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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. I only own Nate and Rachael. Life just sucks like that sometimes doesn�t it? Anyways, I also do not own the title of this chapter, and I can�t tell you who does. Sorry.

Pairings: Sam/Dean, Wincest. If you don�t like it then you wouldn�t be reading it!
Summary: Sam heads to Maine to find Dean. Meanwhile, Dean meets up with someone unexpected and starts to really question whether he made the right decision.
Author�s Note: Wow I can�t believe I actually completed another chapter already. Apparently my muse took a vacation and just recently arrived home. Yeah Muse! Anyways, I hope you all like this chapter enough to review again!
Thank you to those of you who have reviewed previously and I�m sorry I haven�t been able to thank you all personally! You guys make my day, week and month! Now, here we go�

Only the Good Die Young
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Gorham, Maine.
When Dean had told his Father that he would take care of the Poltergeist he had figured that he would be going somewhere remote, somewhere that he could rest a little and take care of the damn thing quietly. Instead he sent him to the middle of a damn college town where, as beautiful as it was, was not going to be anywhere near mentally relaxing or low-key.
�Christ Dad what the hell were you thinking?�
Dean sighed as he rolled down the window of the sedan he was now riding in and stuck his head out the window a little ways. Once he realized that there weren�t any signs pointing in the direction of campus living he decided to go for the direct approach.
�You wouldn�t happen to know where the University is, would you?�
The driver that had picked him up looked at him kind of funny at first before asking him �Where did you say you were from again?� before proceeding to drive through the intersection once the light had turned green. Once he got to the top of the hill he took a left and ended up turning into the University drive about 400 more feet up the road. He stopped to let a few students cross the road and pulled up to a building reading �Bailey Hall.�
Dean grabbed his stuff out of the backseat and discreetly readjusted the knife in his back pocket before getting out of the car.
�Hey, thanks for the ride man, I know you had someplace else to be.�
The guy, who looked no older than 23 just nodded and waved off the appreciation. �It�s no problem, I figured you could use the help.�
Dean frowned slightly and leaned in through the open window. He took a harder look at the guy that he had been riding with for the better part of two hours. The kid looked normal enough, but the way that he had mentioned help kind of had Dean�s hackles raised. �What did you say your name was again?�
�Nate.� A simple answer with no further elaboration on the kid�s part and something definitely felt off. Dean took another look around the inside of the car. At first glance it was just another sedan filled with old food wrappers and empty soda bottles. Nothing peculiar there, but as Dean inspected it more carefully he noticed a rip in the seam of the drivers side door that he hadn�t seen before. Apparently he had lost his edge if he could have missed something like that. Sam really had him thrown for more of a loop than he thought.
�Something the matter?� Nate smiled quietly and Dean noticed then that he didn�t look quite as young anymore. It was something about the eyes, he had seen that look before. It was like a hardness had settled in there, like the kid had seen too much, too fast.
That was when it hit him. He recognized that look because he saw it every time he looked in a mirror. But for some reason that familiarity still wasn�t enough to put him at ease and the kid seemed to pick up on that.
He sighed a little as he turned the radio back on. Then he pointed toward the large building looming on his left. �That�s Bailey Hall, and if you follow that path there it will lead you to the dining hall. You should be able to find what you�re looking for there.� The kid�s eyes never found their way back to Dean�s face and Dean wanted to know why.
�Who are you?� His voice sounded like razors but he didn�t really care. He wanted to know what the hell was going on because he knew there was more to this then Nate was saying.
�You really haven�t figured it out yet? I�m surprised, normally people like you are better than that.�
�People like me?� Dean�s hand had inched it�s way towards his knife while he tried to keep the kid distracted with more words.
�Hunters.� The kid�s eyes came back to settle on him and he had his own knife in hand before Dean had even blinked. The kid just stared at Dean for a minute before his soft voice spoke out again. �Don�t.�
Dean wasn�t sure whether or not the kid was talking about the knife or the questions that he wanted to ask. So he stayed silent but kept his hand within reaching distance.
�I�m not here to hurt you. I just thought that since we both shared a common goal that you might need a hand. Usually people like us don�t travel alone. It�s not smart.� His voice trailed off a little and when it came back there was a hint of sadness and a lot of remembrance lacing it. �No one to burn your body if you do it alone.�
Dean just continued to stare. When it was clear that the kid wasn�t going to say anything more Dean decided that it was time to break the silence. �So who do you hunt with?�
The kid�s head jerked slightly as he seemed to come back to himself. He regarded Dean for a moment before relaxing and motioning Dean back into the car. �Why don�t you hop back in and we�ll get something to eat. There won�t be many students out this late at night anyways, so I doubt you�ll get any useful information. Tomorrow morning there will be a lot more sources.�
Dean hesitated. Was he really going to get back into a car containing a guy that moved quicker with a knife than he did?
The answer was yes. If there was one thing Dean wasn�t going to do it was allow this guy to intimidate him. Besides, he was in a win-win situation really. If the guy really was a hunter like himself then he could spend the night doing something other than thinking about Sam, and if he was just a crazy, knife wielding serial killer then he could always subdue him and turn him over to the police later.
So, mind made up, he got back in the car and slammed the door harder than he really needed to. �If this is some kind of sick joke I am seriously going to kick your ass dude.�
The kid just chuckled and turned the car around, all the while shaking his head and smiling at his �luck.�
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Sam was packed and loaded into the Impala before the phone had even finished shutting off. He left a wad of cash on the table for the maid to find and then hightailed it out of the parking lot before anyone was the wiser.
It was when he had made it through three states and stopped at a gas station for a real map that it finally dawned on him how big the state of Maine was. And he hadn�t even bothered to ask Jonas which town Dean was in. God, this week just kept getting better and better.
So, after he had managed to connect his head with the hood several times he pulled out his lap top and decided to do something intelligent for the first time in a week. �Dean would be having a field day right now.� Sam smiled slightly at the thought of his brother laughing his ass off at him. Then he remembered that it was Dean who was causing the problem in the first place and his smile quickly vanished only to be replaced with an angry grimace.
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Dean took another drink of his Coke before settling more comfortably onto the bench beneath him. They had managed to find a local Subway down the street that was still open and had ordered a couple of subs before sitting down in silence.
It didn�t last long though. �So, do you want to tell me who you really are or am I just supposed to guess?� The kid chewed on the food in his mouth for another second before sighing, setting down his sandwich and leaning back on the bench as well.
�I told you already, I�m a hunter. Like you.�
Dean snorted. �Yeah I heard you, but how am I supposed to believe that you just happened to be on the same road I was at the same time, in the same profession no less, by chance.� The kid shook his head and smiled. Dean was not amused. �Stop that.�
That just made the kid smile wider and take a sip of his own drink. �You�re not. It wasn�t chance Dean, hardly anything where hunters are involved is. I knew you would be on that road, at that time, just like I know that your name is Dean Winchester and you have a brother named Sam.�
That had Dean standing and grabbing the front of the kid�s shirt before he even had time to think. �You think this is a game you little asshole!� His shout filled the small sub shop and had the employees moving quietly into the back room. Better safe than sorry.
�Calm down idiot before they call the cops on us.� With that said the kid swiftly knocked one of Dean�s knees out and he fell unceremoniously back onto the bench. The kid fixed his jacket before sitting back down himself. �This is anything but a game Dean.�
�Then tell me how you know all of that stuff. And don�t bullshit me.� The kid narrowed his eyes slightly and wrapped up the rest of his sandwich staring at it longingly before folding it closed.
�I know the same way that your brother knows stuff Dean. I can see it in my head before it happens.�
Dean just stared at him before swiftly punching Nate in the face. Nate sputtered indignantly for a moment before glaring at Dean through a quickly swelling eye. �What the fuck was that for!�
Dean just shook his head and threw up his hands. �Why the hell didn�t you say anything earlier you moron! I thought you were some kind of stalker or something!�
Nate just gaped at him before politely asking the only remaining employee if he could have some ice. She looked at him dubiously for a moment before agreeing and bringing him over a cup full. He held some to his face for a moment before regaining enough of his cool to speak.
�I thought it might be funny to see where your head took you in forms of scenarios.� He grumbled angrily as the melting ice leaked into his swollen eye.
�Well then I guess we know how funny I think you are.� Dean smiled before inhaling the rest of his sandwich and throwing away his rubbish, all the while laughing while wondering how this kid had survived as long as he had without getting eaten.
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Sam ran his hands through his hair as he frowned down at the computer screen. Two hours and he still hadn�t found anything that remotely resembled what he was looking for. He was even starting to wonder whether Jonas had lied to him about where Dean had gone just to get him off the phone. Sam hoped that for Jonas� sake that wasn�t true because he wasn�t in the mood to deal with betrayal again so soon.
He stretched for a moment before fastening his eyes onto an article in the Portland Press Herald from a week ago. Something about two mysterious deaths at a fraternity house. He scrolled down a little further and continued reading.

Police are still searching for any new leads that could help them to explain the death of two young college students who were found pinned to the ceiling of one of the University of Southern Maine�s Gorham fraternity houses. As of yet no suspects have been identified and police are still baffled by the manner in which the bodies were found having been discovered pinned to the ceiling by a variety of hunting arrows. Local sport and game retailers are currently being questioned.

Sam quickly scanned the rest of the article before closing his lap top with a smile. So Dean was in Gorham, Maine. That meant that at his current speed Sam could reach him in a matter of days. �God help you when I find you Dean because it�s not going to be pretty.� That being said Sam set the lap top on the passenger seat and started up the Impala.
�Next stop, Maine.�
The sound of squealing tires and the smell of rubber filled the air as a black shadow quickly made it�s way to the horizon.
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�So how long have you been �Psychic Boy�?� Nate just scowled at him as he tried to maneuver the car through traffic with only one good eye.
�About two years actually. My sister and me were on the trail of a black magic practitioner and I got the biggest damn headache of my life in the middle of traffic. It was like I was driving and suddenly�I could see the bitch in my head, you know? Like a movie playing, but a hell of a lot more painful.�
Nate smiled slightly at the memory. �So I called my sister to tell her where I thought the evil bitch was hiding.� He looked at Dean then before continuing, �You know, whenever we weren�t together we would call each other constantly to let the other know where we were. Just to be safe. That way if one of us got killed then the other would know where to find the body to take care of it properly. To salt and burn it and stuff.� He looked away and started picking at the rubber on the steering wheel. �I saw her Dean. She thought I was in trouble so she went to the warehouse to find me. What I hadn�t seen when I got hit with the vision was that the bitch was summoning a Kryos daemon�Rachael never had a chance.�
He laughed suddenly and Dean almost jumped at the change in tone. �Life sucks like that sometimes though, huh? I can see the future but I can�t do anything to stop it.� Silence reigned as Dean tried to think of something to say.
Unfortunately, with Dean distracted he wasn�t able to stop the kid from punching the dashboard hard enough to crack the plastic. The sound of bones crunching and blood flowing filled the air but Nate didn�t make a sound.
�Shit man.� Dean grabbed a spare shirt off of the backseat and used it to wrap the kid�s hand before helping him to steer the car to the side of the road.
�Doesn�t even hurt.� Nate mumbled quietly. Dean just pressed down harder.
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About ten minutes later Nate removed his hand from Dean�s grip and used it to open the passenger side door. Dean hadn�t even noticed until then that they had pulled into a local motel parking lot and he was even more surprised when the kid started pushing on his shoulder. Dean glared at him like he was stupid.
�I don�t think so, dumbass. Somebody has to drive you to a hospital because I�m pretty sure you just broke your damn hand.� Nate just kept pushing until Dean was stumbling out of the car. Once he was clear of the door he closed it soundly and tossed Dean his stuff before starting the engine again. But instead of taking off the car just idled quietly.
�I�m not the stupid one Dean. You are. Walking around like your half dead and acting as though nothing is wrong and you can take on the world all by yourself. Well guess what Dean, you can�t do it alone. You�re not immortal man. You need him. Evil won�t care whether or not you think you can do it on your own. It will just kill you no matter how stubborn you are.� Nate put the car into gear and met Dean�s eyes for one last time. �Go find your brother Dean. Find him so that at least somebody will know where to find your body if you get your ass killed one of these days.�

And then he was gone. Just like that. And Dean was left standing in the middle of the parking lot covered in someone else�s blood with a head full of �what-ifs.� Like what-if Dean had been Nate and Sam had been Rachael.
A cold feeling settled in his chest as his mind brought him to his worst nightmare. A bleeding, broken Sam with no one to help him. No one to save him when real Evil finally came calling.
Dean walked numbly toward the check-in desk as his head filled with thoughts of dead bodies and blood. Of an emptiness so vast that light couldn�t even escape anymore.
When had he fallen so far that he couldn�t even see Sam�s light anymore? That he would push away the one good thing he had because he couldn�t find his way out of the dark.
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Author�s Note: Okay, that was hard. I hope I didn�t lose you all in the angst! But it will get better eventually I promise. I just wanted to say that I love Gorham so I just had to put it in here. If you�ve never been there then you have to make a trip, it�s absolutely beautiful. All of Maine is really. Anyways, next chapter I am going to try and get into dealing with the Poltergeist, and Sam trying to find Dean. Wish me luck! I will try to get it out while my muse is still with me. Thanks again for reading this!
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