Lost Time Ch. 6

[dime_liora]

Title: Lost Time Chapter 6/27
Wordcount: 5,304
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Dean/Sam
Warning(s): Violence, Sex, Expletives, Mentions of an Abusive Relationship
Notes: Still very AU. If you like this, thank sammichgirl, who told me it was time to make it public. :) If you don't it's totally not her fault.
Summary: Sam Burton has an average life, a foul-mouthed sister, and a dream of putting his past behind him. All of that changes when Dean Winchester comes to stay.

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They don’t get a chance to discuss it in the morning. When Sam wakes up she’s gone to get a rental with Bobby. He reads her note and then covers his face and focuses on taking deep breaths. In the light of morning there is no question that Sam has made an ass of himself. Dean probably misread the situation, some kid fucking around instead of a malevolent force, and Sam lost his shit right in front of the guy. He limps out into the kitchen and finds Dean sitting at the table with an empty bowl next to him and Sam’s cereal already poured. Dean silently adds milk and pushes it towards Sam before getting up and pouring him coffee.


“I also make perfect cereal. Sit down. I’m going to wrap your knee and you’re gonna use the crutches today.”


Sam peers at the bowl instead of staring at Dean. He has to eat it or he’ll look like a bigger child than he already does. He takes a seat and begins to eat, surprised when Dean takes his ankle and pulls Sam’s foot into his lap. He wants to jerk his leg back but that’ll hurt and only make things worse so he holds perfectly still, spoon clutched tightly, while Dean pushes up his sweat pants and makes a sympathetic noise at the sight of his black and blue knee.


Sam finally speaks while Dean’s strong hands are wrapping the Ace bandage in circles around his joint to give it stability. “I’m sorry I went off on you. It wasn’t fair and-”


Dean’s hands jerk once and then go back to their work. “It was fine. How are you feeling this morning?”


When Dean finished his work he lowered Sam’s pant leg and then stood carefully before lowering Sam’s leg into the chair he’d been occupying. He went to the fridge and came back with an ice pack. After he’d placed it Dean took the chair at the end of the table and studied Sam.


“I’m fine. Embarrassed. Probably have some explaining to do.” Sam looked down at the bowl to escape the weight of the green eyes.


“Then explain. I’m a good listener.” He heard Dean shift in his chair and Sam took several deep breaths.


“I was in the foster care system for a while. When I was fifteen I met this guy that…I started to go with him. Eventually he offered for me to move in, to save me from the current home, and I took the offer. It didn’t take long to realize I’d shacked up with a monster, but it took longer to realize I was becoming one too. It went on for a little over a year and then I reached my limit. Ope pulled me out of there but…”


Sam clenched the spoon harder and then realized it was bending in his big fist. He stared at it hopelessly for a minute before dropping it on the table and looking up in the vicinity of Dean’s face. “I don’t deserve to be here. I don’t deserve her. You ever done something so awful you know you can’t be forgiven Dean? That it taints your blood? Your soul?”


Dean was silent for a long moment and Sam almost got up and left before he finally responded. “Yeah. I know that feeling, but Sam there’s nothing you coulda done that-“


“I did. I can’t explain it to you but I did.” Sam thought of those long ago days and Brady’s encouraging voice, his harsh hands, the constant mixture of self-loathing and reassurance. “My mistakes are endless.”


He covered his face with his hands and tried to hold back tears. He didn’t want to cry in front of Dean, didn’t want to cry at all, and he almost prayed that Ophelia would come back and take him out of the room before he could make it all worse.


Strong fingers gripped his and pulled his hands away. He looked up at fierce green eyes. “I know you don’t trust me Sam, and that’s probably good instinct on your part, but believe me when I say nothing you’ve done could be that bad. That girl dotes on you for a reason. You gotta let this one go. You made mistakes, everybody makes mistakes, but that doesn’t mean the rest of your life is spent paying for them.”


Sam stared at him for a long time, his hands captured in Dean’s smaller and tougher ones, his eyes locked on Dean’s green ones, and the tension ratcheted up until Sam didn’t think he could take it. Dean leaned in, considered, and then brushed his lips once against Sam’s in a chaste echo of a kiss.


Dean moved away from him and Sam heard car doors slamming outside. Bobby came in a moment later with an amused expression. “Ophelia had to leave. Emergency at the shop. She said if you wanted to go to class today I should take you.”


Sam nodded once and leveraged himself out of the chair before limping back to his room. He stopped inside the door and touched his lower lip for half a second before taking a deep breath. He could do this. He could.




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Dean watched them drive off and then headed outside to the wood pile. Bobby had mentioned that he was going to chop wood today before he left, but Dean needed physical activity to distract himself. He stripped to the waist in anticipation of the heat the activity would bring up and then lined up the first log.


Sam was killing him here. Dean couldn’t get his head wrapped around it honestly. One moment he was furious with the guy, that piece of ass comment last night had struck a little too close to home, and the next moment he wanted to grab Sam up and hold him. Shit, Dean was starting to think like some chick flick movie character. Then this morning, the big shoulders slumped inwards like Sam was trying to disappear into himself. It was amazing that a guy so large could look so damn small.

Added to all of it was the revelation from last night. The realization that Dean had been led here to fall for Sam, or become his friend, or whatever just so that he'd stick around. Take on the responsibilities she'd been shouldering. A part of him wanted to say that if he'd just been asked he would have done it. He was a hunter, and helping people was his job. It wasn't true though. It wasn't the kind of thing he usually did. Sure if they got a call from Caleb or Pastor Jim they dropped everything and moved out, but those were old family friends. People who had earned that sort of V.I.P status. It didn't rankle any less that he'd been tricked and trapped, but now…


Now Dean had kissed him, an act he couldn’t fully comprehend right now, and there was Sam staring up at him with these hopeful hazel eyes and Dean couldn’t-


He missed a log and the shock of the axe hitting the chopping block rang through Dean’s arms and had him dropping the handle and cursing lowly. He heard a car headed up the drive and turned to see the Jeep crawling along the path behind him. He waved once half-heartedly and Ophelia waved back. She parked and then walked back to him. “Dean. It’s cold out here and you’re sweating. Get inside and wash up.”


“You tell him the truth?” Last night he’d been angry with her. This morning he was a bit more sympathetic. She wasn't wrong. Sam needed somebody to make sure he would be ok. Still, she and Bobby could have gone about it a better way.


“No. I will tonight. Look, Dean, I owe you an apology. I flipped my shit last night, and you have every right to be angry. I tricked you, and that was a shitty thing to do. I just-ah fuck man it's just-” She looked away and fumbled in the pocket of her jacket for her cigarettes. "That guy last night? That's what it's like. It was obvious he was just some closeted jerk, but I let it go because Sam was interested. Then he pulled that bullshit and all I had left was clean-up. That's what it's like man. Clean-up. Sam's been taught he's so worthless he'll take whatever he can get and be thankful, but he deserves so much fucking more. I'm not asking you to move in and wear an apron or anything. Just-I need to know there are people who know him. Who'll know he's worth more and push him to take it. Swoop in if he needs it. I had no fucking right to trick you, but I just-"

"Stop. It's ok. I'm kind of-" Dean stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. "You and Bobby are right. He needs somebody. I'm not opposed to being that somebody."

He didn't miss the grateful look, or the quickly suppressed hope. “How’d he look this morning?”


“I kissed him. That was-yeah look I shouldn't have suggested you were whoring him out. That was way out of line.” It was out before Dean could stop it, lingering in the air between them as her face remained placid and she lit her cigarette.


“Yeah. It was. How was it?”


“Chaste. Dry. What the fuck am I doing?” He thought of Sam’s lips and rubbed tiredly at his jaw.


“Coming inside and taking a shower hopefully. You smell fucking rank.” She gave him a half-smile and then walked away. She sent one last shot over her shoulder. "But look at you. Chopping wood without tiring. You're getting better already."


Dean followed her inside, showered, changed, and then met her in the living room. “What was the emergency?”


“Someone broke into the shop and rifled through our fucking files. Looking for who knows what.” She leaned back in the armchair and stretched. “Fucker didn't even take any money. Do you want to kiss him again?”


Dean snorted and sat down on the couch before considering his boots. “He told me last night he didn’t trust me. That I was just ‘a hot piece of ass’.” It came out more bitter than he wanted it to.


“Is that all you are?” Dean glanced up once to see her face and when he didn’t spy pity he let out a deep breath and considered the question.


“Probably yes.”


“Well then that’s good. I can stop liking you as a human being. What a relief.” Her voice was dry but her lips curled up in a smile. “Look man I really am sorry. I'm just fucking desperate. Really desperate.”


“I get that.” Dean thought of Sam's face again and then shoved it away to focus on her. "How long do you really have?"


“That remains to be seen.” She stood abruptly and headed for the bedrooms. “I have to get my shit ready. That client is coming tonight after I drop something off for Sam. Dean?”


It was said over her shoulder and he didn’t bother to look up when he responded. “Yeah?”


“I don’t know what your deal is and I don’t care. When you decide you’re worth it you should go after it. Got me? Forget me and forget Bobby and just do what's right for you.”


“Yeah.”




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Sam got home to find Ope sitting at the kitchen table laughing with Dean. She looked up when he came in and then lifted herself from the table and wrapped her arms around him. He leaned one crutch against the wall so he could use the arm to hold her. They stayed like that for a long moment before she pulled back and looked up at him.


“Hey Sam, what’s for dinner?” He laughed and stepped away.


“Leftovers. I have a paper to work on.” She frowned and considered him.


“Disappointing. Oh well.” He watched her walk away with a slight skip in her step and almost laughed again. His eyes moved across the kitchen and landed on Dean, saw the way Dean was considering him, and crutched his way after her.


She was in his room sorting through her bag to pull out the books she wouldn’t need.


“How late do you have to work tonight?” He collapsed into his desk chair and watched her consider a thick book before dropping it back into the bag.


“I shouldn’t be home much later than ten. So Dean-" She cut off when the computer speakers started to go off. He'd had her and Bobby bring his personal system up so he could finish the program. Apparently it had hit its destination. She raised an eyebrow and Sam engaged the call.

Loki's bright amber eyes lit up the screen. "Hamlet! How goes-oh my. What light through yonder monitor breaks." He waggled eyebrows and Sam didn't miss the smirk on Ope's face that turned to disapproval.

"I know I'm not a genius like you two, but I'm pretty sure that's the wrong goddamn play." She bent over the edge of the desk and caught Loki's eyes. "What bullshit are you trying to talk my brother into now?"

Sam watched Loki's eyes dip down to her cleavage, and how she didn't move to get it out of his viewpoint. "Well I was-Opey you have to tell me. Are they pierced? Inquiring minds you know."

She huffed out a breath and gave him the finger before standing up. "You kids play nice. My ass is supposed to be at work."

"I've got some work your ass can do." Sam heard her laughing all the way down the hall before he turned back to the screen. Loki raised an eyebrow. "You look like shit kiddo. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." He considered that. Other than Ophelia Loki was the only friend he really had. Bobby and Jeff didn't count. "Maybe. We have a house guest."

Loki's other eyebrow joined the first. "Oh really? Do tell." He produced one of his trademark candy bars and leaned back in his chair.

"This guy. Dean. He's a friend of an old family friend. Supposed to be staying for a while." Something flickered over Loki's eyes and then was gone just as quickly. Whatever it was Sam filed it away for consideration later. "I dunno. I'm just adjusting."

Loki knew very little about Sam. He'd made sure of it. Still, the guy knew he had issues with real people, and that he and Ophelia stayed off the radar.

"You worried he's trouble, or worried he's trouble?" The eyebrows waggled and Sam choked for a second as he considered the question. A flash of the wanted poster came along with the image of Dean's lips.

"Both. Is that bad?"

Loki's smirk was wickedness incarnate. "I don't think a thing is worth it unless it's a little bit of trouble Hammy. Still, if you're concerned I can run a search or two. This guy got a second name?"

"Winchester. But don't bother ok? It's fine. He's fine. Any more work you need done?"

Loki's eyes flitted once to something above his camera and then settled back on Sam's face. "Not at the moment, but let's talk about WoW for a second-"



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When Sam got back out into the kitchen Dean looked up from the book he was reading and put his spoon down. Sam sat across from him quietly.


“Hey Sam you want me to heat you something for dinner?” Dean grinned. “I can reheat with the best of them.”


Sam shook his head and leaned back in his chair pushing his bangs out of his face. Dean stood and studied him for a minute. “All the same, I’m gonna heat you a bowl of soup and one of those burgers from yesterday. You need to eat more. Fill out those huge bones.” He heard Dean sorting through stuff in the fridge, programming the microwave, plating, and then a bowl of soup and a hamburger were dropped in front of him.


Sam nodded his thanks and then started on the soup. He was alone in the house with Dean. He stirred the soup once and kept his eyes downward.


“Wanna watch a movie Sam?” Dean’s voice was full of forced levity and Sam nodded and dropped the spoon in the bowl pushing himself upwards. In a flash a strong hand was gripping his shoulder and holding him down. “Finish your dinner first. Ok?”


Sam wanted to push him away and lean into the touch all at the same time. He finished the soup and ate half the burger before getting up and watching Dean grab the dishes and dump them in the sink. Sam took a spot on the couch and was surprised when Dean sat at the other end. “What yah wanna watch Sam?”


Sam shrugged once and looked at the wall. There was silence for another few seconds and then Dean’s voice came out silky and low. “Would you prefer we just made out for a while?”


He jerked hard and his eyes flew upwards to see Dean’s easy and teasing grin. “Calm down Stretch I’m just playing. Pick a movie.”


Sam thought about it for a minute and then grabbed his crutches and made his way over to the DVD library. He sorted through Ophelia’s OCD system and found the one he wanted before sliding it into the player. He dropped back onto the couch and watched as the previews loaded up.


They watched the movie in silence, several feet separating them, and Sam relaxed about halfway through. He’d chosen a comedy, something light and lacking romance, in the interest of avoiding any more emotional drain. Dean’s laugh was distracting and pleasing at the same time, and Sam enjoyed it fully as the movie played out in front of them. When it was over he used his crutches to angle himself upwards and was surprised when Dean grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.


The green eyes were too intense, and yet Sam couldn’t look away. He felt like a mouse staring up at a cobra, and he held perfectly still when Dean leaned in and rubbed a thumb over Sam’s jaw. They stayed silent the whole time. Sam let him touch for several long seconds before he turned his face and captured the thumb in his mouth, listening to Dean’s gasp of surprise before he gave one long suck and released the digit.


He wasn’t surprised this time when Dean leaned in, one strong rough hand holding his jaw, and slanted his lips over Sam’s again. That mouth. Jesus, that mouth was incredible and Sam let it move over his for a long time before he opened his lips and let Dean in.


The older man deepened the kiss and his fingers tangled in Sam’s hair as he moved closer on the couch. Sam realized the little noises he could hear were his own, and that Dean was making similar sounds in response. He moved his own hands to Dean’s forearms, corded and tight, and then slid them upwards to grip rock hard biceps and held on.


When he felt dizzy and overwhelmed Sam pushed lightly and Dean immediately pulled back. Pink lips swollen and full Dean shook his head and spoke in a low growl. “What the fuck are we doing here Sam?”


Sam shook his head and licked his own lips as he watched Dean’s pupils dilate further at the motion. “I think we’re kissing. That would seem like the simple answer.”


Dean nodded and then grabbed Sam’s arm. “I gotta tell you something Sammy.”


Sam winced internally at the nickname, no one but Ophelia ever used it, and then let it go. If Dean wanted to use Sammy he’d let him. “You married? Involved elsewhere?” Sam hoped Dean would say no and was pleased when the man shook his head.


“This won’t be an easy road Sam. ‘M complicated and dangerous and I can’t make you promises. When the time comes I’m gonna have to leave.” Dean’s fingers squeezed his bicep while his other hand traveled up and touched Sam’s lips. “I’d like it if I could come back though.”


Sam considered his options. Could he do that? Could he get emotionally involved and then watch Dean leave? Just hang around and wait for when he’d get a chance with this man? Hope that "I'm dangerous" wouldn't translate into fists and teeth?


Dean tilted his head once, a hopeless look crossing his face as he started to pull his hands away and Sam grabbed them before they could leave him entirely. His voice was too rough, too low to be mistaken for anything other than pure want. “Of course you can come back. Anytime.”

Dean studied him for a long tense moment, released him and leaned in to press another one of those chaste dry kisses on his jaw. When he stood he held a hand out to Sam and Sam took it.

“You need to go to bed. So do I.” Sam tried not to, he really did, but the shaking started up instantly at Dean’s tone. He watched realization cross Dean’s face, and then regretful amusement. “No man, not like that. Not yet. Separate beds.”


Sam nodded once, grateful and disappointed at the same time, and then headed for his own room. He sat on the bed for a long time simply staring out the window at the night sky and considering what had just happened.





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Dean was half reading the history of demons that Ophelia had suggested to him and half thinking about what had happened on the couch when the screaming started. The word no over and over again in Sam’s voice, agonized and horrified, and Dean dropped the book and launched himself off the bed so fast he almost missed the doorknob in his urgency.


He spun himself towards Sam’s door and threw it open to find Sam curled up on the floor, hands gripping his head and face white as a sheet while he screamed out that one word.


Dean dropped to his knees, grabbed Sam’s shoulders and shook him until Sam’s eyes finally opened, tears streaming down his face as he reached for Dean. The kid’s voice was fragile and husky when it came out. “Find-gotta find-“ he tried to push away from Dean, and it didn’t take a genius to remember what came next. Dean grabbed the wastebasket beside Sam’s desk and held the younger man’s hair as Sam threw up everything he’d eaten violently. When the heaving finally finished Dean left Sam just long enough to get a cold cloth and a glass of water from the bathroom.


He made Sam drink, wiped at the kid’s face, and then pulled Sam in tightly and held the shaking body. Sam felt ice cold, almost painful to touch, and Dean rubbed at his arms to try to promote some warmth as he listened to harsh breathing and low moans.


Finally Sam took a deep breath and spoke again, voice just as bad as it had been before he threw up. “Where’s Ophelia?”


Dean glanced at the doorway and then looked back at Sam. He didn’t have time to be bothered that Sam needed someone else to comfort him. All progress towards calming Sam down would be lost if he couldn’t nip Sam’s concern in the bud right now. “She’s still at the shop." Christo was that his voice? It sounded like he’d been gargling marbles.


Sam shook his head and flailed upwards on his desk 'til Dean got the hint and grabbed Sam’s phone. When the time display told them it was after eleven Sam let out a low keen and opened the phone to fumble with the buttons. Ophelia’s picture popped up on the screen, her hair a chestnut brown, as the phone dialed her. It rang for several minutes and then went to a brisk voicemail. Sam hung up and dialed again.


“Sam.” No response, the kid’s head was hung low as he watched the screen, hanging up and dialing again. “Sam. Hey Sam.” Finally panic-stricken eyes met his again. “She’s at the shop. It’s ok. She wouldn’t answer while she was working would she?”


Sam shook his head and then closed his eyes, despair in every line of his face, and didn’t that just fucking kill Dean a little. He gripped the kid tighter as Sam started to cry again. “She’s not working. He took her. I saw it. He took her.”


Sam began to shake and Dean looked around helplessly. It took too long to make a command decision, brain locked in a war with his gut. "Stay right here Sammy. Stay. I'll be right back."


“Ope-” It was a pained groan but Dean was already moving.


Dean slid his way into the bathroom and started rifling through the pill bottles, dropping four or five of them before his shaking hands found the one he knew was a sedative. Sam took them from Dean’s hand, swallowed more water, and continued to shake helplessly. His voice was broken and tortured. “We have to find her-he took-he took her and he-he choked her-“


“Sam.” Dean could hear the desperation in his voice and he took a deep breath before tilting Sam’s head up and parting the curtain of his hair. “Stop and breathe man. Breathe deep ok? Long and slow. You’re hyperventilating. It was a dream ok? You were having a bad dream and you’re awake now. She’s fine, just busy, and when she gets home she’s gonna be upset you got yourself all worked up.”


Sam shook his head and tried to get out of Dean’s grip, but he tightened it and held on so that Sam would continue to warm up in the circle of his arms. “Wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t asleep Dean. Call Tommy.”


Dean stroked his hair and waited for Sam’s muscles to relax, to stop trembling and release some of that awful tension so that Dean could get the kid in bed. “Ok Sam. Ok. You weren’t asleep. It was a waking nightmare. Whatever. It’s still all ok. Everybody’s fine.”


“Please,” broken, sad, starting to slur, “please listen to me. She’s in danger. We have to find her.”


Dean held him 'til he went slack, and then he lifted Sam up. It wasn’t easy, Sam wasn’t light by any means and if the kid ever bulked up Dean would have to really struggle. Dean moved through the doorway with his burden and out into the living room. He settled Sam onto the couch and sat down. He left again long enough to get the comforter from Sam's bed and cover him carefully.


He stroked the floppy and sweat-soaked hair out of Sam’s face before touching one of those sharp cheekbones again.


Dean really hoped Ophelia hurried the hell up.




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Sam woke up to a warm hand on his forehead and eyes so gummy and scratchy he could barely open them. Sunlight pierced his skull and he moaned lowly in pain before that hand blocked his eyes. Dean’s voice came gruff and tight. “What do you mean it’s been sitting there all night? That didn’t set off a goddamn alarm bell for you people?”


Ophelia. Sam remembered his nightmare with vivid clarity. Except it wasn’t a nightmare, and Sam had known that from the first time. Had known with the same bleak and hateful clarity he’d had in regards to Brady’s humanity. He pushed Dean’s hand away and sat up, the room spinning violently and Sam’s stomach flipping several times before he got it under control. When he met Dean’s eyes he saw the shadows there, the bags, and the way Dean's hand clutched the phone so tight his knuckles were white.


"Yeah. You're right. Ok. Thanks for nothing." The older man’s expression had closed off, green eyes studious and predatory.


There was a long silence and then Dean nodded once and cupped Sam's cheek gently. “Ok man, what did you dream?”


Sam couldn’t help the shock. “What?”


“You had a dream and you insisted it was real. I’m assuming that’s because they’ve been real before. Tell me every detail ok?” Dean’s voice was pleasant, soothing, but his face was all business.


“You think my dream was real?” It wasn’t that Sam didn’t, just that he couldn’t believe Dean did.


“Yeah. I’ve seen weirder.” Dean gave him a helpless half-grin, no smile in his eyes. “Just tell me every detail ok Sam?”


“Yeah. Ok.” Sam repeated the dream carefully, his fingers clenching hopelessly in between his thighs as he stared at the carpet. They needed to get it cleaned. When he was done Dean rubbed at his neck for a few moments before he stood, cracking his back and stretching his arms.


“Anything else? Little details Sam. Did you see his reflection? Did he shy away from the light? Anything at all?” Dean sounded desperate and Sam wanted to help him but this was getting stranger by the second.


“Shy away from the light? Why would he do that? What the hell is going on?” Sam stood and the room spun, his knee gave a warning creak, but he held upright and caught Dean’s eyes.


“It matters. I can’t explain right now why. Just anything you can think of.”


He had to look away, couldn’t focus on Dean’s eyes. He’d known this was going to happen. He’d seen her walking with the asshole the other day, had that flare of unease when she mentioned dropping off his books for him, and thinking of Dean distracted him. He hadn’t warned her, hadn’t tried to stop it, just gotten so wrapped up in his lust for this other man he’d let her walk into a trap. If she died…oh god if she died Sam didn’t think he’d be able to go on.


Something hit him. “He burned himself. On her neck.” Sam watched Dean’s eyes widen and his hands clench into tight fists. “He grabbed the back of her neck first and pulled his hand back, and then he grabbed her skull to pull her in.”


“What was she wearing?”


“A sweater, t-shirt, jeans. Sneakers.” Dean was shaking his head, his eyes intense and Sam had to pull away.


“On her neck Sam. What was she wearing?”


“A necklace I bought her. An antique key on a chain.” He watched Dean's face shut off completely, something dark burning low in those mossy green eyes.


“Was the chain silver Sam?” Sam nodded and Dean swore softly under his breath. “Do the people who handle security out there know you well? At least know that you and Ophelia are close?”


“Yeah.They've seen me ride in with her, and she's introduced me to them more than once. Everybody thinks we’re dating. It keeps outsiders away.” Dean’s eyes softened at that momentarily and then he nodded tightly and left long enough to retrieve Sam’s cell phone.

“Call the Tommy guy first, then building security and say she showed up. Tell them her car didn’t work, she got a ride with someone else, and that she’s sleeping at home today because she doesn’t feel well. You gotta be convincing Sam.”


Sam pulled his hand away from the phone and looked at Dean in disbelief. “She’s missing. You want me to make people stop searching for her while some guy has her somewhere?”


Dean looked up once and then caught Sam’s eyes. “Yeah I do. The guy that has her? They can’t handle him and they can’t find him. I can. It’s what I do.” He held the phone out again. “Make the calls Sam. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Comments

[sammichgirl]

SO much to say - and the story just gets better!

Firstly, they kissed! Really, really kissed! *twirls*

Ope is dying? *noooooooooooooooooooo* But I really like her! I mean, I see how that plays at least so far into the story, but it's gonna gut Sam. And he and Dean have so much more to work through still, Sam is so very unstable, he needs, well, I wanna hug him.

Ope's been taken! I KNEW IT, that guy was bad news. And he's a shifter? Silver...maybe a werwolf? Why her? Is it a trap for Dean...or for Sam?

Dean's curse...is Ope taking it into herself, since she's already dying? Or is that unrelated, and she's just helping cure him?

I get a bad feeling from Loki. I wanna like him and trust him, but he's asking leading questions and he's garnered a bit of trust from Sam, and I just don't know why he irks me.

I'll be offline mostly until after the new year, but will read and catch up if you post more. :)

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

I'm going to do another spoiler, because I'm evil like that and I'm taking a break from a board game that's kicking my ass. If you liked the kiss I have a scene for you in a few chapters that is going to be a killer. I think it's my favorite thing I've written so far. I'll tell you when it gets there. ;)

Ope's fate is...well let's say it's going to be as complicated as fate can get. Her being taken on the other hand is an issue that will unfold almost as slowly. I'll have some time to just dump chapters, but that'll be a bit. Which works with your schedule. :)

As for Dean's curse, I'm not sure if I should answer that. I think...I think that it'll be self-explanatory when Ope finally tells us what it is she has? I think it will.

You're gonna have to ride with Loki for a bit. He's going to be playing his cards close to the chest.

I hope you have a great holiday! If you'll excuse me I must now go back to screaming at Pandemic. They need their Medic, :D

[sammichgirl]

Evil tease, yes, exactly, but I love spoilers. (

*bounces, can't wait for the scene that's your favorite thing written so far*

Oh...I'm attached to Ope. You've written her that well. Do I need to prepare for heartbreak? As long as you put the boys together (I'm sure with angst, lol) I can get through it.

Hope your holiday was GREAT! I'm off tomorrow for my mini vacation...I hope I can sleep tonight.

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

I promise only that at the end of the day what I break I always fix. :) Plus, it's the dents that make it beautiful right?

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Ah! For planning such a long story, you really move it along fast--I like that! Lots of stuff revealed about Sam, I thought. I like that Dean's moved to take care of Sam almost against his wishes.

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

I honestly believe he's hard-wired to work that way. Anytime he doesn't I suspect possession or spell. Which is often not true, but I shout it at the tv anyway.