Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 

Dean sat on Bobby's porch staring out at the rows of wrecks. Everything had changed so fast he just didn't know what to think or feel. Sam, his Sammy, wasn't his brother, wasn't even human. Had his Dad known? He didn't think so; his warning seemed to deal more with what the demon was planning than something like this. Part of him wanted to go back inside and never let Sam out of his sight again but another part wanted to run as far and as fast as he could from Sam.

 

Bobby watched Dean silently, knowing the young man was struggling with everything he had learnt. He wished there was something he could do to make it easier on him but there wasn't. It was weird but after seeing him and then hearing his story he knew the boy was still the Sam they knew. All they had to do now was convince Dean of that.

 

“Nice view.” Dean shot him a glare for his comment as Bobby eased himself down beside the younger hunter.

“You doing okay?” That got a bitter laugh.

 

“Okay? How can I be okay Bobby? My whole life my one job has been to protect my little brother. Except he isn't my brother and he doesn't need my protection. I stabbed him Bobby and all he was trying to do was make sure I was okay. How can he forgive what I did, what I said? But he kept this from me for over a year Bobby. He knew we weren't...that he was...and he never even hinted. Why didn't he tell me?”

 

“Because I was scared I'd lose you.” Dean turned to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“With the way Dad raised us...I was scared and I couldn't watch you turn away. You're my big brother, the one person that's always been there for me and I didn't want to risk it. I'm so sorry; I never meant to hurt you.” Neither brother had noticed when Bobby slipped back inside while Sam was talking. Sam took a step towards Dean and then another when Dean didn't move. Sam was careful to move slowly as he sat down beside Dean on the step.

“Please don't send me away.” Sam begged and Dean finally looked him in the eye.

 

Dean swallowed hard, all he could see was his Sammy in those familiar hazel eyes. His little brother was scared and for once it was him that had put that fear there. With that realisation his defences broke and he wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders, pulling him in so their foreheads touched.

 

“No more secrets Sammy.” Dean stated hoarsely and he felt Sam nod in answer.

 

“Promise.” For once he didn't protest the nickname, he was too happy to hear it again, to know that Dean had accepted him. Not that he believed everything between them had been resolved but it was a start.

 

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“You know that's eavesdropping?” Bobby turned to face Sam's friend at the man's comment.

 

“With those two it's a good idea to watch in case they come to blows.” He answered.

 

“Hmmm.” Bobby studied the older Fey. To think they were thought of as pretty much being only a myth and yet he had known one for years and had another sitting at his kitchen table.

“And your opinion on Samuel's true heritage?” Cearnach's voice was bland but Bobby could hear the concern despite how well hidden it was.

 

“He's still Sam Winchester as far as I'm concerned.” Bobby answered gruffly and the blonde smiled.

 

“Good. He needs his family and you're part of that. Though there is something I need to tell you and you can't tell either of them.”

 

“I won't keep anything harmful from them.” Bobby stated and Cearnach nodded.

 

“It's not but I won't be staying, Sam no longer needs me no matter what he may think and someone around him needs to know.”

 

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Sam smiled as Dean took the offered beer from him and then sat beside his brother again.

 

“Not having one?” Dean asked and Sam shrugged.

 

“I, um, can't get even slightly buzzed form it anymore and actually it tastes kind of bad now. I can still drink it but.” Sam shrugged and Dean frowned.

 

“Well that sucks.” Dean drank some more, discreetly watching Sam from the corner of his eye.

 

“Dude you're staring.” Okay so maybe he wasn't being that discreet.

 

“Where I...is it okay?” Dean motioned towards Sam's stomach with his bottle.

 

“Not a mark, it was healed before the knife was even away from me. I'm pretty hard to kill now.” Sam admitted quietly and Dean nodded.

 

“Good to know. Don't think it means you're taking point on hunts though.” Dean grumbled and Sam flashed him a brilliant smile.

 

“Whatever you say Dean.” They sat in silence for a while.

 

“So...any visions? Hints of where to next?” Dean watched as Sam frowned.

“Sam?”

 

“I haven't had a vision since...since I cracked the spells.” Sam answered slowly.

 

“Not even a dream?” Dean was surprised but happy. Did that mean Sam was safe now from what their Dad had feared?

 

“Nothing. I've been so busy practising with my powers I didn't even notice.”

 

“We'll be talking about those later.” Dean stated and Sam nodded, he'd promised no more secrets after all.

 

“Come on, maybe Cearnach or Bobby will have an idea.” Sam stood and held a hand out. Dean sighed but held his up and let Sam pull him up; surprised by the ease with which Sam did so. Seeing his surprise Sam smirked.

“Want me to toss the Impala?”

 

“You could?” Dean's jaw pretty much dropped though he tried to cover it immediately.

 

“Yeah, super strength is all part of being Sidhe. Come on.”

 

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“Tell me everything you know about this demon.” Cearnach demanded and even Dean could see the concern in his eyes.

 

“When I was six months old he killed out mom in my nursery. Pinned her to the ceiling above my crib, slashed her stomach open and then burnt her. Year and a half ago he did the same thing to my girlfriend Jess. He has yellow eyes and isn't bothered by Holy Water. Did a pretty good job of pinning us to walls and tearing up Dean's insides while it was possessing Dad. We think...we think Dad made a deal with it to save Dean. It has a daughter we call Meg.” Sam looked at Dean to see if he'd missed anything.

 

“Pretty sure it has the colt now. And it seems to want Sam pretty badly. Dad...before he died Dad said...that if I couldn't save Sam I'd have to kill him.” Sam went white at that and Dean looked away.

 

“What? Why?” Sam's hands were shaking slightly.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

 

“Because if I told you it would make it real! And there was no way I'd have to do it anyway. That bastard is not getting you Sam.” Dean answered back and Sam slumped in his chair.

 

“I think I know which demon you're talking about and if that's the case I know why you haven't had any visions.” All attention was on Cearnach.

“His name is Azazel and he's pretty high up there in the hierarchy. It also means it's a good thing you're Sidhe Sam or you would be in big trouble. See Azazel picks certain children every few generations, those he thinks show promise and then he feeds them his blood when they are six months old. If interrupted whoever finds him dies the way your mother did.” Sam fell off his chair in shock, interrupting Cearnach's explanation.

 

“Sammy?” Dean was at his side instantly and Bobby was very happy to see that Dean had accepted Sam so quickly after everything had been explained.

 

“That thing fed me its blood?” Sam gasped out and Cearnach nodded.

 

“That's why I said you're lucky to be Sidhe. With the spells still new and at full strength he must have thought you were human or he would have just killed you. As long as the spells kept your Sidhe blood hidden his blood was free to float around and serve its purpose but once the spells were cracked your Sidhe blood would have attacked it and burnt it out. To my knowledge no one knows what his plans are or why he chooses the children he does except that one of the parents had to have made a deal ten years before hand. Whatever he wanted you for Sam can't happen, he has no hold on you now. But that doesn't mean he's not dangerous. He may try to kill you now that you're not one of his chosen. You need to be careful, even once all your powers have been mastered he will still be far more powerful than you. Understand?” Cearnach did not like this development but there was not much he could do other than try to find more information for them and hope they took his warning seriously.

 

“I understand. I don't plan to go toe to toe with him ever, not without the colt.” Sam said and Cearnach nodded.

 

“How do you know so much about him?” Dean asked as he finally stopped hovering over Sam.

 

“I'm a lot older than I look Dean and the Fey have always kept an eye on the higher ranked demons. Our Courts may not be a part of your realm but they are still linked to it and we do not like demons. Azazel has been doing this for a long time, we've had time to gather information but we still don't know what his end purpose is.”

 

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“You're leaving.” Cearnach closed his eyes at the pain he heard in Sam's voice but this was what had to happen.

 

“You have your family back Sam and there is nothing left for me to teach you. The rest of your powers will reveal themselves in time and their use will be instinctive.” He explained calmly, not wanting Sam to know how much leaving him hurt.

 

“That's it! But...what about?” Cearnach took a deep breath and finally turned to face Sam.

 

“We both knew what we were getting into Samuel. You're other half is out there and mine is dead. What we had was nothing more than comfort and companionship.” Cearnach got into the car and started the engine.

 

“You're leaving, even if I showed up at the apartment it would be empty wouldn't it?”

 

“Goodbye Samuel.” Sam stumbled back from the car as Cearnach floored the accelerator.

 

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“You okay?” Sam turned to look at Dean and then nodded.

 

“Guess I thought he'd stay. There's still so much I don't know.” Sam admitted quietly.

 

“You'll figure it out geek boy. You always do.” Sam gave him a grateful smile and Dean smiled back.

“You don't have to wear that glamour thing all the time if you don't want to. Not like you have to hide from me or Bobby.” Dean offered him that even though seeing Sam like that made him uncomfortable he wanted Sam to know he was trying. Sam just smiled and shook his head.

 

“We wear glamour for a reason Dean. Didn't you notice Bobby's reaction when I was in the circle? I don't need you two so bespelled you can't think.”

 

“Huh. I didn't notice anything. I mean sure you look different and glow but bespelled?” Dean shot him a puzzled look and Sam frowned.

 

“You mean it didn't affect you?” But how?

 

“Not that I noticed. Try again, see if it was a one off thing? Might be important later on.” Dean asked and Sam nodded slowly.

 

“Okay, but the instant you start reacting it goes back on.” Dean nodded and Sam closed his eye, focusing on his magic. He opened them once he felt it slip from his skin. He watched Dean carefully as the older man stared at him.

“Dean?”

 

“You glow, kind of like a giant sized nightlight.”

 

“Dean! You don't feel like falling at my feet or doing anything I ask?” Sam shifted nervously.

 

“Nope. Think you're broken?”

 

“From Bobby's reaction earlier hardly. You don't feel anything?”

 

“Well....don't take this the wrong way or anything but um.., you're beautiful. And that sounds so wrong.” Dean shook his head and Sam laughed.

 

“So apparently you're immune to me, that's good to know.”

 

“Yeah. So about those powers we were going to talk about?”

 

TBC...