Chapter Fourteen

They stayed in Sarah’s town for a couple of weeks as she took care of her things and, for the first time in a long time, Dean and Sam found themselves able to live fairly nice lives. Sarah’s dad left her everything and she managed to sell the land her burned down home was on as well as the business her family had and came out of it very rich indeed. But she walked away with just the money, no longer caring for a world that her father had left her in. She had other things to focus on.

Like revenge.

She turned to Dean and Sam for comfort and they did just that. One night was spent in a haze for them since they had decided to get drunk and goof around. A challenge grew into passion and then into more and the next morning they found themselves tangled together in one of the beds, naked and obviously having just done something that they might not have wanted to. Things became rather awkward then between Dean and Sarah for both had a couple of foggy memories of being wrapped around each other with Sam watching them.

Their silent embarrassment didn’t last for long because Sam, being the diplomat that he sometimes could be, sat them down and made them face each other. It came out then that, much like Naida was to Sam, Sarah was to Dean: a very close and trusted person that he could be intimate with. It didn’t lighten some things between them, but they were able to joke around and at least be together without too much competition.

They left after all of Sarah’s affairs were put in order and headed for the Roadhouse, knowing that Ash would most likely be able to help them. They stopped twice in different towns, once in Ohio and then another in lower Iowa, to deal with some nasties that had decided to use people as their own personal blood banks. Sarah even helped, getting to know the hunting life as they went along and actually easing their hearts as she added a little bit of her own touch to making things better.

When they arrived at the Roadhouse, they were all tired and grim with what had happened. Things were happening and it just wasn’t any good. Sarah instantly noticed that Sam and Dean became a bit tenser when they parked in the dusty dirt parking lot outside of a rather dilapidated looking building that had a sign saying ‘The Roadhouse’ hanging from it. “Hey, you two ok?” she asked as they just sat in the car as the dust settled around them from their coming in.

Sam turned to her and gave a weak smile. “Well uh, just...the last time we were here...um...” He trailed off and glanced at Dean.

“We found out some stuff about dad and didn’t feel very welcome,” Dean continued gruffly as he stared at the door. He sighed and gripped the wheel before patting it and getting out. “Nothin’ for it...let’s go,” he declared before shutting the door. The other two followed him out and into the building, which was as dim as it was bright outside. “Yeo! Ellen? Jo? Ash? Anyone here?” Dean called out as they looked around at the deserted bar.

“Dean? Is that you?” Ellen’s incredulous reply floated out before her as she came out of a door behind the bar, wiping down a glass. She smiled at them happily as she put the glass down and came around the bar. “Sam you too! You both look good! Haven’t heard from you since Sam called that one time...was worried about ya!” she exclaimed as she went over and hugged them both, long motherly hugs that, if they held on longer than normal, it wasn’t really noticed. She looked them over and grunted. “You’ve both lost weight. And Sam, I swear boy, when are you gettin’ a hair cut?” she demanded as she ruffled his hair.

Dean snorted with laughter and Sarah grinned as Sam grumbled, but submitted to the torture. Ellen cocked an eyebrow as she heard Sarah. “Hello? Who’re you?” she asked in surprise.

“Name’s Sarah Blake. You’re Ellen? Sam and Dean have told me a lot about you. I have to admit, you know how to keep them inline,” Sarah answered warmly as she shook hands with Ellen.

“Oh, I like her...did one of you boys get smart and snag her?” Ellen asked with a grin as she glanced at Sam and Dean before pulling Sarah after her. “Come over here, honey...we need to talk. Oh, and boys, Ash’s in his room...” she called over her shoulder before sitting Sarah at the bar and leaning in, obviously intent on ‘interrogating’ the newbie.

"Instant hit," Sam murmured to Dean as they went back. He glanced around as Dean chuckled. "Wonder where Jo is," he commented.

"Don't know, not really carin'," Dean answered shortly before knocking on the door to Ash's room. "Hey yo, Dr. Badass! We need to talk!" he called out and Sam had to smother his laughter as he was reminded of their trouble the previous time.

The door opened and once again they had to look away quickly as Ash seemed to have decided that nudity was a good thing and needed to be practiced often. "Sam...and Dean. Hehe, Sam and Dean. Just give me a minute, k?" Ash drawled while grinning at their discomfort as he leaned against the door before closing it as he went back in.

"Man, he has no shame..." Sam stated with a snicker and Dean grinned. They both stopped as they heard two voices in Ash's room and glanced at each other.

"Well, now we know where Jo is," Dean remarked and Sam had to cover his mouth as he started laughing. They headed back for the bar and sat down near where Sarah and Ellen were talking, heads bent together. "Now ladies, quit gossipin'. It's rude," Dean commented as he and Sam relaxed.

"Oh hush it, pretty boy. I'm findin' out all kinds of things on you boys," Ellen reproved him with a stern glance and Dean brought his hands up defensively.  Sarah grinned wickedly at them before the two women returned to their discussion.

"I've got a bad feelin' there," Dean muttered and Sam snickered as he ducked his head. Dean whapped him lightly as he rolled his eyes. "Seriously, dude...she's gonna say somethin' and then Ellen's gonna bring down damnation or somethin'," he pointed seriously.

"Dean...I never thought you'd be scared of a woman," Sam replied with a grin and laughed as Dean growled at him.

"You're so not gettin' any later," Dean hissed at him. "And don't think I'll let Sarah blow ya," he added as he wagged his finger at his brother.

"Whatever, Dean...I'll remember that when you crawl into bed with me and ride me until the neighbors hear ya," Sam purred out with a knowing grin and Dean tossed him a glare before looking over as Ash emerged from the back, followed by Jo. "Hey Ash! Over here!" Sam called out and waved his hand to get the other man's attention.

Sauntering over to them while Jo went behind the bar looking very sheepish as she avoided their vicinity, Ash grinned at them. "So, what can I do for ya?" he asked as he grabbed a chair, swung it around, and straddled it near the table they were sitting at in one smooth move.

"We're wonderin' if you've had any hints on the demon front," Dean said quietly as he leaned in closer to Ash.

"Yea I have, but it's kinda weird," Ash responded as he braced his elbows on the chair back and shifted a bit.

"Oh? How so?" Sam inquired as he sat back in his chair, stretching out his long legs to tangle lightly with Dean's as they observed the younger man.

"Well, this might sound strange, but there's been a lot of activity in Yellowstone and around that area. I've also been trackin' some of those people that you'd been locatin' and they've been goin' to Yellowstone too," Ash explained as he watched them closely.

Dean glanced over at Sam. "Have you been feelin' an urge to go there?" he asked nonchalantly while tipping his chair back a bit.

"Not totally...though when we were headin' from Iowa, I did have this...er compulsion I guess, to keep goin' west," Sam replied thoughtfully as he tapped his fingers on the table.

"And you didn't tell me this why?" Dean inquired lightly, but his eyes were like steel as they fixed on Sam.

"Er, wasn't important? Besides, Sarah was awake and got me back on track," Sam answered defensively.

"This about Iowa?" Sarah asked as she came over and sat down in a chair near Sam. She nodded at Ash, who sat up and straightened his shirt almost immediately while shooting her a charming grin that had about as much luck as a black cat crossing her lap.

"Yea, but it's no biggie," Sam responded while shooting a glare over at Dean. He noticed how Ash was eyeing Sarah and smirked. "Ash, this is my girlfriend, Sarah Blake. Sarah, this is Ash," he introduced them and he and Dean both grinned as Ash seemed to deflate.

"You're genius man Ash, huh? A pleasure," Sarah greeted Ash while nodding at him again.

"Pleasure's mine, pretty lady. If you, eh, ever want what Sam here don't got, just come a knockin'," Ash suggested with a knowing grin as he winked at her.

"Um, I'll be sure to do that," Sarah responded and shot a glare at Dean and Sam as they fought to stifle their laughter. "Anyways, so why were you talking about Iowa?" she asked in an effort to get them back on track and off her case.

"Ash here was tellin' us how some of the others like Sammy are congregatin' in Yellowstone and that there was some signs of the demon there too," Dean explained as he leaned on the table.

"Yellowstone, huh? Wonder why there?" Sarah murmured pensively as she tapped her chin. “Wait...does it have anything to do with what was said to me?” she suggested as she straightened up.

Sam and Dean both frowned as Ash looked between them. “Oh? What’s this?” Ash asked as he scooted closer, wanting the information obviously.

Sighing, Sam rolled his eyes before explaining. “The demon killed Sarah’s dad and before she...er he...er it whatever the fuck it is now did that, it said that it’ll meet up with us where it all began.”

“Huh...” Ash chewed on his lip thoughtfully as he stared at nothing. “Maybe that’s because of all the geysers and primordial soup type of thing there...” he murmured and looked up as he felt their stares. “Wha?”

“What do ya mean, Ash? Do ya think that that’s where it’s gonna be because of all that?” Dean asked intently as he inclined his body closer to Ash dangerously.

Blinking, Ash leaned back just a bit. “Well it makes sense, ya know. Rocky Mountains and the glaciers...that’s like heavy duty nature stuff,” he replied before standing. “Let me get my computer...stay put,” he ordered before sauntering out of the room.

“Yellowstone...oh yea, like that’ll be an easy search. Maybe they’ll just put up a Batman light and say ‘Here we are! Come kill us!’,” Dean muttered in irritation as he rubbed his forehead.

Snickering, Sarah patted his hand while winking at Sam. “Better give it to him good tonight, love. He’s PMSing again,” she suggested and giggled as Dean growled at her while Sam laughed.

They all became quiet though as Jo strolled over and sat in Ash’s seat. “So, goin’ to introduce us, Deano?” she asked as she tipped her head slightly towards Sarah, though she never glanced at the other woman.

“Jo, Sarah Blake. Sarah, Jo, Ellen’s daughter and Ash’s girl,” Dean stated gruffly and Sam snickered as Jo flushed in embarrassment while glaring at Dean.

“Pleased to meet you, Jo. The guys told me about you. Impressive first hunt,” Sarah said blandly as she smiled at Jo when the young woman looked at her, eyes narrowed dangerously at her. Neither woman noticed as Dean mimed claws scratching at Sam, who couldn’t stop laughing so he ducked his head.

“You sayin’ you can do better?” Jo asked challengingly as she jerked her chin at Sarah. “I bet you just hide in the car while they go out,” she sneered.

“Actually, I’ve helped get rid of one ghost, three vampires, and a succubus and I also helped free a dryad from a curse. What have you done?” Sarah asked lightly as she propped her chin on her hand in challenge.

Jo’s cheeks flushed bright red and she glanced away. “So where were you, Dean? Sam called us about two years ago and mom said he sounded real upset about you. What’s this about mermaids?” she asked nastily as she gripped the back of the chair.

“Sorry, I don’t talk about hunts. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Ash is helpin’ us with this demon,” Dean replied congenially while flashing a cold grin. Jo huffed and got up abruptly, storming off to behind the bar, where she perched herself and glared at them. Ellen looked between them before rolling her eyes and ordering her daughter to go and get some whiskey.

Ash came over to the table, his gaze almost entirely on the screen of his laptop as he weaved through the tables to sit in his seat. He placed it down and looked at them. “I’ve got somethin’ for you,” he said grimly and turned the laptop so they could see what he’d found.

A satellite picture of Yellowstone was there and it was zeroed in on the northwestern part of the park where a group of geysers was said to be going off constantly. Dean whistled lightly as Sam whispered, “Pay dirt.”

“There’s somethin’ else. I got an email from a man by the name of Corbin. He says that he’s a brother to a guy named Caleb,” Ash explained as he twisted his laptop back to him.

“Caleb? Dad’s old friend who was killed by Meg?” Sam blurted out and grunted as Dean stomped on his foot.

“Uh yea, guess so. Anyhoo, he says he’s got somethin’ that yer dad had been lookin’ for. Says he wants you two to call him to meet up,” Ash replied as he tapped up a couple of things. “He gave a great code that had me busy for a couple of minutes for his phone number,” he added with a wide grin.

“Right...thanks Ash. Give me the number and we better get movin’,” Dean responded as he shook his head. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly put in the number that was rattled off to him before putting his phone away. “Thanks a lot, Ash. You’ve been an immense help,” he declared as he shook hands with the younger man.

“Yea man. We couldn’t have done it without ya,” Sam added as he also shook the bewildered Ash’s hand.

“Sure, no problem,” Ash mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. He blinked as Sarah kissed him on the cheek before the three stood and left. He watched them leave and frowned darkly. “Somethin’ tells me this is the last time we’ll see them,” he murmured softly.

“God help us I hope you’re wrong,” Ellen said softly as she stood behind the young man. Jo bit her lip as she watched them go and sighed. She hoped along with her mom and Ash that everything would work out for the better. Those three, no matter how they butted heads with her and her mom, were good people and deserved to live long lives.

*~~*

Sam and Sarah watched Dean while he talked on the phone before getting into the car when he clicked his phone shut. “So, what’s up?” Sam asked quietly as Dean started the car up and peeled out of the dirt packed parking lot. They drove in silence for a couple of tense minutes as Dean just stared ahead at the road while gripping the wheel with whitening knuckles. Sam glanced at Sarah before touching Dean’s shoulder. “Dean?”

“That old fuckin’ bastard...he fuckin’ knew he was gonna do this...fuck him!” Dean snarled out and slammed his foot on the gas, causing the Impala to shoot down the narrow back road at a dangerous speed.

“Dean, pull over!” Sam ordered in alarm and reached for the wheel, but was stopped when Dean shot him a glare. “Dean, I mean it...pull over!”

But Dean remained silent as he turned his gaze back to the road and the other two just silently prayed that they wouldn’t run off the road when the Impala was sent whipping around curves and through intersections with no regard to others. Finally, they came to the interstate and Dean pulled on and headed northwest. They drove in silence until they came near to a larger city and he pulled them off at the next exit and into a nearby Motel 6. Before Dean could get out and head inside to book them a room, Sarah was out and heading towards the lobby while Sam turned to Dean and pinned him with a penetrating stare. “Talk.”

Taking a breath as he squeezed his shaking hands on the wheel, Dean scowled at the car's dashboard. “Corbin’s got the Colt. Dad had called him not half an hour before he died and told him what was happenin’ and Corbin along with a couple of others had been on the look out for the gun. He didn’t tell me how, but somehow they got it back and he couldn’t get a hold of me since my number had changed. But he’d heard from one of his partners that Ash knew where I was and contacted him,” he explained curtly, but it was quite visible how upset he really was.

“The Colt? So...so that means...” Sam trailed off as Sarah got in the car and gave them directions to their room. They parked once more and got out, went to the trunk, and grabbed their bags before locking it down and heading in. Sam’s eyes along with Sarah’s were on Dean's stiffly held frame the entire time that they were walking along the nicely carpeted halls.

Finally, they got into the room and, before Dean could even say anything as he put his bag down, Sam grabbed him and threw him onto one of the beds. Dean’s protest was swallowed by Sam’s mouth and he groaned loudly, his need for that connection overwhelming him so swiftly that he knew he’d been on the brink. He twisted slightly and gasped as Sam sucked on his tongue and kept kissing him hungrily while large hands traveled over his body, stripping him steadily until he was naked under Sam’s half naked body, though he didn't remember taking off the dirty shirt that had been covering Sam's torso. Their kiss broke and Dean stared up at Sam with wide eyes and blinked when a smaller, gentle hand touched his cheek, brushing away the tears he had been crying. He took a shaky breath and moaned when Sarah kissed him tenderly, as gentle as Sam had been fiery.

When she pulled back and smiled at him while running her hand through his hair, he held her close, silently asking her to stay and participate. Sam sat back and pulled off his pants, boots and socks, and then his underwear before returning to lie out over Dean, blanketing him in hot skin and comfort. Dean ran his hands along Sam’s shoulders, breathing heavily as he just took solace and strength from his brother’s weight. Sarah stripped as well and laid out on the other side of them where there was more room and caressed them both while pressing closer, smiling when both men turned their heads to kiss her neck and chest in a mix of greeting and just touch. She watched them start kissing again and slid down until she found Sam’s bag. She pulled out the small tub of lube and two condoms before returning to them and grinned as she found them rocking against each other while kissing heatedly, their hands traveling all over their powerful bodies as they moved together.

They shifted around until Dean was between Sarah and Sam, the two coming to a silent agreement that Dean needed to be steadied. As Dean kissed Sarah while pressing his fingers in her repeatedly, causing her to moan and cling to him as she rocked against his fingers, Sam set to work stretching his brother out until Dean cried out and begged for Sam inside of him. They shifted again until Sarah was on her back with Dean between her thighs and pushing into her just as Sam pushed into his brother, causing groans of need and pleasure to float into the room. They didn’t wait long on moving and soon were writhing and thrusting against each other in a rhythm that promised fulfillment.

Dean was the first to tumble as he shouted and spasmed against Sarah, pushing into her a couple of times as he came. She followed him quickly and almost simultaneous with Sam’s sudden jerking as he too climaxed hard within his brother. They collapsed down, though Dean fought briefly to turn them to their sides so Sarah could be spared the pancake experience before he relaxed between them, panting heavily along with them as they worked to get their wits again. He caressed them tenderly and smiled sadly. “Thanks...” he murmured softly.

“Anytime. Now, what all is happenin’?” Sarah drawled lazily as she cuddled closer and purred when their arms wrapped around her and each other at the same time.

“You’ve been around us too much,” Dean commented with a grin as Sam chuckled against his shoulder. His smiled faded though and he sighed as he glanced away. “We’re meetin’ Corbin in Montana to get the Colt,” he stated softly.

“It’s our one shot of defeatin’ that demon,” Sam explained as he saw Sarah’s confusion. “It’s the only gun in existence that can kill *anythin’*. We had it before, but somehow it disappeared the same time dad died.”

“And now you have it back. I don’t think I want to know how, but it’s good cuz I don’t know about you two, but I was beginnin’ to wonder just what we were goin’ to do,” Sarah murmured and then stuck her tongue out as Dean smirked again. “Shut up...I’m feelin’ too sated to bother with proper speakin’,” she retorted and nuzzled Dean’s chest sleepily.

“Banged her good we did, lil bro,” Dean remarked and chuckled as she growled at him while Sam laughed softly behind him. “But I do have a plan,” he added and they both quieted down, focusing on him. He shifted between them and pulled them both closer to him, a silent request for their warmth as he explained their plan. “We locate where they are and draw in a devil’s trap around them. Then, once they’re trapped, we start doin’ an exorcism, which’ll at least weaken the demon, then we shoot it,” he elucidated for them.

“Problem...what if the area they are in is too big? We have to get it done before they notice us,” Sarah pointed out as she caressed a finger along Dean’s bicep idly.

“Yea I know. We’re gonna have to adjust as soon as we get the lay of the land, but that’s basically what I planned. It’s flexible, so no worries,” Dean replied with a smile as he cupped her cheek before touching Sam’s dark head that was resting on his shoulder.

“Then we better rest. We got a lot of shit to do and not enough time to do it,” Sam rumbled as he reached a long arm over to the other bed and yanked out the bed covers before dragging them over to cover them. They snuggled together, kissing here and there under the blankets before falling asleep one by one. It was going to be a big battle and they knew it. They just hoped they had the strength to see it through.

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