We Hunt Demons

Summary: Sam Harvelle and Dean Winchester are hunters searching for Dean's father and answers to some hard questions. Trouble seems to follow Sam wherever they go. Maybe hunting down a certain yellow-eyed demon that is haunting Sammy will be the only thing to end their struggle.

Warnings: Alternative Universe. Slash.

Author's notes: This is a sequel to I Call Him Sammy. Can be read alone but it the prequel is so much fun! )

Bowden Road was dark but Marsha Rogers wasn't frightened. She commuted into work every day and was used to the dark country roads. She hummed along to the radio as she approached the first hill of three that came between her and her home. She stopped at the stop sign and looked both ways. She felt rather silly as she glanced at the obliviously empty roads. Bowden Road was one of the few dirt roads left in town and many people who lived there moved out. Marsha was one of only ten residents in the old neighborhood.

While she was recollecting, Marsha took a moment to check her gas mileage. The price of gas was ridiculous nowadays and she didn't fill up as often as she should. She sighed as she saw the marker on E. Marsha could drive back about a mile to go get gasoline or just head home and worry about it in the morning. She decided on the second choice.

As she started her incline up the first hill, she was careful not to put too much pressure on her pedal. As she reached the top she could see a shadow in the darkness. When her headlights reached the shadow she realized it was just a man, a hitchhiker with his thumb out. He had a long trench coat and big boots on. She couldn't see his face clearly since it was covered in a grizzly beard. She felt sorry for the man but she couldn't afford to put her life in danger by picking him up.

Marsha kept driving till she reached the second hill. Her radio had died somewhere between the first hill and the second. This happened all the time in Huntsville. The Christian station became the Mexican station, or just died. The locals always said that there were too many signals in the air from neighboring cities. She groaned as the sound of crickets was the only music she had to listen to.

When she reached the top of the second she stopped the car violently. There in front of her was the same exact hitchhiker. But it couldn't be, she reasoned with herself. She quickly closed her eyes and opened them and he was gone.

Marsha breathed deeply and realized her car was freezing. She took a few deep breaths and noticed what appeared to be fingerprints on her window shield. She slowly started pressing on the pedal. She froze as there as a soft tap at her passenger window. There stood the man a few feet away from her car. His thumb was no longer stretched out. Marsha could tell he was holding something in his hand but she didn't wait around to see what it was.

She slammed on her gas pedal and drove as fast as possible to the next and last hill. As she reached the top of the third hill she felt her car slow down even as she hit the gas pedal over and over again. Her thoughts her jumbled and she wasn't sure what to do. Her house was at the bottom of the hill. Safety, comfort and life waited for her. When she saw the man again, she noticed his face was so dark she could see no eyes or mouth. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. She looked at his face but saw no expression as he walked towards her. She looked at his hand where he held something that she hadn't seen earlier.

When she realized it was a knife, she screamed.

"Marsha Rogers was found in her car on Bowden Road, stabbed multiple times. The police think she picked up a hitchhiker that later killed her." Sam explained to Dean as he parked his car in a gas station outside of their destination Huntsville, Texas.

"Wow! What a great case…a ghost that murders people. Cool."

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean mumbled while putting the car in park. He watched Dean throw his head back and sigh.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam found himself asking.

It was question that Sam wasn't quite sure he wanted to answer to. Sam and Dean had been hunting a few weeks with the trail on Dean's father getting fainter and fainter.

Sam loved hunting with Dean even though he was a bit controlling. What bothered Sam most was that nothing ever changed between them. They weren't strangers but they weren't friends either. The complicity of their relationship was growing steadily. Sam quickly found out during their first hunt that Dean was straight or at least that was the angle he played. He shamelessly flirted with the women at the places they ate, at the hotel and basically everywhere they went.

Sam forced him to listen to Dean's answer and not his own thoughts.

"…and I'm sick and tired of taking these lame cases that your mom sends us." Dean growled.

"Lame." Sam found himself arguing back. In the few weeks he'd been hunting with Dean he let him win every argument. It was easier than arguing for thirty minutes.

"People are dying and you think this is lame." Sam stated.

He watched Dean roll his eyes, "You are so dramatic."

"You told my mother that you'd take any cases she had if I could come along." He found himself smiling as he finished.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean muttered, opening this door. "You wait here." He added.

Sam sighed. Dean ordering him around and being all macho was getting old and fast. He watched Dean enter the gas station and start flirting with the young girl working the counter. She was maybe barely twenty. She wasn't Miss. America but was very pleasant. Dean continued flirting till Sam decided he'd rather review the case file than watch.

When Dean returned to the car, Sam said nothing.

"Man, that's it. I'm never moving to Texas." He huffed. Sam glanced over at him. Dean was quickly putting the car in reverse and driving off.

"So, what did you find out?" Sam finally asked.

"I found out that Texas girls like to be in control when you flirt. So annoying."

"About the case." Sam found himself growling.

"Oh, yeah. Nothing. Nothing at all. Except I did find out where the library is so you can do your geek work."

His "geek work" as Dean referred to it was the reason they had solved four cases already. The first one being the hunt Dean's father sent them on; the hunt for the Wendigo. Sam stayed silent when they reached the library. It was the University Library, a tall building three floors high.

"Maybe there's some hot library chicks here." Dean smiled as they entered the library. Sam wanted to punch him in the mouth; the same mouth that Dean had kissed him weeks before.

There were quite a bit of people studying at tables, talking at computers, reading books and generally just being college kids. Moments like this made him miss college.

He sighed as Dean again flirted with the library attendant.

"I can't let you have access to those files without a school ID or a Texas driver license."

Sam stood back and let Dean flirt so they could get what they needed. Sam took a moment to scan the room. His eyes fell on a group of kids, probably freshman, studying. The group of six would randomly giggle at some joke Sam couldn't hear. The group consisted of three guys and three girls, the perfect little group; that seemed perfectly at ease with one another. He found himself being jealous of them.

He was perfectly content watching different people around the library until the girl Dean was flirting with called another male worker in. Dean's flirting didn't work on her like the girl at the gas station. Man, Sam loved Texas chicks.

The manger was young man, very young. He was short at about 5'7, with freckles, glasses, light sandy hair and a perfect blush on his cheeks. The kid that had a name tag that read "Ashton", looked nervous talking to Dean. Dean had the tendency to be threatening to other men.

Sam stole one last glance at the normal kids and notices one of the girls staring in his direction. He quickly figured out that she was staring at Ashton. She blushed when she saw Sam staring at her and went back to joking with her friends.

Suddenly, he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder.

"Sam, you talk to the kid." Dean leaned in and whispered to him, "He plays for your team." Dean smiled with his smug annoying smile and walk away. Sam stood shocked and slightly offended.

He looked at the obviously shy library manger. Sam knew his size was intimidating to some. He leaned against the counter bringing him closer to Ashton.

He felt himself talking and realized how long it's been since he actually flirted. He found himself repeating a line Dean often used and they both laughed at it.

This seemed to calm the soft spoken Ashton down. He laughed very quietly. Ashton looked around in the direction of "the group's" table, to see if anyone was watching.

"Your friend tells me you need records on the town. Mostly murders…" Ashton started.

"Yes, we do." Sam replied. "And any folklore you have on the tow; any ghost stories?"

Sam watched Ashton's face start to pale. He nodded.

"I can help you." He sighed. He left the counter and walked around. Sam noticed Ashton and the girl at the table quickly glanced at the other. Ashton led Sam down the staircase in the middle of the library. He thought about looking around for Dean, who was nowhere to be seen, then decided Dean could take care of himself.

When they reached the downstairs, they walked down a long empty white hallway. As they reached the last room, Ashton pulled out a key and unlocked the room.

"Everything you need is in there. Mostly the town's history…" Ashton mumbled. "But if you want to hear about local lore, you might want to talk to my friend, Jon. He's lived here all his life."

"Was that your friends at the table upstairs?" Sam inquired.

"Yeah." The smaller boy nodded, "They're waiting for me to get off work so we can head to StarsDust."

Sam looked at the boy he assumed was a freshman or sophomore. "A little young for drinking, aren't you?"

The boy gave a gentle chuckle. "Well, it's a bar but we aren't going to drink. It's where the jazz musicians from our school go to perform."

Ashton pushed the door to the small dark room open. He reached his hand inside and flipped the light switch on.

"Sorry, I'll let you get to work." He muttered.

Sam watched the boy lower his head as he started walking away. Sam reached out and grabbed onto the boy's arms, gently pulling him into the small computer/book room.

"Do they know?"

The kid got even paler and shook his head no.

"Dude, you need to tell them you're gay, especially that little girlfriend of yours."

Ashton looked away, he appeared to be ashamed.

"I'm not even sure that I am." He muttered.

Sam understood. Unlike Dean, his partner in crime, Sam was in touch with his emotions.

Sam remember being right where Ashton was a few years ago. Up until his freshman year, Dean had been the only person he had kissed. Pathetic but it was 

the truth. He doubted he'd been Dean's first kiss. Then Jess had set him straight, well, kind of.

Sam hated seeing this kid with his head down, ashamed of the way he was. Sam boldly lifted up the kid's chin and placed his lips on Ashton's. He pulled back and looked at the shocked yet blissful expression on Ashton's face.

"Well, you didn't punch me in the face." Sam started. He leaned and whispered in Ashton ear, "And I think you enjoyed that."

Sam captured Aston's mouth and the kiss deepened quickly. Sam had been aching for human contact since Dean had kissed him. Sam felt the small body press against him and Sam found himself wrapping his hands behind Ashton's neck. Soon Sam had Ashton pressed against the wall. Ashton moaned under him as Sam introduced him tongue into the mix. Their bodies fit like two puzzles piece. They pressed against each other as Sam continued exploring the kid's mouth.

"Achem."

The two pulled apart quicker to see Dean standing in the doorway with one of Ashton's friends. The boy's jaw was dropped and he quickly started speaking, "Um, we're leaving…I came…I mean I was dropping by to see if you were ready to go."

"Jon," was all Ashton got out before Jon walked away. He stood there unsure whether he could move. Sam felt guilt creep into his stomach. He really hoped he hadn't just ruined this poor kid's life for the next three years.

"I-I…need to go after him. Excuse me." Ashton looked him he was about to cry.

"Well, then…go on." Dean added.

"DEAN!" Sam was appalled by Dean's insensitivity.

"Dean?" Ashton muttered. He stopped walking and turned around. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pant pocket.

"This is for you." He muttered, handing it to Dean then without waiting to answer any question he ran after Jon.

Sam and Dean stood flabbergasted. Sam waited for Dean to speak.

"It's from my dad." Dean whispered.

"What does it say?" Sam inquired.

Dean looked at him, without his cocky grin and confident look on his face. He looked at Sam appearing vulnerable and unsure.

"Demon's Road."