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Caged	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11418 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural related. And it�s a damn shame too.

Pairings: Sam/Dean, yep it�s still Wincest. Although I doubt I have to post that anymore because if it bothered you so badly you probably wouldn�t have gotten this far into the story now would you?
Summary: How do Sam and Dean react to their new relationship when they get a call from their Father?
Author�s Note: Well, the wait wasn�t as long as it was before so that�s good right? I know, I know, in a perfect world I would be able to produce a chapter for every day of the week, but sadly I do have a life (not that I like it very much) and a job (which I like even less) so this will have to do for now. I hope everybody is ready for some angst...

Ashes, Ashes...We All Fall Down

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�It�s Dad.�

Sam sat up so fast he thought his head might fall off.
�What do you mean its Dad?�
Dean glared at him thoroughly before he turned his cell phone so that Sam could read the display screen. Sure enough, JOHN WINCHESTER was highlighted at the bottom of the screen with his familiar number glowing angrily in neon green above it.
�I mean exactly what I said Sammy. It�s Dad.� Dean�s voice hollowed out and both of them sat in silence for a minute while the phone continued buzzing like a million irate hornets.
�Well, are you going to answer it?� Dean startled slightly at the angry lilt Sam�s voice had taken on. When he took a good look at Sam�s face though he couldn�t detect any sign of distress or frustration. In fact he didn�t see anything at all, Sam�s face was like a blank slate and that worried Dean more than he would ever admit.
�I wasn�t planning on it.� Dean had blurted it out before he had time to think about what he was saying but when he really thought about it, it was true. Answering his phone was one of the last things that he wanted to do at the moment because it would mean that the fantasy was over with and reality had finally caught up with them.
Unfortunately for both of them, where Dean had always thought about something before he reacted, Sam had not. And right now wasn�t any different.
�Then I will.� Sam moved faster than Dean thought possible and before he knew it Sam had grabbed the phone from his hand and flipped it open.
Without any further ado Sam spoke angrily into the phone.
�What!�
Dean�s jaw couldn�t have fallen any lower if he had just seen a pig flying through the air or hell freezing over right in front of his eyes.
Dean knew from first hand experience that Sam and their Dad didn�t get along very well but Sam had only ever used that tone of voice on Dean. It was a voice that said that he was beyond angry and that if you were in arms reach then he was going to punch you in the mouth. Luckily, their Dad didn�t appear to be anywhere near reaching range or all hell would have broken lose. Dean was sure of that at least.
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With Sam in the state that he was in Dean expected yelling or at least a mouthful of hate to explode out of Sam�s mouth. What he didn�t expect was for Sam�s face to go from fire engine red with rage to the color of a piece of paper. And when Sam�s eyes grew to the size of pie plates and his pupils contracted almost violently Dean decided that whatever their father had said it couldn�t be anything good.
So without waiting for Sam to come out of shock Dean stole back his phone and listened to the voice on the other end of the line.
When all he could hear was silence he spoke into it instead.
�Dad?�
�Dean.� The reply was brief and chilled Dean to the bone.
�Hi Dad, where are you?� He tried to keep his voice level but he didn�t have to be a psychic to know that something bad was coming and there was no way that he would be able to shield himself from it. Not that he would even if he could.
�Did you think I wouldn�t find out?� With those seven words Dean knew why Sam had gone into shock.
However, unlike Sam, Dean was willing to believe that their Dad�s phone call and what Sam and him had been about to do, was a complete coincidence. They were in no way related and he was overreacting. At least that was what he was going to tell himself before he went into shock himself.
Still, when he spoke into the phone again his voice had lost some of its cockiness. �What do you mean?�
While Dean spoke he locked eyes with Sam across the three feet of space between them. Sam�s eyes had lost some of their deer in the headlight look but Dean could tell by the small tension in his jaw that he was still worried. Unfortunately Dean wasn�t in the right state of mind to offer him a reassuring smile. Not until he knew for sure what their father had found out about.
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�Don�t think that you can pull that innocent bullshit with me Dean.� The coldness was still there but now Dean had enough fuel to offer back some of his own.
�You know as well as I do, Dad, that I haven�t had any innocence for a long time. So why don�t you cut through the crap and tell me what this is about.� He said it all with such a measured calculation that Sam could only stare in horror. After all, Sam knew his brother better than he knew himself, and he knew for a fact that Dean had only used that voice on their father once before. And it hadn�t ended well then either.
That was because that voice meant two things. That Dean�s control was at its finest and that he had just gone from slightly angry to beyond anything other than a cold fury.

Sam could only hope that John still knew Dean well enough to remember what that voice meant and what its implications could be for both of them.
Because Sam knew that whatever John said now, Dean would take it to heart and the emptiness inside of him would grow just a little bit deeper, just a little bit darker. And that was something that Sam could not allow. Even if it meant never talking to their father again.
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While Sam was feeling like he was on the edge of a knife, Dean was feeling like a had a block of ice for a heart. On the up side he couldn�t really feel anything at all, but on the down side a small part of him told him that he should feel something. Anything. That a life without feeling wasn�t worth living. And it was that thought that made him glance briefly back at his little brother.
He had looked away while he had told John that he was no longer like the innocents that they saved. And even if that wasn�t exactly what he had said, inside he knew that it was what he wanted to say. That he was no longer pure like Sam or the people that they went around rescuing. That he had lost so much of himself that he was barely more than a shell now. His blood still fed the ground when he was attacked by the evils in the night, and his heart still beat as loudly as it always had. But his soul didn�t keep away the dark anymore like it used to.
He didn�t feel warmth when he laughed or love when he kissed. He just felt cold and alone. At least he had until Sam had come back. Not of his own free will of course, but did that really matter?
Unfortunately Dean thought so.
He just couldn�t shake the feeling that Sam didn�t really want to be with him. That he was just being pulled into the dark like Dean had been. That Dean was the one doing the pulling now. That the only reason that Sam had stuck around this long was because of some misplaced sense of loyalty and the need to try and fix his brother. Too bad for him that Dean knew he was beyond fixing.
But Dean also couldn�t help feeling selfish either. That it didn�t matter how or why Sam was still here as long as he stayed.
And as Dean looked at Sam he knew that he would do anything to make him stay. Because just a glance into Sam�s eyes or a peek of his skin and Dean felt something inside of him release. It was almost as if Dean could see Sam�s light and take a little bit of it into himself, if only for a little while.
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�Dean? Dean! Are you still there?�
Dean was brought out of his introspection by the angry voice of his father.
�Yeah, I�m still here. Now what was it that prompted this little phone call?� Dean�s voice had lost a little of its chill and now all it did was reek of sarcasm. That made Sam smile and Dean shrug.
�Did you think I wouldn�t find out that you and Sam had stopped hunting?� His father�s statement took him completely by surprise and Dean almost dropped the cell phone.

�What?� Sam�s face had paled again but Dean just shook his head. Of course that only further confused his brother and Sam stood up and went to sit beside him so that he could find out for himself exactly what was going on.
�You heard me. I just spoke to Jonas and he told me that you two didn�t show up to exterminate that poltergeist. So what exactly is so damn important that you need to sacrifice peoples lives?�
�How about a little piece of mind for myself Dad. Is that important enough? Or how about giving Sammy a break from his nightmares. Is that a good enough reason?�

For a minute everything was silent. Sam was holding his breath praying to a God that he didn�t believe in that their father would understand. And Dean was just waiting for their father to bring the hammer down like he always did.
Dean wasn�t disappointed. There was always something to be said for knowing one�s family.
�No. We save lives Dean that�s what we do. You go where I tell you to, you do the work, and you move on to the next town. That�s life.�
�So we save other people�s lives with no regard for our own, right? Well guess what Dad, I didn�t choose this life and neither did Sammy.�
�You�re right Dean. You didn�t choose this life, it was chosen for you. But guess what...I don�t care. I didn�t raise you to be a child Dean, I raised you and your brother to be soldiers. This isn�t a world full of lollipops and candy canes, it�s filled with things that could rip your face off and feed it to you. So I�m sorry if you�re tired and you want a break but if we don�t save these people then no one else will. Are you willing to condemn them to death just because you felt like you needed a vacation?�
Dean didn�t say anything for awhile. He just stared silently out the window and watched the rain that had started to fall. All Sam could do was stare at the phone in his brother�s hand as if it was the Devil itself.
But just as quickly as it had started the silence ended. Dean took a breath and one last look at Sam before he stood up and walked over to the bag hanging on the old wooden chair beside the broken television. And with his back turned to Sam he answered his father.
�No sir. I�ll be back on the road as soon as day breaks. No more stops. I should be at Jonas� by sundown and I�ll take care of the poltergeist. Then I�ll be waiting for your call and further instructions.�
Dean flipped the phone closed before his father could reply. Then he bent over and began packing up his stuff. He only stopped when he heard the small, broken voice of his brother trying to cross the distance that he had put between them.
�What did you mean by �I?�� Dean stopped packing and turned around with his t-shirt still clenched between his fists.
�I meant exactly what I said Sammy. I�m going to go see Jonas and you�re going to go back to Stanford and get your degree. This whole thing...� He waved his arm to encompass the faded carpet and smelly bed sheets in the corner of the room. �This isn�t what I wanted for you. You�re supposed to be something Sammy. You�re supposed to do something besides die in a ditch by the side of the road with half of your face missing because of some damn monster. So, yes, I�m going. And I�m going alone.�
He threw his t-shirt into his bag and went to the bathroom to grab his toothbrush and dingy little comb that he had kept since the last rest stop that they had visited. When he was finished with that he dropped the bag beside the front end of his bed and shoved Sam off from it. Before he pulled the covers up he looked Sam right in the eye and for a moment Sam was sure that he was going to apologize. But as quickly as the look of regret came, it was gone again. And all Sam heard before the light went out was a cold, mumbled, �Get some sleep.�
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Sam didn�t even know what to say. After all of the months that they had been on the road, Dean had never once told him to leave. And even though Sam had threatened to leave more than once, he knew in his heart that he could never truly do it. That life was behind him now.
The life that was filled with college buddies and a blossoming romance had died the night that his ex-girlfriend had been burned alive on the bedroom ceiling. And for the third time in his life he had started over again.
Of course the first time that he had started over had been when he was old enough to remember moving to a brand new house when he was four years old. That was when he had started his life of taking orders and becoming a good little soldier.

The second time that he had started over had been when he had gone off to college and met Jessica. He had started on the road to getting his degree and becoming a lawyer and had even decided that Jessica was the one for him. At least that was what he had wanted at the time. After all, in his new life he had no room for lost loves, especially ones that were blood related.
And finally, he had started over for the last time when Dean had pulled him from his burning apartment and they had started out on the road again.
But it wasn�t until the third time, the last time, that Sam had finally realized that this is the way his life was supposed to be. It wasn�t full of orders being barked by a distant father, or a life that was sunshine and daisies and clearly meant for someone else. No. This was a life that was truly perfect. It was filled with a little bit of the darkness that tainted him but it was also filled with the love of the one person that he knew he had always depended on.
So if Dean thought that Sam was just going to go back to college and leave Dean to get swallowed by the dark all by himself then he didn�t know Sam at all.
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When Sam closed his eyes that night he did so with a determination that he wouldn�t allow Dean to step one foot outside the motel room door the next day no matter what.

Unfortunately for him, Dean went to sleep with his own sense of determination. And when Sam woke up in the morning he was met with the sight of an empty bed and a note that told him that if he didn�t take good care of the Impala then Dean was going to come back and chop his balls off.
So of course the first thing that Sam did when he pulled himself out of bed was to get a hammer out of the backseat of the car and smash the side view mirror into oblivion. Then he sat down beside the drivers side and waited for his brother to come back to him.
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Author�s Note 2: Alright, I�m sorry again for the wait. But life interrupted as it so often does and I had to go in for surgery not too long ago. Still not feeling completely up to par but I know I owe it to you guys, my loyal readers, to post this chapter. Hopefully, the next one will be longer. And yes, there will be a next one. Fingers crossed that it will happen soon. Thanks again and don�t forget to review!
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