Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

 

Dean woke to find their positions switched, he was the one laying on the bed now and Sam was propped up on his elbows above him, smiling down at him.

 

“Hey.” Dean greeted with a smile of his own.

 

“Hey.” Sam answered back, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Dean moaned and responded happily, hands roaming over Sam's bare chest and sides. Sam was eager, responding to his touch hungrily.

 

“Sammy. What's gotten...into you.” Dean panted out as he broke the kiss for air.

 

“Need you Dean. Need this.” Sam's hand wandered down between them to show what he meant and Dean tensed automatically. Sam's hand pulled back and he kissed Dean again before moving to nip at his throat.

“Please.” Sam begged as he continued his assault on Dean's body. He could feel that Dean was nervous but everything in him was demanding he finish what they started the day before.

 

“Sammy.” Dean moaned, his hands moving to tangle in Sam's hair. Taking a deep breath he spread his legs, giving permission for Sam to do what he wanted. Sam smiled at Dean, knowing he had to be very gentle for Dean's first time.

 

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When Bobby got home he found the boys lounging in his living room in front of his small TV. Both looked like rather satisfied cats if you asked him and then he blinked. Was that...

 

“Boys.” He called and they both turned to look at him.

 

“Hey Bobby.” They called almost in unison and he shook his head.

 

“Noticed anything different recently?” He asked and they looked at each other before turning back to him and shaking their heads.

“Last time I checked Dean doesn't glow.” He pointed out and Dean raised his arm to see the slightest glow to his skin.

 

“What?” Dean's eyes went wide in surprise but there was no panic like Bobby half expected.

“Sammy?”

 

“I don't know, I didn't even notice.” Sam answered, taking Dean's arm and examining it closely. Bobby sighed and took his cap off, sitting down near them.

 

“Cearnach and I had a bit of a talk while you boys were sorting things out. He thought I should know some things for when this happened.” Bobby told them and they turned to him with wide eyes.

 

“You knew we'd....” Dean trailed off and Bobby nodded.

 

“Yeah. Dean glowing means you two...you both, well...” Bobby trailed off, bright red and Sam got what he was trying to say.

 

“Not originally. But I woke up and I just had to.” Sam said and Dean's eyes widened, so that was why Sam had been so insistent though he had been gentle the whole time.

 

“The glow should fade in a couple of days. It just means that you two completed what you were meant to. Apparently other Fey will always be able to see it and will now Dean's your other half. It also means....how do you feel about living for a few centuries Dean?” Bobby offered and Dean's eyes went wide.

 

“You mean?”

 

“You share Sam's immortality. What's the point in a destined mate if they die of old age long before you? You're still as vulnerable to injury as ever but you should heal a little quicker and you won't get sick or really age.” Bobby told them and Sam paled.

 

“Dean I'm sorry I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me Bobby?” Sam demanded and Bobby shrugged.

 

“What would you have done if I had? Run for Dean's own good?” Sam nodded and Dean pulled him close.

 

“All that would have done was cause you both pain Sam. Hell, its amazing you guys held off as long as you did.” Bobby told them and Sam relaxed a little.

 

“Dean...”

 

“It's okay Sam. The thought of you being alone after I died...I don't mind being with you for centuries.” Dean soothed him and Sam smiled softly.

 

“I'm glad.” Sam answered, cuddling in close.

 

“Well I'm going to go get some sleep in a real bed. Try not to keep me up.” Dean squirmed a bit and Sam blushed making Bobby laugh as he headed upstairs.

 

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“Take care you too, try to actually call me regularly.” Bobby ordered and Dean rolled his eyes as he finished packing the Impala's boot.

 

“Thanks Bobby, for everything.” Sam told him, hugging the old hunter who hugged him back awkwardly.

 

“Keep an eye on the idjit and keep yourself out of trouble too.” Bobby told him and Sam nodded.

 

“I will.”

 

“Watch your backs boys. The demon's still out there and gunning for Sam.” They said goodbye and Bobby watched the Impala drive off.

 

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“Stop! Stop!”

“Holy--!” Dean stepped on the breaks and the Impala stopped, inches from the woman.

 

“You've gotta help me. Please! Please!” She pounded on Sam's window, pleading for help and he lowered the window.

 

“All right, calm down. Tell us what happened.” Sam soothed.

 

“I swerved and we crashed, and when I came to…the car was wrecked, my husband was missing.” Dean and Sam exchanged a look at that.

“I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road -- he started chasing me.”

 

“Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?” Dean asked and she looked at him.

 

“How did you know that?” She asked hysterically.

 

“Lucky guess.”

 

“Ma'am, what's your name?” Sam asked gently.

 

“Molly. Molly McNamara.” She answered.

 

“Molly, I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town—“ Sam tried but she cut him off.

 

“I can't. I have to find David, he might've gone back to the car.” She insisted.

 

“Well, we should get you somewhere safe first, and then Dean and I will come back here, we'll look for your husband—“ Sam tried again.

 

“No, I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?. The boys shrugged at each other and Dean started the car again.

 

“Of course. Come on.” Sam told her and they drove off with Molly in the back seat.

 

“It's right over there.” Molly pointed down the hill to where her car should be but the car was gone.

“I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. We hit that tree right there. This doesn't make any sense.” She walked over to where the car should have been.

 

“Dean, we've gotta get out of here. Greeley could show up at any second.” Sam whispered.

 

“What are you gonna tell her?” Dean whispered back and Sam shrugged.

 

“The truth.”

 

“She's gonna take off running in the other direction.”

 

“I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree. I don't know who could've taken it. It was totalled. Please, you have to believe me.” Molly told them as she came back to them.

 

“Molly, listen, we do believe you, all right? But that's why we wanna get you out of here.” Dean told her.

 

“No, what about David? Something must've happened. I have to get to the cops.” Molly insisted.

 

“The cops, you know what, that's a great idea. In fact, we'll take you down to the station ourselves, okay? So, just come with us. It's the best way we can help you and your husband.” Dean tried and she finally relented, crying.

 

“Okay.”

 

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“I think we should tell her about her husband.” Sam said, moving so that his arm was brushing Dean's and Dean moved his arm to rest it around Sam's waist.

 

“We can't.” Dean told him softly.

 

“Dean, it's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark.” Sam pushed him and Dean sighed.

 

“It's for her own good. Look, man, I know you feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here, and then we'll tell her.” Dean tried to sooth Sam, neither noticed Molly entering the room.

 

“Tell me what? What aren't you telling me?” They looked around uncomfortably not wanting to answer.

“It's about David. You know what happened to him.”

 

“Molly—“ Sam tried but Dean cut him off.

 

“Sam, don't.”

 

“Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband.” Molly snapped and Sam stepped closer to her.

 

“That's not true.” He told her gently.

 

“Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please.” Molly told them and just as Sam was about to tell her a radio in another room started playing “House of the Rising Sun”.

“He's coming.” Molly whispered fearfully.

 

“Stay with her.” Dean told Sam who nodded reluctantly, not really wanting to let Dean out of sight. Dean walked into the other room and looked around, lifting a sheet and uncovering a dusty radio, that was unplugged but playing. An eerie wind began blowing outside and condensation began to form on the front door. The words “She's mine” appeared on it. In the other room Sam began to pace, leaving Molly's side. The window behind her shattered and Greeley broke in, grabbing Molly and taking her outside even as Sam raised a hand, trying to attack with his powers but it happened to fast.

 

“Dean! He's got Molly!” Sam yelled and Dean ran back in. They jumped out the window but found nothing so they returned to Greeley's house.

 

“This guy is persistent.”Dean grumbled.

 

“We've gotta find Molly.”

 

“We've gotta find Greeley's bones, and no pressure or anything, but we've got less than two hours before sunrise.” Dean shot back and Sam sighed.

 

“I almost had him, if we find him again I can get rid of him without the bones.” Sam told him and Dean nodded.

 

“As long as you're sure.” Dean said and Sam nodded.

 

“Hey.” Sam called as he looked through Greeley's photo album.

 

“What do you got?” It was a picture of Greeley and his wife in front of the hunting cabin, labelled with the date.

“February 6th, 1992. That's, like, two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?”

 

“Yeah. I mean, it looks like the hunting cabin but I swear, there's a tree there, right where they're standing.” Sam groaned as he realised something.

“Should've thought of it.” He muttered.

 

“What?”

 

“It's an old country custom, Dean -- planting a tree as a grave marker.” Sam told Dean who just looked at him.

 

“You're like a walking encyclopaedia of weirdness.” Dean said as he headed out.

 

“Yeah. I know.” Sam answered as he followed Dean out. Dean grinned and playfully knocked into him and Sam smiled.

 

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“Sam!” Dean yelled, trying to keep the knife from hitting him and then Greeley's form wavered. Dean looked past him to see Sam, hand outstretched to the ghost and a frown on his face. The ghost grunted and backed away. He screamed wordlessly as he imploded and Sam slumped against the wall.

“Sam?”

 

“I'm okay. You hurt?”

 

“Didn't hit me. Help Molly.” Dean called as he struggled to his feet. Sam watched him carefully but did as asked. They slowly made their way outside and back to the road.

 

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“He's in that house right there.” Sam told Molly gently.

 

“I don't understand.”

 

“You will.” They got out of the Impala and walked to the front window. They could see David in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee while wearing a bathrobe.

 

“That's not…it can't be.” Molly stammered even as a woman walked into the kitchen and David kissed her.

“What's happening? Who is that?”

 

“That's David's wife.” Sam told her sadly.

“I'm sorry, Molly. Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived.” Sam continued softly.

 

“What are you saying?”

 

“We're saying that there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41, there are two -- Jonah Greeley and you.” Dean told her, trying to be as comforting as Sam.

 

“For the past fifteen years, one night a year, you've been appearing on that highway.” Sam continued.

 

“No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary. February 22nd—“ Molly argued.

 

“1992.” Sam finished and she nodded.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Molly, it's 2007.” Dean told her.

 

“Oh, God.” She sobbed out.

“And Greeley?”

 

“Each year, he punishes somebody for his death -- chasing them, torturing them. And each year…that somebody is you.” Sam told her softly, trying to make her see the truth. He dropped his glamour a little and let his power out, trying to soothe her.

 

“But I don't remember any of it.” She argued weakly.

 

“Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly.”

 

“So, that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because I…I killed him. I killed us both.” She sat down on the stairs.

“Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?” She asked brokenly.

 

“You wouldn't have believed us.” Dean pointed out.

 

“And you needed me for bait?” She spat angrily.

 

“Well, we needed you.” Sam shrugged.

 

“David…”

 

“Molly, we brought you here so you could move on.” Sam said softly, moving closer to her. He didn't want to do what he'd done to Greeley, she didn't deserve that pain.

 

“No. I have to tell him.”

 

“Tell him what? That you love him? That you're sorry? Molly, he already knows that. Look, if you wanna go in there, we're not gonna stop you.”

 

“Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out. For life.” Dean added.

 

“David's already said his goodbyes, Molly. Now, it's your turn. This is your unfinished business.” Sam rested a hand on her shoulder and felt a small amount of power flow into her. She relaxed and suddenly seemed to accept everything.

 

“What am I supposed to do?” She looked up at Sam who smiled gently.

 

“Just…let go of David, of everything. You do that, we think you'll move on.” He told her.

 

“But you don't know where?” She asked shakily.

 

“No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go.” Sam asked, letting the power flow and she nodded, crying. She slowly moved past them and stood on the front lawn as the sun began to rise. A brilliant white light shown down from the sky and engulfed her. After a moment both Molly and the light were gone.

 

“I guess she wasn't so bad. For a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?” Dean asked, looking at Sam carefully for any signs of distress, he'd felt Sam using his powers on Molly.

 

“I hope so.” Sam answered quietly and Dean knew he was thinking of Jess.

 

“I guess we'll never know. Not until we eventually take the plunge ourselves, huh?

 

“It doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point.” Sam answered with a small smile. Dean just looked at him and then grinned.

 

“All right, Haley Joel. Let's hit the road.” He teased and Sam nodded, giving one last sad glance at the spot where Molly had been before following Dean to the car. Feeling his sadness Dean wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and just held him, offering silent comfort.

“How about we go find a motel and get some sleep?” Dean offered and Sam nodded tiredly, disentangling himself from Dean to get in the car. Dean got in and they headed out of town.

 

TBC...