Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Not mine.
Some mention of SamOC but they won't last.
 
Chapter 2
 
Sam stared at the door in front of him, hesitating in knocking. They hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms and he didn't even know if the older man still lived inside but he didn't know where else to go. By now Dean would have other hunters out looking for the `creature' that had taken his brothers form or whatever he would have told them. He hoped Bobby had gotten his message first and would at least believe enough to watch over Dean for him without trying to second guess why too much. Sam started as the door was flung open and then he was staring up at Cearnach.
 
“Are you coming in or not? I felt your presence three blocks away kid; you really need to work on your shields.” The blonde growled out and Sam's knees buckled in relief, he wasn't being sent away. Cearnach caught him out of reflex.
“Sam? Come on let's get you inside and onto the couch. When was the last time you ate?” Sam shrugged listlessly as he was pretty much tossed onto the couch. That was one thing he would never get used to, the utter strength the Fey possessed. Sam was tall and certainly no light weight especially considering he was a good six inches taller than his host and outweighed him by a good amount in pure muscle and yet Cearnach could toss him around like he weighed nothing.
 
“Don't know. What day is it?” Sam finally answered, still staring at the older Fey. At his answer Cearnach vanished into the kitchen leaving Sam to stare around the living room, nothing had changed in the three years since he had last been there. He started as a bowl of soup was put in front of him but he dutifully began to eat.
 
“Care to tell me what happened?” Sam turned away from Cearnach, unable to look at the other man. Cearnach had always made him feel uncomfortable but now he felt something else and he didn't like it. Cearnach's laughter made him turn back and glare at the other Fey.
“Relax Sam; what you're feeling is naturally. We're both Fey and both very single. Now you know how I felt when you were here last time. Just because we feel the draw doesn't mean we have to act on it. I know you don't look at males like that.” Sam blushed scarlet at that.
 
He wasn't normally attracted to other males but he'd have to blind not to think Cearnach was a very fine specimen of the male gender, no matter what species you were. With or without his glamour Cearnach was breath taking. Long hair the colour of spun gold, eyes that went from ice blue to the colour of the bluest ocean and skin that glowed like moonlight. He was most definitely not hard on the eyes. And they got along pretty well. But Sam had been with Jess last time they had met so he had never said anything. Could Cearnach possibly be interested in him? Sam shook his head to clear those thoughts, his onetime saviour wanted to know what had happened to bring him back to his door.
 
“You know about...about Jess?” He swallowed some more soup and stared at the carpet.
 
“I went straight to Stanford as soon as I hear. I was worried that would break the containment spells on you but you were already gone when I got there.” Sam nodded at that and took a deep breath.
 
“My brother Dean had shown up, said our Dad was missing on a hunt and asked for my help. I agreed to go just for the weekend since I had a law school interview Monday morning. We didn't find him and Dean got me back Sunday night. I didn't notice anything wrong at first. When I heard the shower on I assumed Jess was in there and laid on the bed. Then something dripped onto my face. I looked up and...She looked so scared Cearnach. Then she was gone. Dean had come back; he pulled me out before the fire could get me. It was the demon that killed mom. It took Jess from me and it took Dad too. It possessed him and we didn't notice until it started saying stuff to Dean that Dad never did. Then it attacked us, nearly killed Dean. We all managed to get away but it had a backup plan. A semi hit the Impala, the driver was possessed. Dad and I weren't too bad but Dean fell into a coma and it didn't look good. Then suddenly Dean was awake and pretty much fine and I walk by a supposedly empty room to see Dad dead on the floor. He made a deal with it to save Dean. So it's been just me and Dean the last few months. Then we went up against this nest of vampires, it was a lot bigger than we thought and things went south pretty fast. Dean went down and I...” Sam trailed off, unable to look at Cearnach.
 
“You cracked the spells on you.” Cearnach stated softly and Sam nodded.
 
“They were killing him and I couldn't lose him. But Dean saw me just before he passed out. He didn't remember when he first woke up and I thought I was safe but then something jogged his memory and he pulled his knife on me. But I managed to talk him down, he was practically passed out again by then and he gave me the knife. I thought that meant I had a chance. But when he woke up again...he wouldn't listen, he's stuck on the idea that I'm not Sam and that I've taken his brother somewhere. By now every hunter we know is probably out looking for me so that I can be made to tell where I am.” Sam's hands were shaking around the mug but he refused to cry again. Gentle hands took the mug from him and then he was pulled into a warm embrace. He struggled briefly before giving in and letting go. He was only vaguely aware of Cearnach's gentle voice as he sobbed into the other Fey's shirt before slowly drifting off to sleep, feeling safe for the first time since running from Dean.
 
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Bobby stared at the phone, not sure who to call. He had been on edge since he'd gotten home to find a really weird message on his machine from Sam. If he didn't know better it almost sounded like a permanent goodbye, like Sam was planning on dying. But Dean would have called him if Sam had been that badly injured and Sam wasn't the type to go out and commit suicide. But what could have caused the pain and fear he'd heard in the youngest Winchester's voice? Finally deciding he called Dean's phone, pacing as he waited for him to pick up.
 
“Bobby?” He froze as Dean slurred his name.
 
“Dean? Are you hurt?” Was that why Sam wanted him to check up on Dean? But then where was Sam?
 
“Nope. For a monster it gave pretty good first aide. Why won't it give Sammy back?” Bobby blinked in surprise. Had they been taken by something and then Dean released?
 
“Dean what happened? Where's Sam?”
 
“Don't know. Bastard wouldn't tell. Just cried and said it was Sam but Sammy doesn't glow.” Bobby growled in annoyance, none of what Dean was saying made any sense.
 
“Where are you boy? I'll come help you and we'll find Sam okay?”
 
“Really? You'll help find Sammy?” Bobby swallowed at the hope in Dean's voice.
 
“Of course I will. Now where are you?”
 
Bobby pulled into the parking lot of the hotel four hours later, parking next the Impala. He got out and scanned his surroundings carefully before grabbing his bag. From the way Dean had sounded they wouldn't be getting on the road for at least a day he may as well share the room and keep an eye on the boy. He knocked on the door and stepped back when it swung open. The salt lines were still intact but he still pulled his gun anyway. He moved inside cautiously but all there was to see was a trashed room, empty whisky bottles and Dean Winchester curled up on the bed Sam usually took.
 
“Dean?” He called, not wanting to startle the other hunter. He swallowed past the lump in his throat as a tear stained face slowly turned to him.
 
“Why won't he give Sammy back?” Dean sounded like he was five years old just then and it broke Bobby's heart. He moved over to the bed and sat beside Dean, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
 
“It'll be okay son, we'll find him. Just get some sleep Dean.” Dean stared up at him for a few minutes before slowly drifting off to sleep. Bobby pulled the blankets up over him and then got to studying the room. Sam's bag was missing unless it was still in the car. The first aid kit was out and still open, the remains of various wrappers around the bed closest to the door. So Sam or someone had been there at some point. Looking at Dean he could see the bruises and sure enough there was a sterile pad attached to the back of his head. So Dean had been drinking on top of a head injury, wonderful. Stupid though and Dean knew it. Bobby mentally went over what Dean had said on the phone. For a monster he gave pretty good first aid. But why would the monster of the week take the time to patch Dean up? Unless he'd been so delirious he'd taken Sam for the monster? That could be bad. Even injured and out of his mind Dean was very dangerous so for all he knew Sam could be dead not far from the hotel. Or maybe it had been something like a shape shifter, taking Sam's form and helping Dean to keep its cover. If that were the case they needed to find Sam soon.
 
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Sam stretched as he woke up, immediately knowing where he was just by the feel of the sheets. No one beat the Fey when it came to creature comforts. He froze for a second as his hand brushed skin but then rolled over and snuggled up to the beds other occupant. This was what he'd been craving ever since cracking the spells, he needed physical contact with someone who wouldn't push him away. He felt Cearnach's chuckle through his chest and then they were face to face.
 
“I was wondering when you were going to wake up. You've been going none stop since fracturing the spells haven't you? Your body was beyond exhausted Sam.” Sam shrugged and Cearnach laughed again.
“Grab a shower and I'll get us some breakfast.” His friend stood and Sam couldn't help but stare, he hadn't even noticed they were both naked before.
 
“Join me?” Sam blushed as blurted the offer out but Cearnach turned back to him, staring at him with those incredibly blue eyes.
 
“Not this time Sam. If you ask again in a few days then the answer will be yes.” With that he left the room and a mortified Sam behind. Wrapping the sheet around his waist Sam ran for the bathroom, only relaxing once the warm water was pouring down on him. How could he have asked that? But everything felt so different; he was different, no matter how much he had sworn to Dean that he was still the same Sam he knew deep down that he wasn't. Oh sure his core personality was still the same but without the various spells making him appear and act human he could almost feel his thought processes changing and certain inhibitions all but vanishing. It would be scary if it didn't feel so natural and right. And he was definitely attracted to Cearnach, that was something he could no longer deny but to invite him to share a shower like that? He still had enough human reserve left to feel very embarrassed by that, at least for the moment. Though he had the feeling that would be gone in a few days so they may eventually get that shower and Sam groaned at that thought or more specifically the physical reaction it caused. Reaching for the tap he decided to have a very cold shower.
 
By the time Sam made it out to the kitchen breakfast was ready and waiting. Cearnach smiled at him as he served up two plates and Sam found himself easily smiling back.
 
“Relax Sam; you're still adjusting to being Fey, not human. Things will get easier though you'll probably find it easier to pass as human than most of us do, especially since you haven't fully broken the spells. They're still there but wrapped loosely around you, that's why you still look human or someone would have noticed you on your way here. Use your powers though and they'll be at least temporarily overpowered, revealing your true appearance. But until you adjust you'll have to get used to the mixed signals coming from your mind and body.” Sam nodded in understanding and sat to eat.
 
“So what now?” He finally asked as they were doing the dishes.
 
“Now you learn what it means to be Fey. You must unlearn what you have learned.” Cearnach grinned and Sam laughed.
 
“Whatever you say Yoda.”
 
“Do I look short and green to you?”
 
“Green? No but short...” Sam laughed as Cearnach growled and pounced, managing to run before he could grab him.
 
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“Urgh” Dean clutched his head in agony as the hangover kicked in with a vengeance.
 
“Maybe next time you'll know better than to drink with a head injury.” An amused voice came from the left and he cracked an eye open to make out the blurry form of Bobby standing over him.
 
“Bobby? What're you doing here?” Dean finally managed to open both eyes and slowly accepted the pain pills and water that were held out to him.
 
“Got home from a hunt to find a weird message from Sam so I rang you only to find you drunk and pretty much incoherent. Managed to get your location out of you and showed up to find you drunk off your ass and Sam nowhere in sight with his gear missing. Care to tell me what I missed” Dean groaned as he remembered and then rolled to the side just in time to throw up.
 
“Sam's gone. Something took his place. Don't know what it is. Didn't seem interested in hurting me though, saved me from vampires, patched me up and then ran after I got it with my knife.”
 
“That doesn't make a lick of sense.”
 
“You think I don't know that?” Dean groaned and covered his eyes.
 
“Kept insisting that it was Sam and it acted...it acted so much like him Bobby. I've got to find him Bobby.”
 
“We will Dean. I need to know everything it told you. If we know what we're up against we have a better chance of finding Sam and getting all of us out in one piece.” Dean nodded and pushed himself upwards.
“But first you need a shower and something in your stomach other than alcohol. You're lucky you didn't kill yourself.” Dean let Bobby help him upright but then froze.
 
“You had a message from Sam. When did he leave it?” It would be hard to miss the hope in his voice.
 
“Three days ago. I put it on tape if you want to hear?” Dean nodded, thinking hard. Three days? He swallowed; three days ago would be about when the thing had run. He accepted the small cassette player and hit play. He swayed slightly as the sound of Sam's voice filled the room.
 
“Hey Bobby, it's Sam. Could you...keep an eye on Dean would you? It's complicated. Thanks for being there when we needed you. Bye Bobby.” Dean clung to the sound of his brother's voice like a lifeline. It sounded so much like his Sam but if it was his Sam then where was he? He'd have to be free to call Bobby but hwy hadn't he called Dean? Unless he knew his double would be with him and didn't want to tip it off? And there was no way to track him since the thing had Sam's phone.
 
“Come on Dean, shower time. You stink.” Dean nodded and shuffled into the bathroom.
 
By the time he was dressed Bobby was back with food. Dean sat at the table and ate listlessly.
 
“So was that Sam?” Bobby's question snapped him out of his thoughts.
 
“Three days ago would have been about when the thing left so either it's trying to keep its cover by calling you or Sam somehow got away even if only for a bit and managed to find a phone.”
 
“You keep saying it. So what is it? Shape shifter of some kind?” Bobby questioned, already going over every creature he knew of that could assume someone's appearance.
 
“It said it wasn't. When it was fighting the vampires it was pale and glowed like the moon and you get that ring around it? And it's eyes were weird. There were three ring of colour instead of just one. It had gold, green and brown but the pupil was normal. It still had shaggy brown hair like Sam but it had red and gold through it. And when I say gold I mean gold, not blonde.” Dean tensed as Bobby paled.
“Bobby? Do you know what it is? Would it have...killed Sam yet?”
 
“Dean...boy...what you described...” Bobby couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was it even possible? If it was then Dean was not going to like what he was going to hear.
 
“Bobby!” The older hunter sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
 
“Dean what you just described fits only one being. But I've never heard of one actually being seen.” Dean growled at his stalling.
 
“What is it Bobby?”
 
“Fey. A pure blooded member a faerie. I'm not talking about those cute pictures of tiny things with wings but real a real Fey. Do you know how long it is since there has been a genuine sighting?”
 
“It said something about Fey and um...changeling?” Bobby went white at that.
“What?”
 
“A changeling is what you call a child swapped for another. Dean...if the Fey swapped one of theirs as a baby for your actual brother...In some cultures that is seen as the highest honour, others take precautions to keep it from happening. Did he say why it was done?” Dean stared at Bobby in shock, was it possible the Fey thing was really Sam?
 
“He said he was the only Sam I'd ever known, that Sam was stillborn.” He admitted and Bobby put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
 
“One thing all the legends agree on is that the Fey can't outright lie so if he is Fey and said that exactly then it is the truth.” Bobby grabbed him as Dean swayed in his seat.
 
“You're telling me my brother isn't human, that he isn't my brother?” Dean breathed.
 
“Blood doesn't make family Dean. Whether or not he's your brother depends on how the two of you feel. But if he knew the truth and stuck with you then I think it's safe to say he still looks at you as at least his best friend if not true family.”
 
“Is there any way to know for sure that he is Fey? What if he is something pretending to be Fey and we believe what he says because of the whole Fey can't lie thing?”
 
“There are rituals that will reveal a beings true form. Does he have his...Sam's phone?” Dean nodded.
“Call him. Let him know we want to talk, that I told you some about the Fey. And that we want proof.”
 
“Will he answer? I stabbed him Bobby.”
 
“If he's our Sam he'll answer. That boy couldn't ignore you especially when he knows you're hurt.”
 
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Sam's focus was broken by the ringing of his phone. He shot Cearnach an apologetic look before picking it up and then staring in shock at the caller id.
 
“Sam?”
 
“It's Dean's number.” Sam whispered, heart tight in his chest. No matter what he still loved his brother and always would but he was scared to answer and hear more hatred from him.
 
“Are you going to answer?”
 
“I...”
 
“Sam answer it, he's had time to think. Maybe he's willing to listen now.” Sam nodded mechanically at his friend's advice and hit the answer key, putting the phone to his ear.
 
“Hello?” Sam's voice was shaky.
 
“Hey.” Was the reply but Sam was just glad to hear no obvious scorn or rage.
“So you rang Bobby?” Sam blinked, not expecting that.
 
“You were hurt.” Sam whispered.
 
“I heard the message you left and we've been talking, he's told me some stuff. Like Fey can't outright lie, that true?” Sam felt a small flicker of hope at that. Good old Bobby knowing something about everything.
 
“Yes it is. Fey can't lie, we can twist words but if we give a definite answer it has to be truth.”
 
“Are you my Sammy?” Dean's voice broke on the question and Sam smiled.
 
“Yes Dean, I am your Sammy. I swear it by the Lady. Dean I...”
 
“I want to meet up, me and Bobby. I don't know what to...I need proof that you are Fey not just something pretending to be Fey so I'll believe you. You understand?”
 
“Yeah. Where and when? And can I bring someone? I told you about him, he's the one that found me.” He could hear Bobby and Dean talking but didn't try to hear what they were saying, he had to show he trusted Dean.
 
“Alright. No weapons.”
 
“Okay.” Sam answered instantly. He would never hurt Dean, even in self-defence and Cearnach didn't need weapons to protect himself if it came to that.
 
“How soon can you be at Bobby's?” Sam looked at Cearnach questioningly and the other Fey held up two fingers.
 
“Two days?” Sam offered and heard Dean ask Bobby.
 
“Two days it is.” Sam could hear Dean going to hang up but he didn't want to just yet.
 
“Wait!” He sighed as he heard Dean put the phone back to his ear.
“Are you okay...your head's healing right?”
 
“I'm fine.” Dean answered tersely, obviously still cautious.
 
“Good, that's good. I...I miss you Dean. I'll see you soon.”
 
“Sure.” With that Dean hung up and Sam's phone slipped from his fingers only to be caught by Cearnach. The older Fey scrutinised him carefully.
 
“Are you alright Sam?” Sam smiled at him.
 
“Bobby knows something about the Fey, I have a chance to convince Dean I'm me!” Sam threw himself at Cearnach who easily caught the younger male, returning his enthusiastic hug.
 
“I'm glad, you need him Sam.” Cearnach smiled at him softly.
 
“I need you too.” Sam returned shyly and then moved forward, sealing their lips together. Unlike a human would have Cearnach didn't stiffen for even a second, he responded straight away to Sam's clumsy but earnest kiss.
“So about that shower?” Cearnach laughed and pulled Sam to his feet, leading him to the bathroom.
 
TBC...