Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Never has been and never will be mine.

 

Chapter 5

 

Sam fidgeted slightly and Dean shot him a look. He didn't like the fact that discussing his powers was making Sam nervous. Just what could he do?

 

“Sam?”

 

“Okay. Well, you know I'm really strong and hard to kill. Glamour means I can pretty much look however I want.” Sam paused and Dean looked at him curiously. Sam could look however he wanted? That could be very useful on hunts.

“I can create illusions too but they're not very good yet. Cearnach said they'll get better the more I practice.”

 

“Illusions like what?” Dean asked and Sam closed his eyes in concentration. He opened them and grinned at Dean.

“What?”

 

“Take a look.” He turned Dean around so that his brother could see his reflection in a small mirror Bobby had hanging on a wall for some reason and then burst out laughing at Dean's horrified look.

“So...should I call you Deana now?”

 

“Not funny, very useful but not funny Sam. Stop it please?” Sam smiled and dropped the illusion much to Dean's relief.

 

“You know what it means? We don't have to be on the run anymore Dean. With fake ids and a new look we don't have to worry about the police while working a job. We could even take a vacation at some point without worrying.” Sam offered hesitantly and Dean grinned.

 

“Not a bad idea. Anything else?”

 

“Not yet. Those are just the basic powers. I should develop family based ones within the next few years. Technically they should have appeared during puberty but the containment spells were still intact so...depending on what powers I develop it could get a bit odd.”

 

“We'll deal with any oddness that shows up just like we dealt with your visions.” Dean told him and Sam nodded. He was glad that Dean was being so accepting of what he was. He didn't know what had made Dean acknowledge that he was Sam and still pretty much the same person he'd always known but he was glad it had happened. He shuffled closer to Dean while trying to look like he wasn't doing anything but Dean still caught him and raised an eyebrow. Sam looked down.

“Sammy? Everything okay?” Sam nodded and Dean sighed.

“Sam.”

 

“It's nothing Dean.” Sam tried to assure him.

 

“Thought we agreed on no more secrets?” Sam flushed in embarrassment.

“Sam please.”

 

“Dean I...I don't know how to.” Sam admitted. He knew Dean hated what he termed chick-flicks and to find out how much Sam needed something that would fit in that category?

 

“Just tell me.” Dean insisted.

 

“Fey are very...tactile beings. We need touch, a lot Dean. It's like this craving, I need contact and it...it almost hurts not to have it.” Dean's eyes were wide as he stared at him.

 

“What sort of contact?” Why did this seem worse than learning Sam had powers and stuff now? He really wasn't big on physical contact beyond the playful hits and shoves that naturally occurred between siblings. Okay the occasional quick hug when Sam really needed it wasn't too bad either but Sam craving contact?

 

“Skin on skin. Hugs are really good but sitting so that our arms brush helps. I'm sorry Dean, I won't push this on you, I can deal.”

 

“But you crave it and you said it's almost painful.” Dean wanted to be certain about that and Sam nodded. He may hate chick-flick moments but he was not letting Sam live with that craving. Sam stiffened and then relaxed totally as Dean hesitantly hugged him close. He brought his arms up to return the embrace, enjoying the feeling of being protected that always came with Dean's infrequent hugs.

“You need it then you get it, simple as that.” Dean stated firmly and Sam curled into him, smiling up at him in thanks.

 

“Everything alright?” Dean tensed at Bobby's question but didn't release Sam.

 

“Everything's fine Bobby. Turns out Sam's a bit more of a girl than even I thought though.” Sam hit him lightly, pulling away.

 

“Jerk. Just another species quirk Bobby. Sorry.”

 

“You've got nothing to be sorry about Sam. You, uh, don't need to hug everyone do you?” The brother's stared at Bobby and then burst out laughing at the look on his face.

 

“Don't worry Bobby you're safe.” As Bobby relaxed Sam grinned.

“For now.”

 

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Dean stood and stretched. They'd gone back inside a few hours ago and Bobby had grilled up some steaks for dinner. Sam had stared mournfully at their beers but had stuck to water. He'd have to do something about finding some sort of alcohol that Sam would like and could help him relax a little. It was no fun if he couldn't get Sammy drunk anymore. But it was now nearing midnight and he was exhausted. From the way Sam was slumping in his chair he was too.

 

“Come on, time to get some sleep.” Dean told him and Sam looked up at him uncertainly. Dean frowned at Sam's expression and tilted his head, silently asking for an explanation.

 

“Where am I sleeping?” Sam asked and Dean swallowed. He knew he'd hurt Sam by refusing to listen and then backing away when Sam had arrived. Not to mention he had tried to gut his baby brother so really Sam's uncertainty did kind of make sense. While Dean had shown he still cared and all by hugging Sam during the day that didn't mean he trusted him to sleep in the same room and Sam knew that.

 

“Where you always sleep.” Dean said simply and held out his hand. Sam took his hand and Dean pulled him to his feet.

“Get going, I want to get an early start tomorrow. There's a hunt in Ohio that's just waiting for us.”

 

Sam smiled and grabbed his bag, following Dean up the stairs and into the bedroom they always shared when at Bobby's. Dean's things were on the bed closest to the door as usual and Sam eagerly sat on the bed farthest from the door. He felt like dancing at the fact that Dean really trusted him to sleep in the same room. Sure Dean would have a weapon under his pillow but it wouldn't stop Sam if he tried anything. This was where he belonged, yes he missed Cearnach but he had missed Dean more over the last few days. They took turns in the bathroom and then crawled into bed.

 

“Night Dean.” Sam called softly.

 

“Goodnight Sam.” Dean answered and then they were silent.

 

When Bobby silently checked on them a few hours later he smiled at seeing the two fast asleep facing each other, Dean's arm outstretched towards his brother.

 

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Dean watched Sam from the corner of his eye as he drove down the freeway. Sam was smiling and looking out at the scenery, looking utterly content to be exactly where he was. And it made Dean feel sick when he thought of how his actions could have ended this. Right beside him in the Impala was where Sam belonged and yet he had almost driven him away by refusing to give him a chance. If only he had listened back at the hotel a lot of pain could have been avoided. But he knew that he had needed the time to think things through. And he had. Dean had spent the time after Bobby had sobered him up thinking about Sam's actions and they had all been just so Sam that he had started to believe Sam was Sam before it had been confirmed. He'd been scared though, scared that this new Sam wouldn't need him anymore but it was just the opposite. Sam needed him, he could see it in the way Sam watched him and the way he stayed so close all the time. And Dean couldn't bring himself to demand some personal space, not after what had happened.

 

Sam's not being human did freak him out a little. After all they'd never run into anything non-human that was friendly but all he had to do was look into Sam's eyes to see that his brother would never hurt him or any innocent. And knowing that Sam was harder to kill was a relief with how many times the kid had nearly ended up dead on a hunt. The powers Sam was meant to develop was a bit of a worry but they'd get through it just like they had when the dreams had started. That was one major relief in all this, that Sam's Sidhe blood protected him from the demon.

 

Dean wished their Dad knew, it would have been a relief to John to know Sam wasn't going to go dark side on them. But could John Winchester have dealt with the fact that Sam wasn't his son or human? The demon had targeted the wrong kid and for that Mary Winchester had died. So maybe it was better that their Dad had never known.

 

“So what's this hunt about?” Sam turned to face him and Dean grinned.

 

“One really nasty spirit by the looks of it. This thing's killed three families over the last ten years and guess what?”

 

“The house was just sold again?” Sam asked, grinning back.

 

“Bingo. It usually takes up to a week before things start getting real dangerous so we have a bit of time for you to do your thing geek.”

 

“I'm not a geek.”

 

“Okay fine you're an encyclopaedia of weirdness.” Dean grinned as Sam mock glared at him, both brother's enjoying the return to normal.

 

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Dean slipped a hand under his pillow, going for his knife as he felt the edge of his bed dip.

 

“It's me Dean.” Sam's soft voice made him open his eyes and stare at his brother as he let go of the knife.

“Can I sleep with you?” Looking at Sam he couldn't say no so he pulled the covers back in silent agreement. Sam slipped in beside him, curling up against him. Dean frowned as he felt the near undetectable tremors racking Sam's body. Without a thought he pulled Sam closer, wrapping an arm around him and Sam slowly started to relax.

 

“Nightmare?” Dean's voice was gruff form sleep but still worried sounding. Sam shook his head and tried to curl closer. Dean sighed as he realised what was going on.

“Sammy I told you its okay if you need it. Try to get some sleep, I'm not going anywhere.” He held Sam as the young Fey slowly relaxed and then drifted off to sleep. Once he was deeply asleep Dean finally relaxed enough to sleep himself.

 

When Sam woke up it was to see bright sunlight through the gap in the motel's curtains and to find Dean wrapped around him. He smiled contentedly and let his eyes drift shut again. He half wondered if Dean would let him do that every night. If he could he probably wouldn't want to touch Dean as much during the day and he knew being touched in public made Dean self-conscious. He smiled as Dean's arms tightened around him, it was nice to be able to just relax in bed for once even though Dean probably wanted to get on the road he wasn't going to wake him. Dean had been through a lot the last week and Sam knew he needed more sleep. He frowned slightly as his thoughts drifted over the way things had gone with Dean. First Dean was immune to seeing him without his glamour and now Sam found himself craving Dean's touch far more than he had been needing physical contact before they had met back up. Something was definitely up but he didn't know what. Was it part of being family even if it wasn't by blood? Deciding he was too comfortable to be thinking about it at the moment he let himself drift back off to sleep.

 

Dean woke up to find himself wrapped around Sam and his brother still fast asleep. He raised his head to see that according to the clock it was nearly midday. That was a big shock. He couldn't remember Sam sleeping so long without a nightmare since he'd picked him up from Stanford. And he'd slept just as long. Looking down at Sam's peaceful features he found himself not wanting to wake him. Who knew when Sam would next get such a restful sleep. They still had time before the spirit would become violent if it stuck to its pattern so a late start or even leaving tomorrow wouldn't really hurt.

 

Dean's thoughts wandered over the events of the last couple of days and got stuck on one thing, his lack of reaction to seeing Sam in his, well, natural form and his thoughts on said form. He couldn't believe he'd called Sam beautiful but it was the truth. Sam had always had a sort of boyish charm and used with his puppy eyes his looks usually had people wanting to help but now...his beauty was inhuman but at the same time still human. He was still Sam but more Sam and that didn't make sense even in his own head. It was like someone had taken Sam's best features and enhanced them, refining them beyond the human normal. His eyes had always been intense and something that caught people's attention when am wasn't hiding them behind his hair. And now they were even more compelling with their rings of colour and they way they seemed to glow faintly. They had scared him at first, a sign that he was not his Sam but now...now they were simply a part of Sam.

 

Dean relaxed his hold as Sam began to stir in his hold. Hazel eyes blinked open and Sam smiled at him. Dean smiled back, knowing if he didn't that Sam would worry he had done something wrong. He slowly released Sam and rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom to relieve his bladder. When he was done he came out to find Sam sitting up in bed with his arms wrapped around his legs.

 

“You okay?” Dean asked as he began to pack his things. Sam shrugged listlessly.

“Sam?”

 

“I'm sorry about last night.” Sam started and Dean held up a hand.

 

“Stop right there Sam. I told you if you need contact then you'll get it. I know I'm not the best at that but...I'm trying to learn how. I want to help you Sam. I just need to get used to it but I won't turn you away. Understood?” Dean asked as he sat in front of a surprised Sam. A brilliant smile slowly spread across Sam's face and he nodded.

 

“Understood.”

 

“Good, now get packing. We're late getting started and I want to get going.” Dean stood up and went back to his own packing.

 

TBC...