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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.

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Chapter 16

I rolled on as the sky grew dark

I put the pedal down to make some time

There's something good waitin' down this road

I'm pickin' up whatever's mine

-Runnin' Down a Dream

-Tom Petty

Squinting at the black strip of road he was driving on through the swirling snow, Dean concentrated on it the best he could. The snow had really picked up and had grown heavier as they moved further north so it was taking a little more to ensure that they stayed safe. Actually, he was pleased with their time. When they started, though snowing at a good clip, they had made great time as they pushed north. It wasn't until the last half an hour or so that they had to slow down as the white stuff increased with the wind picking up, blowing it all over, making it harder to see and navigate through, being wary of a slick road. Luckily, from what Sam said, they were not far out from where he was living. But, damn, couldn't his brother have picked a warmer place to live? If his calculations were right they were pretty damned close to the Canadian border in Montana. If he remembered right, there wasn't really a damn thing up here other than small towns and vast expenses of land that had nothing on it. Of course, if you were wanting to hide in a place most wouldn't look, this would be perfect. Hearing Sammy say his name, he glanced his way but then refocused on the road. “What's up, Sam?”

Clearing his throat, Sam said, “Up a couple miles, there's an exit to the right, take that. It'll lead us where we want to go. We're almost there. But, be careful. The roads probably aren't the best right now with the weather.”

Nodding, Dean made sure to keep his eyes peeled for the sign through the snow. When he saw it, his eyebrows raised at what it said but made the turn. Once he was, again, on a fairly straight stretch of road, he looked at Sam quizzically then asked, “Where are we going, Sammy? The sign says an Indian reservation is this way. Is there something else? Or you out in the middle of bum fuck Egypt here?”

“I'm on the reservation, Dean. Bobby set it up. That's how neither side is able to find me. The medicine man knows all about protection symbols and that, so he ensured that where I am is protected by them.”

Of all the things Dean had come up with that could have explained how Sam had hidden himself so well, Native American protection wasn't even something he had considered. He didn't think either faction had either. All they had been able to come up with was a hex bag done of something very old and powerful or Enochian sigils. But, damn, he was impressed. Nodding, he grinned then said, voice tinged with praise, “That was a damn good idea, Sammy!”

Shrugging, Sam grinned sheepishly then mumbled, “Tell Bobby, it was his idea.”

Nodding, Dean said nothing but had to admit that this was about as good as they were going to get.

Pulling up to the entrance that they always used to get on the reservation, Sam had Dean stop when he saw the medicine man and some of those that helped him waiting there. Grabbing a bag of stuff he had promised to pick up for Running Wolf, he motioned Dean to get out of the car with him and exited the vehicle. Walking over to the old Indian, he smiled and shook his hand before giving him the bag. “As I promised, here it is.” Nodding his head towards Dean, he said, “This is my brother, Dean. I'm sure Bobby told you about him.”

Shaking the older brother's hand, Running Wolf greeted him cordially while he watched, amused, as Dean looked alarmed when the men with them went over to check the car for things that might be used to trace the brothers here. Holding up a hand, he said, “There is nothing to fear, Dean Winchester. My men are just ensuring someone didn't plant a device of some kind on your car to track you. I assure you that no harm will come to the vehicle.”

Relaxing now that he understood what was going on, Dean nodded then grinned.

Looking back and forth between the two brothers, Running Wolf squinted slightly when he saw their auras then his eyes widened when they stepped closer together to where they merged slightly. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, he shut then reopened them to ensure he wasn't seeing things. But nothing had changed. A smile crossing his face, he said, “You both have some of the most powerful auras I’ve ever seen. Individually, they are quite bright and powerful but together... they entwine in some way that makes them all but blinding. Together they are the most powerful aura I've ever seen. I believe it means you two are meant to stay together.” Looking between the two, he smiled then cleared his throat, saying, changing the topic, “Sam, this storm is going to get worse. I would suggest that, before you go home, you stop at the store and pick up supplies. As far out as you are it'll take time for the snowplow to get to you and may mean you are snowed in for a couple days.”

Though still wondering about the aura comment, Sam nodded then asked, “Can you call your daughter and ask her to save me a couple loaves of bread and some beer? Everything else I can decide on when I get there.”

Nodding, Running Wolf smiled again, “I will! Bread goes quickly during these kinds of storms so I'll have her hold you back a couple.” Distracted as one of his men brought something over and talked in hushed tones, he nodded as he listened, taking what appeared to be a coin, looking serious. After waving them off, he looked back at Sam and held up an old looking foreign coin. “They found this under the car. It feels enchanted in some way. I assume that it's been used to track Dean's movements by someone. I'll take it and have it destroyed so it won't cause a problem.”

Glancing at Dean who looked incredulous, Sam then nodded. “Thanks! Dean's going to be staying with me for a while though I'm sure Bobby told you that.”

Waving a dismissive hand, Running Bear smiled, “He told me and that it's best he stay for a while though gave no details as to why. I have no problem with this.” Looking serious, he then told the men, “You had better go. The weather is getting worse and you don't want to get caught in town.”

Nodding, Sam said a thanks then motioned Dean to get back in the car. Waving goodbye to the medicine man and his men, he piled back in the car to warm up.

Stepping into the small house after parking his baby in the carport attached to it and covering her up as Sammy had suggested, Dean was shivering. It was damned cold out there! Top that off with the wind that was really blowing and it felt as though the icy temperatures had settled in his bones. But, feeling the heat in the house, he gave an approving nod as he dumped the duffels he was carrying on the floor then stripped out of his coat, hanging it up by where Sam's was. Looking around, he had to shake his head and grin. The place was pure Sam. Though it was small, it was neat and furnished nicely. It appeared, at a closer look, none of the furniture was new but it was clean and neat, bright throws tossed over everything, giving it a homey, comfortable lived-in feel. On the walls were pictures of what he could easily tell were protection symbols of all different kinds and he could see small troughs along the walls that held salt, making it clear Sam made his safety a top priority. Glancing around, he recognized the place behind where Sam sat on the computer.

Pulled out of his assessment of the nice little place by the smell of cooking, Dean found the kitchen. Something hot to drink sounded really good right now and would warm him up. Leaning against the door jam, arms folded over his chest, he gave an approving nod at the cozy little kitchen then asked, as he watched his brother warming something up, “What are we having for dinner?”

“Nothing special, just some leftovers from the dinner I made the other night. Just some tacos since I have plenty of the meat left and all the fixings. Want me to make some coffee to go with it?” Sam asked, looking up from where he was dicing tomatoes.

Thinking this was the first time in what seemed like forever that someone had cooked for him, Dean just grinned then nodded, saying, “Yeah, if it's not too much trouble, Sammy. While you're doing that, let me go put my stuff in the bedroom then grab a quick shower.”

Waving Dean off, assuming that his brother could find the only bedroom in the house, Sam continued on with what he was doing, mind, once more, playing over the events of the day, trying to piece it all together so when he called Bobby while Dean was in the shower, he could quickly and concisely lay it out for him as they wouldn't have much time to talk it over. While doing that, he listened intently for the shower.

When he finally heard the water running, he grabbed the cell and quickly dialed Bobby's number. Tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear, he worked on finishing up dinner. When the old hunter picked up, Sam quickly launched in, “First, we made here fine, no problems. But they did find a coin of some kind someone planted on Dean's car. Running Wolf said it was to track him.”

“Balls,” Bobby muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. Hurrying over to his desk, he sat down at it, sure he was going to have to take notes of some kind when it came to this. Tapping the tip of his pencil on a pad of paper, he asked, “Did they take care of it?”

“Yeah, he took it with him, saying he was going to destroy it. But, as a heads up, you might want to check your end too, to ensure that they didn't do the same thing.”

Nodding, Bobby grunted, “I'll do that when we get off the phone.” Sitting up straighter, he glanced down at the paper then said, “Give me a rundown of what she did, Sam. And make sure you add details, no matter how embarrassing they might be.”

Though blushing and humiliated in doing so, Sam gave the old hunter all the details he could remember and a complete rundown of what happened when. When he finished, he sighed then said, “I don't think there's much doubt that it's a binding spell anymore. It's just a matter of which one is all.”

Jotting down all the notes he could, figuring Sam was doing this in a hurry so Dean didn't hear it all, he sighed, shook his head then said, “I agree. There's no doubt in my mind she's trying to bind you to her. Though this info narrows it down some, I'm not sure it's going to do enough for me to track down what exact one she's doing. But I'll put a few more feelers out and see what I can find, Sam.” Leaning back in his chair, he asked, “Any yelping from Dean about staying there?”

Grinning, trying not to snort, knowing what was bound to be on Dean's mind when it came to things, Sam just replied, “So far, no, none. The weather is getting really bad right now so I think he knows he won't be going anywhere for at least a couple days. After that, I think I can persuade him to stay long enough for you to get here. If I have any problems on that front I'll give you a call, alright?”

“Good enough for me,” Bobby nodded. Then, almost as an afterthought, he asked, “You alright, Sam?”

Stirring the meat he was warming on the stove, Sam sighed then told the older man, “Yeah, I'm fine, Bobby. Bruised up some but I’m more unnerved than anything. I can work with it though. Just trying to figure out how she managed it was all. Nearest I can guess is she followed Dean and somehow figured it out from the diner. That just means I'm going to have to be more careful in the future is all.”

“Yes, you need to keep on your toes! So does Dean. I also wouldn't suggest anymore forays off the reservation either. At least until we can figure out just which spell she's trying to do or a surefire way to protect yourself. So, for now, you need to keep your ass right where you are, Sam. Don't let Dean try to persuade you otherwise either.” Bobby snarled softly, trying to make sure he got his point across.

“Oh, you don't need to convince me of that, Bobby! I think it convinced Dean as well so I don't think he'll try to talk me into leaving,” Sam said. Hearing the shower stop, he hurriedly said goodbye to the old hunter, promising again to call if there was a problem and to stay put until he got there, then hung up before putting the food in bowls and sitting them on the table. He was sure that Dean was going to try to get him to talk about just what happened but was hoping to put him off with a good meal and some talk. Later tonight, maybe, he might dance there but not right away. At least not until he first had a chance to fully go over what had transpired.

Later that night, as the wind howled outside, buffeting the small house and driving the snow against the windows, Sam and Dean were sitting in front of the fireplace that was in the living room, sipping hot chocolate. With as cold as it got in this part of the state, a fireplace was all but mandatory in most homes as a way to assist the heater in keeping up with the bone-chilling cold. If that wasn't enough of a reason to light it, Sam liked the ambiance that it created in the tiny living room. It made it feel cozier, for lack of a better term. It was something he found immensely soothing.

Sitting there, staring into the dancing flames, Sam's stomach was clenched in knots. Dean had, finally, asked him to tell just what had gone on with Ruby earlier. As anyone would expect, that also led to some uncomfortable questions from Dean as to why she would do such a thing. Because there was no real way to dance around some of the more direct questions, Sam ended up giving Dean information about how they thought she was trying to do a binding spell on him. No, he didn't go into why they thought she might be doing it or anything else along with that area. It was enough that Dean knew that for now. The rest could be covered when Bobby arrived. The time was coming for his brother to know everything but he wanted help laying it out as he was certain that some of it would send him well over the edge then make it to where he wanted to exact revenge. Right now, they needed to stay put, not have Dean run off on some vendetta. But, giving up that tidbit, seemed to have pacified his brother to an extent. He wasn't happy, that was patently obvious, and would probably exact revenge on her next time they ran into each other but he was calm enough about it for now.

While relaxing after that stress, other thoughts also began to creep in. All the stuff they had talked about doing together over the last couple weeks came to the forefront of his mind. They had spent so much time talking about what they wanted to do to and with each other that it was hard not to think about it. It was, of course, going to come up, probably shortly. And it wasn't as though he didn't want to go there, he did, in the worst way. Honestly, that was something that he had thought about most of the time since they had first danced in that direction. He was also certain that Dean was going to bring the topic up soon as well. After all, he was the one that initially went in that direction then pushed the topic, not Sam. The problem wasn't that he didn't want to go there, oh boy did he ever, but just not tonight. Too much had gone on that day for him to want that. Though Dean could be an insensitive jerk a lot of the time, he was hoping that this wasn't going to be one of them and he wouldn’t push for that tonight. He just wasn't ready to deal with it right now. He could handle quite a bit but going there wasn't something he thought he could do right now.

Shaking himself out of the doldrums that were threatening to take over, Sam stood then refilled his mug with the hot chocolate he had in a ceramic pot that he was keeping on the hearth of the fireplace so that it stayed hot. Looking over at Dean, he smiled then offered him some.

Startled out of his thoughts, Dean quickly downed what was left in his cup then held it out for Sam to fill. Normally, he wasn't one to drink the stuff, let alone enjoy some with melted marshmallows in it but, tonight, the chocolaty drink hit the spot. It was a perfect fit with how chilled and blustery it was outside. There was something about sitting in front of a roaring fire with a cup of it that was relaxing.

Settling back on the sofa once more, sipping the drink, Dean watched Sammy out of the corner of his eyes. He would admit, despite trying to keep a leash on things, he was half hard just being around his brother. Of course, his first instinct was to jump his bones then press for what they had talked about, all the things they wanted to do once they were together. But he wasn't going to do that. Sammy had, truly, experienced one of the roughest days in memory and to have him push for something sexual after almost having had that taken from him against his will wasn't something he was going to do. No, it could wait until Sammy was ready for something like that. He was certain that he would know when that was. But, that didn't mean that he wasn't going to ensure that Sammy grew comfortable with going there, at least take the first few steps that direction.

Shifting on the sofa into a more comfortable position, crossing his legs, he took another sip of the hot liquid then placed the cup on the small table by the sofa. Looking over at his brother, he gave him a winning smile then asked, voice teasing and sultry at the same time, “So, Sammy, I noticed that you only have one bed in the place. What are we going to do about sleeping arrangements?”

Looking slightly uncomfortable and sheepish at that, Sam muttered, “Well, I thought I would take the sofa and let you have the bed.”

Snorting and waving his hand slightly, Dean replied, “Bullshit! Though this couch feels comfortable to sit on, I doubt the thing is if you sleep on it. No sense in putting yourself out just because I'm here. We've had to share a bed in the past when the hotels didn't have any doubles available so we can just do it here as well. You have a king, right?” When he saw his brother nod, he continued, “Then we'll have plenty of room. Just so your Sasquatch sized body doesn't shove me off or you don't steal the covers, we'll be good!”

Clearing his throat nervously at the thought of sharing a bed with Dean after all they had talked about doing, Sam didn't argue though. Instead, he just nodded, figuring that was fair since he didn't relish sleeping on the sofa. He had fallen asleep there on more than one occasion in the past and tended to wake up with a backache from it. “Alright, we can manage that,” he replied. Taking another sip of his drink, he stood then muttered, “Let me go turn the electric blanket on so that it's nice and warm when we decide to settle in for the night.”

Smirking slightly as his brother stood then wandered into the bedroom, Dean wondered how long it would be before they decided to go there, hoping it was sooner rather than later.

About one AM, Sam woke up gasping for breath, a cold sweat beading on his body. Glancing over at Dean, he was relieved to see that he was still asleep, snoring softly. Heart still hammering in his chest from the nightmare, he sat up on the edge of the bed, shut his eyes and tried to will himself to calm down. He had just relived, second by excruciating second, the attack by Ruby earlier in the day. Part of the reason, he was sure, had to do with just how traumatizing it was. And it was, of that there was little doubt. But, he assumed that part of it was also his brain's way of trying to piece together just what she was trying to accomplish beyond just a binding spell. He thought he might know but he had no proof. What she was doing was probably there, along with the proof of it, but he just hadn't been able to put it all together yet. He was sure the torture via dream that he had just endured was his mind's way of trying to piece it together.

Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, he tried to shake the imagery of the whole thing before heaving himself off the bed and trudging towards the bathroom to change his clothes. The room was chilled because of the weather so sitting around in sweat soaked clothes was making him shiver. He didn't want to get sick on top of everything else so it was best to take care of it.

Coming back in, the first thing he noticed was Dean was somewhat awake, propped up on one elbow and looking at him while rubbing his eyes.

“You alright, Sammy?” He asked in a slow, muzzy, sleepy voice.

“I'm fine, Dean. Just a bad dream, nothing to worry about,” Sam soothed, sliding back into bed, still shivering slightly.

“About Ruby and the shit today?” The older Winchester inquired, flopping back down, burrowing deeper under the warm covers.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed while he shifted around to get comfortable.

Sliding closer to his brother, Dean draped and arm over him and pressed to his back, trying to offer comfort the only way he knew how. “Try to get some sleep, Sammy,” He gruffed as he shut his eyes.

A small smile crossing the younger Winchester's face, Sam pressed back against his brother and shut his eyes. Listening to the wind whistle and howl outside, he couldn't help but feel safe now that Dean was here. The situation was like it had been when they were kids with Dean there to protect him. He could handle this.
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