Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3

 

Cearnach smiled down at the body sprawled beneath him and Sam smiled back before their lips clashed again, tongues duelling for dominance. The blonde fey knew this would be their last time together, tomorrow they would be at Singer's Salvage and Sam would return to his family. But for tonight Sam was his and he was going to make the most of that. The containment spells had finally snapped completely yesterday when they had showered together and Sam had already mastered using personal glamour to appear human again. But as their kisses continued the glamour was stripped from both of them, the glow of their skin melding together and bathing the hotel room in an eerie light as their bodies moved together on the bed.

 

It was considered a great honour to be a young Fey's introduction into their sexual maturity and Cearnach was very happy to have that honour with Samuel. Sam was the first touch of Sidhe flesh he'd had in over a century and it was a heady experience, one that would haunt him for the rest of his immortal life unless his banishment was lifted. Perhaps it was selfish of him to keep Sam's existence to himself, but Sam would never survive life in either court, despite being a hunter he was simply too caring and naive. Cearnach would teach Sam everything he needed and wanted to know and then he would step back for the one he knew Sam truly belonged with even if neither of them realised it yet.

 

Samuel had adapted incredibly fast to the changes he had undergone physically and mentally, faster than any changeling he had ever seen or heard of. Perhaps it was because he was so experienced with the supernatural already? But that just made teaching him all the more enjoyable. Though none of Sam's powers seemed to be based in sex, so far, he was a sensual creature like all of their kind were. And it showed in the way he responded to Cearnach's touch despite never having had a male lover before.

 

Later as they lay together on the bed Cearnach held him close and desperately wanted to hate Dean Winchester for what he was taking from him.

 

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Bobby watched as Dean paced the room, waiting for the arrival of their `guests'. The house's wards had been reinforced and extra traps set up. There was also a new circle marked on the floor, the spell to reveal a beings true form. He was a bit worried that `Sam' was bringing another with him, it meant a harder fight if things went nasty and that if he was Sam maybe they had lost his trust. Dealing with Dean the last few days had not been fun either. He'd been incredibly moody and very easy to anger but Bobby couldn't really blame him. With John dead Sam was the only family Dean had left and family was everything to the boy. But even if it was Sam and he was Fey could Dean handle the fact that they weren't actually brothers and that Sam had kept it from him for over a year of hunting together? Though he'd been watching Dean when he'd put the phone back to his ear and something in his eyes when he'd said he was healing fine...maybe, just maybe he could handle it.

 

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Sam fidgeted in the passenger seat as they pulled into Bobby's yard. It was a very human thing to do but he couldn't help it, he was scared about what was going to happen inside. Cearnach reached over and placed his hand over Sam's, offering support and comfort before opening his door and stepping out of the car. Sam shook his head as he got out of the Mazda MX-5, he was positive they had broken the speed limit at least five times on the way from California but they hadn't been caught once. He guessed when you lived for millennia you didn't care about how much your transport cost or little things like speeding tickets. Sam took a deep breath and smoothed his shirt down nervously before heading for the porch. The door opened before they reached it to reveal Bobby armed with a shotgun. Sam managed a small smile for the old family friend.

 

“Hey Bobby.” The older man nodded and motioned for them to move forward. This close Sam could feel the power from Bobby's wards and it sent a shiver down his spine but he walked into the house, easily stepping over the salt line and through the first devil's trap, Cearnach following him. Sam froze as soon as he saw Dean, Cearnach giving him a gentle push forward so that he could move fully into the room too. Dean looked like he hadn't slept or really eaten since Sam had left him and that made Sam feel ill. He hated what his secret had done to his brother.

“Hello Dean.” Sam greeted softly but Dean didn't respond, instead his hands balled into fists and Sam looked down.

 

“Since Sam doesn't seem to be doing the introductions my name is Cearnach. You two are obviously Bobby Singer and Dean. Sam speaks highly of you both.” Cearnach inclined his head respectfully, knowing that for Sam's sake he had to make a good impression. Cearnach's gaze focused on the floor.

“A revealing spell? Good work. I assume that is to test we are who and what we say we are?”

 

“Yep. Mind stepping in?” Bobby's gun was still held steady but Dean's hands were empty. Sam and Cearnach exchanged a look before Sam stepped forward and into the circle. He shifted in distress as he felt the magic flow over him and then rip his glamour from him, making him stumble slightly. Bobby's gasp let him know the spell had worked.

 

Bobby couldn't help staring at the being inside the circle, his gun slowly dropping towards the floor. The features where still Sam's but more defined and well...beautiful than Sam the human had ever been. He was also exactly how Dean had described.

 

“Sam? That's really you boy?” Bobby could barely get the words out.

 

“It's me Bobby, I swear it.” Sam answered softly, being careful not to move and startle the hunter. Bobby just continued to stare at him until Cearnach pushed the younger fey from the circle and his glamour activated instinctively. As the glow vanished Bobby shook his head and blinked rapidly.

 

“There's a reason we use glamour Samuel.” Cearnach chastised gently and Sam blushed.

 

“Sorry Bobby.” Sam mumbled, embarrassed and Bobby just nodded. Cearnach stepped into the circle just long enough for his glamour to reveal his glow and then stepped out of it.

“Any other proof you want to prove we're Fey?” Sam asked and Bobby shook his head, finally putting the shotgun down.

 

“You're Fey alright. Dean's told me what you told him but I want to hear the story for myself.” Bobby told them, motioning for them to follow him into the kitchen.

“Coming Dean?” Bobby's question made Dean start and finally look at them. Sam hated himself for the lost look on his brother's face, automatically taking a step towards him and then freezing as Dean staggered back several steps.

 

“Dean?” Sam's voice was barely above a whisper as he held a shaking hand out to Dean, praying that he would take it. But Dean simply moved around him cautiously, never getting within arms reach. Cearnach placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and Sam couldn't help the small shudder that wracked his body.

 

“It will be okay Sam.” His friend whispered too softly for human hearing before steering him towards the kitchen.

 

Dean felt like his mind was caught in a fog as he watched the two men enter the house. He didn't respond to the greeting at all, he couldn't. He felt his hands ball into fists, not sure who he was most angry at but Bobby had been very clear that hitting anyone would not help things at all and could actually get them both killed so he held still as the one that looked like Sam stepped into the spell circle. All he could do was stare as the figure from his nightmares was revealed. He swallowed hard as he stared at the glowing figure across the room, not really listening to what was being said. Now that he could really look without a fight or head injury interfering he could see the similarities to his Sammy and that scared him. Was this really his baby brother?

 

Dean honestly didn't know what to think or feel. He was angry and scared and thankful all at once and it was just too much. Bobby's voice startled him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see the three of them heading for the kitchen. But as the Sam creature stepped towards him he went to move away only to stagger as he couldn't quite get his footing. He stared as a shaking hand was extended towards him even as his name was whispered but he just couldn't do it. He moved cautiously around the two beings and slipped into the kitchen without turning his back on them. He sat down mechanically beside Bobby, leaving the chairs opposite for the other two.

 

“So start explaining.” Sam was surprised to see some sympathy in the old hunters eyes as he asked for the explanation and that gave him hope that Bobby really believed he was Sam.

 

“When I was at Stanford I went on a hunt, werewolf. I got it but it managed to do a number on me and I passed out from blood loss. Cearnach found me nearly dead and took me back to his place. When I woke up three days later my injuries were almost healed thanks to his skills and magic. I...” Sam looked at Cearnach for help and the older man took over.

 

“I'd been after the werewolf myself and was very surprised to find it dead not far from a dying human. It wasn't until I was at Sam's side that I realised he wasn't as human as he appeared. I burnt the corpse and then took Samuel with me. He nearly died several times over those three days but he pulled through. When he woke up he was understandably rather suspicious of me but accepted my help since he was still too weak to do much by himself. Once he was settled comfortably I shocked him rather well by asking why he was out hunting a werewolf alone. Listening to him try and deny it was rather amusing.” That comment earnt him a glare from Sam and a muffled laugh from Bobby. Dean remained silent.

“When he realised it had only been three days Sam was rather wary like any good hunter should be and confronted him. So I told him what I was and that I had been out hunting the werewolf myself.”

 

“That wasn't too hard to accept, I'd read about the Fey before so I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was when Cearnach asked why I was pretending to be human that things got...interesting.”

 

“You threw a fit Sam.” Cearnach corrected only to get elbowed for his troubles.

 

“I did not. I just did what anyone would do and refused to believe you when I knew I was human. Okay I flat out refused to listen and insisted you take me to a hospital but that does not count as a fit.”

 

“To prove what I was saying we had to do a lot of digging. Since Sam's earliest memories were of your family we ended up getting his birth records and that is where we learnt the truth.” Cearnach explained and then looked at Sam to continue.

 

“There are two birth certificates for the day I was born. One has a death certificate dated only seconds after birth and the other is mine. The first one lists Mary and John Winchester as parents but doesn't name the child, guess they didn't see a point putting a name down for the dead child.” Sam explained softly and then stopped, refusing to look up.

 

“From what we gathered a newborn had been abandoned at the hospital not even an hour before the Winchester's arrived. When their baby was born dead someone decided to switch the babies for a reason we will never know.” Cearnach picked up where Sam had left off.

 

“But why was he abandoned in the first place?” Bobby asked.

 

“Twenty three years ago there was a period of...unrest in the courts. Without knowing who his birth parents are it's impossible to be certain but it would have been to protect him. Either because they were implicated in the troubles or because they broke the rules and had a child of both courts. Unless Sam shows definite traits from both courts or his parents suddenly show up there is no way to know.”

 

“Is that why you haven't gone to one of these courts?” Bobby asked, knowing Dean needed to hear the answer.

 

“No. I've never considered leaving.”

 

“Why not?” Dean's question earnt him some surprised looks but at least he'd finally spoken.

 

“Because this is my home and the only family I've ever known. It doesn't matter to me who gave birth to me, you're my family Dean. Only one I want.” Sam admitted quietly, trying to catch Dean's gaze but his brother didn't look at him. Dean stood up and headed outside but when Sam went to follow Bobby placed a restraining hand on him. Sam looked at him in surprise and hope and Bobby smiled at him.

 

“Give him time boy. Your brother may be pig headed but he loves you.” With that Bobby followed Dean outside and Sam sank back into his chair out of shock. Bobby believed him and still cared about him. He looked over at Cearnach and grinned. Maybe, just maybe it would all work out.

 

TBC...