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SPN Fic - Extraterrestrial: Part Twenty-Four
Title: Extraterrestrial: Part Twenty-Four
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 1,661 words
A/N: Any excuse for a party, right? Try not to hate me too much for fading to black where I did.
Previous Parts: The Road So Far.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four,Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty-One, Part Twenty-Two, Part Twenty-Three
It was a long way back to Bobby’s, and they had to sleep overnight in the car again. By the time they got there, all Sam could think about was having a shower and how amazing it was going to feel to be clean.
It was raining when they arrived, so Sam and Dean went straight inside Bobby’s house from the car, Dean’s collar turned up as if that was somehow going to keep him dry. Bobby was in his kitchen, sitting at the table and having coffee with Ellen and Jo. Until Sam saw them, he didn’t realise just how worried he’d been that they’d paid the same price for harbouring him that Ash had. He’d been pissed with Jo for flirting with Dean, but not pissed enough to want her dead, and it wasn’t like she’d known Dean was taken. Sam was never going to be able to lay the kind of claim on Dean that would signal him being off the market, not without alienating most of their friends.
“Hey,” said Dean. “You made it out okay, then.”
Ellen half-shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” she said. “They got Ash.”
Sam nodded. “We saw the broadcast,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing you could have done,” said Ellen. “Just glad you boys made it.”
“We got lucky,” said Dean. Sam gritted his teeth at that – there was nothing lucky about their lives so far.
“You boys got word for me?” asked Bobby.
Sam nodded. “Caleb and Gordon are both in,” he said. “They’re going to head over to Wyoming and camp there until we know where this place is.”
Bobby nodded. “Guess I’ll be doing the same, then,” he said. “It’ll be good to catch up with Caleb again – been too long since I saw him.”
“But not Gordon,” said Dean with a grin. Bobby just snorted in reply.
Sam got his shower. He tried to be as quick as he could, but it was too good to have hot water running over him, washing away all the sweat and dirt of the last few days. By the time Dean had his shower, most of the hot water was gone and he came out glaring at Sam. Sam made a mental note to watch out for some form of revenge.
Bobby’s men were already getting packed up when they came out, having arguments about who was travelling with who and which route would be best. Sam watched Bobby try and mediate for a while, then went back into the kitchen to make coffee.
****
Bobby got everyone sorted out and on the road after a quick lunch, splitting up the convoy to take different routes so that the aliens wouldn't notice the sudden mass migration. Sam and Dean took their own route, navigating the back roads that Sam had been travelling on his whole life as if they were their own back yard.
They made it to the place Caleb had indicated just as night was falling, bumping over dirt tracks that made Dean curse under his breath about the suspension for the last few miles. It was a large, grassy area next to a fast-flowing river, surrounded by miles of forest and far away from any civilisation.
Caleb and Gordon were both already there. Caleb's men had set their mismatched tents out in neat rows like a military encampment next to the river, while Gordon's men had just drawn their trucks around into a rough circle a little further away from where the road came out and dotted their tents between them.
Bobby took in the scene, then pointed to a spot between the two, against the forest boundary. “There,” he said decisively, and his men started setting up their own camp, trucks to one side and tents grouped together.
Dean tapped his hand on the Impala's wheel, watching them. “You feel like playing with the others, or finding our own spot?” he asked.
Sam grinned. “You just don't want to take the Impala over any more of this terrain.”
Dean scowled. “She's awesome at many things, but she wasn't built for bumping over fields,” he said.
“We can just stay here,” Sam said, and Dean nodded.
“Awesome,” he said, and turned the engine off.
“Not that awesome,” said Sam. “Another night trying to fit on the back seat is probably going make me a permanent cripple.”
“Well, there'll be more space tonight,” said Dean. “I'm going to be squashed in the front, getting up close and personal with the steering wheel.” Sam frowned and Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Well, we can't sleep together with all these guys around. How we going to explain that if someone decides to pay us an early morning visit?”
Sam sighed. “Great,” he said, slightly bitterly. “So I'm going to be freezing as well.”
“Yeah,” acknowledged Dean. “It's going to suck. How about, after this, we find somewhere to hole up that has an actual bed?”
“If we survive this,” Sam pointed out.
“Pessimist,” muttered Dean, and got out of the car.
****
The thing about bringing that many fighters together somewhere so far from anyone they might have to hide from was that the first thing they wanted to do was to get drunk with each other. Gordon's men built a massive bonfire between the three camps, ignoring Caleb's pointed comments about lighting a beacon for the aliens to find them. Privately, Sam thought he was being overly cautious – the plain they were on was between two hills and so deep in the national park that the likelihood of an alien being within thirty miles was extremely unlikely.
Everyone had alcohol stashed away and once it started coming out the atmosphere loosened up very quickly. A few guys pulled out guitars and there was a couple of deer that Caleb's unit had killed and roasted while waiting for Bobby's gang to arrive. Sam and Dean hung out by the fire, drinking beer and catching up with all the people they knew, fighters from every unit who they'd fought beside at one time or another.
Sam noticed that Dean stuck close to him, especially when he was talking to Gordon's men, but he couldn't bring himself to get worked up about being over-protected the way he usually did, especially not when Dean kept bringing him a fresh beer as soon as he finished the last. It was good to just relax and cut loose a bit, drink and chat,and forget about all the shit the world had piled on him in the last few weeks.
He drank rather more than he meant to and ended up sitting by the fire with Dean, Jo and Harrison, trying not to laugh at the increasingly clumsy lines Harrison was using on Jo.
“You remember that time you guys came with us on that bridge raid?” Harrison said.
Sam sniggered. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You forget to bring the detonator and Dean had to build one out of crap we had in the car.”
Jo laughed. “That's pretty impressive,” she said to Dean, who just looked smug and took a drink.
Harrison scowled. “I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about after the explosion.”
Dean grinned. “You did that awesome move with the guns, jumping into Anne's truck.”
“Yeah, that bit,” said Harrison, glancing sideways at Jo, clearly trying to gauge if she was impressed. “Musta killed four aliens with that move.”
“One,” corrected Sam. “The other three were just momentarily stunned by your graceful elegance.”
“You were like a dancer,” agreed Dean. “I almost bought you some ballet shoes.”
Harrison sighed. “I hate you guys,” he said.
“We'll make sure and remember that if you need your life saving on this one,” said Dean.
“Bite me,” said Harrison. “You're way more likely to get in trouble.”
“Only cos we don't hide like girls at the first sign of danger,” said Dean.
“Hey!” said Jo. “You won't catch me hiding.”
“You're coming?” Sam asked, surprised.
Jo raised her chin stubbornly. “Course,” she said. “Those bastards burnt our home and killed Ash.”
“It's okay, sweetheart,” said Harrison. “I'll watch your back.”
“Call me sweetheart again and you'll be better off watching your own,” said Jo. She glanced over her shoulder at where Ellen was talking to Bobby and Caleb. “I'm going to get another beer.” She stood up, and looked at Dean. “You want to come?”
Sam steeled himself, trying not to glare at her too obviously. She doesn't know, he reminded himself.
“I'm good here,” said Dean, pressing his leg subtly against Sam's. Sam glanced down at his beer to hide his smile at the gesture.
“I'll come,” said Harrison, standing up.
Jo gave him a quick look, then shrugged. “Okay,” she said.
“Think he's got a chance in hell?” Sam asked as they walked away.
Dean snorted. “Not even if she was twice as drunk.” He glanced at Sam, then at the people around them. “Ready for bed?” he asked.
Sam thought about it, about how empty the backseat was going to seem with just him in it after a couple of nights of sharing it with Dean. He sighed. “Guess so,” he said, finishing his beer.
They headed back towards the Impala, but once they were away from the firelight, Dean grabbed Sam's sleeve and lead him further over, into the woods.
“Where we going?” asked Sam.
Dean flashed a grin at him. “Harrison might not be getting laid tonight, but I sure as hell am,” he said. “I'm thinking, get far enough into the woods and no one will notice me blowing you.”
Sam thought about that for a moment. “Get a blanket and some lube from the car, go a bit further into the woods, and no one will notice you fucking me, either,” he said.
Dean changed direction, back towards the car. “I like your thinking,” he said.
Part Twenty-Five
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Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 1,661 words
A/N: Any excuse for a party, right? Try not to hate me too much for fading to black where I did.
Previous Parts: The Road So Far.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four,Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty-One, Part Twenty-Two, Part Twenty-Three
It was a long way back to Bobby’s, and they had to sleep overnight in the car again. By the time they got there, all Sam could think about was having a shower and how amazing it was going to feel to be clean.
It was raining when they arrived, so Sam and Dean went straight inside Bobby’s house from the car, Dean’s collar turned up as if that was somehow going to keep him dry. Bobby was in his kitchen, sitting at the table and having coffee with Ellen and Jo. Until Sam saw them, he didn’t realise just how worried he’d been that they’d paid the same price for harbouring him that Ash had. He’d been pissed with Jo for flirting with Dean, but not pissed enough to want her dead, and it wasn’t like she’d known Dean was taken. Sam was never going to be able to lay the kind of claim on Dean that would signal him being off the market, not without alienating most of their friends.
“Hey,” said Dean. “You made it out okay, then.”
Ellen half-shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” she said. “They got Ash.”
Sam nodded. “We saw the broadcast,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing you could have done,” said Ellen. “Just glad you boys made it.”
“We got lucky,” said Dean. Sam gritted his teeth at that – there was nothing lucky about their lives so far.
“You boys got word for me?” asked Bobby.
Sam nodded. “Caleb and Gordon are both in,” he said. “They’re going to head over to Wyoming and camp there until we know where this place is.”
Bobby nodded. “Guess I’ll be doing the same, then,” he said. “It’ll be good to catch up with Caleb again – been too long since I saw him.”
“But not Gordon,” said Dean with a grin. Bobby just snorted in reply.
Sam got his shower. He tried to be as quick as he could, but it was too good to have hot water running over him, washing away all the sweat and dirt of the last few days. By the time Dean had his shower, most of the hot water was gone and he came out glaring at Sam. Sam made a mental note to watch out for some form of revenge.
Bobby’s men were already getting packed up when they came out, having arguments about who was travelling with who and which route would be best. Sam watched Bobby try and mediate for a while, then went back into the kitchen to make coffee.
Bobby got everyone sorted out and on the road after a quick lunch, splitting up the convoy to take different routes so that the aliens wouldn't notice the sudden mass migration. Sam and Dean took their own route, navigating the back roads that Sam had been travelling on his whole life as if they were their own back yard.
They made it to the place Caleb had indicated just as night was falling, bumping over dirt tracks that made Dean curse under his breath about the suspension for the last few miles. It was a large, grassy area next to a fast-flowing river, surrounded by miles of forest and far away from any civilisation.
Caleb and Gordon were both already there. Caleb's men had set their mismatched tents out in neat rows like a military encampment next to the river, while Gordon's men had just drawn their trucks around into a rough circle a little further away from where the road came out and dotted their tents between them.
Bobby took in the scene, then pointed to a spot between the two, against the forest boundary. “There,” he said decisively, and his men started setting up their own camp, trucks to one side and tents grouped together.
Dean tapped his hand on the Impala's wheel, watching them. “You feel like playing with the others, or finding our own spot?” he asked.
Sam grinned. “You just don't want to take the Impala over any more of this terrain.”
Dean scowled. “She's awesome at many things, but she wasn't built for bumping over fields,” he said.
“We can just stay here,” Sam said, and Dean nodded.
“Awesome,” he said, and turned the engine off.
“Not that awesome,” said Sam. “Another night trying to fit on the back seat is probably going make me a permanent cripple.”
“Well, there'll be more space tonight,” said Dean. “I'm going to be squashed in the front, getting up close and personal with the steering wheel.” Sam frowned and Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Well, we can't sleep together with all these guys around. How we going to explain that if someone decides to pay us an early morning visit?”
Sam sighed. “Great,” he said, slightly bitterly. “So I'm going to be freezing as well.”
“Yeah,” acknowledged Dean. “It's going to suck. How about, after this, we find somewhere to hole up that has an actual bed?”
“If we survive this,” Sam pointed out.
“Pessimist,” muttered Dean, and got out of the car.
The thing about bringing that many fighters together somewhere so far from anyone they might have to hide from was that the first thing they wanted to do was to get drunk with each other. Gordon's men built a massive bonfire between the three camps, ignoring Caleb's pointed comments about lighting a beacon for the aliens to find them. Privately, Sam thought he was being overly cautious – the plain they were on was between two hills and so deep in the national park that the likelihood of an alien being within thirty miles was extremely unlikely.
Everyone had alcohol stashed away and once it started coming out the atmosphere loosened up very quickly. A few guys pulled out guitars and there was a couple of deer that Caleb's unit had killed and roasted while waiting for Bobby's gang to arrive. Sam and Dean hung out by the fire, drinking beer and catching up with all the people they knew, fighters from every unit who they'd fought beside at one time or another.
Sam noticed that Dean stuck close to him, especially when he was talking to Gordon's men, but he couldn't bring himself to get worked up about being over-protected the way he usually did, especially not when Dean kept bringing him a fresh beer as soon as he finished the last. It was good to just relax and cut loose a bit, drink and chat,and forget about all the shit the world had piled on him in the last few weeks.
He drank rather more than he meant to and ended up sitting by the fire with Dean, Jo and Harrison, trying not to laugh at the increasingly clumsy lines Harrison was using on Jo.
“You remember that time you guys came with us on that bridge raid?” Harrison said.
Sam sniggered. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You forget to bring the detonator and Dean had to build one out of crap we had in the car.”
Jo laughed. “That's pretty impressive,” she said to Dean, who just looked smug and took a drink.
Harrison scowled. “I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about after the explosion.”
Dean grinned. “You did that awesome move with the guns, jumping into Anne's truck.”
“Yeah, that bit,” said Harrison, glancing sideways at Jo, clearly trying to gauge if she was impressed. “Musta killed four aliens with that move.”
“One,” corrected Sam. “The other three were just momentarily stunned by your graceful elegance.”
“You were like a dancer,” agreed Dean. “I almost bought you some ballet shoes.”
Harrison sighed. “I hate you guys,” he said.
“We'll make sure and remember that if you need your life saving on this one,” said Dean.
“Bite me,” said Harrison. “You're way more likely to get in trouble.”
“Only cos we don't hide like girls at the first sign of danger,” said Dean.
“Hey!” said Jo. “You won't catch me hiding.”
“You're coming?” Sam asked, surprised.
Jo raised her chin stubbornly. “Course,” she said. “Those bastards burnt our home and killed Ash.”
“It's okay, sweetheart,” said Harrison. “I'll watch your back.”
“Call me sweetheart again and you'll be better off watching your own,” said Jo. She glanced over her shoulder at where Ellen was talking to Bobby and Caleb. “I'm going to get another beer.” She stood up, and looked at Dean. “You want to come?”
Sam steeled himself, trying not to glare at her too obviously. She doesn't know, he reminded himself.
“I'm good here,” said Dean, pressing his leg subtly against Sam's. Sam glanced down at his beer to hide his smile at the gesture.
“I'll come,” said Harrison, standing up.
Jo gave him a quick look, then shrugged. “Okay,” she said.
“Think he's got a chance in hell?” Sam asked as they walked away.
Dean snorted. “Not even if she was twice as drunk.” He glanced at Sam, then at the people around them. “Ready for bed?” he asked.
Sam thought about it, about how empty the backseat was going to seem with just him in it after a couple of nights of sharing it with Dean. He sighed. “Guess so,” he said, finishing his beer.
They headed back towards the Impala, but once they were away from the firelight, Dean grabbed Sam's sleeve and lead him further over, into the woods.
“Where we going?” asked Sam.
Dean flashed a grin at him. “Harrison might not be getting laid tonight, but I sure as hell am,” he said. “I'm thinking, get far enough into the woods and no one will notice me blowing you.”
Sam thought about that for a moment. “Get a blanket and some lube from the car, go a bit further into the woods, and no one will notice you fucking me, either,” he said.
Dean changed direction, back towards the car. “I like your thinking,” he said.
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