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justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest (Sam is a few months shy of legal age)
Word Count: 1600
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 reveals what he found in the abandoned warehouse, and John and Bobby prepare to deal with it. He also tells Sam and Dean a bit more about the knives and how special they are. Sam tells Dean something he's been waiting to hear.
The last section of the most recent commission of updated chapters!
John’s face drained of color. “Dean dropped him. That knife went right through his spine. And I finished him off.” He looked at Bobby. “You saw me kill him.”
Bobby blew out a breath and bent over, hands on his knees, like he was about to pass out.
John suddenly turned to Reggie. “Where is he? You didn’t bring him here, did you?”
Reggie frowned. “I wouldn’t bring that son-of-a-bitch within ten miles of Sam.” He jerked his head toward the east. “I’ve got him in lockdown. A couple of my friends are keeping a real close eye on him until we get there.”
“Is he talking?” Bobby straightened up.
Reggie reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a wooden cylinder. Unscrewing the top, he pulled out another toothpick and stuck it in his mouth. “If you can call it talking.”
~
The three men went inside. Sam and Dean were on the couch, Dean with his arm around Sam protectively.
“Got a sec, Dean?”
Dean’s face darkened. He patted Sam’s shoulder. “Be right back.”
They went into Bobby’s den. Bobby went to shut the door, but Dean put his arm out. “No. I need to see him.”
Reggie spoke. “I decided to do some digging around. See if I could help. I went back to that warehouse, and…” He blew out a breath. “I found Earle Spivey. He was alive. Curled up in the corner of the room babbling nonsense. And not a mark on him.”
Dean’s eyes went wide, then flickered to Sam. He was staring at the fire, clearly trying not to look in the room at them.
“How is that possible?”
“I found sulphur all over that place.”
Dean balled his hands into fists. “What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know. But we’re going to find out.” Reggie looked up at John and Bobby. “I need to take them with me to where he’s being kept.” He put his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “We need you to stay here with Sam. Keep him safe. Can you do that?”
Dean looked at Sam. His head was bowed, hair hanging in his face, strands painted gold and red from the firelight.
“Yeah. I can do that.”
Bobby spoke. “What do we tell him?”
Everyone looked to Dean.
“We tell him the truth.”
John frowned. “You really think he can handle it? Knowing Spivey is alive somehow?”
Dean felt the anger flare. He stepped into John’s space. “He’s not ready to know why all this happened, maybe. And that’s on both of you to tell him, not me.” Bobby nodded. “But this thing with Spivey? You told me. And I’m not gonna lie to Sam.”
“Sometimes lying is the best thing you can do for someone, Dean.” John’s voice was resonant, soothing. For the first time, Dean heard that voice he’d heard from his father’s mouth so many times, and recognized it for what it was. Manipulation.
Dean could play that game too. When he spoke, he deliberately spoke in a deeper tone. Older. The voice of a commander. “I’m not lying to Sam.”
They all went into the living room.
Sam looked up at them, fear evident on his face. “It’s something real bad, huh.”
Dean closed his eyes for a moment. Then he sat down, took Sam’s hand, squeezed it hard. “Reggie went back to the warehouse, and he found Spivey still alive. Out of his mind. Sulphur all over.”
Sam’s fingers tensed convulsively, and he started to shake. “Uh-uh. Nope.”
John’s face contorted at the sight. “He’s all locked up. We’re not going to let him get anywhere near you, Sam. We’re headed there now. I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Dean put his arm around Sam. “Hey. Sammy. Look at me.” He brushed the hair out of Sam’s face. Sam fought for composure, took a few deep breaths, and opened his eyes. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Sam smiled faintly.
“Why aren’t you two wearing your knives?” Reggie’s voice was rough.
Dean blinked rapidly. “I… we.. um, we haven’t left the house, so—“
“You need to have them on you or within arm’s reach. All the time.”
Dean went upstairs to get them. When he came back down, John and Bobby had disappeared, packing up what they needed to take with them.
Dean flopped down next to Sam, who still looked scared and miserable. Reggie pulled up a chair and sat down in front of them.
“I was meaning to tell you about this before. The knives. You need to do a ritual. Bind them to you.”
Dean looked at Reggie in confusion.
Reggie smiled. “Dean, I don’t just make knives.”
Sam perked up at the prospect of learning a new ritual. “What’s the ritual?”
“That’s up to you two.”
Sam frowned.
“Some rituals, all the little steps are critical. Like the exorcism spell. If you get a word wrong, it don’t work.”
“Klaatu verata necktie.” Sam shot Dean a mischievous glance, pleased at the chance to use one of their in-jokes.
“That’s right. Just like in Army of Darkness.” Reggie repressed a smile, but his eyes gave away his amusement.
Dean’s mouth fell open.
“I do make the time to watch movies every now and again. Don’t look so shocked.” Reggie leaned forward. “Anyway, some rituals, what matters is how real they are to the people doing them. It’s got to be personal.”
He laid his hands on the knives in Dean’s lap. “These? They won’t be completely yours until you make them that way. The one thing that’s critical is each knife needs a bit of blood from both of you. But you need to make up the ritual yourself.” He looked at both of them in turn. “And it needs to draw up strong emotion. It needs to matter—a lot.”
Sam placed his hand in Dean’s. “We can do that.”
John came into the living room. “We’re all set. I gave Zack and the rest a heads up. They’re going to pull in closer to the house, keep a tight watch. They won’t come inside unless there’s trouble, or you call them. Ok?”
Sam stood, looking tense and nervous.
John pulled Sam into a huge, long hug. Sam seemed surprised, but John didn’t let go, and finally Sam relaxed into it, breathing out. John stroked Sam’s hair, and whispered something in Sam’s ear. Sam squeezed his father tighter. They stayed that way for a long moment.
When they broke apart, John’s eyes were wet. So were Sam’s. John placed the palm of his hand on Sam’s cheek, and just looked at his youngest son.
He stepped to Dean, gave him the manly hug with three staccato thumps across the upper back. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
Reggie hung back until the others were out of earshot. “Remember what I said. Don’t wait too long.”
“We won’t.” Sam stuck out his hand.
“Oh hell no.” Reggie ignored the invitation to shake hands and pulled Sam in for a bear hug. Then Dean. “Don’t you worry.” His grin was infectious. “I got this covered.”
~
The sound of car engines faded into silence. The fire in the fireplace had nearly gone out.
Dean came up behind Sam and put his arms around him. Sam breathed out.
“So, what did Dad say to you?”
Sam made a small laugh. “Said he loved me, and was proud I was his son.”
“Whoa.”
“Yeah. Better late than never, right?”
Dean held Sam close and nuzzled the back of Sam’s neck.
“So tired.” Sam closed his eyes and tipped his head, giving Dean better access to that exquisitely sensitive spot behind his left ear, shivering when Dean’s lips brushed it.
“Long day, huh?” It had been. For both of them.”Let’s go to bed.”
Dean made sure the fire screen was fully closed, and turned off the downstairs lights, then they trudged upstairs. They brushed their teeth together in front of the single sink, like they always did.
They put on their flannel pants and crawled into bed. Dean lay on his back and Sam curled up in his arms.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was sleepy. “’S it ok if you just… like… hold me for a while?”
Dean kissed the top of Sam’s forehead. “I’ll hold you all night. Keep you safe.”
Sam made a soft sound of pleasure. “But tomorrow. If they aren’t back? I want you to.”
“Want me to what?” Dean traced little circles on Sam’s shoulder.
“You know.”
Dean forgot to breathe for a second.
“You’re sure?”
Sam tipped his head up, brushed his mouth over Dean’s. “Real sure.”
Dean murmured, “Well, ok.”
“You’re trembling.”
“Yeah.”
“Is that good?”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, Sammy. That’s real good. I just… I really want to. Been waiting… you don’t even know how long.”
Sam’s smile was pure joy. “Yeah?”
“You have no idea.”
Sam kept looking at Dean, a curious expression on his face.
“What?”
“Your eyes ‘r so pretty.”
“Did you take a pain pill, Sammy?”
Sam snorted. “No. I always think your eyes are pretty. Just…never told you. Thought you’d make fun of me.”
Dean put his hand on Sam’s cheek, held his face and kissed him slow and sweet. “You can tell me things like that whenever you want. I won’t make fun.”
“Mmm. Yay.”
As Sam drifted into sleep, fingers twitching on Dean’s chest like a dreaming cat, Dean closed his eyes and prayed, prayed like he’d never prayed for anything, that they wouldn’t come back tomorrow.
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Date: 2012-11-18 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-18 03:37 am (UTC)Thank you to the generous fans who commissioned another terrific update! And to you, for writing such a wonderful story.
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Date: 2012-11-18 02:57 pm (UTC)Dean could play that game too. When he spoke, he deliberately spoke in a deeper tone. Older. The voice of a commander. “I’m not lying to Sam.”
I really liked this section - showed Dean realizing maybe more than he had before how manipulative John can be, even when he thinks he is doing it for the right reasons. And Dean showing that no matter what Sam comes first and that he will not be lying to Sam. He is also not letting John or Bobby off the hook for what they did and how it led to what happened to Sam. It will be so hard on Sam to hear but Dean will be there to pick up the pieces and put Sam back together.
I really like your Reggie character and the knives and how this ritual will play into what is going to happen between the boys anyway. They will make love and it will bind them closer plus it will make these knives stronger or something. Can't wait to see what comes next!
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Date: 2012-11-20 12:51 am (UTC)I don't know why exactly, but I get as irritated as Dean when John tries to step in and take care of Sam now. Back off John - that's Dean's job, you gave him Sam remember?
Anyway, thanks for the updates, love. Great job, as always :)
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Date: 2012-11-20 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-20 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-22 06:15 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2012-11-30 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-25 02:33 pm (UTC)I'm sorry but this is the most adorable part of this for me. As Sam drifted into sleep, fingers twitching on Dean’s chest like a dreaming cat, Dean closed his eyes and prayed, prayed like he’d never prayed for anything, that they wouldn’t come back tomorrow.
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Date: 2013-10-25 07:14 pm (UTC)