"565 Almeria Road," Dean repeated, jotting down the information the deputy sheriff retrieved for him. "Thanks."
Dean clicked off his phone and debated whether to share the information about his meeting with Sam and the information he'd retrieved based on it. It wasn't that he was afraid his dad would be skeptical, god knows they'd seen and experienced enough to believe just about anything, but Sam had been upset about Dean going to meet with their father. Dean figured that Shane must have convinced Sam that neither he nor his father could be trusted. Dean stuffed his feet back into his shoes and grabbed his jacket and duffel. He did a quick map quest search before heading out the door. He eased open the door and scanned the parking area, making sure his father was no where in sight. He checked to make sure he had his cell. He figured he could always call for back up once he'd gotten there. He had instructed John to get maps, so hopefully one phone call and John would be able to navigate his way to them if needs be. ????????
Sam's eyes fluttered open and he sat up groggily, trying to get his bearings. "Dean," he whispered and attempted to stand. His head was still swimming from whatever Shane had given him and on top of that he was feeling nauseous as well. He didn't attempt to move because he was confident Dean was on his way to rescue him. A thought came to Sam from back when he was trapped in cupboard back at Max's house. He looked around the still spinning room and reached a hand out for one of the utensils on the table a few feet from him. The silver objects clattered against the wood and soon the whole table was vibrating like a cheap parlor trick some psychics would use. Sam collapsed against the back of the sofa exhausted. Something Shane said came to mind. He had mentioned that their mother was killed by her own kind. Shane also alluded to the fact that Mary came from royalty. It made Sam wonder if Shane was in some ways weaker than Sam. It would explain why he drugged him. Perhaps in his human form he was weak, but what if he were in his other form. Sam didn't think he could bear the pain of transforming and wasn't even sure he could change at will. 'Didn't Shane say it would hurt less the more I transformed?' Sam tried to recall every word Shane had spoken to him.
"It doesn't have to hurt. You can control it," Shane had said.
"How?" Sam wondered out loud.
So many thoughts were crowding Sam's head. Sam remembered the voice that had first spoke to him back in the motel before his transformation. It had said he wanted to make sure Sam had chosen well. Sam wondered what that meant and what decision was Shane referring to. ????????
Without a printer, Dean had to rely on notes hurriedly scribbled down from his directions search. None of this was making sense to him. The car was registered to Shane Hansen but the house belonged to Meagan Hansen. 'Meg,' Dean thought.
"What kind of game are you playing?" Dean grumbled, keeping an eye peeled for street names.
Dean nearly missed the turn off as he tried to figure out what all that was happening really meant. He pulled his car over into a clearing and sticking close to the brush, gathered a few weapons and crept up to the house veering off to the side to avoid the windows. Crouching down beneath a sill, he spared a quick glance. He was looking through the kitchen window and could see the same familiar table he had seen in his dreams. He also saw Sam with his hand stretched out and something silver floating in the air towards him. Dean circled around the back of the house and then along the other side. From the side window he could see Sam's profile. He was lying back against the sofa as if exhausted. Dean figured whatever Sam was trying to do was expending a lot of his energy. As he came along the side and towards the front, he looked down the path to the driveway. The 4x4 was still there. He only hoped that Shane or Meg wouldn't materialize any minute. He crouched down again along the front and tapped at the window. He heard the sound of something falling to the floor. He peeped up and saw Sam staring out the window from the sofa. It took a while for Sam to focus and realize it was Dean. Sam tried to make his way to the door but stumbled and fell.
Dean tried the door but it was locked.
"Sammy," Dean yelled before reaching in his pocket and using the butt of his gun to break through the top pane of glass.
Pulling his sleeve over his hand he reached in and unlatched the window getting it opened just enough to crawl through. Sam was struggling to get to his feet.
"It's alright Sammy, I've got you. I'm here."
"Dean," Sam answered weakly, "I'm sorry I didn't wait for you."
"It's okay. You were scared. I'm here now."
Dean knelt down, scooping his brother up in his arms and holding him close. "I'm gonna get you out of here but you have to help me," Dean said, kissing his brother's forehead and struggling to pull him to his feet.
The sound of tires crunching the gravel got Dean moving. He hauled one of Sam's arms over his shoulder and up onto his feet. Dean looked around the room for an exit. The kitchen window would mean climbing over the sink and Sam was in no condition to do that. He dragged him over to the side window, letting Sam slouch down against the wall while he opened the stiff window as high as he could.
"C'mon Sammy, we don't have a lot of time."
Dean guided Sammy head first out the window, pushing him as much as he could. He heard Sam land with a thud on the ground below. He shimmied out the window landing roughly on top of Sam. His one thought was to keep moving and hope that whoever was returning didn't spot his car in the clearing he turned into. He also prayed that Sam could pull himself together long enough to aid in his rescue. It would be only seconds before his captor saw the broken glass and from little Dean did know about incubi and succubae, they were pretty hard to destroy.
"Hurry up Sammy," Dean said, pulling his brother to his feet.
Dean hoisted Sam's arm around his shoulder holding it in place with one hand. He placed his free arm around Sam's waist and began to drag him as quickly as he could. "Work with me Sammy," Dean spoke sharply. He hoped his tone would help his brother focus on the task at hand. He could feel Sam struggling to move his legs and Dean led them through a cluster of trees and shrubs trying to maintain some cover as he made his way back to the clearing. The drug was wearing off and Sam tried to clear his mind for fear that Shane would sense him and no they weren't far away. He forced his legs to work with much effort. It was tiring but Dean had done his part. He had found him. Sam knew he needed to pull his weight and help get them out of there.
Dean trudged forward, encouraging Sam each time he felt him trying to make his legs work and take some of his weight off Dean's shoulder.
"That a boy Sammy. Good. Keep moving. We're almost there."
He knew Dean was probably worried that he wasn't responding but Sam was trying to keep his mind free until they made it to the car. For Dean, the hike up to the house was relatively quick. Now, with Sam in tow, it seemed like miles away. Dean could hear a voice calling out for Sam behind them. He could see the car through the brush just a few yards in front of them. There was a small path that Dean felt he could get his car through. He reluctantly placed Sam against a tree and let his body slide down it.
"Wait here. I'll bring the car closer."
"No," Sam pleaded, reaching out for Dean.
"Sammy, there isn't time."
Dean jogged down the path and unlocked the door. He knew once he started the engine, Shane, Meg and anyone else who may be around would hear them but it was a chance he had to take. Sam was too weak to make it down the path. He turned the engine over and heard a female voice shout "Over here." Dean weaved through the thicket, not caring about the low branches scraping against the chrome. Jumping out he left the engine running and gathered Sam back up into his arms. He almost had him up when he was blind sided and went flying through the air across the impala and landing on the other side of his car. He tried to scramble to his feet, ignoring the pain radiating from his back. He looked up to see a very feminine being with short blond hair approaching him.
"Great," Dean moaned as Meg approached.
"Where do you think you're going?" The woman growled, baring her teeth in a mock smile.
She bent down and picked Dean up like he was a rag doll. Dean struggled but it was useless. His head was spinning and his body was in pain. He tried desperately to reach for a weapon but the way Meg was holding him by the jacket was practically pinning his arms in place. Meg raised her hand revealing nails more like claws. Dean closed his eyes bracing himself for the inevitable when he heard a loud cry and the sensation of sailing through the air again. He landed hard on the ground skidding back until his head made contact with what he could only assume was a tree trunk. Things swam in and out of focus before he blacked out. When he opened his eyes again he reached for his throat, checking to see if there was a gaping hole in it. It took a while for Dean to realize his head was propped against the passenger seat of his own car. He hazarded a glance towards the driver's seat hoping not to see Sam's gal pal seated next to him. Instead he saw the one thing he was afraid he'd never see again, his Sam, sitting behind the wheel speeding them to safety.
Sam glanced over when he heard a moan and some movement from the passenger seat. He smiled when Dean reached for his throat before looking over at him. If he ever doubted that Dean loved him, all those doubts went away when Dean, realizing he was with him smiled and reached out a hand to touch him.
"Is this real?" Dean asked groggily.
Sam took Dean's hand in his own and nodded.
"What happened?" Dean asked, sitting up a bit and wincing as parts of his body attempted to fill him in.
"I saved your ass," Sam smiled, still clutching Dean's hand.
"That's funny, because I pretty much remember me saving your ass."
"Was that before or after Meg mopped the floor up with you?"
"Definitely before," Dean laughed and then stopped abruptly because of the pain.
"Sit still. I think you busted some ribs."
"Where are we?" Dean asked. He looked out the dusty windshield and nothing looked familiar.
"Not sure. I just got you in the car and started driving."
"Sammy, how did you save me?"
"I'm not sure. It was like with Max. I could see what she was doing to you and the next thing I know both of you were flying through the air. I think I caused it." Sam added, slightly embarrassed.
"Well," Dean grimaced, "the next time you rescue me, could you make sure to only hurt my attacker and not me in the process?"
"I'm working on it."
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." ?????????
Missouri called back John. She'd consulted every book she could get her hands on and then called a few friends in her field as well.
"Okay Missy, tell me you've come up with something."
"John, there is no real pattern. Three of the names mean John but the other three don't. Three are of the names are of Celtic origin but have no hidden meaning that sends up alarms.
John was disappointed already. He was sure he was on to something. He listened intently while Missouri continued.
"As far as the numerological meaning of the names again there is no clear pattern. I took into account inner purpose, outward characteristics and their destiny numbers and it ran the gamut of personalities. As far as I can tell, the names mean nothing unless..."
"Unless what?"
"What if someone is playing a game with you John? I mean most of the names have the same letters. What if this is one person or being taunting you, trying to keep you and the boys there?"
That thought had occurred to John as well. Hearing it voiced sent chills up his spine.
"You still there?" Missouri asked, when her friend didn't respond.
"Yeah."
"Come home and bring the boys with you. Whatever is going on, we can fight it together." ??????????
Sam pulled over at the first convenience store he found. He purchased and icepack, some food and got directions back to Dean's motel room. Dean hadn't had much money on him so most of what he had was used for gas.
"Here, put this on," Sam said, handing his brother the ice pack.
The area near his ribcage was already turning black and blue.
"I got us hotdogs," Sam said as he sorted through the cartons.
"How far away are we?"
"Not far," Sam answered between sips of his slurpee.
"Good, let's go back, call dad and try to figure out our next move."
"Dean..."
"Sammy, we have to trust him for now. He's our father."
"No Dean," Sam answered bitterly, "He's your father. I'm one of the things he's been hunting all these years. I'm responsible for his wife's death...for our mother's death."
"That's not true Sammy. Whatever is happening is not your fault. You had no say or control over any of it."
"Shane told me everything," Sam said tearfully.
"Shane," Dean began, trying not to lose it at the mention of that name, "drugged and manipulated you."
"He also told me why mom was killed," Sam spoke softly.
"Sammy, we don't know that we can trust anything Shane told you. You said yourself he wanted you to make a decision. He might have told you anything to influence that decision. Dad... "
"My real father killed her." Sam blurted out.
"The incubus that impregnated her," Dean stated, without emotion.
"Shane said mom was one of them and the mating was deliberate."
Dean felt a rage building inside him. "Mom would never..."
Sam put down his drink and reached out for Dean.
"No, it's nothing like that. Please just listen to me. Let me at least tell you everything I know."
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After hanging up from Missouri, John was more determined then ever to find Sam and get out of town. They needed to regroup and rethink what was really going on. All they knew for sure was that Sam had changed and someone or something wanted him. The question was why. John dialed Dean's phone but there was no answer. He only hoped that Dean was able to contact Sam. That's when it dawned on him. 'Son of a bitch, you knew.'
John didn't know whether to be proud of Dean or angry. It had just occurred to him that Dean knew the names were a dead end. He and Sam had probably figured that out. 'You just wanted me out of the way so you could rescue Sammy without me.' John was just about to put the car in drive when the passenger side door flew open.
"So we meet again," Meg said as she entered.
John reached for his weapon when he felt something sharp at his neck.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a man's voice said from the back seat.
"Shane, meet John Winchester, John, meet my brother Shane."
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Dean and Sam returned to the room. They'd both shared with each other all the other knew. Both were emotionally drained from their ordeal. Sam was feeling more like an outsider then ever before and Dean was feeling an even stronger need to protect his brother. He had managed to reassure Sam that no matter what, they were still brothers. That seemed to bring some comfort to Sam. They decided to clean up and then contact John. Sam managed a small smile when Dean told him all the tasks he'd given John to keep him occupied.
"You did that for me?" Sam asked, moving closer and placing a palm on Dean's cheek.
"Sammy, when I left you to meet him...I was prepared to...," Dean tried to look away but Sam held his face in place.
"I'm sorry Dean. I'm sorry I doubted you."
Sam undressed Dean and then himself and led him to the shower. He reverently touched each place where bruises tarnished his brother's skin. Leaning Dean against the shower wall, he turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was warm. Taking a cloth in hand, he dabbed at the black and blue marks, leaning down to kiss each one gently. Dean closed his eyes, wincing slightly as his brother's hands tried to be as gentle as possible with him. Sam was kneeling now, kissing the bruises on Dean's inner thighs. The warm water beating on his skin coupled with the warm kisses Sam was raining over his body helped melt away the tension and the stress of the day. Dean felt Sam's fingertips digging into his hips suddenly. It caused him to open his eyes. Sam was breathing harshly and holding on to Dean for dear life. Dean looked down at him and watched in amazement as puppy dog eyes filled with innocence changed to smoldering eyes dark with lust. That's when Dean realized what was happening.
Before his eyes, Sam was changing again. Dean watched in fascination as the wings sprouted and Sam's features changed slightly. His high cheekbones became more pronounced. His hair seemed to get a bit longer, his thin lips slightly fuller. When the transformation was over, Sam stood, towering over Dean and caressed his cheek.
"Sammy?" Dean asked. He'd be lying if he said the change hadn't frightened him.
"Seed me now and our union will be complete."
Dean wasn't sure what that meant exactly but he had a good idea. He switched places with Sam, turning the taller man to face the wall. He ran his hands along the feathery appendages and felt Sam shiver at his touch.
"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked, even though he was pretty sure he couldn't stop if Sam actually said no."
Sam just let out a feral growl and Dean pressed forward against the silky feathers. He felt the wings spread apart and allow him access to Sam's body. Dean was unsure of what to do with his hands. He snaked a hand under the wings until it made contact with Sam's waist. With his other hand he lined up his cock to Sam's opening and prepared to enter his brother for the first time.