” Gabe returned, grinning. He tried not to limp as they moved across the parking lot. “There’s a little spot down this way.”
“A spot…for what?” Caleb grinned, ruining the innocent look he’d been trying for. Gabe swatted at him.
“It’s been days.”
“Traveling with your father.” Caleb reminded. Gabe took his hand and put it on his cock, which had started hardening as soon as they were out of the Roadhouse.
Caleb chuckled. “Doesn’t that get in the way of the whole walking part of this adventure?”
Gabe growled and stopped. They were far enough. No one should come looking here. There were trees, a boulder big enough to lay on. He grabbed Caleb’s shirt and pulled him in to kiss. “I want to taste you.” Caleb sighed into Gabe’s mouth and pressed Gabe’s hand to his own groin, and the hard cock inside his jeans.
“Want you to fuck me Gabe…enough blow jobs and quickie hand jobs in the bathroom when Allen goes for coffee in the morning.”
Gabe raised an eyebrow at the tone in Caleb’s voice. The last time they’d tried for full contact, Gabe hadn’t been able to maintain because of his injuries and it had left them both unsatisfied. Caleb had finished him off with a blow job after masturbating himself to Gabe’s instructions, but they hadn’t been alone long enough since to try again.
Gabe hooked a finger in Caleb’s belt and dragged him toward the boulder. “Wish I could have you naked and collared for me, Caleb…love the way you look like that…on your knees for me…”
“Now time for that.” Caleb’s voice was tight, scratchy. His fingers scrambled at his belt, loosed his zipper.
“Lube?” Gabe’s own voice was a little dark and needy.
“Pocket.”
Gabe slid a hand into Caleb’s pocket and came out with a pillow packet of lube. “Nice.”
Caleb was already letting his jeans slide down and bending forward but he grinned over his shoulder. “Been waiting for this too.”
Gabe drizzled lube over his cock and smeared it around, then used those fingers to push into Caleb, who started. “Warning?”
“Sorry. Want.” Gabe responded. He worked his fingers in and out just enough to avoid hurting him, then lined his cock up and sank into Caleb’s ass. It was a tight fit, and it felt so good after so long. Caleb groaned and reached for him, his hand closing around Gabe’s hip and pulling him closer.
This was going to be over way too fast. Gabe slid his cock out slowly, squeezing at the base to try to back off a little. As he pushed back in, Caleb’s other hand slid under to fist his cock. “God, Caleb. Needed this so long.” He closed his eyes and started moving his hips a little more, sliding out before snapping back in.
Caleb grunted with each stroke and Gabe knew he was pulling on his cock with every thrust inward.
“Harder Gabe…need it.”
“Yeah baby, I got you.” Gabe fisted his good hand in Caleb’s shirt, using it to pull Caleb back onto his thrust. The sounds of Caleb’s grunting and the slap of skin to skin filled the air, punctuated by Gabe’s panting. “Fuck. Fuck.”
He collapsed forward as he came, pressing Caleb’s hand and cock against the rock beneath them. Caleb shuddered and bit his lip as he came, the smell of it lifting on the breeze.
Gabe kissed over the sweaty cotton of Caleb’s shirt and moved to push himself up, freezing as he realized that they weren’t alone. Caleb pushed up and froze too.
Jo stood there staring, her mouth open, her eyes wide.
“Oh my god.” Gabe pushed Caleb back down so that he wouldn’t be exposed any more than he was standing there with Gabe’s cock up his ass. “Jo! Turn around!”
She made a strange sound and covered her face. She was shaking her head as she turned away. “You…I heard…your voice…I…I…” She shivered and started running toward the Roadhouse.
Gabe pulled back and got himself tucked in. Caleb did the same, his face red. “My father is going to kill me.” Gabe shoved a hand through his growing hair. It wasn’t back to its full shaggy glory, but it was getting long.
“Maybe she won’t say anything.” Caleb said, squinting after her.
“She won’t have to.” Gabe countered. “He’ll just need to see her face.” He turned to look at Caleb. “And, I’m fairly certain we smell like sex now.”
“On the bright side, I don’t think you need to worry about her hitting on you now.” Caleb said with a chuckle as they headed back.
“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Gabe rolled his eyes. His leg was starting to throb as they got to the door. Ellen was already trying not to laugh. He could see it in the way she pressed her lips together. His father turned to look at them with a raised eyebrow.
He tried to just walk past them and head for Ash’s old room where Gabe had planned on sleeping. “Gabe?”
He stopped and turned to his father. “Dad?”
“Everything okay?”
“Fine.”
“Good walk?”
Gabe closed his eyes. “I’m…gonna go take a shower.”
Caleb touched his shoulder. “I’ll help with the splint.”
Gabe turned and headed for the room, blushing as the laughter bled past the closing door.
Title: Battles, Part Two; A Broken Sequel (all Broken here
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Gabe (OMC)/Caleb, John, Bobby, Pastor Jim, Ellen, Jo, OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: (this part) 3023
Summary: Several months after Out of the Dark, Jim finally tells Sam and Dean the story of the Quem Patrocinorus and what it is that they are defending the world against. In the process Sam and Dean learn who and what they are, though whether that is helpful or not in the long run still can't be seen. Gabe, Caleb and Allen show up at the Roadhouse, where Jo learns why it is that Gabe never did respond to the flirting she was doing.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is the second part to a possibly three to four part arc that I will hopefully get finished before my surgery. This is Broken, so there will be memory of rape and torture, these characters are far from whole, though progress has been made. There will be brother/brother incest as well as other sexual content, though in this section it's only Gabe/Caleb.
The place was as safe as he could make it. Hallowed ground wasn’t enough when your enemies included fellow priests. Jim shook his head and pulled at the empty collar of his shirt. Fellow wasn’t exactly the right word anymore.
Still, it was a start, and Jim was fortunate that the old priest who ran this parish trusted him. The brotherhood wasn’t pleased with him, and likely suspected he would tell Sam everything. It was the only explanation for how quickly it all fell apart after he resigned.
He hadn’t intended to leave the priesthood, only the brotherhood…but within an hour of his resignation, Jim Murphy found himself without a home, sanctioned by the church and asked to leave the parish that had been his home since shortly after Sam was born.
He’d been on the run for weeks, trying to find Sam and Dean, trying not to end up dead. Now, he was ready to stand his ground. He was done running. The small church was surrounded by charms and protections against far more than just demons.
It was only minutes until three. Jim stood on the front step of the church waiting. He didn’t have to wait long. The sound of the Impala’s engine made him tense. This wasn’t going to be easy, and with Sam strung as tight as he was, with his powers as close to out of control as they were, it could be dangerous besides.
He took a deep breath as the car came to a stop and Dean got out from behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the place, then Jim. Sam emerged a little slower, his eyes narrowing directly on Jim.
His walk was stiff, and he seemed to be favoring the leg he’d broken in their escape the year before as he made his way up the walk. His eyes sparkled as he stopped on the top step. “Afraid of something?” His tone was cold, but it wasn’t like Jim was his most welcoming either.
“Yes, I am. Let’s get on inside, before something shows up.”
Dean placed a hand on Sam’s hip to steady him as Jim led them in, through the sanctuary and into Father Perina’s office. “My friend is at the convent down the road, hearing confessions. We have about an hour before he gets back.” He sat and gestured to the other chairs. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
He looked up, surprised a little by the dark circles he could see now under Sam’s eyes, the shake in his hand. As if sensing his thoughts, Dean nodded. “It was a rough night.”
Jim nodded and took a deep breath. “Are you…okay?”
Sam shivered, hugging his arms around himself. “Fine. Just tired. We’re here. Talk.”
“Okay.” Jim sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. “I owe you an apology Sam. Both of you, I guess.” He was nervous. The information he was about to share had never been spoken outside of vows, and never to someone like Sam. If there had ever been someone like Sam. He was beginning to think Sam was unique. “To tell you what I know, I have to begin with a story.”
Jim exhaled slowly and pulled himself together. Sam needed the information. They both did. “There are a number of versions of this story, but…”
Dean looked like he was ready to start hitting if Jim didn’t start getting to the point.
“Before man there were others. Three species, three sets of siblings with gifts and powers that set them apart. They were originally given leadership over man, but they squabbled over who was greater, over which gifts were of greatest benefit to man. Over time, they procreated and spread. They lay with men and women and spread their gifts into humanity.
“When they saw what became of these children, how they were feared and revered, there was disagreement about how to proceed. One of the three demanded they all be killed and that they never mix with human kind again. Another saw the potential for amazing power if ever the three bloodlines were mixed. The last urged caution and condemned the others for rush to judgment.”
Jim wiped his face with one hand. His stomach was roiling. Neither Sam nor Dean moved. “It is said that God was displeased and separated them, commanding that they never be one. The first of them repented and withdrew from the earth to serve God. The second rebelled and withdrew from God to serve themselves. The last chose exile and solitude, taking with them those human children they had created.”
Jim licked his lips. So far all he’d said was myth, easily dismissed. He stood, pacing to the window and back again. “The brotherhood was tasked with tracking the bloodlines through humanity, ensuring that where the gifts existed, they were trained, and that the bloodlines were never crossed.”
He folded his arms. “When it happens, the resultant child is powerful beyond measure…and almost always dies young, whether through their own lack of control of the power inside them, or by those who fear them.”
Sam was shifting, standing. “Like your brotherhood?”
Jim nodded. “Yes, unfortunately.”
Sam exhaled and met his eyes. “So, you’re saying I’m one of these…that somehow the bloodlines got crossed?”
Again Jim nodded. “Yes. I think some of my superiors suspected, and that’s why they were so adamant that we watch you, even when you showed none of the early signs.”
It was Dean’s turn to stand, pacing. “Wait. Wait. This doesn’t make any sense. Sam’s blood is the same as mine. If all of this is true, why don’t I have these…gifts?”
“That’s where things get complicated…more complicated.” Jim sighed and pulled his hand back through his hair. “You have gifts too, Dean. They just aren’t the same as Sam’s. In order to protect humanity, the children of these bloodlines are born in sets of two. The first paves the way, guards and protects, serves as a lightening rod for the second, keeps them grounded. If any survive to adulthood, it is because this bond is greater than any human bond. Always two boys or two girls. Always together.”
“Which is why you were assigned when I was born.” Sam said, rubbing at his head. “They weren’t worried until there were two of us.”
Jim nodded, offering a small smile. “Your mother was a second child, her older sister died when she was still very small. We speculated that was why her gifts never manifested fully, though they had in others before.”
“So these three bloodlines…these…things…” Dean squinted at him and Jim sighed. There was no getting around telling the whole story.
“I’m sure you’ve guessed some of it Dean, you’re a smart man.”
“Obviously the rebellious ones became demons.” Sam said, scratching at his head. “Which means the repentant ones became angels.”
“And the last?” Dean asked, hands on his hips, that angry tone back in his voice.
Jim pressed his lips together and inhaled. This was the part of the story he hadn’t been sure he believed…but if what he was hearing from the hunter community were true…He exhaled and met Dean’s eyes. “We call them the Fae.” Jim said it softly, but Dean still reacted badly, cursing and turning away.
Sightings of the Fae were rare, and hard to believe. Hunters who had gone in search of them never returned…at least not whole.
Sam reached for him and they were quiet, their heads pressed together for a long moment before Sam looked up. “So which are we?”
Jim nodded and crossed to the desk, and his bag under the desk. He pulled out a stack of papers. “It took some digging. Your mother…her line was from the angelic side. Persuasion, empathy, healing. As far as I knew when I came to Lawrence, that was all. Your father… he comes from a very old line that we had assumed was dormant. There hasn’t been an active power in the line for seven generations. We figured it had jumped to one of the more potent lines, where the various strains have been brought back together over time.”
“Let me guess? Demon?” Dean asked, reaching for the papers.
“Apparently, the older line was mixed with a newer line, over and over again, though the children never manifested gifts.”
“They were blocked.” Sam said, reading over Dean’s shoulder. “So, the bloodlines crossed.”
“I’m not done.” Jim’s voice was quiet, but he could sense the unease from Sam. He didn’t look up right away. “After your outburst at the church though Sam, I recognized that not all of your gifts were from those two lines. The shielding, the protective self-preservation, the dreams…those all come from the Fae line. So I dug. It took a while to find.”
He flipped through the papers to a certificate of adoption. “Your mother’s mother was adopted. Her genealogy was hard to crack, but in the end, it turns out that’s where the Fae comes in. First time I’d ever heard of Fae bloodlines outside of Europe.” Jim had been shocked. There had been no confirmed children from the Fae bloodlines in generations. There were those in the brotherhood that believed they were gone.
Jim scratched at the growth of beard on his face. “Then I found this.” He flipped again through the papers, stopping at a name on the birth certificate for their father’s mother. Her birth mother’s name was identical to the name of the woman who had given their maternal grandmother up for adoption.
“So Dad is…both too. Just like Mom.” Sam said, his voice trembling.
“They come from the same line.” Jim said. “They share a grandmother…and judging from the dates, their mothers were twins. They both died before your parents married, so no one ever figured it out.”
The boys were back to leaning in to one another, sharing air as they whispered back and forth. Jim sighed and sat back, offering them what privacy he could. They didn’t have time to waste, but he could give them a few moments to adjust what he had just told them. After all, he had just changed everything they ever knew about themselves.
When Sam looked up again, he seemed drained, even more tired than when they got here. “What does this mean…for us?”
Jim was at the end of what he knew. Everything else was speculation. “The demon that killed your mother…I think he was planning you. I think he had a hand in making sure that the three bloodlines mixed. There’s evidence that he wanted you trained up like a hunter…and that might be the only reason he killed her…your mother. He wants you for something.”
“Well, he can’t have him.” Dean said defensively. “Not without killing me first.”
“Dean, please…” Sam’s voice was needy and hurt.
“I told you Sam, I’m all done sitting around and letting you protect me. I’m obviously supposed to be the one protecting you.”
Sam turned toward the window. “Are you expecting company?”
“Only Father Perina.”
Sam shook his head. “Priest maybe…” His nostrils flared. “He’s through your first perimeter. Coming fast.”
Jim stood and went to the office door, checking the hallway. “Come with me.” He eased out into the hall and down into the choir’s robe closet. “In here.” He pulled a flashlight off the shelf and handed it to Dean. “There’s a tunnel. Follow it to the end. It comes out near the creek. You can double back around and get to the car once I draw him inside.”
Dean nodded, but Sam was squinting at him. “He doesn’t know we’re here, but he suspects. As soon as he sees the car…”
Jim tried not to imagine that. The only thing that might spare him was the fact that they were on sanctified ground. Suddenly there was a hand in his and a flare of panic in his heart.
“Come with us.” Sam said urgently.
“You’ll need cover.” Jim insisted, trying to pull away.
“If you stay, he’ll kill you. Then he’ll kill your friend.” Sam’s eyes met his. “I can protect you…us.”
Jim took a step toward him, wanting to believe he could, but knowing that the chances of him surviving the next few weeks were small.
“They’ve already taken everything from you…do you want to give them your life too?”
Jim closed his eyes and shook his head, following Sam into the dark without looking back.
The nightmares had been bad. Sam’s head still hurt from the last of them and from Dean pulling him out of them. His touch had been gentle, but that hadn’t mattered. The way memory had weaved in with visions of what was to come had left him reeling, throwing up what little food he’d managed to eat and wishing he could crawl into a dark, dark place and drug himself into oblivion.
He pushed the sunglasses up higher on his nose, into his face. His hand was on Dean’s back, holding his belt. Jim was behind him. He could feel the discomfort, fear and anguish rolling through him.
“He’s in the church.” Sam whispered to Dean. “Give me a sec.” Sam reached out for the doors of the church, reached inside the locks. It may be a simple thing he’d learned from one of Missouri’s friends, but he’d found it came in handy. “He’s locked in. Go.”
Dean crouched low and sprinted for the car, easing it open. Sam reached behind him for Jim’s arm and pulled him toward the car. Then the engine was roaring to life and they were pulling out. Sam could feel the priest-alarm, anger. Shots slammed into the door of the church, shattering the wood.
Dean just pressed harder on the gas and they were out on the main road before the priest had even gotten through the door. Dean merged them into traffic and sent them into the heart of the city, the easier for losing a tail.
Sam’s stomach lurched as Dean twisted the car around and headed for their motel. “Just need to clean up, hit the road.” Dean said over his shoulder to Jim. “Probably shouldn’t hang around here for long.”
“He wasn’t alone.” Sam said. There were others searching other churches. “They aren’t happy with you.” Jim looked a little green around the edges.
Dean stopped them a block from the motel so he could scope the place out. “Anything?” he murmured to Sam who shook his head.
“Not that I can tell.”
Dean was concerned for him, Sam could feel it without meeting his gaze. “I’ll sleep on the road Dean. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. I’ll go in, get our stuff. You two wait here. Call me if anyone comes snooping.” Dean pressed a kiss to Sam’s forehead and got out, jogging toward their room.
Sam turned to Jim. “Now that he’s gone for the moment…What…what are we going to do about me?”
Jim sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Honestly? I don’t know Sam. I mean…if I didn’t know you…if I didn’t know what you’ve already overcome in your life…I’m not sure I’d believe you could…be saved.”
Sam nodded. He was afraid of that. Afraid that there was no hope for him. He would be angry, if he had the energy.
“Sam, what I do know is that you need to take care of yourself. You need to sleep, eat…get yourself healthy. You’ll never control it if you’re falling apart.” Jim leaned over the seat, brushing a hand over Sam’s forehead. “I know someone…he’s…not friendly, but he’s the only one I can think of that might be able to help.”
“You trust him?”
Jim shook his head. “No. Not really, but he’s got no love for the brotherhood, and he’s worked with the kids we brought to the training center. He’s good.” Jim sighed. “I’m not even sure he’ll see you. But it’s worth a shot.”
Sam nodded. “Okay. We’ll try. But he’s the last one. All these teachers seem to do is wear me down…” And then when he’d walked away then came the headaches and the nightmares.
Dean opened the back door and tossed their duffles into the back seat beside Jim, then got in behind the wheel. “Here. It’s the last we’ve got, but I’ll get us more.” He dumped a combination of pills into Sam’s hand, pain killers and sedatives.
“Dean-“
He held up his hand. “You said you’d sleep. I know just looking at you that you won’t unless you take those.” He pushed Sam’s hand toward his mouth, then handed him the bottle of water.
He might have argued, but he was too tired for that too. Instead, he nodded, tossed the pills in his mouth and washed them down. He didn’t want them, but at least he’d sleep.
Gabe was hunkered down in the dark corner of the bar, hiding behind his laptop. Caleb and his father were at the bar talking to Ellen. So far he hadn’t seen Jo, but he figured it was only time. And Jo was pretty much the last person he wanted to see.
He got his email open and started sorting. He’d been offline for almost two days, driving through backwaters with no wi fi to steal. He kind of thought his father and Caleb were conspiring to keep him off the computer so his arm would heal. His inbox was bursting at the seams.
He skimmed over the college buddy emails and the random stuff from non-hunters he knew, then spotted the one from Sam. He opened it, his blue eyes flicking over the short message.
“Gabe, good work. Thanks. Taking a side trip. Will be a few days. Wait at the Roadhouse. Sending everyone to you. Sam.”
Every email Gabe got from Sam was shorter than the one that came before. Gabe chewed on his lip, contemplating whether he was ready to forgive Caleb enough to relay the message…and maybe angle for Caleb to join him for a walk. All in the interest of strengthening his leg.
Caleb was looking at him, as if he had said the last bit out loud. Gabe closed his computer and leveraged himself up. “Got a message from Sam,” he said as he approached the bar. “He says we hang tight and wait here. He’ll be a few days.”
“Ellen was just telling us that Bobby and John are on their way. Joe should be here in a few days too.” Allen said.
“Well I hope Sam can make more out of the stuff I sent him than I’ve been able to.” Gabe said. “For all I can tell we’re heading for an apocalypse.” He shook his head, then caught Caleb’s eye. “Up for a walk? I need to stretch my leg after two days in the car.”
“Yeah, sure.” Caleb pushed back from the bar and waved to Ellen as he joined Gabe in heading for the door. “A walk, eh?” he asked as they got outside.
“At least until we’re out of earshot.” Gabe returned, grinning. He tried not to limp as they moved across the parking lot. “There’s a little spot down this way.”
“A spot…for what?” Caleb grinned, ruining the innocent look he’d been trying for. Gabe swatted at him.
“It’s been days.”
“Traveling with your father.” Caleb reminded. Gabe took his hand and put it on his cock, which had started hardening as soon as they were out of the Roadhouse.
Caleb chuckled. “Doesn’t that get in the way of the whole walking part of this adventure?”
Gabe growled and stopped. They were far enough. No one should come looking here. There were trees, a boulder big enough to lay on. He grabbed Caleb’s shirt and pulled him in to kiss. “I want to taste you.” Caleb sighed into Gabe’s mouth and pressed Gabe’s hand to his own groin, and the hard cock inside his jeans.
“Want you to fuck me Gabe…enough blow jobs and quickie hand jobs in the bathroom when Allen goes for coffee in the morning.”
Gabe raised an eyebrow at the tone in Caleb’s voice. The last time they’d tried for full contact, Gabe hadn’t been able to maintain because of his injuries and it had left them both unsatisfied. Caleb had finished him off with a blow job after masturbating himself to Gabe’s instructions, but they hadn’t been alone long enough since to try again.
Gabe hooked a finger in Caleb’s belt and dragged him toward the boulder. “Wish I could have you naked and collared for me, Caleb…love the way you look like that…on your knees for me…”
“Now time for that.” Caleb’s voice was tight, scratchy. His fingers scrambled at his belt, loosed his zipper.
“Lube?” Gabe’s own voice was a little dark and needy.
“Pocket.”
Gabe slid a hand into Caleb’s pocket and came out with a pillow packet of lube. “Nice.”
Caleb was already letting his jeans slide down and bending forward but he grinned over his shoulder. “Been waiting for this too.”
Gabe drizzled lube over his cock and smeared it around, then used those fingers to push into Caleb, who started. “Warning?”
“Sorry. Want.” Gabe responded. He worked his fingers in and out just enough to avoid hurting him, then lined his cock up and sank into Caleb’s ass. It was a tight fit, and it felt so good after so long. Caleb groaned and reached for him, his hand closing around Gabe’s hip and pulling him closer.
This was going to be over way too fast. Gabe slid his cock out slowly, squeezing at the base to try to back off a little. As he pushed back in, Caleb’s other hand slid under to fist his cock. “God, Caleb. Needed this so long.” He closed his eyes and started moving his hips a little more, sliding out before snapping back in.
Caleb grunted with each stroke and Gabe knew he was pulling on his cock with every thrust inward.
“Harder Gabe…need it.”
“Yeah baby, I got you.” Gabe fisted his good hand in Caleb’s shirt, using it to pull Caleb back onto his thrust. The sounds of Caleb’s grunting and the slap of skin to skin filled the air, punctuated by Gabe’s panting. “Fuck. Fuck.”
He collapsed forward as he came, pressing Caleb’s hand and cock against the rock beneath them. Caleb shuddered and bit his lip as he came, the smell of it lifting on the breeze.
Gabe kissed over the sweaty cotton of Caleb’s shirt and moved to push himself up, freezing as he realized that they weren’t alone. Caleb pushed up and froze too.
Jo stood there staring, her mouth open, her eyes wide.
“Oh my god.” Gabe pushed Caleb back down so that he wouldn’t be exposed any more than he was standing there with Gabe’s cock up his ass. “Jo! Turn around!”
She made a strange sound and covered her face. She was shaking her head as she turned away. “You…I heard…your voice…I…I…” She shivered and started running toward the Roadhouse.
Gabe pulled back and got himself tucked in. Caleb did the same, his face red. “My father is going to kill me.” Gabe shoved a hand through his growing hair. It wasn’t back to its full shaggy glory, but it was getting long.
“Maybe she won’t say anything.” Caleb said, squinting after her.
“She won’t have to.” Gabe countered. “He’ll just need to see her face.” He turned to look at Caleb. “And, I’m fairly certain we smell like sex now.”
“On the bright side, I don’t think you need to worry about her hitting on you now.” Caleb said with a chuckle as they headed back.
“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Gabe rolled his eyes. His leg was starting to throb as they got to the door. Ellen was already trying not to laugh. He could see it in the way she pressed her lips together. His father turned to look at them with a raised eyebrow.
He tried to just walk past them and head for Ash’s old room where Gabe had planned on sleeping. “Gabe?”
He stopped and turned to his father. “Dad?”
“Everything okay?”
“Fine.”
“Good walk?”
Gabe closed his eyes. “I’m…gonna go take a shower.”
Caleb touched his shoulder. “I’ll help with the splint.”
Gabe turned and headed for the room, blushing as the laughter bled past the closing door.