~ i had an idea ~

and i finally managed to make something up about it … as usually it got longer as i wanted it to be … lets see how many of you guys are interested in it :)

it's part of the HABITAT-SERIES and settled about half a year after Lucifer got freed.

WARNINGS: rated MA for a reason, unrelated wincest; please read HABITAT first to understand Dean & Sams relationship and „their universe"; violence, abuse ~ well it's some hard stuff in this story & it'll hurt, it'll honestly hurt …BUT i'll promise it'll get all cosy and lovely and fluffy in the later chapters ;)

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~ Sequel to HABITAT I ~

Bad To The Bone

Chapter 1 ~ Changes

It's been half a year and about seventeen hunts later, when Dean and Sam were in North Dakota for a salt and burn. A small town on the outskirts of Devils Lake where odd deaths carried on for years. But they had been too anomalous - until Bobby got a call from an old hunter-friend of his.

Dean and Sam had found out, that it had to be some kind of ghost-possession-thing. They also found the spirit, that probably caused all the deaths. Theis spirit possessed persons and killed the one who was closest to them, before they judged themselves. No one was able to tell when it had started, nor escalated, nor what reasons the vengeful spirit had to do this.

The hunters thought that it had to be a guy called James Ledger, who had died about fifty years ago by the hands of his wife. His wife hang herself hours later in the shed.

No one in town remembered or witnessed anything of what had happened these days. Too much time had passed. Too much people had moved away and others were already too old already, other had been too young to notice.

Another problem was, that they didn't even know how long the ghost possessed these people and made them do horrible things to their loved ones. Sometimes there were years in between the murders, sometimes just days …

Because of a couple of interviews they were able to tell, that the victims – the loved ones – had changed. Specially the latest one: Sarah. Sarah was shot by her little sister a couple of days ago, before Alex – the little one with about sixteen years - gutted herself in the basement of their parents house. Sarah had become silent – her friends told them – and her behaviour got just weird. She didn't get on her phone anymore, didn't joined them on their weekly meeting at the bar in town, nor did she seem to have any interests anymore except school and the house and her little sister. Once or twice she had mentioned that she was worried about Alex. But that had been at the very beginning … before she started to avoid contact with her friends and family. She locked herself up in her room, skipped classes at the college lately. That was when their parents noticed that something was going on with Sarah – never an idea that it could've been her little sister, possessed by a spirit.

Mostly it got worse before anyone recognized that something was going on, that something wasn't right with the victims – both of them. And obviously no one seemed to care a lot about it. The police declared it way too often as „family dramas". Until it happened to Sarah and Alex, nieces of one of Bobby's retired hunter-friends, who called the bearded hunter for help. But at this point it had been too late … the kids were dead, the mess was done. And the police AGAIN declared it at a „family drama", as a fight between siblings and as a tragic event in the story of the town.

The Impala parked on a byway near the cemetary in the pale light of the half-moon high above the grave that Sam and Dean were digging out. The grave of sweet James Ledger. Everything was silent until … Ledger himself – better said: the body he actually possessed – apeared in the shadows of a near tree. She was a beautiful young girl, long black hair, crystal-gray orbs and she had the sweetest smile in town. The young woman stood there, well hidden from everyone's eyes and watched the hunters as they did their work. An evil smile spread across her handsome face and her eyes flashed black, sparkling dangerously in the shadows of the trees as a ray of moonlight crossed her features.

„Gotcha, Winchester.", she hissed triumphing. Now it was her turn …

There she stood. A couple of yards away from the grave, one of the hunters rocksalt-loaded shotguns in her small and tender hands. The girl let a whistle carry away over her lips, like she was calling for her runaway-dog and drew the hunters attention in an instant. Both turned towards her and looked at the girl in shock.

„I get her, you burn the damn bones." Before Dean was able to react, the younger male was already out of the sinkhole, shouting at the possessed girl and tried to draw her attention. But she obviously was more into short guys – well … better said: into Winchesters.

Sam broke into a run, as he recognized that she wasn't a bit interested in the sasquatch, trying to get between her and Dean and the grave to buy his partner some more time. They carried the hope, that they would be able to save the possessed girl nonetheless, not knowing that it was a Demon and not a Spirit. So Sam wanted to be careful with her, since he didn't attend to hurt the poor thing physically.

On the other hand: Right now he hadn't a lot of choices. So he tackled her from the side and took her to the ground. The small thing was way faster than Sam and was over him in an instant, legs spread widely and the shotgun pointing at Sams chest. The girl grinned at Sam as she pulled the trigger once … twice … three times.

The rocksalt digged into Sams flesh and sent dancing white and black dots across his vision as he tried to take a breath. All he earned was a brutal forced punch in the face and everything went dark around him in a split second.

Sam didn't know how long he was out. His vision was blurry and the rocksalt burned in the tiny wounds in his chest, when he first opened his eyes. It wasn't lethal, he knew it, but it would hurt like a bitch for at least a couple of days.

Bright flames drew his attention towards the opened grave, as he rolled couching to his side. It took him some moments to focus his vision and recognized two bodies about one yard away from the grave.

„Dean?", he murmured to himself with shaky voice. „Dean?!", once more, this time louder and more steady.

Still no movement.

He got on his feet, swaying and pain in his chest, but it didn't take him a lot of effort to push the dizziness aside. Sam took a deep breath and stumbled towards the bodies on the ground. … Then he saw blood on the bodies – glistering in the dancing flames. Too much blood.

His heart skipped, and started to race. No no no it couldn't be. „Dean?", Sam sank on his knees beside the older hunter, who laid on his stomach. No breathing noticable he and if it was his blood or the girls … or both.

Sam laid his hand on the hunters back … he was breathing … strong and even, as he would've been asleep. He rolled him carefully over on his back.

„Dean?", he asked again, starting to feel for a pulse on his partners neck. „There you are."; Sam scuffed released with a small smile. The hunters pulse was strong and stable.

Dean moaned low. „Ouch-", he breathed and grunted as he reached for Sams offered hand to sit up.

The older hunters gaze fell on the girl beside him and then on Sam, who was watching him curiously. „Not mine.", Dean whispered. „Not my blood." He said as he wanted to persuade himself.

Sam swallowed and turned towards the girl. She had no pulse … there was no breathing … and a deep gash on her utter thigh was glistening in the pale light of the dying fire.

Sam shook his head when he returned on Deans side. „Lets get out of here … before someone recognizes the fire and calls the cops.", The younger man helped Dean on his feet who rubbed the back of his head.

„You OK?", Sam asked, watching him troubled. „Thothing of this is yours?"

Dean tugged Sams hand away as he made an attempt to touch the hunters stomach, where the shirt was soaked in blood. „I'm OK.", he snapped and shot Sam a distant glance.

They made it back to the Impala … both of them limping, and Dean holding his side.

„What happened?", Sam asked as both of them sat in the Impala and Dean pulled his baby back on the road.

„Thought you were there ...", the taller male became as respond.

„Yeah … i mean … i didn't get the finale ...", Sam answered hesitantly.

„Well, while you took your beauty-nap i got flung around by that bitch. - But gladly i managed to throw the lighter before she was able to gut me.", Dean answered with something like … anger? … in his voice.

Sam nodded and watched the Winchester intensively on their way back to the motel. They spent their time in the car in strained silence. Neither of them lost a word, nor it seemed like one of them dared to take a deep breath.

Back at the motel-parking-lot, Dean wasted no time to wait for his partner. He jumped out of the car, grabbed his bag from the backseat and disappeared instantly in their motel-room, before Sam got his duffel-bag out of the trunk.

The older hunter slammed the door shut, tossed his duffel-bag on the the king-size-bed and took an infuriated inhale. Then he looked thru his bag, tossing fresh clothes and his first aid kit beside the bag and looked at the motel-room as it opened and Sam entered slowly.

Sam could tell that Dean was pissed. And he didn't know why … the hunt hadn't been a lot different from the others … OK, it didn't work that well … but when ever had it? They got fling around on a regular base, and this time … it wasn't different at all.

The younger hunter kept his gaze on Dean, who avoided eye-contact and just stood there in front of the bed, trying to get his raged breathing back under control.

Sam draw closer to the older male from behind - who had just slipped out of his jacket - and wanted to wrap his arms around the him. - Something always had worked when Dean was pissed, and something he knew it would work and calm the skillful hunter down. Or at least show him, that everything was okay. But Dean didn't seem to want this – not this time. He laid his hands on Sams forearms and tugged them away, shooting the younger man a furious glance over his shoulder.

„I need a shower.", Dean stated. „Without you.", he added and vanished into the bathroom with the fresh clothes and the first aid kit.

Sam stood there for a while, looking at the shut and locked bathroom-door before he let out a deep sigh and sat down on his half of the bed. He stared on the floor for a while, examine the creepy yellow-green carpet, and trying to figure out what had made Dean mad like this. But he didn't really came to a conclusion. He haven't ever seen him like this. - At least not towards him. Dean never had let out his frustrations on Sam. Not that he did now … but … Dean didn't want him right now, he could tell. Dean had never tugged him away, not because of an event like this.

After another deep sigh Sam turned towards his bag and picked up some fresh clothes and his own first aid kit. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tee over his skin on his chest already started to bruise under a thin layer of blood. At the first sight it looked worse than it actually was. Some of the rocksalt left small wounds, but nothing too bad. It'd heal.

Finally the shower was heard in the bathroom as Sam cleaned his chest with the antiseptic. After that was done, he decided to take his shower in the morning. It's been a long day and a longer night. And he was tired, just so damn tired. So Sam changed into his sweatpants and the hoody he had gotten from Dean and Bobby about a year ago … when he had freed him and saved him from the other creatures fangs on this supernatural market. Sam loved that piece of fabric and wore it as often as he could.

The younger hunter crawled under the covers and curled up on his side, recalling the past hours over and over again. Dean had never denied him. Not even when he was pissed as hell. Never. And somehow it hurt deep inside, seeing him acting like this. Sams palm closed around the dogtag on his necklace as his thoughts drifted off further. On the other hand … it didn't mean anything, did it? They'd talk about it tomorrow or just forget about it …

Sam had dozed off and woke again, when he felt die mattress behind him sink in, the covers lifted slightly and a warm body settled down beside him. Sam heard the hunters deep and even breaths and a warm and gentle hand on his shoulder.
„Sammy?" Deans voice was low and filled with guilt.

But the younger hunter didn't move, nor did he want to talk right now. He just wanted to leave it be. He wasn't a man of discussions … not with Dean. Whatever had overcome the older hunter it had its reasons for sure and he would tell him when the time would be ready. Hopefully tomorrow.

Sams thoughts drifted off again … Maybe he had done something wrong without knowing? … But Dean had told him everything about ghost possessions … and it wasn't their first case that included one. They had got one about two months ago … a amulet that carried the ghost with it and possessed everyone who wore it. - This time there was no item … so both of them had figured that it was a regular possession, nothing special.

Deans hand shifted, traced down over Sams bicep and rested on his side, as the older hunter moved closer until his chest made contact with Sams back. He felt the comfortable warmth of the taller mans body on him, his soft skin and the i-fake-sleeping-breaths.

Dean felt sorry. He didn't knew what had pissed him off. Oh well … he knew what. Alone Sams presence had made him angry and the attempt to hug him even more. It was Sams fault, that it hadn't went down like he had planned it – AGAIN. Like all the other times before … all the other hunts they got over together the past six months – it was a disaster. Dean stopped his thoughts as he realized what way they took … this wasn't true … none of this was. He'd been dead at least a couple of times wouldn't there had been Sam beside him. Today had just been a bad day.

Though he didn't mean to push him away … not really. It just had felt weird. Plain weird. Maybe because he had been on the graveyard and the dead girl with his thoughts. And the fact that he wasn't able to recall what had happened after he got flung around after he had thrown the lighter into the pit.

Sam felt Deans warm breath on his neck and shoulder as the hunter moved even closer and wrapped his upper arm around Sams waist to tug him closer.

„I'm sorry, Sam." Dean whispered gently and kissed his shoulder. „I didn't mean to be a dick." he sighed. „It was just a long day."
Sam shifted slightly and uncurled himself, while he tangled his fingers in Deans. „Have i messed up?"

The older hunter tightened his grip. „No – hell no, Sammy, you haven't messed up. It just didn't work as we planned it. We didn't saved her ..."

Sam turned around and faced the older male. Big green hazel-orbs catching his look. „You told me, that we can't save everyone."

Dean smiled, watching Sams face and the small dimpled when he put on a light smile. He guided his lips towards Sams and kissed him softly. The younger male kissed him back and wrapped his arms around Dean.

„I don't know what i would do without you, Sam. You're my everything, you know that, right?"

Sam just smiled and covered his lips with Deans tender cushions. „Yours.", Sam whispered smiling.

Dean wrinkled his nose and yawned as he stretches his body. Sams place beside him was empty but he could still feel the warmth under the covers. The older hunter smiled and his eyes snapped open as he heard the shower going on. His smile morphed into a wide grin and he swung his legs out of bed. Dean looked down on himself, his private parts only covered by the blanket as the cool air tingled on his exposed skin. Yeah . Shower sounded great – with Sam.

Sam let the hot water rain down on his back, bracing himself against the tiles with his hands. He didn't hear the bathroom-door open and close, he didn't even recognize the shower-curtain as it moved aside.

Just the cool breeze of air tore him out from his thoughts and he looked up to meed Deans gaze on him, all over him, taking him in, examining the younger mans wet body. Sam smiled tired and made space in an inviting gesture.

Dean stepped in, glancing at the taller mans chest. Sam smiled shyly and examined the hunters toned body with his looks. The hunter had used the first aid kit yesterday night in the bathroom. There had been dried blood in the sink and on the floor. Not much, just a few drops … but enough to let Sam worry. It got something like a ritual to check each other over after a hunt. Even small gashes or scratches were able to cause inflammations and blood poisoning in the end.

The younger hunter stepped closer, laying one hand on Deans chest and the other one on his waist, fixing his gaze. Then he covered his lips with Deans big soft cushions, brushing with his tongue along his lips, like he was asking for permission to pass them.

„You've been hurt." Sams voice was low and hoarse.

The most sexy thing Dean had ever heard. This was Deans heaven … only his – no one else would ever get the chance to be intimate like this with the big guy opposite of him. No one else was allowed to have THIS except him.

As Sam kissed him again - caressing the hunters body with his long fingers and giant hands, and the hot water tickled over the small sewed up cut on his flank - he knew he was were he belonged to. Right here right now and no one would be able to take it from Dean. Ever.

The older hunter made a low guttural sound as he touched the wet slippery skin on Sams back, feeling the radiating warmth against his body.

„Nothing bad. Just a scratch.", he replied and tugged his nails gently into the younger males skin.

Sam let his fingers run up on Deans sides, feeling stitches on Deans right flank of the ribcage. It didn't feel big, but it had needed stitches, what meant it had to be deep. He rested his hand on the small injury, just for a couple of seconds, before Dean guided his fingers away from it. „No big deal.", he muttered and pressed himself against Sam, pushing him backwards against the warmed tiles, nuzzling on the sensitive skin of his neck.

They spent the whole warm water before they got out of the shower, dried each other up and emerged fully clothed - ready to hit the road again.

…... to be continued

sooo well … that's just the beginning … it's gettin' rough later … actually right in the next chapter … sooo … let me know what you're thinking about it, OK?

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