Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 66: An Unexpected Guest

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 66: An Unexpected Guest
Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 3800
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters and my plot.
Summary: Chess pieces are moved around the board.
Master post of all chapters here

John dialed Bobby on the "Only Five People Have This Number" landline, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. There was no answer. John tried Bobby's cell. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey. Where are you?" John's voice was rough, with an edge of something dark resonating beneath the superficial charm.

Bobby opened his mouth and almost said, "Heading to where the boys are," but something stopped him from telling him Reggie had found Sam and Dean. "Running down a lead."

"What kind of a fucking lead?" John's voice was angry, driven by something dark and desperate. Bobby had heard it before. Things did not go well when John spoke in that voice.

"A damn lead. That's what kind," Bobby snapped. He was cold and his leg hurt from where the tire iron had slipped and banged his shin when he was changing the tires.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"That I ran over a nail and got a damn flat and I'm in a righteous bad mood. That what you wanted to hear?"

"Fine. Ok." John's words were clipped, impatient. "Any word on where the boys are?"

"Don't you think I'd have told you if there were?"

"I'd have thought so, yes." John Winchester was a legendary hunter for many reasons, and one of them was his ability to tell when someone was lying. And the way Bobby answered his question with a question, avoiding giving an answer, told him one thing: Bobby, to his shock and dismay, was lying to him.

"Missouri tell you anything?" Bobby got inside his car and turned it on to get the heat going.

"No. It was a dead end," John said smoothly.

"Ah. That's a disappointment."

"Sure is."

"So, you won't be there when I get back?"

"No, this may take a day or two."

"Ok."

A pause.

"Hey, John."

"Yes?"

Bobby took a breath. "You been drinking?"

Another pause.

"No, Bobby. I haven't been drinking." John's voice was calm. Smooth.

"Ah. Well ok then. Good." Bobby pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Keep me posted, alright?"

"You too."

Bobby flipped his phone closed and dropped his head back against the seat back. Bobby wasn't psychic. His insight came from years of developing his powers of observation and understanding human nature. And knowing John Winchester better than he knew himself. Something in John's voice, the steady tone barely controlling something desperate and wild underneath, told him one thing for sure: He should not be around Sam and Dean in the state he was in. Their relationship with him was far too fragile. John sounded dangerously like the John Winchester who had hurt that boy, persuaded Bobby that boy wasn't human and needed hurting, in the name of finding the demon that killed Mary. Letting him near Sam, who hadn't even begun to let his justifiable anger drain away enough to have any kind of connection with John, would be a disaster. And if he said anything that hurt Sam…with Dean there, God help the man.

Bobby got out of the car and finished tightening down the lug nuts, wondering (dreading) what the hell Missouri had told John.

~

John had already driven six hours to get from Sioux Falls to Lawrence, Kansas, and despite the fact that it was getting dark, he drove straight back, stopping only for gas, bottled water, black coffee, mixed nuts and dark chocolate: basic hunter provisions when the body required fuel without the time or need for the sensory experience of a meal.

He unlocked the house and went inside, going straight to Bobby's room and surveying it. Calmly, he opened the closet door and dresser drawers. Bobby had taken more clothes than he needed for just a day or two. His mouth twisted, the taste of Bobby's lie bitter in his mouth.

He checked the waste basket for wadded-up pieces of paper that might offer a clue to Bobby's whereabouts. There were none.

John eyed the white notepad by the bank of phones, with the ball-point pen next to it. The top sheet had been pulled off unevenly, a ragged triangle remaining at the top, as if torn away in a hurry.

He retrieved a pencil from Bobby's desk drawer, sharpened it to a fine point, and rubbed the side lightly over the surface of the paper. Slowly, words appeared beneath the soft wash of graphite.

An address.

John tore the sheet of paper away and held it in his hand. "Gotcha."

~

Bobby filled the gas can and set it in the trunk. The fewer times he had to stop, the better. Something didn't want him going where he was going. And that meant he had to get there as soon as his car could do it. He'd drive straight through. He had to get to the boys.

He could feel it. Something big was happening. And he was not going to let them face it without him.

He made it another 200 miles, gas mileage dropping because he was driving faster, before he had to use his gas can. He pulled over and poured the contents in, jittery and nervous, the first light of dawn spilling over the horizon. That got him another 50 miles before the gauge neared empty. He pulled into a Chevron right off the freeway and rumbled up to a full-service pump so he didn't have to get out of the car and leave it unattended.

"Fill-up?" The attendant was a young kid with a sweet, open baby-face, blue eyes, and a mole on the left side of his nose.

"Yep." Bobby pointed to the gas can. "And that too?"

"Sure thing."

Bobby waited as the kid filled up the tank and gas can, and then handed him some bills. He did not take them. Instead, he gripped Bobby's wrist firmly. "I'll do as much as I'm allowed to do, to help you. I can throw them off your trail. But they want to keep you away from them.."

"What the hell?" Bobby tried to wrench his hand away, but the gas station attendant held on fast.

"Different part of town, actually." The young man winked. "You must get to him. He needs you. They both do. But the others will be waiting for you, to keep you from getting through. If you succeed, remember: Be gentle with them both." He let go of Bobby.

Bobby rubbed his wrist. "Who are you?" He stared at the young man. "What are you?"

The young man smiled. "An ally."

"An ally?" Bobby shoved his cap back on his head. "Cryptic much?"

"Let's just say I play for another team."

Bobby took in this information, and his eyes went wide.

"And you must tell them."

"Tell who? What?"

The young man rolled his eyes. "Sam and Dean. Tell them God sees where there is pure love, and that pure love bears no sin." His smile was bright, beatific.

Bobby took a deep breath, brain working as the gears clicked into place. "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me? That…God says it's ok?"

The young man's smile widened. "One more thing. An important thing. Tell Sam that where there is pure love, corruption cannot remain." He let go of Bobby's hand, a frown creasing his baby-smooth forehead. "Now go. Quickly." He stared at the road behind them. "They are coming."

Bobby slammed the car into gear and peeled out onto the frontage road leading to the freeway onramp. The young man ran after him, agile and surprisingly fast, until he was well clear of the gas station, then spun to face the other direction. In his rear view, Bobby saw a grey sedan pull into the gas station, then jerk back toward the road, clearly following Bobby's car. The young man raised his hand. The gas station erupted in flames, lifting the sedan into the air on a huge column of fire, and dropping it on its side, burning furiously. A jet of flame belched upward fifty feet in the air, surrounded by a roiling cloud of ink-black smoke that rose hundreds of feet into the sky.

"Holy hell," Bobby muttered, put the pedal to the metal and drove like the devil himself was on his heels.

~

Sam was asleep in the arms of his love.

Warm and safe in Dean's embrace, he slept. So warm.

He dreamed. He and Dean were on the beach, like Dean said they would do someday, sprawled on a giant bright blue and yellow beach towel. The sun was beating down on him, penetrating all the way to his bones. He held Dean's hand, and suddenly the sun was in the space between their palms. The warmth was coming from this tiny little sun. The glowing orb sank inside their flesh and expanded, flowing like water inside their bodies, liquefying them, turning them both to pure light.

He awoke to Dean kissing his neck."Sam."

Sam murmured, "Morning."

"If you love me, make me bacon."

Sam touched Dean's face gingerly. "Sure you can handle it?"

Dean rubbed his jaw, opening and closing it. "I can handle it."

Dean started a pot of coffee. Sam slapped half a package of bacon into a large frying pan and made Bisquick pancakes (in case Dean was overly optimistic about his chewing capacity), while Dean swished warm salt water around his mouth, and dabbed more honey on his cut lip, which was healing remarkably well. He washed his hands and smeared the cut on his chin with ointment.

"It's looking better." Sam smiled, then his eyebrows contracted sharply. He pressed his fingertips to his forehead.

"You ok?"

Sam's face contorted with pain. "Ah. My head." He pressed his fingers to his temples, and swayed on his feet.

Dean was next to him in a second. "Sammy?"

Sam crumpled to the ground, falling back against the kitchen cabinet. Dean held him the whole way down, controlling his fall. He gripped Dean's shirt, and stared at him without seeing him.

"Sam? Sam!"

Sam's eyes were glassy, pupils dark and wide. "Bobby." Sam gripped Dean's shirt. "He's in trouble."

~

"Tell me. Tell me exactly what you saw." Reggie pulled up a chair across from Sam, slumped on the couch, turning it around and straddling it.

"Bobby. Driving fast, like he was running from something. And this giant ball of fire behind him. Then he's just driving. The sun comes up, and he's driving. And then this car came out of nowhere and…"

"Sam." Dean pressed a cup of coffee into Sam's hands. He took it, looking up at Dean like he was surprised at Dean's thoughtfulness. He took a sip, and sighed with gratification. Dean rested his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Go on."

"This car just smashes into him. And then…that's it. I smell burning pancakes and I'm back here on the kitchen floor with Dean holding me."

"At least I saved the bacon." Dean's voice was light, joking, but the lines on his face showed he didn't find this the least bit amusing. He nodded toward the cup of coffee. "Drink. It'll help your headache."

Reggie whipped out his cell phone and called Bobby's private land line. He pulled a toothpick out of the silver case in his pocket and worried it with his teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "Went to the answering machine."

He tried three other numbers for Bobby, for various cover identities John had set up. There was no answer. All went to voice mail or answering machine.

Reggie then called Bobby's cell phone. He shook his head. "He's not answering." He paused, waiting for the message to play out. "Bobby. Pick up that phone and call me. Right now. Sam… saw something. About you. Call me."

"What did he say the last time you talked to him?" Dean sat next to Sam and rubbed his neck. Sam set his coffee down and tipped his head back, giving himself over to Dean's strong hands.

"Said he was going to research that whole Boy King thing in Sam's vision. He said a guy named Joseph had some old manuscripts that could shed some light, maybe. And he promised to send me something I asked for."

"What'd you ask for?" Sam spoke with his eyes closed.

"Anti-possession talismans. He's got some stashed away. "

Dean stared at Reggie, and shook his head. "Of course he does."

"It seemed like if anyone could use them right now, it'd be us."

"Absolutely."

Sam opened his eyes. "He said he'd sent them?" Reggie nodded. "Here? You told him where we were?"

"I gave him the damn address, is what I did."

"Shit." Sam jumped to his feet. "That's why he's not answering the phone. He's coming here."

Sam and Dean stared at each other. Dean grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him close, wrapping his arm around him as though to shield him from whatever was coming next.

~

Bobby drove fast but never crossed the line into reckless, looking in the rear-view mirror almost as much as through the windshield. But no one seemed to be following him. He urinated into the plastic soda bottle as he drove, a trick he picked up from a short stint as a long-haul trucker before he got married. He tossed it out the window with a regretful face, and picked up speed once more. The feeling that pushed him to get to Sam, get to Dean, wrap them in a bear hug and protect them, was sharp and anguished like desperation, but steelier and a hell of a lot more powerful. "I'm coming, boys," he muttered.

He finally crossed into Amarillo, eyes squinted, the adrenaline keeping him awake better than coffee.

Once inside city limits, he followed directions gleaned from the map he'd pulled from one of his giant file cabinets, where he kept a map for every major city in the US. He got off the freeway, following the road that led to the Sanctuary, fronted by a simple traveler's lodge.

A state trooper standing next to a patrol car parked on the opposite shoulder stepped into the road, empty of other cars, and signaled him to stop. He tapped on the window and said in a loud voice, "Could you roll down your window, sir?"

Bobby rolled it down a crack.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the road is closed up ahead. You'll have to turn back."

"I can't do that. I have to—"

"Sir. For your own safety, I strongly advise you to turn back." The trooper did not smile. Bobby didn't need a special knife to know what color his eyes really were.

Bobby blinked, slumping back in the driver's seat. "Well, I guess I'll have to then, won't I?"

The trooper relaxed slightly. Bobby put the car in reverse and began backing up. Then he slammed it into first and gunned it, missing the trooper by an inch as he roared past.

The trooper's eyes flooded black. He got into his car and initiated pursuit.

Up ahead, Bobby saw it. The sign that said Jaeger Motel. So close. He slowed, preparing to turn left into the parking lot once the car in the opposite lane had passed him.

The car sped up, deliberately crossed over the center line, and hit the front left corner of Bobby's Chevelle, sending it spinning. It came to rest in the middle of the road, nose pointed at the motel entrance, Bobby slumped over the steering wheel, a trickle of blood at his temple.

~

"No," Sam whispered. "He can't." He stared at Dean, eyes wide. "He can't come here. He can't be here." His voice shook. "Oh god, Dean. Danny and Juliane. How are we going to..." Sam winced. "Bobby—…" His voice faltered, and his hand fluttered to press between his eyes. He moaned and slumped against Dean again.

Reggie dropped his head at the same time, hand twitching on his thigh. Suddenly, he was on his feet, holding Sam by his shoulders. They exchanged a glance, then raced for the door of the apartment, Sam pulling Dean along by his hand.

"Sam?" Dean asked as they ran.

"Bobby's hurt."

They ran through the common room. It was empty, and Juliane's door was shut. They ran down the hallway lined with sigils and symbols, through the motel lobby and into the parking lot. When they neared the entrance, they stopped dead.

Bobby's Chevelle, left front end smashed and engine smoking, was dripping fluids in the middle of the road. Bobby sat up and raised his head, blood on his face, and let his head fall back against the head rest.

Four human shapes stood on the other side of the long, unbroken salt speed bump, blocking the entrance to the motel, facing Bobby. As one, they turned and faced Sam. Their eyes were black.

Sam’s hands shook. He balled them into fists, took a deep breath, and straightened up. He turned his head toward Dean and Reggie. "Stay here. They can't get to you here." He took a step forward.

Dean's hand on his arm stopped him. "Sam. No way."

"I'm bringing Bobby in."

"You can't take four of them." Dean looked at Sam's knife. Even Sam and Dean both, with their special knives, and Reggie would be overmatched by four demons with evil intent.

"I'm not going to need my knife." They both opened their mouths, but Sam raised his hand before they could speak. "They can't touch me. Remember?"

Dean would forever remember the look on Sam's face in that moment, right before he crossed a salt line to confront four demons, as the bravest thing he'd ever seen.

Sam looked at Dean one more time, and stepped across the salt line.

The four demons stared at Sam like this was entirely unexpected.

"Get back." Sam's voice resonated with command tone.

The demons looked at each other in confusion, but did not budge. Sam took a step forward—and the four demons took a step back in unison. Sam's mouth twitched.

"Go back inside." The one wearing the state trooper spoke.

"Or what?" Sam stepped up right in his face. "Or you're gonna—oh yeah. That's right. Do nothing." He took another step, so close he could smell the Juicy Fruit gum on the trooper's breath. Behind him, Dean lunged forward, to stand by Sam's side, but Reggie held him back.

"Know why?" Sam tilted his head, intently looking into the demon's black eyes. "Because Sam Winchester is not to be touched."

The demon's mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

Sam walked forward into their midst, and the demons fell back. Making way for him. Sam opened the car door, dropped to his knees and put his hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Bobby? You ok?"

"Been better, son," Bobby croaked.

"Can you walk?"

"Even if I can't…I'm gonna." Bobby eyed the demons. Sam undid Bobby's seat belt, put his arm around him and pulled him carefully out of the car. Bobby yelped when he tried to put his weight on his left leg.

"It's ok. I got you." Sam got his shoulder under Bobby's arm and held him up, moving them forward.

The demons moved to block their path. "He's not going with you. Strict orders." The trooper demon smirked. "We can't touch you, but we can touch him." He pointed a black-gloved finger at Bobby.

"I say you can't."

"Who do you think you are?" the trooper spat.

Sam drew himself up to his full height. "Ego Regem Puerum tuus."

The demons stared at Sam in disbelief. The trooper stood up tall, his expression changing.

Sam eyed them coldly. "If you show me your loyalty now, I won't forget you."

Bobby stared at Sam like he'd never seen a battle tactic so inspired.

"I'm taking him back inside with me." Sam stared the demons down. "I'm Sam Winchester. Now back the fuck off."

The trooper demon eyed Sam, thinking. Then he stepped back and motioned for Sam to proceed. Another demon, a stocky fellow in a road construction worker's orange jumpsuit, shook his head. "Boss said keep him away from them. We do what the boss says. I'm not getting my nutsack pulled over my head for the next millennium because you want to hedge your bets."

He lunged for Bobby, grabbing his arm and yanking hard, nearly pulling Bobby free, making him cry out as he stumbled and put his weight on his hurt leg. Dean pulled free of Reggie and raced across the salt line to get to Sam and Bobby, his knife drawn. "Dean!" Sam yelled. To Sam's right, another demon pulled a knife out, poised to throw it directly at Dean's throat.

It would strike home before Sam could get the demon with his own knife.

It wasn't rage that erupted in Sam. It wasn't even fear. It was an emotion too primal for a name in a civilized tongue. Sam screamed "No!" and stretched out his left hand.

The demon skidded back six feet, still standing, clutching the knife in his hand, as though an invisible wall had shoved him backwards.

He dropped the knife, the metal ringing as it hit the asphalt, and stared at Sam in disbelief.

Sam stood stock-still for a few seconds, eyes closed, face carefully impassive, opening and closing his left hand, then burst into motion. He gathered Bobby back up and dragged him to Dean. "Get him across the salt line." Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder, thumb moving across his skin of his neck where Bobby could not see. Sam smiled, his strong white teeth showing. "I'm ok, Dean," he whispered. Dean blew out a shuddering breath, took hold of Bobby, and with Sam guarding them by putting his body between them and the demons, Sam got him back across to where the demons could not go. Reggie was there immediately, and supported Bobby on his right side.

Sam turned to face the demons once more, reading their expressions. He rolled his head on his neck, and allowed his face to settle into an arrogant expression. "I want the car too." He put the car in neutral, braced his shoulder and left hand on the door frame, put his right hand on the steering wheel, and began to push. He barely made the car budge.

The trooper demon moved to the back of the car and helped Sam push until the front tires crossed the salt bump. The Chevelle rolled into the parking lot and down the slope. Sam jumped in and guided it into an empty spot, from which there were many to choose.

On the other side of the salt line, the trooper demon raised his hand. "Gus. Remember me."

Sam tilted his head. "…Gus?"

The demon lowered its gaze. "We don't all have cool names."

Comments

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

LOL! Gus - love it.

Bad ass Sam is awesome, and you write him so well. This line "It wasn't rage that erupted in Sam. It wasn't even fear. It was an emotion too primal for a name in a civilized tongue." was just one of those times your gift for language gave me chills. Awesome job, Love!

[dont-hate-me01.livejournal.com]

LOL!!! - Sam tilted his head. "…Gus?"

The demon lowered its gaze. "We don't all have cool names."

[leigh ann wallace (from livejournal.com)]

This is SO good! Can't wait for the next chapter. :)

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

Oh Bobby, yay for survival but boo for not covering your tracks better.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Well, that was me giving John a way to find them without having to write chapters on how he did it. But I figured it was plausible. People make mistakes, especially in the heat of strong emotion.

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, no, totally plausible. I just don't want John to find them.

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Sam was awesome here! Love how you write him. And yay for getting Bobby help from an angel! But now I'm worried what John is going to do when he finds our boys.
Also loved the canon thing with Sam using his powers without the demon blood.

Love this!

♥

[rianadrarrylove.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh Sam's powers fueled by love and righteous anger are so amazing and I'm glad you were able to add it- I also loved how 'arrogant' Sam was with the demons (GUS LOL) because man, assertive Sam is awesome.

And the angel! And John, oh god no! So exciting!!!

Thank you!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I figured Sam would know that the demons would respect and respond to arrogance. :)

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

Oh no, I don't want John to find them! :( But I guess we have to have that confrontation at some point. I am now really worried about how John's dealing with Missouri's info as well.

Yay for unexpected!angel helping Bobby, though, that was great! And I just love Bobby, so I'm kinda glad he's there with the boys now. Hopefully he'll remember the angel's words and can soothe Sam with it. And also help the boys stand up against John, along with Reggie.

Awesome chapter, thank you!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you! So glad you liked it. I can't wait to see what you think of the next chapter, which I posted last night.

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

Wow, talk about intense. Oh yeah, the pieces are definitely coming into play.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Indeed they are.

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Holy Moly!!
That was awesome. Sammy is so badass!
Yay, Bobby's here finally Eep! x