Won't Let Go

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


Warnings: Slash, Incest, Established Couple, Violence, Supernatural, Language


Rating: FRT


Italics and/or * indicates thoughts

Won't Let Go
Chapter 5


Luke stood in the doorway, stunned into silence at the grey mist rising from Dean's body as he fell. Recovering quickly Luke ran to where Bo lay cowering on the floor. Reaching out for his younger cousin, Luke felt his heart breaking as Bo pulled away from his touch.


"No, please don't," Bo plead, curling up into a ball.


"It's alright Bo, you're safe now," Luke assured him, gently touching the younger man's shoulder as he spoke. "Shh Bo, it's all over, you're okay," Luke continued to assure his lover.


As Bo lay on the floor, shaking with terror, the sound of his cousin's voice finally reached him. "Luke?" Bo whispered, his eyes closed. He wanted to believe that Luke was really here, that the nightmare was over, but what if he wasn't?


"It's me Bo, come on darlin, open them eyes and you'll see," Luke encouraged him. "Shh, it's just me," he assured Bo, struggling to keep a lid on his anger when Bo flinched from him. Taking out his knife to cut Bo's hands free, it took every ounce of self-control Luke possessed to keep from gutting Dean Winchester where he lay. Now that Bo was calmer, Luke took a chance and reached to pull the younger man's jeans back into place.


The sound of his lover's voice and the gentleness of his touch was enough to help Bo begin to feel safe. As he felt the snap of his jeans being fastened, something inside of Bo broke and he suddenly flung himself into Luke's arms. "Luke, he...he...I didn't want it...I tried to stop him, I'm sorry, so sorry," Bo brokenly stuttered out, hating himself for allowing Dean to use him like that.


"Bo listen to me, you did stop him..."


"No, I felt him...didn't I?" Bo asked, confused and terrified, he wasn't sure what was real anymore.


"I promise you Bo, he didn't rape you. You fought him off long enough for us to find you," Luke assured him, brushing back the hair from Bo's face as he spoke.


"Didn't?" Bo asked, his voice sounding small and unsure.


"Didn't," Luke confirmed. *Thank God, I don't know what I 'd do without him Lord.* Luke sent up the thought as he comforted the man he loved. As Luke continued to comfort Bo, gently checking for injuries as he did, he was vaguely aware of Sam talking to Dean.


The moment Luke lowered the shotgun, Sam rushed to his brother's side. "Dean? Come on man, wake up," Sam called, pulling his brother into his lap and gently slapping his cheek.


"Sammy?"


"It's Sam," he replied with a grin. "How you feeling?"


"Oh, I'm just dandy. You know how much I like getting shot with rock salt," Dean answered sarcastically.


"You would've preferred an arrow?" Sam asked, pointing to where Luke's bow and arrow lay near the door.


Looking to where his brother pointed, Dean swallowed hard, "Nah, think I'd rather get hit with rock salt. Is Bo okay?" Dean asked, his memories of the last few hours were hazy, but he remembered enough to know he'd hurt the other man.


"I'm not sure, I think he will be though," Sam answered truthfully. His first instinct had been to lie to his brother, to protect him from the ugly truth, but he knew Dean wouldn't want that.


"Damn it! Now it's personal," Dean snarled, angry at being used by the spirit. The fact that he had been used to hurt somebody, only served to make him angrier and more determined than ever to beat this thing. Hearing a whimper from nearby, Dean turned, paling at the sight of Luke pulling his cousin's jeans back into place. Looking down, he noticed for the first time that his own jeans were undone. "Oh God no," Dean mumbled, barely managing to turn away from Sam before he began to retch.


"Dean! What's wrong?" Sam called, worried by his brother's sudden actions.


"What's wrong? Oh nothing's wrong Sammy, some malevolent spirit possessed me and then used me so it could.... Damn it, look at what I did to him Sam, I beat him senseless and then I raped him. How can you ask me what's wrong?" Dean struggled to keep his voice low, not wanting to cause Bo any further pain.


"Dean...Dean! Look at me!" Sam roughly ordered, waiting to continue until his brother turned his way. "He wasn't raped, and besides it wasn't you that hurt him, it was the spirit. It's not your fault," Sam told him, his voice sure and firm.


"Like hell it's not, I should've been able to fight it off. I should've known the son of a bitch was getting stronger. Guess Luke was right not to trust us to protect Bo from this damn thing," Dean berated himself, disgusted by his failure.


"What? So you're psychic now?" Sam asked. "Hell Dean, if anybody should've known it's me. I had a vision about Luke shooting you, could hear somebody whimpering and I never put it together."


"No, it's not your fault. Like you've said before, the visions aren't always clear," Dean reminded his brother. "There wasn't any way for you to know that the spirit was going to do this, or when."


"Well if I couldn't know, and I am psychic, how were you supposed to know?"


"Damn college boy, you think you're pretty smart don't you?" Dean smirked, finally starting to believe that maybe he wasn't to blame for what had happened. Not that it would be much comfort to the Duke family, escpecially Bo.

"Sam, you want to explain what happened? What was that mist?" Luke asked, now that Bo was finally calming down.


"It wasn't Dean that did this Luke, it was the spirit. That's what the mist was, when you shot Dean with the rock salt, it was forced to leave," Sam explained.


"How is that possible? It's still several days until the next serious attack," Luke reminded them.


"It means the spirit is getting stronger Luke, and it'll keep getting stronger until it either succeeds or we force it to cross over." Sam told the older man, knowing how much the news would upset him.


"So what now?"


"Now? We take Bo and Dean to a doctor, get them checked out. After that, we keep looking until we figure out who this spirit is."


"I thought y'all had figured out that it was Zeb Duke?" Luke asked distractedly as he soothed Bo at the mention of Dean's name.


"No, that's just one possibility. I'll admit, it's a good possibility but we don..."


"It's not, I'm not sure who it is, but I know it's not Zeb," Dean told them.


"Are you sure Dean?" Sam asked.


"Yeah, it's not Zeb, Bo is."


"Huh? What do you mean Bo is?" Luke asked, not understanding what Dean meant.


"Ever hear of reincarnation? That's what I mean, I remember that much from the spirit. Zeb Duke reincarnated as Bo, the grandson of the brother who was most vocally against him." Dean explained, smiling at the irony of the situation.


Before Luke could ask any further questions, he was distracted by the sound of Bo moaning in pain. "We can talk about this later, right now we need to get Bo to a hospital. We need to see just how badly hurt he really is," Luke decided, slowly helping Bo to his feet. Letting the younger man lean against him, supporting most of Bo's weight, Luke helped him to the car. Luke groaned in frustration when they reached the General and he realized he would need help. Before he could turn to call for Sam, the younger man was there offering a helping hand. Between them, they eased Bo in through the window of the General. As soon as he had Bo settled comfortably, Luke slid across the hood and climbed in the driver's side. "I'm taking him to Tri-County Emergency. Can you handle Dean?" Luke asked Sam. At a nod from Sam, Luke turned the key and sped out of the yard, racing towards Tri-County and the help Bo needed.


"You need to see a doctor Dean?" Sam asked, trusting his older brother to know his own body.


"Nah, Bo tried like hell to fight, but between my training and the strength from the spirit, he didn't have a chance. Poor guy, if you and Luke hadn't shown up when you did..." Dean trailed off, not wanting to think about it.


"But we did and Bo will be okay," Sam reminded him. "Come on, guess we should head back to the Duke farm, somebody has to tell Jesse and Daisy what happened." Walking to the Impala, Sam climbed behind the wheel and waited for Dean to get in.


"Uh-uh kid, that's my baby there and I'm driving," Dean told him, coming over and pulling the door open.


"Not this time Dean, you were just possessed by a spirit and shot with rock salt, so quit being a stubborn ass and get in," Sam ordered.


"Bitch"


"Jerk"


Sam smiled at their own peculiar way of expressing their love, as Dean walked to the other side of the car and climbed inside. Sighing deeply, he turned over the engine and headed back to the Duke farm.

Luke pulled up to the entrance of the Tri-County Emergency room and jumped out of the General. Running inside, he grabbed the first orderly he saw and demanded help for his cousin. With help from the orderly, they got Bo out of the General and onto a stretcher. Following closely behind them, Luke refused to stop when they took Bo into the back to be examined.


"Sir...sir, I'm sorry but you can't come back here," a nurse insisted, blocking his path.


"Look ma'am I know you just got a job to do, but I ain't gonna leave my cousin, not now," Luke insisted, moving around her.


"Sir, if you don't leave I'll be forced to call security."


"You do what you have to," Luke told her, stepping into the exam room where Bo had been taken.


Turning around, Dr. Roberts was surprised to see a young man standing there. A man who obviously didn't work at the hospital, "I'm sorry sir, but you can't be in here."


"Dr.?"


"Roberts, Dr. Mark Roberts."


"Dr. Roberts that's my cousin you're treating and I'm not leaving," Luke told him.


"I understand you want to be he..."


"No sir you don't understand. Dr. Roberts, um," Luke began, moving up to stand near the older man. "Bo wasn't just beaten up, he was...well he was almost raped. I really think it'd be better if I was to stay here."


"Damn, yes you're probably right. Alright you can stay, but you stay out of our way. I'd hate to upset your cousin by making you leave," Dr. Roberts told him. A moment later, the doctor sent the security guard away when he arrived to escort Luke out.

By the time the doctor was through with his exam and had ran several tests, both Jesse and Daisy were in the waiting room. Due to the trauma that Bo had been through, the exam that normally would have been over in a little over an hour, took nearly three hours. Bo would lay on the exam table, holding Luke's hand and allowing the doctor to do what he had to, only to suddenly bolt and try to run. If Luke hadn't been there to calm him down, Dr. Roberts would've been forced to place him in restraints for his own safety; something the kind doctor hated to think of doing, after all he had already been through. Finally the exam and tests were completed. Thankfully, Bo wasn't hurt as badly as Luke had feared. When the doctor was through, the only thing he found aside from a wealth of bruises, was a slight concussion and several cracked ribs. After Bo's ribs were wrapped tightly, easing his breathing and protecting him from further injury, he was free to go home.


"Bo, Luke, what happened?" Jesse asked, rushing over to his nephews the moment he saw them.


"Uncle Jesse, Daisy, could we explain when we get home?" Luke asked.


"Of course, Bo you want to ride in the truck with me?"


"No, please Luke don't make me leave," Bo whimpered, clinging tightly to Luke's arm.


"It's alright Bo, nobody's making you leave. Uncle Jesse just thought you might be more comfortable in the truck. It would be easier to get in and out of," Luke gently pointed out.


"Bo honey, what if you and Luke take Dixie and I'll drive the General home?" Daisy offered, hating to see her cousin so obviously upset.


"Thanks Daisy, would that be okay Bo?"


"You'll be with me?" Bo asked, feeling as though he would fly apart if Luke were out of his sight. Bo wasn't a weak man, he never had been, and he hated feeling like this. However, today had been no ordinary day and after everything he'd been through his reserves were at an all time low.


"Yeah Bo, I'll be with you," Luke assured him. When Bo nodded his agreement, Luke slowly led them out of the hospital. He waited with Bo near the entrance, while Daisy went to get her jeep and bring it to them. Handing Daisy the keys to the General, Luke helped Bo into the jeep before getting in the other side and heading home.


Pulling into the drive of the Duke farm thirty minutes later, Bo took a deep breath and let Luke help him out of the jeep. Slowly making their way inside, Luke was relieved when he didn't see Dean or Sam anywhere. He knew in his head that it wasn't really Dean's fault, but his heart was another story. All the way home he had told himself that he couldn't punish Dean for the actions of an angry spirit. Then he saw the black Impala parked in the drive and all he wanted to do is find Dean Winchester and tear him apart. Luke took as long as he could getting Bo settled in their bed, dreading the things he would have to tell Uncle Jesse and Daisy. After sitting with Bo for the next forty-five minutes, gently soothing him to sleep and then simply watching him, he knew he could delay no longer. Quietly leaving the room, Luke walked out into the kitchen, prepared to face his uncle and cousin, but he wasn't ready to face the Winchesters. The moment he saw Dean, Luke saw red! Jerking the other man out of his seat, Luke sent him out the back door and into the dirt with one punch. Standing at the top of the steps, Luke launched himself at the other man, the man who had hurt his cousin. Straddling Dean, Luke managed to get in only a couple of punches before he was being pulled off of the other man by Sam and Uncle Jesse.


"Luke stop it!" Jesse ordered, speaking firmly into Luke's ear.


"Uncle Jesse you don't know what he did..." Luke began, only to be interrupted by his uncle.


"Yes I do Luke. Dean and Sam told us everything, I know you're angry, so am I. But Dean ain't the one to be taking it out on. I know you want to punish somebody, want to make somebody hurt as much as Bo is, but Dean is as much a victim as Bo right now."


Luke visibly deflated as the truth of his uncle's words hit him like a ton of bricks. "I...just want to. Uncle Jesse what are we gonna do?" Luke asked, looking to the older man for answers, as he always had.


"We're going to work with these boys and figure this out for starters. Now, we've got a pretty good start on that. Dean and Sam told me about Zeb, and Dean's been telling us what he can remember. Luke you ain't gonna like this, but it looks like we may be dealing with Jud after all."

"WHAT? How is that possible? I thought you said that if he was cremated he couldn't haunt the place," Luke said, looking at Sam and Dean with accusing eyes.



"He can't, and it may not be him. It could be a trick that the spirit is using to confuse us, but since it could be Jud we'll need to do some investigating. I suggest that we spend the rest of today figuring out exactly where we'll need to start tommorrow and getting ready," Sam explained.


While the boys and Jesse began to plan their next move, Daisy returned to the Boar's Nest to work her regular shift. In all of the turmoil with this spirit, Daisy had been left to fend for herself. It wasn't that Jesse or the boys didn't care, they just hadn't realized. Luke was worried about Bo and the way this spirit kept attacking him, so that Daisy didn't feel she could go to him. Bo was completely out of the question, he was barely holding himself together, there was no way he could be there for her. That left Uncle Jesse, but he already had so much on his plate that Daisy hated to add more to his load. So she kept her fears to herself, did her chores, went to work and did her best to look out for her cousins and uncle. She didn't even have Enos to lean on lately. Ever since he'd found out about Bo and Luke's relationship, he had been distant. Daisy didn't think he hated them or anything, he just wasn't comfortable and because they were her cousins, he was even more uncomfortable than usual around her.


Driving along towards the Boar's Nest, Daisy was so distracted by thoughts of her family and the troubles they were having that she didn't notice the dog in the road until it was nearly too late. Suddenly noticing the dog, Daisy swerved the wheel hard to the right and slammed on the brakes bringing the jeep to a shuddering stop. Sitting there, breathing in panting gasps Daisy looked at the dog running off through the fields and broke down into deep, heart-wrenching sobs.


Coming along the same road several minutes later, Rosco was surprised to see Daisy Duke parked on the side of the road. Parking behind her, he climbed out of his patrol car, chortling gleefully at the thought of writing her a ticket for illegal parking. "I've got ya now Daisy Du...Daisy? What's wrong? Ya ain't hurt are ya?" Rosco asked, when he reached the jeep and saw the state the young woman was in.


Shaking her head in response, Daisy struggled to bring herself under control. Finally regaining some control, she looked up into kind blue eyes and lost control again. Surprising herself and Rosco, she threw herself into his arms and began to sob again. Stuttering and crying, she haltingly told Rosco everything. How Bo and Luke had discovered their love, everything Jud had done and now this spirit. A spirit that might be Jud or something else, but either way it seemed determined to kill Bo and.... Breaking off suddenly, Daisy pulled back in horror as she realized just who she had poured her heart out to.


Rosco stood beside the jeep, his arms wrapped around the sobbing young woman, stunned by what she was telling him. As he listened to her story though, he realized that it did explain a lot of things about the Duke boys and that mess with Jud Kane. Rosco didn't have a lot of experience with crying females, and wasn't sure what to do, but he couldn't just leave. Besides, if he was honest with himself, he kind of liked having Daisy in his arms, just not like this. When Daisy suddenly stopped speaking and pulled away, Rosco hated to see the look of distrust in her pretty eyes, but he couldn't blame her. "It's alright Daisy, ya ain't got to worry, I ain't gonna tell nobody. Especially my little fat buddy, and I don't think you're crazy either. I appreciate that you were able to tell me all this, I think you needed it. I just don't understand why you didn't tell your uncle how upset and worried you've been."


"I wanted to Rosco, you have no idea how much, but I couldn't. He already has so much to deal with, he doesn't need to be worrying about me too. I used to talk to Enos when I was upset, but he's been real distant and uncomfortable ever since he found out about Bo and Luke." Daisy explained, wiping her eyes with the handkerchief Rosco offered to her.


"Well I'm not surprised at that Daisy. The dipstick barely knows the difference between men and women, you don't really think he could deal with the idea of two men do ya?" Rosco asked.


Chuckling at the truth of Rosco's words, Daisy took a deep breath finally beginning to feel calmer. "Rosco, thanks for listening to me, I know it probably wasn't easy for you."


"It wasn't any trouble Daisy," Rosco assured her, motioning for her to keep the hanky. "Are ya gonna be okay now?"


"Yeah, I think I will, thanks to you. Oh my, I'm gonna be late...Rosco, do you think, nevermind," Daisy began, stopping and reaching for the key.


"I'd be honored to be a shoulder for ya to lean on anytime ya need it," Rosco answered the question he sensed she had wanted to ask.


"Thanks Rosco," Daisy replied. Feeling unusually shy, Daisy raised up in her seat and gave Rosco a small kiss on the cheek before driving off. Leaving behind a man who felt as though his world had just been turned upside down.


TBC


Ha, bet y'all didn't think I could do it. No cliffhanger. Y'all know what the muse needs now. She's hungry, please review.