Won't Let Go

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard or Supernatural. Not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Angst, Slash, Incest, Established Couple, Violence, Supernatural, Language, Sexual Assualt


Rating: FRT


Italics and/or * indicates thoughts


( ) and/or Bold indicates the spirit


Won't Let Go
Chapter 4


While Dean was at the farm talking to Jesse about the Duke family history, Sam spent the next two days in town. Sam scoured all of the public records he could find, looking for any clue as to the spirit's identity. However, by the time the pranks began again, they were no closer to knowing who they were dealing with.


"Uncle Jesse, I know you trust John Winchester, but are you sure his boys know what they're doing?" Luke asked, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table with his uncle, four days into the latest round of pranks.


"Now Luke, I know you're worried, so am I, but them boys know what they're doing." Jesse replied, looking up from peeling potatos.


"You know, if you want to question our abilities you could at least do it face to face," Dean snapped as he stepped into the kitchen.


"Alright, y'all are supposed to know all about fighting this kind of thing, but it don't look to me like you know any more than we do."


"Well maybe that's cause you're too busy looking at your cousin to notice anything else."


"Is that it, you got a problem with our relationship? You dragging your feet on figuring this out, cause you have a problem with us?" Luke roughly questioned, furious at the thought of Bo suffering because of this man's arrogance and bias.


"Excuse me? I don't give a damn who you're sleeping with!" Dean growled, invading Luke's space and stabbing one long finger into his chest. "You know we're here doing you a favor, it ain't like we get paid for this or anything. So back off!"


"A favor? Some favor, in case you haven't noticed this spirit has started up again, and in six days it'll attack..."


"Alright, that's enough!" Jesse yelled, bringing the argument to a halt. "Luke, you go on outside and get started on fixing that stall in the barn." Jesse stood there, waiting until Luke was nearly to the barn before turning to Dean. "Sit!"


"Look Mr. Duke, I'm sorry about that, but your nephew had no right t..."


"Enough!, Dean I know you're doing us a favor, and I appreciate it. So does Luke, if the truth were told, he's just worried about Bo. Now, did you come in here to argue with Luke, or was there something else?"


"Actually there was, I found a birth record in your family bible for a Zeb Duke, but there's no record of his death. I thought maybe it just hadn't been written down for some reason, so I checked in your family cemetary, there's no grave for him either. Do you have any idea why?"


"Zeb Duke? Let me think a minute," Jesse murmurred. As he thought, Jesse continued peeling potatos for supper, the simple action helping to order his thoughts. "You know, I seem to remember hearing my father talking about a Zeb Duke once. It was only the one time, ya understand, that's why I forgot I suppose. I must've been about eleven and I was sick in bed, I guess my folks forgot I was in the house. I'm sure if they'd remembered they never would've talked about it." Seeing the confused look on Dean's face, Jesse apologized, "Sorry about that, just trying to get things straight in my mind. My mother was in the kitchen making soup when my father came in. He had just come from town and had the mail with him, he was pretty upset about a letter he had received from out west. I remember being a little afraid at the time, wasn't like my father to yell, but he was sure yelling then. Some sheriff out west had written to him about his brother Zeb, seems he'd been killed. Tarred and feathered by an angry mob, and then lynched. The sheriff wanted to know if my father wanted Zeb's remains shipped home or buried there. My father was yelling that he'd never approved of Zeb's ways, but a man shouldn't be killed just for being different. He was pretty upset by it, and he told my mother he didn't know what to do. Pa wanted to bring Zeb home, but he didn't have the money and knew his brothers would never help. From what I remember, they had something to do with Zeb leaving home in the first place, said they wouldn't have him shaming the family with his...perversions," Jesse ended with a whisper. "Dear Lord, Zeb must've been gay and in them days, well it would've been even less accepted than it is now. That must be why there's no date of death and no grave. Pa's brothers wouldn't help get him home, nor would they approve of his being buried with the rest of his kin."


"Okay, he could be the one who's been haunting the place and targeting Bo. The question is why Bo though? I could see him attacking because Bo and Luke are being allowed to stay in the family home, even though they're gay and together. The thing that I can't figure out is why would he attack Bo and not Luke?" Dean sat at the table, thinking out loud trying to make sense of the information Jesse had provided.


"Could he maybe target a descendant of somebody who had particularly hurt him?"


"Bo's grandfather?"


"Yeah, he was the one most against Zeb coming home," Jesse confirmed Dean's suspicions.


"Alright, then tommorrow when Bo and Sam go into town, I'll tell Sam to see what he can find out about, where Zeb Duke might be buried. With your permission, I'll go through any old papers you might have of your father's, see if I can find anything."


"That's fine, just fine, except for one thing. I think maybe Luke should go with Sam tommorrow and Bo should stay here. I know the idea was to keep Bo away from the farm, and hopefully keep him safe, but we still got at least six days before a serious attack. Just seems to me that with the way you and Luke grate on each other, it might be a good idea to change things, for a day or two anyway."

"You know that might not be a bad idea," Dean agreed. *I could sure use a break from Luke and if I get to spend some time with Bo, well.... Down boy, we're here to work and he's taken anyway*

(Sensing Dean's thoughts, he had an idea. So you want him too, do you? I'll have to see what I can do to help you out Dean. Now that I'm strong enough, I can help you have Bo, and destroy his relationship with Luke at the same time. Neither of them deserve to be happy, not after my life was ruined!)


The next morning, after breakfast and morning chores, Luke and Sam headed to the library in Atlanta. Luke wasn't happy about the idea of leaving Bo with Dean, but he had to admit he could use a break from the older Winchester brother. He supposed it would be alright since the next serious attack was at least 5 days away. That's what he kept telling himself, all the way to Atlanta and their much larger library. Luke kept telling himself the same thing all morning, as he and Sam searched the archives, looking for some idea of Zeb Duke's final resting place. He had nearly convinced himself that there was nothing to worry about, when Sam grabbed his head and fell to his knees. "Sam! What is it?" Luke demanded, recognizing the signs of a vision.


Several minutes went by and then Sam was shaking his head and trying to stand up. "Bo, Dean...we have to get back...trouble," the younger man gasped out.


Luke's blood ran cold at the words tumbling from Sam's lips, fear for his lover momentairly paralyzing him. Snapping himself out of it, he grabbed Sam's arm and ran for the exit, uncaring of the outraged glares from the other patrons. "What did you see?" Luke asked as soon as they were in the car.


"It's all jumbled, I saw them both at the farm and then.... The living room was a wreck, so was the kitchen, I saw Bo unconscious and then it was over. That's all there was, damn it can't this thing go any faster?" Sam growled, trying to fight down his own fears for his brother's safety.


After Sam and Luke left for Atlanta, Daisy headed to the Boar's Nest. She hadn't wanted to leave, but Boss insisted that she come in and help with inventory, so she had no choice. Assuring her that everything would be fine, Jesse and Bo had sent her on her way. Two hours later, Bo and Dean were just about to take a break when the phone rang. Mr. Larson's cow was having a difficult birth, could Jesse come and help him. Jesse reluctantly left, telling the younger men to call him immediately if there were any problems and reminding Bo where the shotgun and shells were at.


"So Bo, how long have you and Luke been together?" Dean asked, his voice soft and gentle.


"A little over a year and a half," Bo distractedly answered, looking through the refrigerator for the leftover ham he knew was there.


"You love him?" Dean asked, moving up to stand behind Bo.


Turning around, Bo was startled to find Dean standing so close, "Why are you asking?"


"I think you know why," Dean answered, running his hand down Bo's arm, and giving him his patentented Dean Winchester smile.


"Um...look Dean, I'm flattered, but I love Luke and I ain't interested in anybody else," Bo firmly told him, moving away.


Dean wasn't going to be deterred so easily though, "How many men have you been with Bo?"


"That ain't none of your dang business!" Bo was moving past flattered and beginning to get angry.


"Luke's the only one isn't he?"


Dean moved and Bo suddenly found himself against the wall, trapped by Dean's arms. "How do you know you really love him then?" Dean asked, leaning forward and running his tongue up the side of Bo's neck. "I promise you Bo, I can make it so much better than he ever could. Come on I know you want me," Dean whispered in his ear, reaching down between Bo's legs with one hand.


Shoving Dean away, Bo hit the other man as hard as he could. "Keep your hands off of me."


"Or what? Luke's not here to protect you and you haven't seen the day you could take me," Dean snarled, climbing to his feet.


"You try that again and you won't have to worry about Luke!" Bo snapped in return. Turning away he, walked into the living room, missing the look of rage in Dean's eyes as they turned a deep red.


"Guess, I'm going to have to teach you the meaning of respect," Dean said, grabbing Bo's shoulder and spinning him around. Before Bo had a chance to defend himself, Dean hit him with a right hook to the jaw, kicking him in the side when he fell to the floor. Rolling to his knees, Bo tried to stand, only to be kicked once again in the ribs. As he collapsed to the floor again, he felt hands grabbing his shirt and hauling him to his feet, only to throw him across the room. Crashing into the bookshelf, Bo tried desperately to regain his balance. It was no use though, as he fell to the floor, bringing books and all with him as he dropped. Again a booted foot caught his side, lifting him up and kicking him away from the pile of books. As Bo tried again and again to get to his feet, he was met with kick after kick. After several kicks, Dean would grab Bo and toss him across the room, until finally he ended the fight with a kick to Bo's head. Smiling down at the man at his feet, Dean crouched down and curled one hand into thick blond hair, tilting Bo's head. "We're going to have a good time, well I am." Reaching down, Dean pulled Bo into a fireman's carry and took him to the Impala where he threw him in the back seat.




Luke tore into the yard and slammed on the brakes of the General. Pulling himself out of the car, he ran inside the farmhouse, calling Bo's name. Barely inside the back door, he stopped at the sight that greeted his eyes. Even knowing what Sam had seen in his vision, Luke was shocked at the wreckage of the kitchen. Walking through the kitchen, he was even more surprised by the living room. If the kitched was wrecked, the living room was completely destroyed. Books, pictures, broken knick-knacks, the room was littered with debris. The sight that made his blood run cold though, was the dark red puddle that could only be blood, staining the floor in front of the fireplace. Breaking out of his shocked state, Luke began to search the house, terrified at what he might find.


"They're not here!" Sam called from the living room.


"What makes you say that?" Luke asked, as he ran back into the room.


"The Impala's gone," Sam stated simply. Walking over to the fireplace, Sam knelt down, taking a deep breath he lightly traced one finger through the blood on the floor. The next thing he was aware of was Luke shaking his shoulder and calling his name. "They're in a cabin, it's old and I think it's in some kind of canyon," Sam answered before Luke could ask.


"The old Keller place in Bronson's Canyon!" Luke exclaimed, snapping his fingers as he realized where Dean had taken his cousin. Grabbing his bow and arrows, Luke ran back outside, followed closely by Sam.


Bo woke up on the floor of an unfamiliar building. Groaning with effort, he slowly pulled himself to his feet wondering where he was. Looking around the room, he spotted a lightining struck tree outside the window, a cliff beyond it. As he moved cautiously towards the door, Bo realized where he was, he just hoped he was here alone. A few feet from the door, it suddenly slammed open!


"Going somewhere lover?" Dean asked, a smirk crossing his face at the fear in Bo's eyes.


"I'm going home, and I ain't your...lover," Bo declared, heading towards the door.


Throwing Bo across the room, Dean quickly followed, pinning him to the floor and whispering in his ear, "You will be." As Bo fought back with everything he had, Dean barely felt winded, a fight like this was a normal day for Dean. The more Bo fought, the more turned on Dean was becoming as he worked to subdue the other man. Finally tiring of the battle, Dean twisted Bo's arms behind his back and quickly tied them together. "I'd love to take more time lover, but you were out longer than I expected and I just don't have the time to take." As Dean spoke, he dragged Bo to the table in the middle of the room. Bending him over the table, Dean reached around and began to open Bo's jeans, a second later pushing them down long legs. Using his fingers to prepare him, Dean enjoyed the sounds of Bo's whimpers and pleas as he tried to escape his fate. As Dean began to open his own jeans, a shout from the door took him by surprise. Stepping away from the table, he allowed Bo to collapse to the floor. Smirking at the man in the doorway, Dean dared him to do his worst.


Pulling up outside the old Keller place, Luke climbed out and pulled the bow and arrows with him. "Luke wait," Sam called, grabbing the older man's arm.


"Let go of me Sam. I know Dean's your brother, but I'm not going to let him hurt Bo," Luke stated, jerking away from Sam's hold.


"I'm not saying you should, but you don't know what you're facing in there. Look, for starters, Dean is trained, a lot more than you could ever hope to be. And we don't know for sure that Dean's the one who took Bo, it could've been somebody else, or something else."


"What do you mean, something else?" Before Sam could answer, there was a pain filled scream from the cabin. A scream, that Luke instantly recognized as Bo's. Running towards the cabin, he was unaware of Sam following him. Stepping into the open doorway, Luke was horrified at the sight that greeted him, "Get your hands off of him, now!" Luke ordered, raising the bow and pointing an arrow at Dean's chest.


Following behind Luke, Sam saw the sawed off laying on the front seat of the Impala, reaching inside he grabbed it. Not bothering to check, he knew Dean always had a round in the chamber, Sam reached the porch of the old cabin. Looking past Luke at his brother's face, Sam saw something that chilled him to the bone. Making a quick decision, Sam called to Luke. "Here use this," he called to Luke, tossing him the sawed off when he turned. Seconds later, a loud blast was heard and Dean Winchester dropped to the floor of the old cabin.


TBC


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