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[Nov. 10th, 2009|05:29 pm] |
Lemme put an actual disclaimer before I post this story. I've been planning this for...well, at least since 1.5mil and this was always going to happen exactly as it's written. That said I have no control over what happens in the real world and if you're upset about the events that happened at Fort Hood last week you might want to let more time pass before reading this arc leading to 3 mil. I don't expect anyone to have a problem or draw any similarities (because there are none...well, one) but I don't want people to think I'm insensitive.
There, that's out of the way.
Title: Vitamin G.
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs
Rating :R
Words10,500/2,973,100
Warnings: Wincest,
Summary: Sam and Dean go home to Connecticut and prepare to face off against their biggest threat yet.
Notes::AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
On Sunday everyone was back where they belonged but Dean felt more lost than ever before. It was so cold when they landed in Connecticut and he wanted to go back to South Carolina where it was warmer and things made more sense. Sam probably would have been happier there too but they had a lot of work ahead of them and in just a few hours they were going to be ready for some kind of showdown. What kind of showdown it was remained to be seen though.
The reason Dean was so lost was the same reason he had no idea what they were going to do with Joe. When they told Jeremy and Aaron about their late night visitor they both expressed serious doubts that it was actually Mary. Aaron was actually pretty nice about it, but Jeremy said it was total bullshit and that Joe was playing them. He was rude about it and his insistence that someone had fooled them made Dean feel like he was an idiot. He was certain that Mary had come back to help, but then the doubt started to grow and fester.
She said everyone was okay in the future and that just made Dean feel so happy because it was probably what he worried about the most. He was always so scared of something happening to the kids and though death was inevitable knowing that John still had another seventeen years had done wonders for Dean. He was also thinking about what they'd do as a family when John died and knowing he didn't have to worry about it for a long while was incredibly comforting.
When Jeremy called bullshit Dean started to worry about what the future held for the kids and whether or not John really would be around to meet his great-grandchildren. As if that wasn't bad enough Sam seemed like he was starting to doubt his plan to not kill Joe. If Mary hadn't come back and they didn't kill Joe it was very likely that he was going to get stronger and become a bigger threat. If Sam did kill Joe they risked the future Mary had warned them about. Dean fell asleep on Thursday night thinking everything was going to be fine and then it all unraveled again like it always seemed to do.
Dean was pretty sure that if Jeremy had been in the kitchen when they found Mary that he wouldn't have had such serious doubts. He was already sleeping when she showed up so he didn't get to feel what Sam and Dean both had. When Dean was hugging her she felt just like the daughter he had wanted so badly, and she looked so much like Sam and Jenny. She made Dean feel so warm and happy and then it got taken away from him simply because Jeremy refused to believe.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"May I sit with you?"
"You may." Dean laughed. "Come on."
Dean was sitting on the back porch all by himself because he wanted to be alone, but James had a blanket over his shoulders and two mugs in his hands. It was cocoa which was okay even if Dean really needed a gigantic cup of coffee. He wanted to go to sleep after the kids were in bed but Sam still had some work to do and when that was done they were all leaving to find Joe which in itself was pretty funny.
Sam wanted to leave after midnight so they could take care of things while it was dark which seemed like a pretty good plan. The only problems they had was still not knowing who Joe was or where he was at or what to do when they found him. Dean was pretty sure the plan was just to drive around Long Island yelling the name they gave him out the windows until he showed up to explain his actions.
The things Joe had done over the past few weeks were worth killing him over, but Dean was still mostly on Mary's side. Joe had apparently been partly responsible for Sam getting shot and for killing a dozen child molesters one of which ended up across the street from their house. He had somehow managed to dispatch dozens of angels, made Jenny and Justin dream of the demon, and he had sent Dean to a place worse that hell. He needed to pay for those things and maybe the penalty was death but Dean wanted to listen to Mary because she always listened to him.
"Did you know Jason was going to be an angel?"
"Yes." James said as he sat down. "Gabriel told me."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Because neither of you will understand. This was his choice to make and he understands what…"
"He can't possibly understand. If he's got so many angels protecting him they're saving a big player for him. Sammy says it'll hollow him out."
"Dean, don't spend all your energy worrying about Jason right now. It'll all work out in the end."
"Yeah, that’s what I keep hearing." Dean sighed. "Let's go over what we know again."
"That's why I'm out here." James smiled. "Well, and I figured I might make out with you a little."
"Surprisingly not in the mood."
Dean wasn't just freezing his ass off outside because he wanted to be alone. He had to be outside to watch whatever the hell was going on in his super best friend's clubhouse. Sam had asked permission to use it and he had been in there with Gabe for quite a while. Dean was invited as well, but he had opted to stay behind which was probably the dumbest thing he had ever done. He knew something major was going down or about to go down and he had purposefully distanced himself from it. He trusted Sam completely but it still had him on edge. Dean was mostly worried because he had no idea how someone as strong as Sam went about getting stronger and he doubted they were lifting weights.
"Cooper mentioned Joe in September." James said. "Sam was shot in October and the next day the bodies started piling up."
"Last one in the front yard." Dean nodded. "And then Jenny and Justin…uh…"
"I know the had dreams of the demon, Dean. Not much gets by me."
"Okay, they had dreams of the demon and then that same Thursday he blips off your radar."
"Only to come back last Thursday when…"
"I got the high-def surround sound director's cut of me raping Sammy whenever the mood struck."
"I was going to say when you were dreaming." James whispered. "Then when you woke up I couldn't feel him anymore."
"And you haven't since?"
"Exactly."
"It doesn't make any sense." Dean laughed. "If he's as strong as Sam what the hell is he waiting for?"
"He's not as strong, he has the same strength."
"Sam sent Jeremy to freakin' Seattle and ripped that snake bitch apart without breaking a sweat. If Joe's that strong…What?"
James had the oddest look on his face and though he was trying he couldn't actually hide inside the mug of cocoa. Sam favored really big mugs, but it just wasn't working out for James. He knew something and he was keeping it to himself which was sort of pissing Dean off. The number one rule after not getting killed was making sure everyone went into a fight knowing everything. If Dean was going to be a part of handling Joe with James and Sam they couldn't keep any secrets.
"I don't believe that was Sam on Thanksgiving."
"Excuse me?"
"It was him of course, but…Dean, the things he did so effortlessly aren't exactly in his power to do. Knocking Aaron out of the way is absolutely something he could manage, but sending Jeremy away was…"
"Demon power?"
"Close."
"Angel power." Dean whispered. "Are you saying they dosed him?"
"I'm saying that Sam saw that you were unresponsive and reacted badly. That gave any one of the angels a chance to test him. Gabe said he'd have to make choices."
"Choice being?"
"What he did with the power he had." James said. "Or what he would do with it once he was sure you were safe."
"Do you think they're behind this Joe stuff?"
"Absolutely not."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because no one could fake missing their son like Ian does. I can feel his grief in every word he says. They're the good guys…we're the good guys…and I guess perhaps Joe might even be a mass murdering good guy."
Dean laughed because it was all just so funny. He had what seemed like ten different people telling him ten different things. Sam had been on the kill Joe team since the first time he was mentioned and now he was ready to save him. They didn't know what they were saving him from or how to do that but Sam was still thinking about saving him unless of course Mary was a clever trick and he should actually kill him.
"Wait."
"What?"
"We're sure Joe was responsible for me dreaming?"
"I felt him for the first time in a week." James said. "It's unlikely he was up to something else at the exact time you were out."
"He said to kill him. He said he couldn't stop them. If there was a fake Mary that he sent shouldn't she have been saying to kill him?"
"I suppose…So do you think that means a person or group is forcing him to do something against his will?"
"Them…more than one." Dean sighed. "Maybe a couple of demons found their way back and they know it's too risky to take Sam on themselves."
"Maybe "he" came back."
"I won't let him hurt you."
"It's not your job to make sure I'm okay." James said as he squeezed Dean's hand. "Except in a sexy fashion."
"You don't have to make jokes, James. I know how scared you are."
"It would be fitting." James said. "To have to deal with him again now that things for me are going so well."
"Again." Dean smiled. "I won't let him hurt you."
"And I'll watch your back."
"I think the three of us together can handle just about anything." James said before he whispered. "And your father is listening at the backdoor, so I'm going to let him talk to you."
"You'll check the rifle and the Colt, right?"
"That's where I'm headed."
As soon as James started to stand up Dean heard the backdoor open. John was sort of stuck in the middle of everyone again and he didn't know where he wanted to be. He really wanted to support Sam, but at the same time Jeremy was so fucking insistent that he was right. John was even a little pissed off that no one had come to get him when Mary showed up because he had a lot of questions for her like whether or not future grandpa was covering the gray or letting it take over. John was thinking about some manly alternatives to cover his gray and having quite a hard time so some reassurance about what he was going to eventually do would have been nice.
"Hey."
"Hey, dad."
"Got some blanket for me?"
"You know it." Dean said as he held it up. "Get under here."
"All right." John smiled. "It's nice out, little cold though."
"Yeah."
"Any word from Sammy?"
"No, he hasn't been out there too long."
"He knows what he's doing, right?"
"He's doing what's best for our family." Dean nodded. "We have to trust him."
"I do…I do…I just…" John said before he sighed. "Dean, he was really fuckin' scary on Thanksgiving and he's going to come back to this house even stronger."
"Were you scared of him?"
"No…no, he was just scary, that's what I meant."
"James thinks the angels were testing him."
"Oh, so it must be true if James said it."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing." John said as he looked out at the garden. "Forget it."
"Tell me, dad. Do you not trust him?"
If John had any reason at all to not trust James then Dean was just going to have the complete nervous breakdown he had been putting off for the past few weeks. James was sort of the glue holding everyone together because he could stay calm in any situation which Dean couldn't count on with anyone else. John was so emotional when it came to the demon and if Sam went all power trip again Dean was going to need James. He could keep his cool which was something all big boy Winchesters were having a problem with lately.
"Of course I trust him. He's perfect. Why wouldn't I trust him?"
"He's not our dad."
"Then why am I watching the kids while you three run off to be heroes?" John asked. "I can still fight, you know I can. You think I should just sit at home with my robe and old man slippers."
"Did anyone actually say that to you?" Dean asked. "And that robe was nine hundred dollars."
"The silk inside gives me a hardon."
"That's why we got it."
"Why haven't you two asked me to help? Strength in numbers."
"Dad." Dean said before he stood up. "You don't…"
"Tell me what it is or I'm just going to think I'm all old and useless like Bobby. Bobby sucks!"
Dean laughed and then turned away from John because in the dark he could hide. If he kept looking at him he was just going to laugh until he cried and Dean really couldn't handle much else. He was barely keeping it together and saying things he never wanted to say to John wasn't going to make things any easier. Dean did have a reason for excluding John and it went far beyond needing someone strong to watch the kids just in case.
"Come on." John said as he stood. "What is it?"
"Mary said you're still around when she's eighteen."
"You're damn right I am!"
"What about when she's twenty?" Dean asked as he turned. "Or thirty? I know you'll be around when Michael and Alex have kids, but what about when Mary has one or Milo or Buffy. Dad, after tomorrow we could have a completely normal life and you're still going to check out first."
"After Bobby!"
"I can't…I can't and the kids wouldn't be able to handle it if anything happened to you. I don't go a day without imagining what happens when you're gone and I'm not going to let you put yourself in a position where you could get hurt."
"Dean…"
"So you're staying here tonight because you're less expendable. If James doesn't make it…we'll grieve and move on, but if you don't…"
"It's okay, come here."
Dean choked back his tears and then let John hold him up. It hurt like hell to say it out loud, but in a way it actually made Dean feel a little better. He talked it over with James already who completely understood and agreed but Dean needed to really tell John how him and Sam both felt. He was never going to be the perfect father, but he was the patriarch of the family though James had a couple of years on him. James held them all together when things got rough, but John was doing it the rest of the time which thankfully was most of the time.
"I love you."
"Me too, dad."
"And if I do die." James said as he walked out of the house. "My first act as a ghost will be to have anal sex with you."
"James…" John said as he shook his head. "What Dean means is…"
"I know what he means and I agree with him. You mean more because you've been around longer. In a few years I will most likely be more important to everyone as I have more friends on the FaceyPlace."
"We do get hotter as we age." John frowned. "Promise me you won't take Anthony or Mikey."
"Anthony's first?" Dean asked. "Before your grandson?"
"Hey, I can only color so much before I need a little relief."
"I have my eye on Justin." James whispered. "He's…"
"And!"
"Oh, and Dean of course for I find short men attractive."
"And!"
"And he has a very thick penis."
"That's better." Dean smiled. "See, now you really better hope we're all okay or he's going to ghost sex you."
"I've never had sex with a ghost." John said as he scratched his chin. "Demon a couple of times…werewolf once."
"Wha…What!"
"You didn't know that?" James laughed. "It's really a very good story."
"Dad, you nailed a werewolf?"
"Well, I didn't know at the time." John scoffed. "I found out later."
"What happened to her?"
"I dunno." John shrugged. "She just sucked me off anyway, it's not like I fucked her in the stinker."
"When was this?" Dean asked. "And why didn't you tell me! What's the point of knowing everything that's ever happened to our family if you leave out the good shit?"
"It slipped my mind."
"This was like a really long time ago." John laughed. "Yeah, I think Bobby might have hit it…I'm not sure. His standards are a lot lower than mine."
Dean's eyes were still a little raw from crying, but he had a nice long laugh with John and James. He was probably never going to be able to close his eyes without imagining a werewolf gnawing on John's rod, but then it might be worth it because he'd get to tell Sam who was probably going to throw up from laughing so much. It seemed more appropriate to get sucked off by a vampire but then John was never really conventional what with the bare backing a demon and all.
"I can't wait to tell Sammy." Dean laughed. "Wow."
"She was pretty hot, right?"
"From what I remember." James nodded. "Not bad."
"Yeah, she wasn't bad…anyway, do we know how much longer Sammy's going to be?"
"No clue." Dean sighed. "What do you think they're doing in there?"
"Ann said she read an article on the online about how angels can make you stronger through sodomy."
"Um…"
"Also, there was another article about how women who have fancy jewelry bear healthier babies."
"Listen." John whispered. "The next time someone calls you dumb you know who to blame."
"Mmhmm." Dean nodded. "James, I'm pretty sure there's not any sex going on."
"I suppose they're just training."
"Yeah." Dean said. "Probably learning a few new moves."
"Or…
"Holy shit." Dean whispered. "What the fuck is…"
"Get down!" James yelled. "Close your eyes!"
Dean was trying to get down on the ground, but James didn't give him much of a chance. He knocked him and John down so they were both eating grass. When James gave orders Dean almost always tended to follow them but he couldn't close his eyes or even look away. It would be like passing the Northern Lights and not looking up to check them out. Closing his eyes would have been like wearing earplugs to listen to the greatest piece of music ever written.
Hopefully Alex was sleeping because he was going to raise hell if he saw what was going on at The Honeybunch Hideout. Dean was going to have to have a stern talking to with Sam as well because there were rules and though blowing the joint up wasn't written down it was pretty much a given. The cabin just got a little bright at first and then came the tremors and a blinding pillar of light that stretched out of the trees, past the clouds, and maybe straight up into heaven.
It was so painfully bright that Dean could see everything like another sun had appeared in the sky. Dean could see little bugs walking along blades of grass, bugs that were too small for anyone to see with the naked eye. He saw a couple of birds way off in the distance scavenging before winter rolled in and Dean could even see all the stars in the sky made visible by the light that very quickly started to fade out.
"What the fuck was that!" John yelled as he jumped to his feet. "Sammy!"
"Dad, it's okay. I'm fine."
"Sammy?" Dean asked as he turned around. "How'd you…how'd you get here so fast? You're…you're hurt."
"No, I'm not." Sam said as he shook his head. "It's fine."
Sam had a long cut up his left forearm from his wrist to his elbow and it sure as hell didn't look fine. It looked so bad that Dean thought a trip to the emergency room might be in order, but as soon as Sam said it was fine that's what it was. The blood was all gone and the firm taut skin didn't have even the slightest mark on it.
"Sam." John said. "You okay?"
"Yeah, dad. Keep an eye for the kids for us, we'll be back before sunrise."
"We know where we're going?" Dean asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Dean." Sam smiled. "I promise you, I'm fine."
Sam looked like himself and he sounded like himself but at the same time it seemed like he was a little too calm. In what was probably an effort to prove he really was okay he reached out and very gently touched Dean's cheek which was like licking an electrical socket. It was intense but not painful and for just a second Dean thought that nothing else in the world really mattered and that everything was always going to be okay.
"Where are you three going?" John asked. "How'd you find him."
"I had a vision."
"When?"
"I'm finishing it up right now. He's at Camp Hero in Montauk being held against his will along with two demons."
"De…demons?" James asked. "Is he there?"
"I'm not sure. They're contained, all you two have to do is kill them. I'm going to get Joe. There's hundreds of people working there, I'm going to move everyone off the base when we get there. Kill anyone left if they get in your way."
"Whoa, whoa!" John said. "You're just going to kill a bunch of people?"
"They're responsible for hurting him." Sam said. "Everyone else will be removed when we get there."
"Who's responsible, Sammy?"
"Agent Eagan, four doctors, and six guards. If you see them, kill them. I'll get Joe out."
"Did you see who he was?" James asked. "Do you know him?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I know him."
"Who…"
"I don't have time for questions." Sam said. "He doesn't have much time, Dean."
"I know, and we'll…oh fuck…"
"Take a minute to recoup while I shift everyone out."
Dean fell to the ground next to James and started clawing at the grass trying to fight whatever was tearing it's way through him. He felt like his inside were bring ripped apart and stitched back together all out of order. It was excruciating, but after a couple of incredibly deep breaths, Dean felt a lot better, but then that faded as well. Just thirty seconds ago he was standing in the back of the house in Connecticut and then he was in thick woods next to what had possibly been a military installment at one time or another.
"What the fuck was that!"
"It's too long of a drive otherwise." Sam said. "You want the Colt or the rifle?"
"Good heavens." James coughed. "What a wild ride!"
"James, do you have a preference?"
"Rifle." James nodded. "Thank you."
"Sammy, you need to fill us in a little more, I can't go in there without knowing what's going on."
"I will just let me get these people somewhere safe."
"Okay."
"Do you trust me still?" Sam asked. "Tell me the…"
"With my life." Dean smiled. "With my everything."
Dean smiled a little bigger when Sam leaned in because if he was about to kill a demon he needed as many kisses as he could get. It would have been nicer if they were alone in the moonlight, but Dean was still glad James was there even if he was complaining about not pooping for a week.
The cabin in the woods had really come along since the last time Sam saw it. Dean had hung up some wooden blinds to block out the sun and he had a few paintings from the kids tacked up on the wall. Alex had apparently contributed to the décor as well because there was a poster sized print of Michael without his shirt on that was hung crooked. Dean probably enjoyed that as well but not nearly as much as Alex did.
There was a dartboard and a couple decks of cards around, but that was about it as far as recreation went. It seemed like the only thing Alex and Dean were doing in the cabin was drinking beer, smoking cigars, and having farting contests. There were half empty bottles all over the place and between the two recliners was a big ashtray that was nearly overflowing. Since Sam had the FrussyBritches gene he really wanted to clean up but it was Dean's special hangout and he was going to bitch and moan if he found it all nice and neat.
Sam was really just going to straighten things up and toss the bottles out because he didn't want to break out any cleaning products which might rid the cabin of it's wonderful manly smell. It was like sour beer, smoke, and men which was really doing something for Sam. It smelled so much like Dean in there and Sam sort of wanted to roll around on the ground to get that scent into his own skin. Instead of doing that he just made a little mental note to fool around with Dean in the cabin once they were back to fooling around.
Since it was dark out the inside of the cabin was dark with Sam rectified by lighting a few unscented manly candles. Dean and Alex had a couple of flashlights and camping lamps, but Sam thought the candles would be nicer for the occasion which he has also showered and fixed his hair for. He realized he didn't have to do any of that because it wasn't like he was going on a date. He knew his meeting with Gabe was strictly business and should be handled as such. Sam was sure Gabe understood that as well until he arrived with a modest bouquet of grocery store flowers.
That was weird enough but for the first time since they had met Gabe was wearing different clothes. He still had on a suit and his famous trench coat but everything looked a little neater and his tie wasn't all loose and relaxed. Even his hair was fixed differently and he had obviously shaved for the big event. Sam hadn't been nervous about anything but seeing Gabe all spiffed up made a big knot form in his stomach.
"Flowers?"
"I thought it appropriate."
"Uh…" Sam said as he took them. "Thanks."
"You lit candles."
"Because it's dark outside."
"Is that a new sweater?"
"No…well, yeah, but that's only because I don't really wear the same thing twice. I didn't get dressed up for you."
"Nor I for you."
"Good, then…I'm glad we cleared that up." Sam said as he stepped out of the way. "Come on in."
"Thank you…you look very nice."
"Um, you too. Thanks."
"You're welcome." Gabe smiled. "This is my first time."
"I'd hope so." Sam chuckled. "Can I just say I'm sort of the world's wet dream so you could do a lot worse."
"I suppose I could." Gabe said as he walked into the cabin. "Well, it smells like farts in here."
"At least you know I'm not trying to seduce you."
Sam made the mistake of leaning in a little too close and Gabe nearly jumped across the entire room. He was way too nervous and he really had no reason to be. He didn't really have to do much of anything and seeing him jump convinced Sam that maybe jokes were a little inappropriate. He really couldn't help himself though because the idea of popping Gabe's cherry really suited him.
Gabe had been missing since after Thanksgiving dinner, but Sam assumed he knew about all the excitement with Mary coming back to talk to them. He really wanted to ask if she was the real deal, but if Sam did that he knew he'd just have more doubts. It was like if he actually said it out loud again the experience would become a little less real and he didn't want to give it up. He really wanted to believe that Mary was eighteen years old and in the kitchen with them just a few days ago. Not only did it prove that she was eventually going to have lots of lush gorgeous blonde hair, but Sam wanted to give himself and Dean a happier future.
"We should do this thing."
"Uh…" Gabe said before clearing his throat. "Well, before we do uh…"
"I'm ready."
Sam pulled the dagger he had in the back of his jeans out and very gently set it down because he didn't need Gabe to get more jumpy. Seeing the dagger did exactly that because Sam didn't just head over to Justin's house and pick from his collection of blades, he went up into the attic and got the same knife he had offed Jeremy and Aaron's mother with. It made Gabe even more nervous but Sam wasn't taking any chances. He trusted Gabe, but he wasn't stupid.
"Why…why do you want to use that dagger?"
"Let's just say I play safe with everyone except Dean."
"You think I'm a demon?" Gabe asked. "This was your idea and I'm fairly certain I said it was a bad idea."
"I just want to be sure."
"Where is Dean anyway?"
"He didn't want to join us. He didn't even want to know what was going to happen."
"And you still want to do this?"
"I have to save him, Gabe." Sam said. "I need to keep Jason from getting fucked up the ass by one of your friends, and I need to send you home to your son."
"You've decided to save him then? This is now a salvage mission?"
"Yeah."
"You were so intent on killing him."
"I was." Sam smiled. "Now I save him…from what I don't know, but I gotta do this with you first."
"There are risks, Sam. I know you don't want to listen to them, but you have to."
"Then tell me so I can do this anyway."
For the first time ever Gabe took off his trench coat and slung it over one of the chairs. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt next and just as quickly dragged the dagger up his forearm. There was no spark at all, not even a tiny little glimmer where the candle light hit the razor sharp edge. He wanted to prove he was someone who could be trusted and he had done it with a little blood, unfortunately a few drops against his pale skin wasn't going to cut it.
"We have no idea what will actually happen."
"Best guess?"
"I think that my blood will seek out the demon blood in your system and eradicate it. So your connection to Dean and your other abilities will end, but you'll have our powers."
"I'm fine with not having any demon blood in me." Sam whispered. "I'm completely fine with that."
"But this is borrowed power, Sam. You'll have to give it up after you find Joe and…you'll be…"
"Normal." Sam smiled. "I'll be a normal boy."
Sam really hated that someone as stoic as Gabe managed to even look sad for him. His eyebrows were kind of folded down and he was frowning as he nodded. Sam didn't really think that was such a bad deal because he spent his whole life wanting to be normal and he finally had a chance to really do it right. If he was left powerless when all was said and done he even entertained the thought that all those big baddies would go looking for the kicks elsewhere and they might be able to stop fighting once and for all.
"That's best case scenario."
"What's worst?" Sam asked. "There's a worst, right?"
"There always is." Gabe said. "Because this has never been done before especially with someone like you, there's a chance my powers will simply be lumped in with yours. You'll have the powers you currently possess from the demon and mine as well."
"That's sort of what we're going for here, right? I mean you give me the mojo, I save Joe, I give it up. I'm okay with that too."
"We're not entirely okay with that."
"Why?"
"Sam, you're already stronger than any man should be, once you have my blood coursing through your veins you'll essentially be unstoppable."
"But I'm going to give it up when I'm done."
"Are you?" Gabe asked. "You can say that now, but there's a reason we have vessels, Sam. This strength is too seductive for most people. I worry about what it would do to someone as…driven as you are."
"Driven?"
"You know anyone else who wants to be the president?" Gabe asked. "Or became a billionaire before he turned thirty?"
"I'm not a…"
"Yes, you are."
Sam laughed a little and then sat down in the recliner opposite Gabe. Since he made his first measly fifty thousand dollars from 302 Sam had been talking about becoming a billionaire. Dean thought it was better to work towards a million bucks first but Sam called that pocket change. He wanted that billion not because he could buy anything he wanted or impress the entire world. He wanted it as proof that he had succeeded at something and that he was one of the few people in the world who could make that much money.
The president thing was so over and done with but Gabe did have a point. Most people went through life and wanted to be doctors or lawyers. That wasn't enough for Sam because he wanted a bigger whiter house and a whole country under his thumb. He knew the kind of politician he'd be and he didn't want input from the rest of the country, he wanted to rule them like a king so they'd stop fucking everything up. He wanted that absolute power which was dangerous when he was about to be given absolute power.
"Dean believes in me." Sam said. "Do you?"
"Ninety percent." Gabe smiled. "I'm not saying you'll have all this power and use it to kill the world, Sam, but you might get a taste and not be so ready to give it up."
"I understand that. What about the rest of you?"
"The majority of us believe you can do this."
"What about God?"
"You'd have to ask him yourself. This is another choice you have to make on your own."
"Ain't that always the way?" Sam asked as he took back the dagger. "This is going to hurt."
"I know."
"Just think tomorrow you can tuck your son in yourself."
When Gabe nodded Sam stabbed him right in the crook of his arm and dragged the dagger forward to his wrist. He split his whole forearm open because they needed lots of blood to get the job done and Sam wanted it to flow so they could get it over with quicker. He absolutely refused to drink someone else's blood and though he could have gotten a hold of some syringes Sam didn't exactly like the idea of repeatedly injecting himself. If he was going to go all the way, Sam wanted contact, and he wanted Gabe to have as close to a sexual experience as he could ever get.
Though he was dealing with a rather major wound Gabe didn't yell, scream, or cry. He was panting some, but he was surprisingly composed which really comforted Sam because he thought Dean would have reacted the same way. He was in immense pain, but he stayed quiet and suffered in silence to not ruin the moment.
Sam wasn't as strong as Gabe or Dean when it came to pain, so when he split his own forearm open he did wince very quietly and there were some tears falling down his face. When he was about halfway to his wrist he thought about backing out because the pain was so unbelievably intense, but he had to see it through. He kept right on dragging and then let the bloody dagger fall to the floor on Dean's manly gray rug.
"Ready?"
"I should be asking you that." Gabe said weakly. "Take a deep breath, Sam. It's my birthday."
"Don't tell Dean I let you top."
"I'm going to tell everyone. Hurry, I heal quick."
"Here goes nothing…and maybe everything."
Sam pressed his bleeding and gaping wound into Gabe's and then pushed out ever ounce of breath he had left. Over the past few months Sam hadn't really come in contact with Gabe that often and he had no idea if he was always so warm. It might have just been his blood but he was downright toasty and very comfortable. Sam even closed his eyes and let the warm wash over him and apparently picked the perfect time to do so because the room was getting a little brighter.
The worst thing that could have happened at that point was Dean barging in right when they were in the middle of doing the damn thing. The second worst thing was something Sam wouldn't have even considered because it had been such a long time since it happened. While he was bleeding into Gabe and apparently lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree Sam had a vision that rocked him from the tips of his toes straight out through his head. It wasn't the least bit painful at all, in fact it was actually a little pleasant and if some angel blood saved him from the skull splitting agony he just might have to try that whole syringes idea if the visions became a regular thing.
"Camp Hero." Sam whispered. "They're holding him against his will. Dad's old boss."
"Holding him? How?"
"Dave, he has him in a hundred different traps and…oh God, they have his son too. They're hurting his son to make him come after us."
"Dean said he knew him." Gabe whispered. "Do…uh…do you know him?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I do. I know the two demons there too."
"Which ones?"
"Azazel…and Lilith."
"Impossible. Any demon being alive without us knowing it is impossible and those two…"
"Gabe?"
"I think you've had enough."
When Sam pulled his arms away he got knocked across the cabin as the beam of light got even brighter. It was so bright Sam couldn't see anything except what was playing out inside his head. The other visions Sam had were just flashes but the little boost had made everything crystal clear. John's old friend and boss, Dave, who was also responsible for sending Jeremy to hell was behind everything. He was a hell of a lot more dangerous than any of them could have expected because he had a vast knowledge of the real world and an endless budget to make the impossible very possible. Joe was completely innocent in everything and Sam was more determined than ever to help him before he made Dave Eagan pay.
"Heal up." Sam said as he stood. "We'll be at Camp Hero in Montauk when you regain your strength."
"Okay." Gabe whispered. "I need…a while."
"You'll have a while. He's guarded with some heavy duty magic."
"Can you get to him?"
"Shouldn't be a problem after I tear the whole fucking place apart." Sam said. "I'll see you soon."
"Wait."
"What?"
"Who is he?" Gabe asked. "We need to know."
"No. You don't need to know. This has nothing to do with any of you."
Sam trusted Gabe, but there was a good chance they had an audience who might view Joe as more of a threat than we really was. There were most likely a few well meaning angels out there who even thought Montauk was better off being erased from above to eliminate multiple threats. Sam wasn't risking that. He was saving Joe and his son, and letting James kill the demon that had killed him and the bitch that started it all.
Dean was very glad he hadn't asked how Sam was going to get stronger. Had he known he was basically going to have a little mystical bareback sex with Gabe he wouldn't have allowed it. Not only were some things just wrong, but Dean would have been way too scared about Sam becoming so incredibly powerful on account of already being incredibly powerful. James just thought it was his most clever idea ever and commended Sam on using an angel's blood to beef up the power he got from a demon's blood. Dean wasn't so sure about any of it, but he was sure that Sam was the same person he had been before he went into the cabin, at least on the surface.
He told them about what he had done while he was focusing on moving innocent people to safety. Dean didn't know what he was doing or where he was putting them, but it all seemed very effortless. Sam just looked like he was concentrating on a crossword puzzle but no one was actually leaving which worried Dean a little. He also had a lot of question about how an air force base in complete disrepair could house what had to be a massive facility where hundreds of people worked. The buildings in front of them were probably big enough but they were clearly abandoned and had been for some time.
"Sammy, there's nothing here." Dean said. "And this is a state park, don't you think if there was a secret government facility it'd be hidden a little better."
"James." Sam smiled. "What do you think?"
"I think the best way to keep something hidden is to pretend like you have nothing to hide. They let the people in to prove there's nothing here because there isn't."
"Exactly."
"I'm lost." Dean shrugged. "You're moving hundreds of people out from…where?"
"Camp Hero was an Army instillation established prior to world war two. They built the Air Force station when the Army phased out in the fifties and in 1984 the government turned the property over to the state."
"Which they turned into this state park?" James asked. "Right?"
"Right, they turned it over free of charge with the stipulation that the government maintains control over everything beneath the surface."
"Shut up." Dean said as he looked down. "Are you saying there's a secret…lab underneath us?"
"Twelve levels."
"We're…we're going under the ground?" James asked. "Where are the demons?"
"Level eleven."
"Oh, excellent."
"Are you scared of going underground?"
"No, no, Sam." James said as he shook his head. "Not at all, but perhaps we should get John to take my place just to be on the safe side and I can…change diapers!"
"Mary said you need to be here."
"You'll be with me." Dean said. "We'll be okay."
James nodded but he so clearly wasn't completely on board. Dean really was getting a little nervous too because going underground wasn't like entering a building and going up. When they left, hopefully all of them, they'd pretty much be crawling out of the earth since it seemed like Sam wasn't going to leave any little bit of evidence behind. That worried Dean, but if he stuck with James they could keep each other safe.
"I'd like to know more." James said. "Why didn't the angels or Jeremy know about these demons?"
"I need a break anyway." Sam sighed. "I'm guessing your probably not familiar with Project Rainbow?"
"Of course I am! Anthony told me that we're to go to the gay club at least once a month and I have to take off my shirt so men will buy us free drinks."
"Not that Project Rainbow. The Philadelphia Experiment?"
"When Forrest Gump had AIDS?" James frowned. "Such a sad movie."
"No more talking." Dean whispered. "The Philadelphia experiment had to do with making a Navy destroyer invisible."
"Nice, baby."
"Thanks!"
"This was in 1943, and it worked once making the ship invisible to the human eye and to radar, but the crew on board ended up embedded in the hull. Like they were fused with the metal of the ship."
"Ew." James said. "That's…ew…"
"So that was a big failure, but it gave all these scientist hope that one day we might be able to use science to do stuff like that including time travel, advanced weaponry, portals, and psychotronics, thus…"
Sam motioned to the buildings in front of them and Dean actually felt a little nauseous thinking about what had gone on underneath them. He got that scientist needed to conduct experiments, but he seriously doubted people were volunteering to be thrown into portals to see if they were working properly. The whole vibe of the place was really freaking Dean out because if they were involved in such extreme research there was no telling if the gun is his hand was going to do any good.
"Psychotronics?" James asked. "What is that?"
"Interfacing mind and machine." Sam said. "See, they had all this research and they got pretty far on their own, but science has nothing to do with opening portals to other dimensions or time travel. The most success any scientist had in this place was blasting radiation at people in an attempt to boost psychic abilities."
"Fantastic, now I'm really looking forward to going in there."
"Those people all died, but they weren't like us. They were working with people like Chris or Missouri, until Dave came along."
"I see." James said. "You're saying that when he got involved they were able to further their scientific experiments by using the power Joe had."
"Exactly. You can build as many machines as you want, but they're not going to work until you have the right battery. They used him to open a portal and rip the demons out of another place and another time, they're not demons like the angels here know them. They're different.
"Sammy, how the hell do you know all of this?"
"I had a vision."
"And got seventy years of top secret government history, I…"
"Other dimensions." James said interrupting Dean. "Is…Sam, do you think there's a place where the demon was never born and I got to live my live with Sarah and the boys?"
"I hope so." Sam smiled. "That'd be nice."
"It's him, isn't it?"
"James…"
"Dave knew what the yellow eyed demon did, if he was trying to see what made us work he'd want him…and Mary would want….no…you would in the future make sure she told you to include me so I can kill him because John already got to."
"Yes."
"And who else?"
"Lilith."
"From your dreams?" Dean asked. "Re…really?"
"Yeah."
"Where do we go in?" James asked. "Where's the entrance?"
"Let me finish clearing everyone out." Sam said. "And then…"
"No. There's an entrance around here and I want to know where it is right now, Sam."
"James…"
"Dean, you'll fall in line or stay behind."
"By the radar tower." Sam said. "I unlocked it."
"I'll give you two a moment."
Dean had never gotten the brush off like that before in his life. Even when John spit out orders there was a little bit of caring and compassion behind it. James had none of that and he addressed Dean like he was only a soldier which hurt so much more than it should have. It actually made Dean feel even worse about the whole thing and that didn't seem possible. He felt like a child again and utterly useless since he wasn't giving orders and he didn't have the power Sam did.
"Don't feel like that."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's got a history with both of them." Sam said. "And…Dean whatever happens down there with him isn't anything to be scared of."
"See, when you say that it means I'm probably going to be terrified."
"Don't be. I can get to you in a second."
"I used to take care of you, Sammy."
"You still do. I've got everyone out now. Anyone left inside is fair game, if they get in your way you take them out."
"Okay. You're coming with us?"
"In a minute. I have some other stuff to do first."
"Okay." Dean said before he kissed Sam's cheek. "I love you."
"Half as much as I love you."
"You wish."
"I want to…"
"No." Dean said as he shook his head. "Don't say anything else because it'll sound like goodbye. Meet me here when you're done."
"I'll be here."
Dean squeezed Sam hand and then turned away from him. It would have been nice if the three of them could have gone in and stayed together but Joe had become a personal matter that Sam had to attend to. It really did seem like it should have just been another job they had to get done, but after all the explanation about what had happened Sam still hadn't said who Joe was. Dean wanted to know because it was important but at the same time he knew he was better off not knowing. Sam was saving him either way, but if Dean knew the truth he thought he might not be as understanding. After that terrible dream Dean really wanted blood, so in the end it probably was better they separated in order to avoid an unhappy future.
James had already found the entrance and apparently it wasn't as opened as he would have liked it to be. Dean absolutely believed everything Sam said but he was having trouble imagining a massive underground base until he saw the metal door that was built into the side of the radar tower. It looked like top secret spy shit from shows that aired in the sixties which totally blew Dean's mind. He was still nervous but his sense of adventure was starting to win out.
Since the door wasn't totally torn off it's hinges James was slamming the end of the rifle at it which was a great way to accidentally shoot your face off. Dean actually laughed some because James was so frustrated but he didn't stay laughing for long. When he tried to stop him from battering the whole damn tower down James turned just right in the moonlight and Dean could see the tear streaks down his face. Killing two demons that were trapped seemed easy enough, but it was so much more than that to James. It was more than Dean could ever pretend to understand.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"It's okay." Dean said as he took the rifle. "Let's switch, you're probably a better shot with the Colt."
"Yes, you're right."
"And I think pulling the door open would work better."
"Again." James said. "You're right."
"You know sometimes I have dreams about this."
"The only dreams you have about me usually very heavily feature rough gay sex."
"You got me there."
"But for the record." James said before he sighed. "I have dreams about this too."
The closest Dean ever got to seeing James in action was last January when little big dick kidnapped Sam and tried to make out with him. That wasn't even really seeing him in action because they hadn't done what Dean would call active hunting. They were mostly accosted by phantom demons and then it was all sunshine and puppy dogs. Dean just got a little glimpse and he was really looking forward to working a job with James.
The door on the side of the building led to a very dark and small room which didn't exactly make Dean feel optimistic. It looked like the room had once held electronics of some kind which was what one would expect if they entered a building with a giant radar dish on top of it. There were no other doors and nowhere else to go which made the trip inside Dean's shortest hunt ever since they had already hit a brick wall.
That brick wall was opposite the door they had just entered from and Dean spotted the tiniest little sliver of light running in a perfect line from the floor to the ceiling. Props went out to the bad guys again because they were tricky in all the best possible ways. James noticed the little line of light as well and since he was older he went first and pushed gently against the wall. Dean figured that under normal circumstances there was some kind of lock in place but that was before Sam opened everything up for them.
"This is some Buffy season four bullshit right here."
"Dean, my priority is keeping you safe."
"I know that. I'm Xander, a know."
"You may think of me differently before morning comes."
"I doubt that." Dean smiled. "After you."
James had more to say but the handholding and ass play was going to have to wait because they had other things to attend to and Dean was pretty sure Sam was waiting for them to get inside. The line of light was coming from a very long and very bright hallway that threw off Dean's entire sense of equilibrium. He felt like he had a little bit too much to drink and was wearing new shoes on a slick floor. Dean had no idea what was making him feel that way until James tossed a penny to the ground. On a level surface it would have stayed put and even on something un-level it wouldn't have slid far before stopping. In the hallway it started to slide and didn't stop. They were on a very steep ramp that was basically going to lead them right into hell.
"There's a door at the other end." James whispered. "Why would there be a ramp and not a set of stairs of an elevator?"
"This area is really visible. They must have built the base underground further back and then put the entrance here since this tower has been here a while."
"I guess that makes sense. There's just the one door so we'll know if anyone comes out."
"Yeah." Dean said before he took a few steps forward. "If I don't puke up my dinner then…"
"What on Earth is that noise?"
"I uh…I think that's the sound of metal bending…"
"Sam?"
"I think so…maybe."
"I am so hot for him right now."
"Hey!"
"In a paternal way."
"Dude." Dean said. "You're a Winchester. Repetitive much?"
"What is he doing! He'll wake the dead!"
Dean actually had to cringe and duck when he heard a particularly loud groan followed by what had to be metal snapping. The whole underground operation the government had going on was going to be completely destroyed by the time Sam was done with them, but Dean knew that wouldn't be enough. He'd want to tear everything down like he had done to his old apartment building. That was a beautiful park now and Sam had made that happen. He liked to completely erase things which Dean got because no one liked bad reminders.
After a very loud boom Dean nodded towards the end of the hallway because Sam was done whatever he was doing. Nothing would have made Dean happier than seeing Sam rushing in to join the party but he never showed up. If he had that badass angel mojo he didn't have to take the long way down and probably went straight in to the big showdown in the basement. Thinking about that actually made Dean wonder what exactly Sam was going to do after saving Joe since Dave was most likely around somewhere. If he was in charge Dean was sure he wouldn't leave his little pet project for long.
"James?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think Sammy's going to kill Dave?" Dean asked. "I mean I get that he's a really bad guy, but he's still human."
"He'll kill him."
"Wow, you didn't give it a lot of thought."
"Dean." James said before he stopped and turned. "You do realize why Sam is suddenly so insistent on saving Joe and making these people pay."
"It's wrong and I doubt they're using Joe to make world peace."
"No…Dean, it could be any of us, and we're not always going to be around. One day someone like Agent Eagan could do this to one of the children or your grandchildren. This isn't about saving someone or being the hero, Sam's not going to stop until every part of this is obliterated."
"What…what do you think they've been doing to him? What do you think they'd do to the kids?"
"I don't know." James smiled. "I don't want to know, but I hope it helps you understand why no one can ever find out about this."
"Yeah, I do. Of course."
"Good. Get ready, two guards are coming."
"What do I uh…I just have this big ass gun."
"Stay behind me, you'll be safe."
Dean felt so stupid for asking what to do but he honestly had no idea. He liked the rifle but it wasn't exactly the best weapon to have on hand when people came running in out of nowhere which the two guards did. Dean kept the rifle by his side because it was built for killing demons and that's obviously what they were saving it for. James was apparently saving the Colt for that as well because he didn't fire a single bullet but he did kill both guards in a matter of seconds which completely horrified Dean.
The first guard didn't even get a chance to draw his gun. He looked like he was about forty years old and he was a big guy with dark hair and eyes. It was like he knew what was about to happen to him because right before James held up his hand the man's eyes went wide and terror and then blank. He had a confused look on his face which Dean only saw for a second before his entire head twisted so far backwards it nearly popped off. That was almost as gross as Sam splitting the Crone in two, but he still won out.
The second guard was much smaller, but he looked like a bigger threat because he was faster. He got his gun out and fired twice but Dean had no idea where either of the shots landed. James still had his hand out and the guard rose just an inch off the ground before he was slammed to the left and then the right. That first impact had shattered half the bones in his body and the second killed him. There were two great big blood spots on the wall where he had had made contact and they were person sized. That was all Dean could think about until the dead man fell to the ground.
James had just shattered his bones and he fell to the floor in a pile. It wasn't like the other man who just had his neck broken, he sort of slumped like bodies were supposed to. The younger man looked like he was slipping out of his skin and there was more blood pooling around him than Dean even thought possible. It was sickening, but Sam had gotten his flare for the dramatic from somewhere and James really meant it when he said no one could ever find out.
"What the fuck was that!" Dean yelled. "Since when can you do that?"
"When I'm upset…"
"James?"
"Stay…stay behind me."
"What's wrong?" Dean asked. "Why are you…James?"
"Please don't, Dean."
"Look at me."
James had his head down which was something Dean had seen before. He didn't know if James had picked it up from Jeremy or if it was the other way around and he really didn't care. He had to see Jeremy and he had to see James as well. It wasn't going to change anything about how Dean felt, but he just had to see for himself.
"Come on…It's okay."
"I'm so ashamed."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of." Dean said as he lifted his chin. "Just let me…your eyes are blue."
"Pwned."
"Wha…what?"
"Young man, I am no devil!" James said as he stood up straight. "These poor bastards on the other hand."
"Don't fuck with me like that! God damnit!"
"I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."
"Fucker."
Dean felt like his heart was trying to claw it's way out of his throat. He really wouldn't have cared if James' eyes had been black, but he did care about being fucked with. He briefly considered beating the shit out of him, but then James went and flashed the pearly whites and all was almost forgiven. Dean was still going to spank him the first chance he got but that was after he found out what the hell had just happened.
"When did you start doing that?"
"A few months now."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Dean asked. "Don't you think you should have mentioned that?"
"Possibly, but it's not something that I need to use."
"You've got to be nearly as strong as Sam is regularly."
"No." James laughed. "I don't think so. We've never seen how strong Sam really is."
"Have I seen how strong you really are?"
"No." James smiled. "You have not."
"Am I going to?"
"Unfortunately you are."
James handed the Colt over so Dean had both weapons capable of killing the two demons downstairs. He passed the dead men on the ground without even paying them even the slightest bit of attention. He was completely detached in a way that made Dean a little jealous. A few years ago he would have done the exact same thing but that's when he was hardened against the world. Seeing James kill without any regret or remorse made Dean think he was really made for the job and with that amount of power it was a shame he wasn't out there helping more.
"Are you ready to save the world, Dean?"
"You're very dramatic for an Englishman."
"My entire family is gay. I have a flair for the dramatic."
"Lead the way." Dean smiled. "To infinity and beyond."
James kicked down a door that was already opened and proceeded to trip down a half flight of stairs before landing flat on his face. He was only down for a second before he popped back up and tried his best to pretend like he hadn't just completely spazzed out, but Dean saw it and surprisingly it didn't make him feel any less safe with his big dorky grandpa. |
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