Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 24: You're Soaking In It

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 24: You're Soaking In It

Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest (Sam is a few months shy of legal age)
Word Count: 2000
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
Summary: Ever wonder how Dean started talking dirty? The genesis is in the way Sam and Dean make their feelings for each other physical. This story has dirty talk, all the feels you can handle, infinite love and even a plot that develops into a nail-biting narrative, with the best kind of hurt/comfort.
Chapter Summary: Reggie takes the boys out for burgers. He learns something unsettling. Sam does not have an easy time on his first public outing since he was kidnapped. Dean confronts Bobby. John takes a small step toward trying to make up for what he caused.

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Entire work so far starting at chapter 1 can be read here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/411362

Reggie stared at Dean so intently, he felt like a bug on a pin.  He went to signal the waitress for the check, and jerked his hand clumsily, knocking over the coffee can full of utensils.

Sam jumped like he’d been shot, recoiling against his seat so fast he would have tipped over backward if Dean wasn’t on him in a heartbeat, grabbing his flannel to hold him up.

“Sam?”

Sam’s face was white, his breathing ragged.

The corners of Reggie’s mouth went down, and he swore.  “Get him out of here.” He tossed Dean the keys to his car. “Quick. I’ll be right there.”

Sam began curling in on himself, muttering something under his breath. Dean hustled Sam out the door, as Reggie went to pay the check.

Dean got Sam into the back seat of the Dodge Challenger, and slid in next to him. Sam was hyperventilating again, still chanting the unintelligible sounds.

“Shhh, Sammy. I’m here. It’s ok. You’re safe.”

Sam looked around the car, wild-eyed. “Uh-uh. Nope.” He shook his head, squeezing his eyes tight shut, rocking back and forth, and muttered the sounds again.

Dean pulled Sam into his arms. “You’re safe. I got you. No one’s gonna hurt you. I’m right here.” He stroked his hair. Gradually, Sam’s chant became understandable.

“…coming for me Dean’s coming for me Dean’s coming for me Dean’s coming for me…”

Dean leaned over Sam, shielding him with his body, arms wrapped around him, tears spilling down his face uncontrollably. “That’s right, Sammy. I came for you. Remember? I came for you. I took them all out. Killed every one of them. Remember? Sam. Sammy. I came for you.”

Dean looked around to see if Reggie had emerged from the restaurant, and seeing no one, he pressed his lips to Sam’s mouth. “Come on, baby boy. Remember. I came for you.”

Sam’s breath stuttered, caught its rhythm again. “Dean?”

“Right here, Sammy. Not going anywhere.”

Sam swiped his arm across his eyes. “You came for me.”

“Damn right.”

“Killed them.”

“You remember now?”

“Watched you. Kill them.”

Dean’s expression was a strange mix of controlled fury and desperate love. “I’ll kill anyone who hurts you, Sam.”

Sam leaned into Dean, burying his face in his chest, his breathing gradually slowing.

When he let his head fall back against Dean’s shoulder, exhausted, Reggie emerged from the shadowed side of the restaurant where he’d stopped in his tracks at the sight of Sam and Dean in the back of the car.

A gentle smile played over his lips, as he limped toward the car and got in.

Dean handed him his keys.

“He better?”

Dean nodded.

“That’s gonna happen for a while. PTSD. Sounds might set him off. Other things.”

“Did it happen to you?”

Reggie rubbed his moustache. “Oh yeah.”

“You seem ok now.”

Reggie started the car. “I had someone who helped me get through it.” He glanced at the two young men in the back seat of his car. “You just keep taking as good care of him as you’ve been doing. You’ll get him through this just fine.”

~

When they arrived at the house, Dean helped Sam upstairs and settled him in the recliner. “Be right back up. Five minutes.” He checked his watch, kissed Sam on the top of his head, and ran downstairs.

Reggie had filled John and Bobby in on Sam’s panic attack triggered by the loud noise.

“Well, Fourth of July’s gonna be a barrel of laughs.” Bobby’s smile was grim.

“He’s young. He can get past this.” Reggie accepted the shot of whiskey Bobby shoved into his hand. “What, you don’t believe in water?”

“I live on whiskey and my dry sense of humor.” Bobby poured a generous shot in a glass and handed that to Dean. “That’s for both of you.”

John grabbed Dean’s hand. “I’ll be right up.”

Dean headed toward the stairs. Reggie limped after him.

“Hold up, Dean.” He examined Dean’s face carefully. “I didn’t say anything to your dad about your dream. And I’m not going to until I know more.”

Dean frowned. “It was just a dream.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“What are you saying?”

“Intense dreams like what you described, dreams of death or chaos, with vivid sensory detail… sometimes that’s what happens around a supernatural presence.”

Dean’s blood went cold.

“Now, I don’t mean to scare you. But you need to know. I need you to keep an extra close eye on Sam. And you call me if you have another dream like that. You call me the second you wake up. Got it?” Reggie thrust a piece of paper with his phone number on it into Dean’s hand.

“Some weird stuff going on. I need to call in a few favors. Find out what I can.” Reggie picked up the knives from the table next to the couch where they’d left them, and handed them to Dean. “And keep these on you. All the time.”

Dean went upstairs and sat next to Sam on the loveseat recliner. They shared the glass of whiskey, Sam still shaking, until it was all gone.

A knock at the door.

“Come in.”

John entered. “Hey, Sam.”

Sam turned reddened eyes toward his father. “Hey, Dad.”

“Reggie tells me you people were staring at you because of the bruises.”

“Yeah. I look like an After School Special on child abuse.”

John knelt next to Sam. “I should have done this sooner. I don’t know why—anyway, I know a trick that’ll make the bruises go away a lot faster.”

Sam looked up at his father. Dean had to turn his head at the smile he gave John. “Yeah?”

“It’s kind of smelly, though. Think you can handle it?”

~

John insisted on doing everything himself. He spread a plastic tarp over the bed, and laid a faded brown comforter on top of that. Next, he appeared with a bucket full of a pungent smelling liquid, and a shopping bag full of all the washcloths and thick, clean rags that Bobby had in the house.

“What is that?” Dean wrinkled his nose.

“Vinegar.”

“Seriously?”

“It works.”

Dean clenched his teeth. “Fine.”

John had Sam strip to his boxers and lay down. One at a time, he soaked the clothes in vinegar and laid them over Sam, everywhere there was bruising. Which is to say, everywhere.

Dean stood in the corner, arms crossed, anger and jealousy crackling off him like sparklers.

John lay a soft, warm blanket over Sam. “Just need to do your face.” He soaked more rags, wrung them out and lay them carefully across Sam’s chin, cheeks, nose and forehead, making sure they were not so wet they would drip vinegar into his eyes.

“Now I’m craving salad.” Sam smiled up at his father.

“Hey, want me to read to you while you soak?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want to hear?”

Sam was quiet for a moment. “You never did finish reading me The Wind in the Willows.”

John flinched. “I’ve been a pretty crappy father, haven’t I.”

Sam opened his mouth to protest. But John shushed him. “I know I have. And I’m sorry. I meant to do better. A lot better. But I’ll make it up to you.”

Sam was so enraptured by being the center of John’s world that he didn’t even notice when Dean slipped out of the room.

~

Reggie had left. Bobby was downstairs looking at drawings Reggie had given him of new symbols to add to his devil’s traps to punch up their protection. “Come here and look at this, Dean. It’s a Sumerian glyph that’s supposed to ward off even the highest-level demons.”

Dean slumped on the couch.

“Dean.” Dean wouldn’t look at Bobby. “You gotta let him try.”

Dean snorted. “Like a little old wives’ tale is gonna help Sam. Like it’d even be a start.”

“It’s a start for John. Something he can grab onto. Find his way in.”

Dean raised his head and looked Bobby in the eye.

“Bobby. How could you.”

Bobby jerked his head back like he’d been slapped.

“My dad? That, I kinda get. Kinda. He’s a son of a bitch. But you…” Dean paused, trying to hold it together. “You. Not you.”

Bobby didn’t shy away. “I did a lot that I’m not proud of.” He rubbed his beard. “A lot that was  flat-out wrong. And I’m gonna have to find a way to live with that. But you gotta understand, Dean. We were close. Closing to finding the demon that killed your mother. And John… he just couldn’t take it easy. It was like…” Bobby rubbed the bridge of his nose. “…like this one thing was between us and that demon. Finally having it in sight. And John just… he wouldn’t stop. And me… God help me, I didn’t stop him.” Bobby poured himself another shot of whiskey, and he’d clearly had a few already. “I helped him. Jesus, Dean, I helped him.”

Dean went to Bobby, stood behind him and put his arms around him.  Bobby broke down in sobs, frantic, hopeless sobs that stripped him down to bare bones and howling regret.

“And to think they did to Sam what we… oh, Jesus, Dean… how am I gonna live with that?”

Dean held Bobby tighter. “You deal with it by taking care of Sam. Whatever he needs. Whatever you can do for him. You take care of Sam. Forever. You got it? You atone.”

Bobby cried harder. “Don’t even deserve to keep drawing breath.”

“Bobby. Don’t you dare.” Dean knelt in front of him. “We need you. Me and Sam need you. You’re…” Dean glanced up towards the room he shared with Sam, to make sure John wasn’t standing at the top of the stairs listening, watching.  “You’re like the dad we wished we had.”

Bobby’s chest heaved, like he’d driven out all the air in his lungs.

“We need you, Bobby.”

“I’ll do it. Take care of you two. Best I can. Make up for what I done.”

“Swear?”

Bobby wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. “Swear.”

“You mean it?”

“Look me in the eyes. Tell me if I mean it.”

Dean looked Bobby in the eyes, and saw the soul-deep agony he felt for his part in what they had done, and what happened to Sam. Saw how deep the wound was.

“I forgive you.”

Bobby’s face lit up—then fell. “Don’t. Don’t you forgive me. I haven’t earned it yet.”

“You will.”

Dean poured himself a shot of whiskey and sat in front of the fire, and would not say any more.

Upstairs, John read out loud to Sam about how Mr. Toad stole the motorcar. Dean forced himself to stay where he was, to not make an excuse to go into the bedroom, to offer to take over or just sit on the edge of the bed.

He wanted nothing more than to do just that, or to smack the book from John’s hands and scream at him to get away from Sam, that reading a few pages wasn’t going to earn him a Father of the Year trophy. But he kept seeing the expression on Sam’s face as John tended to him, took care of him, sat next to him. And he knew that soon, very soon, Sam would be strong enough to hear the truth, and he’d never have that pure, innocent delight in John’s presence again.

And as he sat on the couch, his mind drifted to that question that kept gnawing at him.

How did Spivey know exactly what John and Bobby had done?

Comments

[sammichgirl]

Oh. My. God. This one hit like a punch in the gut, especially at the end.

Does Reggie get the boys' true relationship? I kinda think he might. He definitely knows something about demons, maybe even Azazel.

John. I wanna smack him so hard. I know he's trying, but man. Crappy father, yes. Bobby is still awesome. He truly is sorry. I don't know that John is sorry for what he did so much as he is just sorry it came back to Sam.

Dean is sooooo jealous. He wants to be the only focus for Sam. And his anger and jealousy, I have to wonder if that will play into the Demon's plans for Sam.

[marylizh.livejournal.com]

Wow! Hadn't expected three chapters today. Thanks to the generous fans! Yeah deans question is the burning one isn't it?? I know johns trying but too little too late. I like Reggie. I hope we see more of him.

[lgmkeefer.livejournal.com]

Well Done, once again, perfect

And Dean question at the end? You better not be keeping me on a cliffhanger for too long.
My patience isn't anything to brag about.

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

I love Reggie...and his acceptance and seeming encouragement of Sam and Dean's love makes me wonder if he wasn't part of the couple that he made those special knives for...or at the very least what kind of love he had that maybe wasn't traditionally acceptable.
Also loved the moment between Dean and Bobby...Bobby crying and Dean hugging him - so very lovely.
And John, nice try, but too little to late mister. Sam already belongs to Dean now.

[essene.livejournal.com]

This fic. It kills me. Sticks in the knife and twists it oh so good.

[jespretender.livejournal.com]

Great chapter, all that angst, John pretty useless with his boys but he loves them and Dean so jealous! Aw Bobby!

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

Am I wrong to find jealous and possessive Dean ridiculously hot...only in relation to Sam, of course. I like it the other way too so it's one of my 'things'.

Poor Bobby! I also like the fact that John is trying. He's human and makes mistakes, and sometimes his grief and need to find the thing that killed Mary creates tunnel vision for him. I'd probably fare a hell of a lot worse.

I they only knew how everything at play here is connected.

I just hope that yellow eyes doesn't catch on to Reggie.

I wonder who told Spivey because yellow eyes didn't seem too happy with what he did to Sam and what he was planning on doing. Unless he told him thinking he'd just go after John...but doesn't seem like his MO. Could be very wrong in my musings though.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I appreciate your empathy towards John, and the fact that you said you'd probably do worse. Not everyone sees this. He really did the best he could, and in a lot of ways, he did incredibly well.

Oh, and yes, possessive Dean is ridiculously hot. I try to not write a lot of that stuff, because I believe it can all too easily romanticize possessive behavior of guys in real life, and trust me, that sort of thing should be a massive red flag for anyone.

But with Dean and Sam...hot.

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

I definitely agree with you there. I find that he's vilified a lot.

You're right about that too. I only really like it when it involves Sam and Dean and it doesn't get too over the top. Plus, they are more than able to call each other out if it's going too far. Real life...wouldn't really fly with me. As you said, with Dean and Sam...hot.

[lilithrain.livejournal.com]

John and Sam, awww. ☺ Bobby and Dean, so help me, you two are going to make me cry soon.
Oh and Dean. And as he sat on the couch, his mind drifted to that question that kept gnawing at him.

How did Spivey know exactly what John and Bobby had done?
My thoughts; necromancy and/or yellow eyes did something for that. I'm just going to keep reading to find out.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

You'll find out soon. :)