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Carry On My Wayward Son	By : Danyealle Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male > Dean/Sam Views: 6695 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, people with a lot more talent than I do have that honor. Nor do I make any kind of money off this story. I’m just playin’ with the boys. I promise to put ‘em back when I’m finished with them.

Chapter List
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Chapter 14

Tags: Attempted noncon

The jig is up, the news is out

They finally found me

The renegade who had it made

Retrieved for a bounty

Never more to go astray

Renegade

-Styx

Sitting in a small but homey diner in the one-horse Montana town, Dean was on full alert, eyes darting this way and that to ensure that no big, bad nasty was around to screw things up for him. So far everything seemed good and nothing appeared to be around to mess up some carefully laid plans. But, with the way the Winchester luck ran, he was certain there was something, somewhere, lurking off in the shadows that was determined to put a kink in those plans. That just meant that he had to make sure that nothing did, keeping on his toes more than he normally did.

Scanning the diner once more as he took a sip of his coffee, Dean's foot tapped on the floor in agitation. Sure, he was used to the whole hurry up and wait bit, that came with the damn job so many times but this was different, very different. He was waiting for something that he longed for more than he would ever admit. He and Sam were meeting up for the first time in months. Sure, a large chunk of the anticipation came from just seeing his brother again after being apart for so many months but, being honest with himself, the biggest came from all the sexual things they had talked about wanting to do when they hooked up once more. That was so powerful that he had to keep reaching down and adjusting himself since he had been half hard since he had pulled into the town.

It was a couple weeks removed from the time that they had finally gone there the first time. Though there was a little fallout and guilt over it, from both ends, they had continued on, doing something over the cam each night before they fell asleep. After a week of that, he had started pushing to meet. No, he knew it couldn't be a permanent thing, there was too much going on to allow that, but he wanted to see Sammy and do all they had talked about in person. So, he had pushed hard for it and, much to his surprise, Sam had agreed easier than he had thought. The plan was to spend a short weekend together then for him to go back out on the road and Sam to head back to where his home was, wherever that might be. But his younger brother had said that this was probably the first step to getting back together on a more permanent basis. That he liked! There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel that he could see and he was going to make a mad dash for it!

Glancing out the big plate glass windows towards the hotel just across the lot, his eyes lit on his baby that was park outside the room he had already rented. It was starting to snow and she already had a good dusting of it on her. Eyes shifting, he glanced at the door to his room, feeling himself stiffen up more at the thought that soon he and Sam would be in there together, alone, and that they would be going there. And he was looking forward to it more than he would care to admit to himself!

Forcing himself to focus on something else since the waiting was almost killing him, he gave another glance around the diner then stared into his coffee cup, a frown coming to his face. The first place his mind played to was Cas.

The night before, the angel had once more shown up in his room. He was just thankful that it had happened before he had settled in for the evening and put in the nightly 'call' to Sammy. The gist of the conversation had come down to the angel wanting him back on board and doing what they wanted. In fact, Cas had seemed troubled by the fact that he wasn't doing that. Again, he had stated that he wanted to know just what the hell was going on and to be kept in the loop so he didn't feel like he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. His refusal seemed to actually worry Cas, making him frown. Well, shit, he didn't care about that! They wanted his help, they were going to cough up information, dammit! After that he made the same statement he had before; that Cas shouldn't come back until they were willing to do things his way, end of story. Though the angel had said he would pass it along, before he left he leveled what could only be deemed a threat. What he said was his boss wanted him back on board and would do anything to get him there as well as ensure that Sam was back where he was needed then vanished. For Dean, that left him with a foreboding feeling, one he didn't like at all. When he gave a rundown of it to Sammy, his brother had seemed just as concerned as he was. It also firmed up the feeling that Sam needed to stay right where he was for now and that they needed to know more of what was going on than they did before Sam came back into the game on a full time basis. Though Sam said he had suspicions, he wasn't giving them up as he had no real proof. After the night before, Dean decided he wanted to hear them to see if they didn't make sense. Something big, well bigger than the whole Armageddon thing, was going on and he wanted to know what it was, dammit!

Pulled out of his thoughts by the waitress pouring him more coffee, he gave her his usual winning grin but didn't flirt like normal. Instead, he glanced down at his watch then out the window. It was about the time Sam said he would get there. Already there was a butterfly swarm loose in his stomach and he was nervous about it. He couldn't understand why, after all this was just his brother, but he had to work with it. “Come on, Sam, hurry up!” He muttered softly to himself, eyes glued to the snowy scene outside the window.

Pacing back and forth outside, Ruby, in a new meatsuit that Dean wouldn't recognize, wasn't a happy demon. Not only was she bored to tears following Dean around but she was cold dammit! That was the downside to using a meatsuit, you felt the cold. Why the hell Dean was in the asshole of Montana in the middle of winter was beyond her but she was suffering. Even the thick winter coat wasn't keeping the cold out as the wind blew the snow around. She hated this! But she knew, eventually, Dean would lead her to Sam so she had stuck to him like stink on shit since the younger Winchester had pulled the vanishing act.

Sighing, she shook her head, once more trying to figure out what had gone wrong with Sam. From what she could tell it had all been going good. He was being led around on the leash she held, doing what she wanted, though it took some persuasion for some of it, with all going according to Asmodeus' plan. He had, of course, been right that Sam had enough demon blood in him to want revenge for Dean above and beyond everything else. That and he was a typical male that would want to get laid if she wore a pretty enough meatsuit. Hell, she had been pleased at the rate he was jumping into the deep end and actually had to throttle things back enough that the angels and Lilith could get the seals broken before he was apt to take out the last one. She hadn't even had to do the binding she had talked about with Asmodeus, something that pleased both of them. They wanted a willing Sam to do this, thinking he was doing the right thing, not a puppet they controlled, though that would make things easier when Lucifer came back. But, no, he had to go screw it all up and run like a scared rabbit! For the life of her she couldn't figure out what set him off either. The thinking of her and Asmodeus was that a large chunk of it had to do with the deteriorating relationship with Dean but she was certain part was her as well. That just meant that they were going for plan B was all.

Sighing, she rubbed her chilled arms, a scowl on the beautiful face of the bimbo model that she was occupying. It's not that she MINDED binding Sam to her, no that wasn't a problem. Hell, she could have a great deal of fun with the younger Winchester before turning him over to Lucifer, it just meant a lot more work on her end was all. But it looked like that was the route she was going to have to go to accomplish it was all. If not, Asmodeus would do it. Though she didn't feel much for anyone about anything, she had enough of her humanity left to not want to turn anyone over to that cruel bastard. So, it was on her. The only issue was finding Sam now. She was ready to go after that. She just had to override what Azazel did then do her own binding and he was hers!

Pacing back and forth, she tried to keep an eye on both where Dean was and the Impala. She wasn't sure why he was here, there was no hunt involved that she could determine so it was strange. That might mean it had something to do with Sam. With whatever Sam had done to hide himself, even spells older than her couldn't find him because of it, she was having to rely on Dean to lead her to him and she was hoping this foray would do that. But, so far, no sign of the younger one. She hoped this wasn't just another wild Dean thing that lead nowhere but it was looking that way.

Pacing around, trying to keep out of sight and warm at the same time, she was about to call it then find somewhere to warm up when something odd caught her attention. Not sure what it was, she scanned around a little to see if she couldn't pinpoint what had tweaked her. But, at first glance, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then she noticed something quite odd. Though she saw nothing that was remotely a body the falling snow seemed to be collecting on an invisible pair of very broad shoulders. Okay, that was strange. Deciding it might be worth investigating, she tailed along. In the end, it led her to the same diner Dean was in. Not wanting to be noticed, she tucked her hood up over her head and slipped in, finding a booth close to where the older Winchester was and seating herself. Ordering a cup of coffee, she listened intently and realized she had hit the jackpot. It was, indeed, Sam! That meant she had some planning to do quickly so that he didn't slip out of her fingers once more.

Downing the hot liquid, she paid then hurried out to find a different body to possess. She had to get the next step in the binding done quickly and she couldn't manage it in a weak meatsuit like this one. No, she needed something big and powerful. Since she knew that Sam liked men just fine she was going to find the biggest and strongest around for this part of the thing. Though she wouldn't be able to complete the ritual, it would do enough that she would be able to find him, not matter what he did to conceal himself, so she could finish it up.

Heart hammering in his chest as he got off the bus, Sam wanted to rush to the meeting point but didn't. He was, as Bobby reminded him not a couple hours before, in a great deal of danger doing this so he had to keep on his toes at all times as both factions of the pissing contest might be hanging around. He was concealed the best he could get with the symbols from the medicine man but both heaven and hell had their ways and might detect him so he had to keep alert.

Shouldering his backpack, he glanced around, keeping an eye out then trudged through the falling snow towards the diner that was where he was supposed to meet Dean. Though trying to keep an eye out and stay safe, once the diner was in sight, he could see Dean sitting there, waiting for him, then that was about all he could focus on. Sure, he tried to keep an eye out but he hurried towards the eatery. His heart was hammering in his chest in a way it hadn't in a long time. He was, he could admit to himself, looking more forward to this than he had anything in a long time. Sure, a lot was just seeing Dean again but the sex part was there as well and a bigger part than he cared to admit to himself. There was also the fact that part of the agenda was to be to try to talk his brother into coming home with him and staying the hell put. That's what Bobby wanted him to do and it was a damned good plan. He just had to figure out how to go about it was all.

Shivering slightly from a frigid blast of arctic air that made the falling snow swirl around him, he hurried to the front door then stepped inside, welcoming the warm blast from inside. Quickly pulling the door shut behind him, he moved to where Dean was seated, sliding into the booth opposite him. Sliding out of his coat, he nodded to the waitress that brought over some coffee, turning over the cup so she could fill it. After taking a drink, feeling the heat from it infuse his system, starting to warm him, he finally allowed himself to look at Dean. Just the first glance made him almost instantly, half hard. Seeing that cocky grin Dean always seemed to be sporting when he was in a good mood, he grinned back then said, “Hey, Dean.”

“About time you got your ass here, bitch,” Dean told him, grinning bigger.

“Jerk,” Sam replied automatically but his grin also grew. After taking another drink of the coffee, he leaned back and looked at his brother, not sure what to say to him after all this time.

Dean, too, was at a loss as to how to go about it. But what he did know was he didn't want to be having whatever the conversation might entail out in the open where anyone could hear it either. Whatever was going to come, he wanted to do it alone in the room he had rented. That and see where it led from there. Because, honestly, his first thought was to jump his baby brother's bones and move from there. Talking could come later.

Leaning back in the booth, Dean let one arm drape, casually, over the back of the booth, still looking at Sam before he cleared his throat then said, “Everything go alright getting here? No problems? You weren't followed or anything?”

After taking another drink of coffee, Sam nodded, relaxing back the best he could then replied, “It went fine, no problems I could detect anyway.”

“You sure you weren't followed?”

Grinning, Sam shook his head, “No, I wasn't. They would have had to find me first to follow me. That was something that didn't happen. All is good, Dean, trust me.”

“Hey, just making sure, Sammy. Gotta keep my pain in the ass little brother safe,” the older Winchester joked. Sobering up slightly, he then lowered his voice and said, “Look, if you aren’t starving or something, let's go to the room so we can talk. I already rented one just across the way. I'd rather do this in private if you don't mind.”

“Understood,” Sam replied with a nod. “Actually, Dean, I'm starving. I haven’t had anything to eat since I left this morning but I think I can compromise. Why don't you order something to go and I'll meet you there. We can sit in the room, eat and talk. That work for you?”

Nodding, Dean fought not to grin from ear to ear. “Can do, Sammy! You want your usual rabbit food?”

Grinning back, Sam nodded, “I'll leave the greasy heart attacks to you. Toss me the keys and I'll head over there.” Dropping his voice, he said, “I'd rather not be out in the open any more than I have to be, alright?”

Sobering up, Dean nodded then fished around in his pocket for the key. Pulling it out, he tossed it over to Sammy and said, “Get a move on and get over there. Make sure you lay down protection when you get there.”

Nodding, Sam slid out of the booth and stood up, shouldering his backpack. Holding the key, he just stood there and stared at Dean, wanting to say more but not knowing what it was. Instead, he just gave Dean a lopsided grin then headed out, heart hammering once more at the thought of what probably would come later. Shivering slightly at that thought, he turned and left the diner, wanting to hurry. Plus, he remembered he needed to call Bobby to tell the old hunter everything was fine.

Dropping some money on the table for a tip, Dean walked over to the cash register to put in their order but spent more time watching Sam walk away than paying attention to what he was being asked. Because he had ordered meals like this enough in the past, he was able to rattle off what he wanted quickly without making it look as though he weren't paying attention. But he did manage to pull his gaze away from his brother's ass as he walked enough so that it didn't look to suspicious to anyone that might be paying attention.

Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the waitress taking his order and not the thoughts of what he planned to do with his brother before the weekend was up. Turning up the wattage on the smile, he focused fully on the young woman taking his order, trying to push aside the thoughts that were racing around in his head. It wouldn't do to think those out in the open. He was already plenty stiff and anymore blood rushing in that direction and it would be impossible to hide the erection. Oh hell no, he didn't want that to happen. If he walked in the room sporting wood, Sam would rib him about it for years to come!

Clearing his throat, he gave the young woman another rundown of what he wanted then paid for it and waited for the food, wishing the cook would hurry up with it.

Shifting his backpack around to a more comfortable position, Sam was focused on the hotel that was a bit blurry in the snow that was falling heavier. Though he was taking glances here and there to ensure he wasn't being tailed, for the most part he was more focused on his thoughts than anything else. Many of those were, of course, sexual, dealing with what he wanted to do with Dean. There was also the 'business' end of things that was to come. That was going to be tough as he wasn't sure of Dean's stance on being taken out of the game. From what he knew, his brother was all for sticking it out to the end and righting what he had set in motion. Sam wasn't sure how he would react to stepping back and let things run until they could find a solution to it. That might take quite a bit of persuasion on his end. Hell, he might even have to get Bobby to drop himself into the argument.

'Speaking' of Bobby... Sam quickly retrieved his cell and pulled it out. Trudging forward, he was scrolling through the numbers to find Bobby's when something hit him from behind then drove him into the tailgate of a massive pickup.

The phone dropped as he struggled against who, or what, had hold of him. Grunting, he tried to muscle his way loose but the grip on him was too strong to break free. Turning his head, he tried to catch a glimpse of whatever it was to give himself some kind of knowledge that might help him but couldn't crane around enough to see anything. So, instead, he looked down. What he saw were two muscular, massive arms that were locked around his waist, trying to keep his arms still. That told him he was dealing with a male human, at least the body of one. If it wasn't a routine mugging, something he was fairly certain it wasn't, not with the way his luck ran, he was sure something was possessing him. His first thought there was the obvious one; demon. That he thought he could work with.

Struggling against the iron grip that still held him, Sam quickly ran the standard exorcism he memorized long ago through his head then, trying to pull away, started to recite it. But he didn't get very far.

Almost instantly a hand was clamped over his mouth then he was shoved so hard into the tailgate that the wind was knocked out of him. Then his arms were pinned behind his back and the weight of the being holding him pressed against them. That meant that he wasn't going to get loose easily. Mind working over how to escape, he tried to keep the rising panic down but it was a fight and a half.

Ruby, making sure Sam was pinned but good by the bulk of the disgusting man she was possessing, ensured that she kept her hand over his mouth and his hands pinned so he couldn't get anything out of his pockets. She had been around him enough to know that he always had something on his person that could ward off a demon. Nope, he wasn't going to get that chance this time. She had a plan that needed to be fulfilled and fully intended to do it.

Shoving the bulk of the body she was in against him as hard as she could, she chuckled evilly then said, voice taunting, “But, Sam, I missed you! Don't tell me that you forgot me already! I mean, we shared so much, like my blood...” That's where she let it trail off, fumbling around with his belt and zipper, trying to get his pants down. She knew she didn't have much time before Dean came out to do this so she planned on getting it over with as fast as she could. Sam wasn't going to like it much and it wasn't going to feel the best but that wasn't her concern at this point.

Struggling as he felt his pants being undone, Sam was trying not to hyperventilate from panic. Oh yes, he knew who this was now. Damn Ruby! And he was well and truly fucked because, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get lose to do anything! His best hope at this point was Dean. And he hoped like hell his brother came by before she managed to accomplish whatever it was she was trying. All he knew was that it was certain to be something he wouldn't like.

Trying to fight off the out and out blind panic that was threatening to overtake him, his mind screamed for Dean to hurry the hell up before it was too late!
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