Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

 

Dean watched as Sam focused on his hands, brow furrowed in concentration. It was obvious Sam was trying to do something but Dean couldn't figure out what. At least Sam stilled seemed unaware of what had happened the other night. Trying to ignore his brother calling his name was a hard thing to do though. Why had Sam called out for him? Surely he hadn't meant...but they were brothers! Then again they weren't actually related, they weren't even the same species if he wanted to be really technical.

 

“What are you doing Sam?” He called out, trying to dismiss his earlier thoughts. Sam jerked around to face him, eyes wide.

 

“Dean.”

 

“Sam? You okay there?” Dean sat down beside him even as Sam nodded.

“So...?”

 

“I've been trying to practice.” Sam admitted softly and Dean smiled.

 

“Practise what?”

 

“Healing. It's no good if I pass out every time but it won't work!” Sam growled out, frustrated by his failure. Dean placed a hand over Sam's, making Sam look up at him.

 

“You're trying to force it Sammy, relax. Maybe you need an actual injury to practice on.” Before Sam could react Dean had sliced his finger lightly on his knife. The wound wasn't deep, much like a paper cut really, but blood welled instantly to the surface.

 

“Dean!” Sam yelled, unable to believe Dean had actually cut himself. His hands instantly went to cradle Dean's and he covered the wound. As soon as he touched the wound his own hands began to glow softly. They watched in awe as the skin knit cleanly back together. Dean gently pulled Sam's hands away and they stopped glowing.

 

“You okay? Feeling faint?” Dean asked, studying Sam's features closely even as Sam shook his head.

 

“I'm fine. Dean you...what were you thinking!” Sam shot to his feet and Dean scrambled after him, pushing him into the room. Dean suddenly felt like hitting himself, what if someone had seen them out there? Bobby may understand what Sam was but other hunters? He doubted it.

 

“It was a tiny cut Sam; I knew what I was doing. You need to learn how to use and control your powers and it's obvious you can't do it alone. If it takes a few cuts then that's what we'll do.”

 

“But.”

 

“No buts Sammy. You can't afford to pass out every time you heal someone, it's too dangerous. So you use me as a guinea pig. I'm not suggesting cutting me open and having you heal that, a few small cuts aren't going to hurt me.”

 

“Dean you don't have to do this.” The `for me' was silent but Dean knew it was there.

 

“I know, but I want to.” Dean shrugged and fell back onto the bed. Sam smiled shyly and sat next to him.

 

“Thanks.”

 

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Sam frowned as he opened his eyes. It was still dark out so why was he awake? He could feel the comforting heat of Dean's body mere inches away from him so what had woken him? A soft, needy whimper answered his question and he rolled to face Dean. But from the look on Dean's face it wasn't one of his infrequent nightmares that had woken Sam but a totally different sort of dream. Sam smiled as he watched Dean's face, he could be so expressive at times when he wasn't hiding behind his good soldier act. The fact that it didn't bother him to be watching Dean barely registered, just another bit of his human sensibilities that was slowly slipping away.

 

Dean moaned and moved restlessly in his sleep. Sam reached out a hand hesitantly, knowing how easy it was to wake Dean and not wanting to. Ever so gently he rolled Dean onto his side so they were facing each other and then moved so that he was holding the older man. Dean instantly latched on and Sam smiled, running his hand up and over Dean's side as Dean began to move against him. He knew that what he was doing would have bothered him even a few days ago but now it felt perfectly natural. It wasn't like they were related and he knew enough about the Fey to know that family was not out of bounds anyway.

 

Sam bent his head to kiss Dean and smiled as Dean automatically responded even while asleep. He deepened the kiss and Dean moaned again. Dean tasted like beer and sugar and...home. Dean tasted like home. Sam froze for a second, everything Cearnach had ever told him spinning through his mind. It wasn't possible, was it? Dean moaned low in his throat, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sam couldn't believe Dean was sleeping through what was happening but a part of him was glad. There was no way Dean would allow this if he were awake and if this was the one time he could be this close then so be it.

 

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Dean watched Sam from the corner of his eye as he drove. Something had the younger man thinking hard and it bugged him that Sam wasn't talking. He didn't think Sam was keeping secrets like he had before and he trusted him talk if he needed to but Dean was worried about Sam.

 

Then again he had a lot to think about himself, like his very realistic dream the other night and the one of Sam's he'd witnessed. Why were they suddenly dreaming of each other that way? It didn't make sense. Sure Dad had sat him down years ago and made it very clear that just because they were so close didn't mean they should be `that' close but the thought had honestly never crossed his mind. Well...okay once, when he was utterly stinking drunk after a really bad hunt where Sammy had nearly died, but that was it. Was it because they now both knew they weren't related? Dean was pretty sure the whole not human thing should be bothering him a lot more too. Sure he'd hit on and been hit on by many things over the years but usually as part of the job. Sam was definitely not a job.

 

They really needed to talk about it but how on earth do you tell your brother you're attracted, maybe more than that, to him? The last thing Dean wanted was for Sam panic over that and run. Being separated for those few days had been bad enough. He couldn't deal with losing Sam again. He knew Sam liked guys, watching him with Cearnach had made that really obvious even if Dean hadn't seen hints of it before Sam had left for Stanford. But admitting to liking the person you grew up believing was your brother? Then again Dean had noticed the changes in Sam since his Fey heritage had broken free. Sam had lost a lot of his inhibitions and reacted a bit differently to certain things. Not that it mattered to him, at his core he was still the Sam Dean had always known.

 

“Dean?” He gripped the wheel tighter for a second before glancing at Sam.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Something wrong?” Dean hid a wince, sometimes Sam was way to perceptive.

 

“Nope. Getting hungry though.” Sam stared at him for a few seconds longer before turning back to the window, not that the Texas scenery was all that interesting.

“Check the map?” Sam nodded and dug it out before checking for road signs.

 

“Maybe an hour till West Texas.” Sam finally told him.

 

“Great, I'll get a room and you can get the food. I feel like burgers.” Sam smiled at that and nodded.

 

“Sure.”

 

TBC...