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Nothing Better To Do	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2945 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: slash, dark, violence, thoughts of suicide, self-harm
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Chapter
Three

Don sat perched on the side of Sam�s bed,
holding a cool cloth to Sam�s forehead. It had only been an hour since Sam had
collapsed, unable to breathe, and he was now languishing in the throes of a
fever. What the hell had happened? One minute they had been talking, and the
next, Sam had passed out. Don�s gaze fell upon the discarded chocolate wrapper
on the bed. Surely not. Could something as innocuous
as a chocolate bar be the cause of Sam�s� episode?

It was then that Dean chose to let his presence
be known, letting out a piteous whine from its position on the sofa. Don shot
it a glare and the dog immediately quieted, burying its head under its front
paws. It was such a human action that Don almost felt bad at having aimed a
kick at the dog. Almost. But really, how was Don
supposed to take care of his Sam with that blasted mongrel barking away
non-stop? Then again, maybe Don should make
nice with the dog again. After all, didn�t the saying go: �love me, love my
dog?� He didn�t think Sam would be too pleased with him once he found out what
Don had done.

Don dipped the rag in the bowl of cool water
balanced precariously on his lap, dragging it once again over the feverish boy�s face and neck.
Leaving it to rest on Sam�s forehead, he stood, placing the bowl on the bedside
cabinet as he tugged the blanket up beneath Sam�s chin and listened as Sam
seemed to struggle to get in air through his body.

He was very much aware at how easy and
wonderful it would be to simply let go right now. To take what he wanted and
forget the game he had been playing. The boy was out of it, and would be
completely unaware. Fingers itching to unbutton Sam�s shirt and lips quivering
with the need to kiss the soft skin, Don was about to unfasten the top button
on Sam�s shirt when the boy began murmuring.

Don immediately withdrew his hands, as if
burned. �Sam?�

He watched apprehensively as Sam�s brow furrowed,
his lips mouthing a word that Don would bet anything was �Dean.� Don reached
out again, hesitating before gently settling his hand against Sam�s cheek.
Sam�s lashes fluttered, blinking open lids to half mast, glassy eyes looking at
Don but clearly seeing someone else.

�Your teeth look funny,� Sam sounded confused
and anxious as he blinked and lifted his head wearily to glance around the room
before refocusing his gaze on Don. �Are you related to Bugs Bunny?�

�What?� Where the hell did this kid come up
with all this stuff?

�I want Dean. Give Dean back to me.�

Don paused. Clearly, the kid was delirious.
But what should he do? Pretend to be this �Dean�? If only to
give the poor boy peace? Sam calling out for Dean again answered Don�s
question for him. He pulled Sam into a warm embrace, hand rubbing small circles
along the boy�s back.

�It�s okay, I�m here,� he said soothingly.

�I�ve missed you so much,� Sam whispered
desperately, sounding all but five.

�Me too.� Don trailed his hand further down Sam�s back,
stopping abruptly when he felt something strange beneath the shirt.

Curiousity winning out, he lay Sam down again, this time
on his stomach. Once he was satisfied that the boy was blissfully unaware
again, he carefully pushed Sam�s shirt up, gasping at the damage that had been
done to that beautiful body. Don traced a trail between the scars with his
eyes, wondering of the stories each told, of the past horrors and pain that
marked what he had previously thought to be flawless caramel skin. Not that it
changed Don�s intentions.

Sam shifted slightly, the same name he had
muttered before once again on his lips. Don turned his head to look down at
Sam�s sleeping face, reassuring himself that the boy was indeed asleep before
recasting his gaze to Sam�s back, eyes caught by a particularly deep mark in
the middle of the boy�s back. Now Don wasn�t a medic, but considering the
position of the scar and how deep it was� well, wasn�t that where the spinal
cord was?

Don pulled Sam�s shirt back down again, manoeuvring
him so that he lay on his back once more. Seeing the boy�s eyelids flicker and
knowing he would wake soon, Don traced his lips across the boy�s face, brushing
them against Sam�s. He then pulled back slightly, wanting his eyes to be the
first thing Sam saw when he awoke. Luckily, Don didn�t have to wait long.�

�Hey, you gave me quite a scare,� Don said as
he moved to stroke his hand through Sam�s hair.

Sam went rigid, and to Don�s dismay, pulled
away abruptly. �Get away from me you jackass!� He sat up with his back turned
away from Don.

Don quickly reigned in his temper, reminding
himself not to do anything hasty, especially since he had nearly just lost the
boy. Speaking of which�

�What the hell happened?�

Sam threw Don a dirty look. �Where�s Dean?�

As if summoned by its name being called, Dean
jumped up from the couch, trotting happily towards its master. With a big
smile, Sam bent down to pick the puppy up, crooning sweet nonsense to it.

�I said what the hell happened?� Don repeated
irritably.�

�Your chocolate bar had peanuts in them,� Sam
replied, as if that answered everything, giggling softly as he began fending
off a �lick-attack� from the dog.

�So?�

�I�m allergic to peanuts,� Sam shrugged
casually, evidently winning his �battle� with the dog as he set it on the floor
and stood. Dean quickly nuzzled his leg.

�You what?�
Don all but screeched.

�I. Am. Allergic. To. Peanuts,� Sam
reiterated slowly, as if he was talking to an idiot.

�If you knew there were peanuts in the
chocolate, why did you eat it?� Don asked in a dangerous tone.

�I felt like it.�

�You felt like it?�

�What, is there an
echo in here? Yes, I ate the chocolate because I felt like it. And it tasted
really nice. I�d thank you for it, but what with you kidnapping me��

Sam was cut off when Don wrapped his hands
around Sam�s throat and began shaking him within an inch of his life. Huge,
gasping rasps escaped the boy but Don didn�t care. How dare this boy do something so stupid? Didn�t he know that Don
didn�t want him to die? Didn�t want Sam to leave him like his previous house
guests had? But even amongst his anger, it didn�t escape his notice that Sam
was doing nothing to defend himself, submissively allowing himself to be
strangled. Instead, there was that damn strange look in his eyes again.

The dog charging at him, barking furiously in
such a high pitched tone that it was hard on the ears, was what shook Don from
his anger and he immediately released the boy from his grasp. Sam fell to the
floor, grating in each breath with tears
streaming from his face. As Don watched Sam reach shakily for the dog, the
expression Sam had worn suddenly filtered before his mind�s eye again. Only
this time, he recognised it. Exhilaration.

Was this why Sam provoked him so? Provoked everyone he met? Was that
the way he was? He just wanted the thrill of danger? But for
what purpose? To what end? To just feel alive?

�Do you have a death wish? Is this all some game to you? You could
have died!� Don shook with anger,
trying to comprehend the enigma that was Sam. Never before had any of his
�guests� acted like this. They�d always cried and fought, flinching away from
him and always finding excuses to stay as far away from him as possible. None
of them were like Sam � refreshingly fearless but annoyingly antagonistic and
volatile at the same time.�

That strange smirk (the exhilarated
smirk, Don corrected himself) adorned Sam�s face again, looking completely
out of place on his young features, before escalating into hysterical laughter.
Infuriated that he wasn�t being taken seriously, Don snaked both hands out,
grabbing a fistful of Sam�s shirt and hoisting him to his feet before slamming
Sam into the wall.

�This. Is. Not. Funny,� Don seethed. God
this boy was suicidal, giving no thought or care for
his life.

A sudden sharp pain in his leg had Don looking down at a snarling
dog, instantly letting go of Sam who slid bonelessly
to the floor. Seeing that it had Don�s attention, the dog placed itself between
Sam and Don, growling at Don�s feet, clearly sending out the message that Don
had to go through Dean to get to his new master. Well, that certainly was a
laughable notion.

Having had enough of the little beast, Don raised his right foot�
and found himself sprawled on the ground with an enraged Sam looming over him.
Two swift punches had Don dazed but a searing, sharp pain in his left arm
forced his mind back to attention. However, the assault stopped as swiftly as
it started. Sam retreated, picking Dean up in his arms and stroking behind its
ears.

Don didn�t understand this turn of events at all. And he hated the
uncertainty that came with the confusion. For the few moments when Sam had
lashed out, he had acted like any of Don�s previous partners. But oddly enough,
Sam was protecting a dog and not
himself. Even more odd was the fact that when Sam had
the advantage, he didn�t push it all the way home. Instead of finishing Don, he
chose to withdraw to check on the mutt, effectively placing himself back under
Don�s power.

Don stood up slowly, placing his weight on his right foot and
cradling his left arm close to his chest. �I think you broke my arm!�

�There are 215 bones in the human body. That�s one,� Sam retorted,
before flashing the smirk Don had come to hate, �Dr Silberman (*A/N Terminator
Reference). God I always wanted to say that line to someone.�

�Doctor Who?�

�Wrong pop culture reference.�

Damn. This kid was definitely off his rocker.

�Never touch my dog again.� Sam�s tone was like ice.�

�I gave that mongrel to
you.�

�Would you like a medal for that?�

�Now listen here -�

�No, you listen. Dean is mine and you�re not taking him away from
me. Touch him again, and I will kill
you.�

�All this for a stupid dog? Besides, if you kill me, you and Dean will die as well.�

�You can leave now, dickwad.� Sam stalked away from Don, muttering so softly to
the dog that Don had to strain to hear him. �I�ll protect you better this time
Dean. I won�t let you down.�

Don watched as Sam entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut
behind him.

Damn. This was getting progressively more harder
than he thought.

TBC

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