Broken: Battles, Part Five -- Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Battles, Part Five; A Broken Sequel (all Broken here)
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Gabe (OMC)/Caleb, Pastor Jim, John/Ellen, Bobby
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: (this part) 3085
Summary: Sam and Dean and Jim finally make it to the Roadhouse where other hunters have been gathering. Sam and John share a moment, demons attack and then there's sex.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is the fifth part to a possibly three to four five to seven part arc that I will hopefully maybe get finished before my surgery is rescheduled. This is Broken, so there will be memory of rape and torture, these characters are far from whole, though progress has been made. Brother/Brother incest. Vague mention of some D/s.
He could feel them. Hunters. Restless. The last time they had come together it had been to save one of their own. To save him and Dean. They knew this was bigger. They knew their chances weren’t good…and the fate of the world rested on them.
Okay, so that was a little melodramatic, even for Sam. He opened his eyes as the car came to a stop outside the roadhouse. He took a deep breath and set up a perimeter shield. It was getting easier to do. He kept it close to the building, strong enough that nothing more than human was getting inside.
The door opened. Their father filled the space. He was uneasy. Still had his doubts about Sam, about what Sam had become. Something had changed though. He wasn’t as depressed, not as shut down as he’d been when they’d dropped him off at Bobby’s.
“You coming?” Dean asked as he got out of the car.
“You two go. I need a minute.”
He watched as Dean embraced their father. Jim shook his hand. They went inside. Still, John stood there, watching Sam.
He could feel the last vestiges of the demon, the bear…and the technology that had let Ash and Andrew control him. Slowly, Sam got out of the car and crossed the dusty parking lot.
“Hey, Sam.” John said as he got closer.
Sam smiled and reached to embrace him, his right hand snaking up to cup over the back of his father’s neck. He held his father tight and felt for them, the bits and pieces that didn’t belong.
His father stiffened and bit off a yell, pulling away. They both looked down at Sam’s hand as John’s hand moved to the place where the plastic and metal had been. “How did you…” John’s voice trailed off as Sam shrugged.
His hand came away a little bloody. Sam turned him to look. The wound was already starting to close. “A gift from Mom’s side of the family.” Sam offered, putting the twisted line of chips and wires into his father’s hand. “I’m okay, Dad.”
John nodded absently, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“I know what you saw when that demon was inside of you. I can’t change that, but it isn’t the whole picture, okay? I’m good. And we have a battle ahead of us.”
“Gabe’s saying shit about demons and angels and fucking Fae.” John said, holding the door open for Sam who nodded.
“Yeah. It’s insane.” Sam took in the room as he entered. The last time he’d been here he hadn’t been himself. He’d been despondent, suicidal even. Gabe and Caleb were standing with Dean near a table. Allen and Bobby held another table in the corner. There were five or six other hunters, and more on their way.
Sam exhaled. “This is going to get ugly.”
“When doesn’t it?” John asked.
Sam smiled. “We’ve got a day, maybe two. Then we need to hit the road.”
“Do you have anything resembling a plan?”
It wasn’t so much of a plan as it was a determination. Sam wasn’t going to let the demon start a war over him. “Something resembling one, yeah.” Sam answered after a while. “First though, we need to put all the cards on the table. I need everyone here to understand exactly what’s going on.”
Sam pulled the map out of his back pocket and headed for one of the tables. He knew everyone would gravitate toward him soon enough. He smoothed out the paper. “This is Laramie. This is where it’s going to go down.”
His father frowned at him. “Why Laramie?”
Sam shrugged. “Don’t know exactly. It just seems to be where they’re all congregating. Well, not all.” That was where the demon was sending his troops, but he wasn’t there. He was shadowing Sam. Coming to him in his dreams, in random people he happened across. He’d even made a go at Dean, but Dean was so focused on Sam the bastard didn’t stand a chance.
“Tyrone and Belle are in Laramie already.” Gabe said as he and Caleb joined them. “I talked to Belle an hour ago. She said that they sightings are off the charts. Demon possessions, they can’t stay on top of. They exorcise one, five more pop up.” He pointed to the south side of the map. “According to their information, the demonic signs are all along here.” He drew his finger along a stretch of land.”
Sam nodded. “That fits with what I saw.” He looked up. All eyes in the room were on him. More than a few were clearly uncomfortable. “Okay, might as well get this out of the way now. I’m sure you’ve all heard rumors.” He took a deep breath. Dean stepped a little closer, his hand on Sam’s back. “I am…have certain abilities now. Or, I’ve always had them, I just didn’t know it. I was born with them, but they were blocked by the same demonic son of a bitch that killed my mother and is brewing up this fight.”
His eyes scanned the group, feeling them out. “That might make some of you uncomfortable, maybe not even trust me. That’s okay. If any of you want out, now’s the time to do it.”
No one moved for a long time, then one of the older hunters cleared his throat. “You gonna tell us what these abilities are?”
Sam looked at him. “Able Montero, right?” When the man nodded, Sam smiled. “You were with Gordon’s team when they found Caleb.” Again he nodded. “You’ll get to see plenty if you come with us to Laramie. Otherwise, you’ll just have to trust me when I say that they’re there and that I intend to use them to protect people.”
“And we’re supposed to trust that?”
Sam turned to the dark haired hunter squeezing in next to Gabe. “Sonny Barker, you weren’t with us the last go round, but your father was.”
“For all the good that did him.”
Sam nodded. “I was sorry to hear he passed.”
“I’m only here because I followed a string of possessions and hauntings from Florida.”
Sam inhaled slowly, then let the air out just as slowly. “Nothing I say will make you trust me, Sonny. So, let me show you something instead.” Sam gestured to the door. Sonny followed him a little hesitantly. Outside the door, Sam pointed to the four men standing outside his perimeter. As soon as Sam appeared, they started throwing themselves at the barrier, falling to the ground only to get up and try again and again.
“They aren’t alone, but they’re the only ones who found bodies to inhabit.” Sam said softly. He couldn’t quite make out the others, but he knew they were there. “Right now, I’m the only thing keeping them from burning us out.”
Sam gave the barrier a shove, forcing them back a few more feet. “I can’t hold it forever, but they’ll wear themselves out soon.” He moved back to the table. “Of course, you don’t have to believe me.” He rubbed at his head. It was starting to hurt with the effort. “We need all the help we can get, but if you’re doubting, or carrying a grudge, you’re just opening yourself up to be a target for demons.”
“So what is the plan? Caleb asked.
“Well.” Sam licked his lips. “There’s Azazel. He’s mine to deal with. He’s the reason for this whole mess. But, he’s a demon. He doesn’t play fair. He’ll use anything and everything to get me to give him what he wants.”
“What is it he wants?” Gabe asked the question they all wanted answered.
Sam met his blue eyes. “Me.”
“But he can’t have you.” Dean said quietly, but fiercely.
“No, he can’t.” Sam agreed. “That’s what the others are there to make sure of as well. Unfortunately, they want the same thing he does.”
“By that you mean angels and Fae?” Able asked, his voice incredulous.
Sam nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“You’re asking us to take an awful lot on faith, boy.”
“I know.”
You’re wasting your time, Sammy.
Sam closed his eyes and swallowed. “He’s here.” Sam whispered to Dean. Azazel was close by.
They think you’re a freak. They’ll kill you in your sleep.
Sam cleared his throat. “Anyway…what we’ll need is for all of you to run interference, keep the path clear, give me space to do what I need to.”
You still think you can beat me, Sammy? I made you what you are.
“Dean.” Sam’s hand fumbled for his brother’s, pulling him back from the table. “Finish this. I have to…” He took a deep breath. “Deal with him.”
Dean’s eyes searched his as he shook his head. “We can come back to this. Let me help you.”
“I got it. Reassure them.” There was more pressure against the barrier. “Fuck. They’re trying to get in.”
“Why now?”
Sam shook his head. His fingers twined in Dean’s. “He doesn’t want to face me in Laramie.” He didn’t know how he knew that. He just did. He also knew his barrier wasn’t going to hold. He snapped his head up. “Demons coming in.”
He dropped the barrier before they could break it, and whirled to face the door. Azazel wouldn’t come himself, he’d send the others to their deaths, just to wear Sam down. The first of them came through the door, and got a face full of holy water from Jim. Another crashed through a window and met with Bobby’s gun.
Gabe and Caleb were back to back, guns in hand.
John tackled another and Dean was pulling Sam back out of the line of fire. Sam reached inside him, feeling the connections he’d made on the mountain spring to life. “It’s about to get hot,” he warned Dean as the light burst up and out of him. Bright, white, holy light that emanated out of his skin.
One by one the demons exploded, black inky darkness pouring out of their victims and fleeing the light.
It was too much for Sam who hadn’t fully recovered from the exhaustion brought on by the training. He sagged to the floor, bringing Dean with him.
“Sam?”
How long can you keep protecting them?
“Long enough.” Sam muttered.
“Sam?” Dean was worried, leaning over him. Sam opened his eyes, but everything was too bright. His head hurt, his body ached. “Okay, let’s get you someplace quiet and dark.” Dean said and Sam wondered if he’d said anything out loud.
Dean helped him up, practically carrying him into some dark room where there was a bed and pillows and Sam mumbled his thanks as he fell into sleep.
Dean emerged from the bedroom and looked down at the gathered hunters. His father was clearly marking the map, assigning positions, taking charge. Dean descended the stairs and made for the bar, reaching over it for a bottle of Jack and pouring himself a shot.
When he’d downed it, he rejoined the group at the table. He had instructions from Sam he needed to relay. He waited until his father took a breath. “Gabe, you and Caleb are staying here.”
“What?” Caleb frowned at him.
“Sam said he needed you both here. He said you would know why not long after we left.” Dean knew Caleb wouldn’t like it, but Sam had been adamant about it. “Allen, Jim, Sam wants you here.” He pointed to a spot on the north bound road. “There’s an old church there. The graveyard is a target. We’ll need to box it in with salt.”
“Why exactly?” Allen asked as he leaned over to memorize the spot.
“Apparently Azazel’s army will use the dead if they can’t find enough living hosts. The ground here is no longer consecrated. Your job is to keep the zombies in.”
He relayed the rest of Sam’s instructions before he touched his father’s hand and drew him away from the others. “You okay?”
John frowned down at him. “Yeah, you?”
Dean scratched his head. “I’ll be better once this is over. Sam’s worried about you.”
“I’m good, Dean.”
He shook his head. “Not now, later. You had that fuck inside you once already. He’s twisting Sam slow. You can’t let him inside again.”
“Not like I wanted it the first time-“
Dean held up his hand. “I know, and that’s not what I meant. Just…you’ve been…upset, depressed, whatever. You need to be in control. Sam can’t be distracted by you.”
“Yeah, I get it.” John looked pissed, but he nodded and pulled a hand over his face.
Dean smiled tightly. “I’ve got something for you. Sam wanted me to have it, but I think you need it more.” He pulled the amulet out of his shirt and pulled it off. “It’s protection, strongest kind there is.”
His father took the pendant, looking at it, then up at Dean. “You sure?”
Dean nodded. “Sam’s says even old yellow eyes can’t get past that.” He clapped his father on the shoulder. “Now, I think I’m going to go see if I can catch a nap while Sam’s resting. Keeping up with him lately has been wearing me out.”
“You gonna finish the bottle?” Ellen’s voice was warm and her hand warmer as it slid up his arm.
“Nah.” John put the glass down with most of the whiskey still in it. “Not in the mood tonight.”
She moved closer, in between his legs, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Pity.”
John crooked a smile. “I’ve been here for four days and you haven’t wanted anything to do with me.”
“I was waiting for your head to straighten out.” Ellen said. Her kiss was soft. “Now, it looks like you’re pulling on out of here again and I haven’t scratched my itch.”
John raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that what this is?”
She tilted her head. “Are you asking me what my intentions are?”
“Maybe.” He rubbed his hands up over her back, leaning in to kiss her, letting his tongue wander over her lips.
“Maybe I just want you to warm my bed.” Ellen said softly. “Been empty a long time.”
“And when this is over?”
“You offering to settle down?”
He hadn’t really thought about it, but he missed her, this. “Maybe.”
She smiled at him softly. “How about you come to bed tonight and we’ll talk about the rest when this is over?”
“You’re upset.” Caleb said, his hands circling Gabe’s waist.
“Aren’t you?” Gabe asked, pouting a little and ignoring Caleb’s hands as the crept around to his zipper.
“A little.” Caleb kissed over Gabe’s shoulder. “I’m sure Sam has a good reason though.”
Gabe snorted. “Be nice if he’d tell us what it is.”
“You weren’t going anyway, so why does it bother you?”
Gabe sagged a little against him. “I was hoping I could talk you out of it.”
Caleb chuckled a little. “Rules, Gabe. We agreed. You’re in charge when it comes to sex. I’m in charge when it comes to the job.”
Gabe turned to face him, his face pinched. “It’s a stupid rule.”
Caleb kissed his pout. “It’s a good rule, Gabe.”
“Says you.”
“Okay, tell me what’s really bothering you.” Caleb said standing back. “It’s more than our staying behind.”
Gabe sighed and rolled his eyes. “What are you, my shrink now?”
“If I need to be. Talk to me.” Caleb sat down on the bed, watching Gabe pace the tight space between the bed and the desk. “Is this still about the accident?”
Gabe made a face and turned away. “No. Maybe.” He held up his splinted hand. “I feel useless.”
Caleb nodded, understanding that at least. “You’re not useless, Gabe. You’re healing.”
“I could barely fire my damn gun.” Gabe sank into the desk chair, pouting even more. “My arm hurts.”
Caleb slid off the bed onto his knees, crawling across the floor to Gabe. “Where?”
Gabe petulantly pointed and Caleb followed his finger with his lips, kissing the spot. Gabe rolled his eyes and pointed to his palm. Caleb followed, kissing over the edge of the splint and onto skin. When Gabe’s finger twitched, Caleb kissed up to its tip.
“Better?”
Gabe nodded, though he was still pouting, his lower lip jutting out. Caleb lifted up and caught it with his own lips, sucking at it until Gabe opened his mouth, his good hand pulling Caleb to him. Caleb’s hands found their way to Gabe’s groin, not surprised that he was already getting hard.
“May I?” Caleb breathed into Gabe’s open mouth and Gabe only nodded. Caleb unzipped him, his hand sliding in to guide Gabe’s cock out. It was hardening fast, and Caleb wasted nothing in his move from mouth to cock, swallowing when the tip touched the back of his throat.
Gabe’s hand on the back of his head held him there, just long enough to remind him who was in charge, then eased up, letting Caleb set the pace. He bobbed up and down quickly, feeling Gabe’s cock swell up full. He slowed then, taking him deep and holding him there, tight up against Caleb’s gag reflex because he knew Gabe liked the feeling of power it gave him.
His slide up was slow and at the top, Caleb swirled his tongue around the head, over the slit and under before taking him deep again. Gabe’s hand tightened a little on his head when Gabe sucked hard against him and Gabe gasped when Caleb’s hand closed over his balls.
His hips shifted in the chair, his bit off grunt a sign that he was close. Caleb went back to the slow sucking, his fingers fondling over Gabe’s balls. “Fuck!” Gabe thrust up once, coming in a rush down Caleb’s throat. He swallowed quickly and sat back, wiping his mouth.
“Better now?”
Gabe nodded, this time without the pout.
“Then, come to bed?” Caleb stood and held out his hand. Gabe sighed and took it, letting Caleb guide him to the bed. Caleb turned out the lights and climbed in beside him, and Gabe rolled into him, putting his head on Caleb’s shoulders.
Caleb kissed the top of his head. “You know, with us staying here, we can have sex more.” Gabe murmured as Caleb closed his eyes. “Maybe I’ll put the collar on you when they leave and keep you tied up to the bed until they come back.”
Title: Battles, Part Five; A Broken Sequel (all Broken here)
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, Gabe (OMC)/Caleb, Pastor Jim, John/Ellen, Bobby
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: (this part) 3085
Summary: Sam and Dean and Jim finally make it to the Roadhouse where other hunters have been gathering. Sam and John share a moment, demons attack and then there's sex.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is the fifth part to a possibly three to four five to seven part arc that I will hopefully maybe get finished before my surgery is rescheduled. This is Broken, so there will be memory of rape and torture, these characters are far from whole, though progress has been made. Brother/Brother incest. Vague mention of some D/s.
He could feel them. Hunters. Restless. The last time they had come together it had been to save one of their own. To save him and Dean. They knew this was bigger. They knew their chances weren’t good…and the fate of the world rested on them.
Okay, so that was a little melodramatic, even for Sam. He opened his eyes as the car came to a stop outside the roadhouse. He took a deep breath and set up a perimeter shield. It was getting easier to do. He kept it close to the building, strong enough that nothing more than human was getting inside.
The door opened. Their father filled the space. He was uneasy. Still had his doubts about Sam, about what Sam had become. Something had changed though. He wasn’t as depressed, not as shut down as he’d been when they’d dropped him off at Bobby’s.
“You coming?” Dean asked as he got out of the car.
“You two go. I need a minute.”
He watched as Dean embraced their father. Jim shook his hand. They went inside. Still, John stood there, watching Sam.
He could feel the last vestiges of the demon, the bear…and the technology that had let Ash and Andrew control him. Slowly, Sam got out of the car and crossed the dusty parking lot.
“Hey, Sam.” John said as he got closer.
Sam smiled and reached to embrace him, his right hand snaking up to cup over the back of his father’s neck. He held his father tight and felt for them, the bits and pieces that didn’t belong.
His father stiffened and bit off a yell, pulling away. They both looked down at Sam’s hand as John’s hand moved to the place where the plastic and metal had been. “How did you…” John’s voice trailed off as Sam shrugged.
His hand came away a little bloody. Sam turned him to look. The wound was already starting to close. “A gift from Mom’s side of the family.” Sam offered, putting the twisted line of chips and wires into his father’s hand. “I’m okay, Dad.”
John nodded absently, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“I know what you saw when that demon was inside of you. I can’t change that, but it isn’t the whole picture, okay? I’m good. And we have a battle ahead of us.”
“Gabe’s saying shit about demons and angels and fucking Fae.” John said, holding the door open for Sam who nodded.
“Yeah. It’s insane.” Sam took in the room as he entered. The last time he’d been here he hadn’t been himself. He’d been despondent, suicidal even. Gabe and Caleb were standing with Dean near a table. Allen and Bobby held another table in the corner. There were five or six other hunters, and more on their way.
Sam exhaled. “This is going to get ugly.”
“When doesn’t it?” John asked.
Sam smiled. “We’ve got a day, maybe two. Then we need to hit the road.”
“Do you have anything resembling a plan?”
It wasn’t so much of a plan as it was a determination. Sam wasn’t going to let the demon start a war over him. “Something resembling one, yeah.” Sam answered after a while. “First though, we need to put all the cards on the table. I need everyone here to understand exactly what’s going on.”
Sam pulled the map out of his back pocket and headed for one of the tables. He knew everyone would gravitate toward him soon enough. He smoothed out the paper. “This is Laramie. This is where it’s going to go down.”
His father frowned at him. “Why Laramie?”
Sam shrugged. “Don’t know exactly. It just seems to be where they’re all congregating. Well, not all.” That was where the demon was sending his troops, but he wasn’t there. He was shadowing Sam. Coming to him in his dreams, in random people he happened across. He’d even made a go at Dean, but Dean was so focused on Sam the bastard didn’t stand a chance.
“Tyrone and Belle are in Laramie already.” Gabe said as he and Caleb joined them. “I talked to Belle an hour ago. She said that they sightings are off the charts. Demon possessions, they can’t stay on top of. They exorcise one, five more pop up.” He pointed to the south side of the map. “According to their information, the demonic signs are all along here.” He drew his finger along a stretch of land.”
Sam nodded. “That fits with what I saw.” He looked up. All eyes in the room were on him. More than a few were clearly uncomfortable. “Okay, might as well get this out of the way now. I’m sure you’ve all heard rumors.” He took a deep breath. Dean stepped a little closer, his hand on Sam’s back. “I am…have certain abilities now. Or, I’ve always had them, I just didn’t know it. I was born with them, but they were blocked by the same demonic son of a bitch that killed my mother and is brewing up this fight.”
His eyes scanned the group, feeling them out. “That might make some of you uncomfortable, maybe not even trust me. That’s okay. If any of you want out, now’s the time to do it.”
No one moved for a long time, then one of the older hunters cleared his throat. “You gonna tell us what these abilities are?”
Sam looked at him. “Able Montero, right?” When the man nodded, Sam smiled. “You were with Gordon’s team when they found Caleb.” Again he nodded. “You’ll get to see plenty if you come with us to Laramie. Otherwise, you’ll just have to trust me when I say that they’re there and that I intend to use them to protect people.”
“And we’re supposed to trust that?”
Sam turned to the dark haired hunter squeezing in next to Gabe. “Sonny Barker, you weren’t with us the last go round, but your father was.”
“For all the good that did him.”
Sam nodded. “I was sorry to hear he passed.”
“I’m only here because I followed a string of possessions and hauntings from Florida.”
Sam inhaled slowly, then let the air out just as slowly. “Nothing I say will make you trust me, Sonny. So, let me show you something instead.” Sam gestured to the door. Sonny followed him a little hesitantly. Outside the door, Sam pointed to the four men standing outside his perimeter. As soon as Sam appeared, they started throwing themselves at the barrier, falling to the ground only to get up and try again and again.
“They aren’t alone, but they’re the only ones who found bodies to inhabit.” Sam said softly. He couldn’t quite make out the others, but he knew they were there. “Right now, I’m the only thing keeping them from burning us out.”
Sam gave the barrier a shove, forcing them back a few more feet. “I can’t hold it forever, but they’ll wear themselves out soon.” He moved back to the table. “Of course, you don’t have to believe me.” He rubbed at his head. It was starting to hurt with the effort. “We need all the help we can get, but if you’re doubting, or carrying a grudge, you’re just opening yourself up to be a target for demons.”
“So what is the plan? Caleb asked.
“Well.” Sam licked his lips. “There’s Azazel. He’s mine to deal with. He’s the reason for this whole mess. But, he’s a demon. He doesn’t play fair. He’ll use anything and everything to get me to give him what he wants.”
“What is it he wants?” Gabe asked the question they all wanted answered.
Sam met his blue eyes. “Me.”
“But he can’t have you.” Dean said quietly, but fiercely.
“No, he can’t.” Sam agreed. “That’s what the others are there to make sure of as well. Unfortunately, they want the same thing he does.”
“By that you mean angels and Fae?” Able asked, his voice incredulous.
Sam nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“You’re asking us to take an awful lot on faith, boy.”
“I know.”
You’re wasting your time, Sammy.
Sam closed his eyes and swallowed. “He’s here.” Sam whispered to Dean. Azazel was close by.
They think you’re a freak. They’ll kill you in your sleep.
Sam cleared his throat. “Anyway…what we’ll need is for all of you to run interference, keep the path clear, give me space to do what I need to.”
You still think you can beat me, Sammy? I made you what you are.
“Dean.” Sam’s hand fumbled for his brother’s, pulling him back from the table. “Finish this. I have to…” He took a deep breath. “Deal with him.”
Dean’s eyes searched his as he shook his head. “We can come back to this. Let me help you.”
“I got it. Reassure them.” There was more pressure against the barrier. “Fuck. They’re trying to get in.”
“Why now?”
Sam shook his head. His fingers twined in Dean’s. “He doesn’t want to face me in Laramie.” He didn’t know how he knew that. He just did. He also knew his barrier wasn’t going to hold. He snapped his head up. “Demons coming in.”
He dropped the barrier before they could break it, and whirled to face the door. Azazel wouldn’t come himself, he’d send the others to their deaths, just to wear Sam down. The first of them came through the door, and got a face full of holy water from Jim. Another crashed through a window and met with Bobby’s gun.
Gabe and Caleb were back to back, guns in hand.
John tackled another and Dean was pulling Sam back out of the line of fire. Sam reached inside him, feeling the connections he’d made on the mountain spring to life. “It’s about to get hot,” he warned Dean as the light burst up and out of him. Bright, white, holy light that emanated out of his skin.
One by one the demons exploded, black inky darkness pouring out of their victims and fleeing the light.
It was too much for Sam who hadn’t fully recovered from the exhaustion brought on by the training. He sagged to the floor, bringing Dean with him.
“Sam?”
How long can you keep protecting them?
“Long enough.” Sam muttered.
“Sam?” Dean was worried, leaning over him. Sam opened his eyes, but everything was too bright. His head hurt, his body ached. “Okay, let’s get you someplace quiet and dark.” Dean said and Sam wondered if he’d said anything out loud.
Dean helped him up, practically carrying him into some dark room where there was a bed and pillows and Sam mumbled his thanks as he fell into sleep.
Dean emerged from the bedroom and looked down at the gathered hunters. His father was clearly marking the map, assigning positions, taking charge. Dean descended the stairs and made for the bar, reaching over it for a bottle of Jack and pouring himself a shot.
When he’d downed it, he rejoined the group at the table. He had instructions from Sam he needed to relay. He waited until his father took a breath. “Gabe, you and Caleb are staying here.”
“What?” Caleb frowned at him.
“Sam said he needed you both here. He said you would know why not long after we left.” Dean knew Caleb wouldn’t like it, but Sam had been adamant about it. “Allen, Jim, Sam wants you here.” He pointed to a spot on the north bound road. “There’s an old church there. The graveyard is a target. We’ll need to box it in with salt.”
“Why exactly?” Allen asked as he leaned over to memorize the spot.
“Apparently Azazel’s army will use the dead if they can’t find enough living hosts. The ground here is no longer consecrated. Your job is to keep the zombies in.”
He relayed the rest of Sam’s instructions before he touched his father’s hand and drew him away from the others. “You okay?”
John frowned down at him. “Yeah, you?”
Dean scratched his head. “I’ll be better once this is over. Sam’s worried about you.”
“I’m good, Dean.”
He shook his head. “Not now, later. You had that fuck inside you once already. He’s twisting Sam slow. You can’t let him inside again.”
“Not like I wanted it the first time-“
Dean held up his hand. “I know, and that’s not what I meant. Just…you’ve been…upset, depressed, whatever. You need to be in control. Sam can’t be distracted by you.”
“Yeah, I get it.” John looked pissed, but he nodded and pulled a hand over his face.
Dean smiled tightly. “I’ve got something for you. Sam wanted me to have it, but I think you need it more.” He pulled the amulet out of his shirt and pulled it off. “It’s protection, strongest kind there is.”
His father took the pendant, looking at it, then up at Dean. “You sure?”
Dean nodded. “Sam’s says even old yellow eyes can’t get past that.” He clapped his father on the shoulder. “Now, I think I’m going to go see if I can catch a nap while Sam’s resting. Keeping up with him lately has been wearing me out.”
“You gonna finish the bottle?” Ellen’s voice was warm and her hand warmer as it slid up his arm.
“Nah.” John put the glass down with most of the whiskey still in it. “Not in the mood tonight.”
She moved closer, in between his legs, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Pity.”
John crooked a smile. “I’ve been here for four days and you haven’t wanted anything to do with me.”
“I was waiting for your head to straighten out.” Ellen said. Her kiss was soft. “Now, it looks like you’re pulling on out of here again and I haven’t scratched my itch.”
John raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that what this is?”
She tilted her head. “Are you asking me what my intentions are?”
“Maybe.” He rubbed his hands up over her back, leaning in to kiss her, letting his tongue wander over her lips.
“Maybe I just want you to warm my bed.” Ellen said softly. “Been empty a long time.”
“And when this is over?”
“You offering to settle down?”
He hadn’t really thought about it, but he missed her, this. “Maybe.”
She smiled at him softly. “How about you come to bed tonight and we’ll talk about the rest when this is over?”
“You’re upset.” Caleb said, his hands circling Gabe’s waist.
“Aren’t you?” Gabe asked, pouting a little and ignoring Caleb’s hands as the crept around to his zipper.
“A little.” Caleb kissed over Gabe’s shoulder. “I’m sure Sam has a good reason though.”
Gabe snorted. “Be nice if he’d tell us what it is.”
“You weren’t going anyway, so why does it bother you?”
Gabe sagged a little against him. “I was hoping I could talk you out of it.”
Caleb chuckled a little. “Rules, Gabe. We agreed. You’re in charge when it comes to sex. I’m in charge when it comes to the job.”
Gabe turned to face him, his face pinched. “It’s a stupid rule.”
Caleb kissed his pout. “It’s a good rule, Gabe.”
“Says you.”
“Okay, tell me what’s really bothering you.” Caleb said standing back. “It’s more than our staying behind.”
Gabe sighed and rolled his eyes. “What are you, my shrink now?”
“If I need to be. Talk to me.” Caleb sat down on the bed, watching Gabe pace the tight space between the bed and the desk. “Is this still about the accident?”
Gabe made a face and turned away. “No. Maybe.” He held up his splinted hand. “I feel useless.”
Caleb nodded, understanding that at least. “You’re not useless, Gabe. You’re healing.”
“I could barely fire my damn gun.” Gabe sank into the desk chair, pouting even more. “My arm hurts.”
Caleb slid off the bed onto his knees, crawling across the floor to Gabe. “Where?”
Gabe petulantly pointed and Caleb followed his finger with his lips, kissing the spot. Gabe rolled his eyes and pointed to his palm. Caleb followed, kissing over the edge of the splint and onto skin. When Gabe’s finger twitched, Caleb kissed up to its tip.
“Better?”
Gabe nodded, though he was still pouting, his lower lip jutting out. Caleb lifted up and caught it with his own lips, sucking at it until Gabe opened his mouth, his good hand pulling Caleb to him. Caleb’s hands found their way to Gabe’s groin, not surprised that he was already getting hard.
“May I?” Caleb breathed into Gabe’s open mouth and Gabe only nodded. Caleb unzipped him, his hand sliding in to guide Gabe’s cock out. It was hardening fast, and Caleb wasted nothing in his move from mouth to cock, swallowing when the tip touched the back of his throat.
Gabe’s hand on the back of his head held him there, just long enough to remind him who was in charge, then eased up, letting Caleb set the pace. He bobbed up and down quickly, feeling Gabe’s cock swell up full. He slowed then, taking him deep and holding him there, tight up against Caleb’s gag reflex because he knew Gabe liked the feeling of power it gave him.
His slide up was slow and at the top, Caleb swirled his tongue around the head, over the slit and under before taking him deep again. Gabe’s hand tightened a little on his head when Gabe sucked hard against him and Gabe gasped when Caleb’s hand closed over his balls.
His hips shifted in the chair, his bit off grunt a sign that he was close. Caleb went back to the slow sucking, his fingers fondling over Gabe’s balls. “Fuck!” Gabe thrust up once, coming in a rush down Caleb’s throat. He swallowed quickly and sat back, wiping his mouth.
“Better now?”
Gabe nodded, this time without the pout.
“Then, come to bed?” Caleb stood and held out his hand. Gabe sighed and took it, letting Caleb guide him to the bed. Caleb turned out the lights and climbed in beside him, and Gabe rolled into him, putting his head on Caleb’s shoulders.
Caleb kissed the top of his head. “You know, with us staying here, we can have sex more.” Gabe murmured as Caleb closed his eyes. “Maybe I’ll put the collar on you when they leave and keep you tied up to the bed until they come back.”