Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Not mine.

I think this has been the hardest chapter of this to write.

 

Chapter 11

 

Dean opened his eyes to find Sam staring down at him, a small frown on his face.

 

“Morning Sammy. What's wrong?” He asked and Sam cocked his head before reaching out to trace his face and Dean leant into his touch, easing the frown into a hesitant smile.

“Yeah, it's still me.” Dean said, taking Sam's wrist and moving Sam's hand so he could kiss it, getting him the closest noise Sam made to a laugh.

“Love you.” He whispered and Sam frowned and then smiled, reaching out to trace a shaky heart on Dean's shirt and Dean's eyes went wide. That was new.

“Jim.” He called softly and his Sire appeared quickly.

“Can you do that again Sammy? Show Jim.” Dean said and Sam stared at him, not understanding so Dean took his hand and put it back on his shirt. Sam smiled and traced the shape again before brushing his lips against Dean's briefly. It was very shaky and not fully correct but it was a recognisable shape.

 

“That's great Sam.” Jim praised but there was no understanding in Sam's eyes. Jim reached out gently for Sam's mind, slipping in easily. When he got to Dean's image he was shocked. There was a memory there, it was faint but Sam could obviously access it. It was of Dean holding Sam close in bed. And along with the emotions Sam associated with Dean were two words; Dean and mine. He pulled out and smiled at Sam.

“That's right Sam, Dean is yours.”

 

“Sire?” Dean asked and Jim smiled at him.

 

“It appears Sam's mind is finally beginning to heal. I found a memory of you holding him in bed and attached to you are two words, Dean and mine.” Jim explained and Dean closed his eyes in relief. He opened them again when he felt an urgent hand patting his face and smiled at Sam to reassure him. Sam smiled back and snuggled in, his wings moving to cover them both protectively.

 

“I knew you'd get better Sam, I'm so proud.” Dean whispered as Jim left to prepare their breakfasts.

 

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Dean watched as Jim trained with Bobby, letting it stir up foggy memories of his own training with their Sire. He snarled as the other two tensed and moved into defensive positions.

 

“Dean get Sam down the panic room and stay there.” Jim ordered and Dean opened his mouth to protest staying behind.

“Now.” Jim barked and Dean immediately obeyed that tone. He sped into the house and scooped Sam up; ignoring his fearful cry as he practically jumped down the stairs and then entered the panic room. He laid Sam down on the cot and then shut the door, locking it from the inside. Sam was whimpering in fear behind him as Dean leant his head against the door so he took a deep breath and slowly walked over to join him, sitting down and pulling Sam into his arms.

 

“We're going to be okay Sam; I won't let anyone hurt you.” Dean whispered as he buried his head in Sam's hair. Sam clung to him fearfully as the sounds of fighting reached them.

“Shh, its okay, I've got you.” He whispered. That's when they heard a scream come from Bobby and Sam went rigid in his arms before snarling.

“Sammy?” Dean whispered and then swallowed when Sam turned to him, his eyes almost completely yellow.

 

Sam's wings flapped once and then they were outside standing over Bobby. The demons froze as Sam snarled at them, his wings fully extending behind him. They backed away warily as Sam took a step closer, his movements surer than anything his family had seen since he and Dean had been taken. Dean shivered as he felt the familiar power building around Sam, closing his eyes in reflex to the feel of his Masters power but then he forced them open. Sam wasn't his Master, he was his Mate and he would stand with him. Obviously the demons could feel the power too because they exchanged looks and then vanished. Sam blinked, his eyes once again the odd mix of yellow and hazel as he stared around before whimpering. Dean moved swiftly to his side and Sam clung to him.

 

“It's okay, they're gone. You scared them off.” Dean whispered and Sam stared at him.

“It's okay Sammy.” He assured him and Sam licked his lips, opening his mouth and then shutting it again.

“Sam?” He asked in concern and Sam opened his mouth again a funny little sound coming out and Sam frowned. Dean stopped breathing, it sounded like.....it sounded like Sam was trying to talk.

“It's okay, take it slow.” Sam kept trying and Jim left them to it as he took Bobby inside to tend to his youngest Childe.

 

“D.....D...” Sam frowned and Dean smiled.

 

“It's okay, you're doing great Sammy.” He encouraged, smiling as Sam stuttered for a while and then his heart soared.

 

“Dean.” Sam finally got out; grinning at Dean who hugged him and then kissed him softly.

 

“Yeah Sam, I'm Dean. So proud of you.”

 

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“Dean.” Sam called and Dean grinned as he carried Sam's breakfast tray to him. At least he was finally back on normal, solid foods. Dean sat down beside him and picked up the glass, raising it towards Sam's mouth. Sam watched him closely and Dean smiled to see the curiosity in Sam's eyes. Since that first memory Sam had begun to show more interest in the world around him and he seemed to at least understand some of what they said to him. He'd also regained a few more memories, all of them centred on Dean which made Bobby a bit sad but it was understandable. Dean was just relieved that so far they'd all been happy memories of the two of them together. He didn't know what he'd do if Sam flinched away because he remembered what Dean had done to him. Sam seemed content with only saying his name, he hadn't tried saying any of the small handful of words he'd remembered but Jim was confident that as Sam continued to regain memories he'd start trying other words.

 

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“Are you alright?” Bobby nearly jumped but then nodded in answer to Jim's question.

“He will start remembering you in time Bobby. His memories of Dean are being prompted in part by their bond. He might be a little confused when you look older in the memories but he accepted you before so he'll adjust.” Jim reassured him and Bobby slowly relaxed.

 

“There's so much happening out there, I feel the need to go out and hunt but I can't just leave Sam.” Bobby admitted and Jim nodded.

 

“I know. Azazel may be dead but there are still too many possessed people in power. We won't be safe until they're dealt with. I'm surprised we've only had the one attack, then again Sam did a pretty good job of scaring them off.” Jim confessed. Bobby nodded and went back to his books, trying to find a way to get rid of the demons in the White House without going to DC themselves. Jim settled in to help him.

 

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Dean grinned when Sam wrapped a hand round the glass and pulled it to his mouth. Dean kept a very loose grip on it just in case but Sam seemed to have it under control. When he was done Sam grinned at Dean who smiled back.

 

“Good work Sam.” He cheered and Sam smiled before staring at the other items on the tray. He reached out and clumsily wrapped a hand around the spoon. Dean let him, figuring he could simply clean up any mess that was made. It would be a small price to pay to see Sam trying to do things for himself. Once Sam was done Dean wiped his face over making Sam grimace but he let Dean do it. Dean went to stand and then he found Sam's hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Sam?” Sam licked his lips, apparently working something out in his head.

 

“Mine.” Sam said, tightening his grip on Dean's wrist and the vampire sat back down, cupping Sam's face with his free hand.

 

“Yours Sammy, just like you're mine.” He said and Sam smiled at him, cuddling in close. Dean gave up the idea of putting the dishes back, it could wait till later.

 

TBC...