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Give a Name... Ch. 01

By: Peccato



The story came as an inspiration to me, after I read: Just Say My Name by Lionidaslion on Community Live Journal.It is a 18 Chapter story plus Epilogue and I wanted to see the response it will receive.Please leave a comment, I learn from them.

Chapter 1: Beginning with Letter I

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"Because, it's a pretty awesome name and I'm a pretty awesome guy." Dean said confidently to the blond secretary.

"Thought batman was a 'pretty awesome' guy?" the blonde returned skeptically. Her long red painted fingernail touching an equally red painted mouth. 

"We're one of the same. He's smart and a lady's man. Besides, I'm starting to believe that you're like Cat woman." Dean said accusingly, his finger wagging in her direction.

The blonde arched her brow questioningly, a playful smile teasing her red lips.

Dean answered."Because, you're smart and sexy, like Cat woman and I think, Batman is catnip to her kitten. Just like, I'm to the likes of you..."

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After hearing that, Sam was trying his best not to call Dean by his name. It was times like these that he wished he could. Dean, being the jerk that he is, was talking up the blond secretary at her desk. They were both told to sit and wait in the waiting room. Before, they could be ushered into Dr. Lucius office.

Sam was sitting in a comfortable love seat sofa. The cushioning was plush and sturdy but the back rest felt softer. He sat waiting for their turn along with the rest of the Doctor's patients, while watching his idiot brother make a spectacle of himself. 

Instead of doing as he was told, Dean was leaning over the secretary's dark wooden desk, shifting the totem pole desk ornament to one side, to make space for his folded arms. Sam looked on in disgust. Only his brother can make such an ass of himself, by spouting such lame pick-up lines. 

It didn't matter if the secretary was hot and Dean wanted to kill time. Dean should be sitting next to him. He had made sure to sit in the two person's love seat, where they had a reason to sit close together. 

But no! From the moment, they entered the Doctor's office, which was lavishly decorated by the way. The blonde took an interest in his older brother and Dean stayed behind, basking in her attention, like thirteen year old virgin. 

Even from where Sam sat, he watched the little blonde hanging on to his brother's every word. And 'Whadyakno'! From Dean's advantage and with the secretary leaning, so far over her desk, Dean was enjoying the sight, he's been offered. Propped up on her crossed arms, her deep cut pink sweater was sporting a pair of breast that Pamela Anderson would buy.

Giving, Sam the idea to call out Dean's name, so Dean could sport a stiff asset himself. It would be funny to watch, with him dressed as a federal agent, with a massive size boner. Sam knew that his brother would look over at him with annoyance, but still would beg him for a quickie in the bathroom, regardless of the circumstances. 

Like that hasn't happen already!

The last time, was a perfect example of Sam slipping up. But hating himself for it, in the end. He didn't mean to call Dean's name, but when he was on autopilot his brother's name wasn't far from his lips.

When it had happened, they were at the morgue looking at the victim's body with one gaping vertical wound across her stomach and hardly any blood stains on the skin. The body was laid out on an iron slab, with her internal organs sectioned off into iron pewter dishes, according to size. 

They were all surrounding her lifeless body, only on a different table, far off in the corner, were her large and smaller intestines. They were piled into a heap, in a big plastic bowl with their contents scraped out into another smaller one and the unbearable scent, in the morgue, was coming from that one small bowl. The mortician hadn't checked her stomach contents, but the rest of her organs were thoroughly dissected, some unrecognizable after the examination. 

Sam nearly hurled in the Doctor's office. Just thinking about that smell, that was as president as the smell of the eucalyptus plants stuffed in the waiting room. He gave a light cough in his hand, hoping to get his stomach settled, to then pull his hand away, quickly. The slight smell of rubber was coming from his hand and was another stark reminder of the events of last night. 

He had worn rubber gloves, to conduct his gruesome investigation. With cutting the wound horizontally open, it had created a cross cut over her stomach. He had pulled the four triangular shaped flaps back. Her esophagus and womb were the only organs left in her body cavity. From her chest till her belly, there was nothing left but skin, bones and air.

But with all of her insides on display, the smell of sterile noxious fumes mixed with the smell of acidic fermented digestive tract fluids and the open wound itself, large enough to remove a baby from, had made him light headed. 

He remembered feeling numb and devoid of emotion, while he pulled the bottom skin back to pull her womb forward and take a closer look at it. His other hand was free to move fluorescent light above his head, brining it closer to the body.

The skin over the stomach was stretched to hold the eighth month old baby that was removed from its protective home. Still, the womb was intact. Not a scar or a tear on the organ. The womb looked normal with no conspicuous discoloration, as far as he can guess. Surprisingly, it was also very small. 

Sam had felt confusion and helplessness, while searching for clues to whom or what could have done this. It was all nicely executed and they had left no trace of themselves behind.

His mind was elsewhere as he asked Dean for a scalpel, causing the slip up as he said Dean's name. Dean's reaction wasn't a shocker, but it still shocked Sam. He couldn't believe that his brother would want to have sex after viewing such a body. 

The macabre sight wasn't horrific in the sterile room, but it was a shocking reminder of humanity and its mortality. The baby was gone and the mother was dead. End of story, no tears to be shed.

So, why do I feel like it but...?

Sam had wondered if he was truly becoming immune to the deaths or the sight of it. Though he knew or hoped there was some humanity left in him, to care and want to help. He couldn't help think about his uncaring reaction to the corpse.

Sam looked over to the secretary's desk to see his brother chatting up the dumb blonde (because anyone who fell for Dean's lame ass pick-up lines had to be) and was leaning in closer. Sam couldn't hear what his brother was saying, but he wondered if Blondie would still be interested in his brother. If she were to find out that they were in a morgue, last night, dissecting their patient's corpse.

Unlike his older brother, Sam knew how Dean got squeamish around dead bodies and this one was too human that it looked inhumane. The victim looked like a normal white female: brown hair and blue eyes, average build and height and far too young to be claimed by death. Hardly a scar or a blemish on her skin to tell a life story and she looked like anybody's sister, daughter or wife. Now, she was toe-tagged and filed open case number GHW-0147985, instead.

What was amazing for Sam, while he watch his brother whisper to the blonde, that Dean was giving the same look to the secretary that Dean gave him, last night. When they were in the morgue, Dean stood back and gave him a smug look filled with devious intent. Sam kept saying 'no' but who was he kidding. This was Dean Winchester, there was no way he could escape his brother intentions, once it came to sex.

Sam remembered refusing to give into his brother, telling Dean to take care of it by himself. Dean only stood back and waited with a solemn look on his face. Sam was angry with the world and with himself, then. He felt frustrated and the one to blame for his brother's discomfort. He caused the slip up. Now, Dean was paying for it. 

Dean had begun to grab his own dick through his pants, while grunting in pain. Dean never asked for Sam to hurry it up. But Sam wasn't deterred by his brother's painful sobs and had remained focused on the job. The one, they had to do, that night. 

Sam could care less about his brother's little frustrations. He couldn't deal with Dean and the dead body of Stacy Rutherford. During his examination, he had found some interesting things that he would like to ask the Doctor about, which mattered more.

Like, how was it possible that the victim had everything out side of her body, with not much blood being spilled? Though everything was accounted for (besides her baby) why was her womb still intact?

After Sam made note of his findings, he watched his brother shift from one foot to the next in the morgue. Dean's hands held himself in a firm grasp, watching him with that painful but devious look. Sam hated the damn curse back then. He couldn't keep his big mouth shut, something Dean would agree. He knew he had been careless, when he had called Dean's name. Sam wasn't sympathetic to do anything about Dean obvious aching erection. 

I was feeling anger and guilt; not horny!

How could he, with such a horrid sight. It was the stuff of nightmares. But Dean's craving hadn't quite lessened, from the first time, it had happened to him. The only difference was that he had learned to hold out longer. Not much, but better than before. Still, it was more than usual.

Yet today, while sitting in the Doctor's lounge, Sam saw potential to the curse. Dean would buck up against the secretary's desk and look at him with pleading eyes. His actions would make it clear to the blonde, who Dean really belonged to. 

Sam knows Dean likes a bit of manhandling and the petite blonde wasn't equipped for Dean. Besides, Sam is the only one, who knows how to handle something that is unmanageable as Dean. 

Sam grinned wickedly to himself. He knew with Dean's blond spiky hair, that he likes to grab while staring into those bright green candy colored eyes, kissing his brother's full pouty lips and touching his muscular freckled body. Not to mention, the hot precum that would leak out of his brother's massive erect cock when he would...

A high pitch laughter filled the Lounge and people turned to look at the secretary, while she laughed. The other patients had finally stopped looking at his brother and for once was adverting their eyes to the real problem at hand. Some looked at him, but all he could do was smile and shrugged his shoulders. Whenever, they both walked into a crowded room. Dean always caught the attention of people. It was something inevitable, but was annoying to him.

Because like the blonde, who began to twirl her long blond hair about her long red painted fingernails, was giving Dean a come hither stare. Sam wished he could openly look at his brother like that. Maybe even touch him lovingly in public. 

Sam watched as his brother rubbed the back of his neck and grinned widely, giving his award winning smile to the blond bitch.

Dean was unconsciously rubbing the same spot, where Sam had marked him, last night. Sam wondered if Dean was reminiscing, about after they had left the morgue. Seeing that Dean is one heck of a persistent and determined little bugger and had refused to relieve himself of his own burden. He'd walked stiffly to the car, his gait wide and his hand in his pocket.

As soon they had entered the Impala, Dean had jumped him. Sam wasn't even remotely into to it. He tried to get his brother off his lap, until Dean dropped his pants with his back turn to him and began to grind in his lap, putting a prized lap dancer to shame. 

Dean had no shame in seducing him, making it hard for Sam to ignore. The action itself was more a turn on than the friction. Dean had wanted him now, with no question. 

Feeling Dean's ass grind on his growing cock, Sam went at the flesh at the back of his brother's neck. While Dean began opening himself up with one forceful finger. Dean removed his finger and spat on a second digit. 

If that wasn't a sexy sight then Sam needed his dick fixed. Because before Dean could work himself more open. Sam had pulled his fly down, flipped his cock out, spat in his hand, lathered himself up and rammed it home deep in his brother's sweet ass. It was tight, but Dean always was.

Another louder laughter rang through the Lounge and through Sam's growing arousal. Sam was going to pop Dean's name. His little day trip down memory lane had awaken his desires along with jealousy and his need to possess his wayward brother. He wanted his brother with him and he wanted to claim his brother, now!

He was about to take a piece out of his brother's fine ass, rising to approach the pair, when the door to the Doctor's office opened. Doctor Lucius came out of his office, a sour look written all over his face.

"Well, I do believe that you gentlemen have become very acquainted with my secretary, am I right?" looking at Dean. "Linda, would you be so kind to bring me a copy of Stacy's file to my office?"

Then said more directly at what he was looking at "That is the motives, for why you are here? Am I correct, Agent...?" the Doctor asked with a raised eyebrow and a wave of his hand.

Sam could tell that Dean had heard the jab in the Doctor's voice. The Doctor stood waiting, quietly.

With the same smile, Dean had on his face for the buxom secretary. Dean gave the Doctor an 'eat- shit-and-die' look. Sam moved in to grab the Doctor's attention away from Dean. Since, Dean looked like he was about to flip the Doctor off, in another second, but the blond hussy tapped Dean on his hand. Stopping Sam to look at it and try to burn it off with his glare.

"The files will be right in your office, Dr. Lucius." she said towards Dean. The look she gave Dean, when she bended over to get out from behind her desk, said enough.

"Well thank you, Lin. I hope to hear from you again." Dean said with a wink and it had twisted Sam's guts.

That is it! Jealousy or not he was going to chew through his brother's ass and brand his name into the stump.

Sam had it with his brother and Sam wanted Dean to focus. Before he could say anything or pull them aside, Dean was already introducing himself to the Doctor as Horatio Daniels and his partner Jack Caine. 

Like clock work Sam pulled his badge out the same time as his brother pulled his out and stuffed it back into their coats. 

Sam hated it when Bobby picked out the names for their fake badges, but he hated it more when both Bobby and Dean picked them out together. Of course, it would be a mix between what they were watching the night before while drinking. 

Because, that was all the two drunks could remember, the following day. Sam had refused to join them in their quest to get shitfaced, staying focus on the job.

"Well, Agent Daniels would you and your partner Caine would like to enter into my office?" Dr. Lucius offered while stepping aside.

The Doctor's office was simple, a dark wooden desk, some filing cabinets and two upholstered chairs. The chairs were of the same color and texture as the dark brown sofas in the waiting room.

But it was the wall behind the Doc's desk that had him stunned was covered in Degrees. Sam couldn't believe the amount of Diploma's that were plastered on this guy's wall. In order, to receive this much of credentials, you would have to be studying all the time, for the past 20 years.

"It took me twelve years with no sleep to accomplish them all. I started college fairly young. I was a brilliant student and excelled at my academic studies. My parents could afford my tuition, and now..." the Doctor said while waving a hand around the room. "I would like to consider myself as a distinguished Doctor, but who knows?"

"And it's an impressive achievement. But we would like to ask you a couple of questions, Dr. Lucius. About the death of Stacy Rutherford and its strangeness..." Sam began while taking a seat next to his brother in of the plush upholstered chairs.

The Doctor nodded his head. From the corner of his eye, Sam saw Dean shrugged and hasn't said a thing. Dean was keeping his mouth shut. He could be smart that way, sometimes.

"We understand that Stacy had some problems getting pregnant. Till after she paid the fertility clinic a visit." Sam continued.

"Yes, our fertility clinic is the best. It would be of a good judgment to concede to its highly successful rate. I am quite proud of our head office. Wouldn't you say?" Dr. Lucius said looking at Dean.

"Uhm...yeah!" Sam answered instead, glancing quickly at his brother. 

"But did Stacy had, let's say, any problems with her pregnancy? Did the baby showed signs of distress? Or showed up differently on the monitor? Or was Stacy suffering from natal depression? Perhaps, she thought that her baby was possessed or something?" Sam asked note book in his hand, at the ready.

"No, it was all going so well. The baby was healthy and the mother was healthy physically and mentally. No signs of manic or natal depression. Why women opt to come to iStahar clinic? One: for its immaculate services and treatments. And two: for the guaranteed success rates along with the support they will obtain after the delivery. The iStahar clinic demands from their patients, to undergo rigorous and habitual medical and psychological evaluations, almost once every week. They make sure..."

"Excuse me, Doctor." said the secretary as she entered the room, walking towards the Doctor's desk.

Dean gave Sam a smirk after the secretary had bended over in-front of them to lay Stacy's medical file on the Doctor's table. Sam could see Dean's hands twitched to slap her ass. Sam on the other hand wanted to smack his brother behind his head.

"What perfect timing or terrible timing, they say? Thanks, Linda! That will be all for now, I believe?" the Doctor said looking at his secretary with quizzical eyebrows.

"Understood, Doctor. No more interruptions." the secretary said while leaning a hand on Dean's shoulder before taking her leave.

Thankfully, the Doctor wasn't looking at Dean, but at the files in his hands. Quickly, the Doctor wiped at his nose and coughed into his hand. Sam could tell that the Doctor was having a hard time like him to control their colleagues. Sam had already felt a kinship to the man. With a quick glare at his brother, Dean shrugged his shoulders with a mischievous smile. Sam returned his attentions to the Doctor when the man began to speak.

"Yes, here we are. These are the medical and examiners files on Stacy Rutherford's pregnancy and death. They are already copied, together with a week pass to our iStahar clinic. As I was about to say, if I may proceed?" the Doctor said looking up at Dean, his hands wiping on a handkerchief.

"The iStahar clinic is our mother head office and my clinic is a subdivision from the iStahar clinic. Though, they subsidize smaller medical offices, they have dissimilar medical practices to their smaller endeavors. I considered my office, an independent or stand alone clinic, for the reason that I have my own patients. Intermittently, I do entertain patients from the head office. Stacy was one such a case and I was to tend to her and her child's welfare. Of course, after she had delivered the babe, wouldn't you say?" the Doctor said flipping his long black bangs out of his face. 

He turned to his wall of diplomas. "You see, I am hoping to become a recognized pediatrician. I was eager to commence the required studies with Stacy's infant. But now, who knows?"

Sam looked up at the wall and thought to himself that the Doctor probably not only had lack of sleep but sex too, in order to get that amount and want to add more. 

Seriously, Sam has never seen a bigger nerd in his life. The Doctor was interestingly enough a rather handsome young man, dressed in a dark green tweed suit with a dark brown turtle neck sweater. The Doctor had wavy jet black hair and green eyes. 


Give a Name... Ch. 01



Sam turned to glance at his brother. The green is not the same but darker, like of thick forest. Still, the black lashes framing his eyes were as long and his voice was as deep as Dean's.

Dean was blissfully looking at the wall himself or so Sam thought. When, Dean felt Sam looking. He turned his head quickly towards Sam with a quirky smile. Dean's face looked guilty and flushed like he has been caught starring at a fly on the wall.

Sam knew his brother was actually caught in the act of zoning out. Dean must have been zoning out or thinking about the hot secretary. Sam hoped for the zoning out.

"What about her family or friends? Do you know anything about them?" Sam asked returning to the Doctor.

"No, the fertility clinic covered such an aspect. There is a friend but no relatives. You could say she went there, on her own." While, pointing at the file: "Her address and contacts are in the file. I believe they are posted at the back?"

Sam took a look and saw the list. It was short, but Sam was expecting that, he had hoped the Doctor had spoken to Stacy's one friend. Just to gather, a little more information, before heading out to the clinic. Their last interview with Stacy's longtime childhood friend would have to do. Sam nodded and Dean cleared his throat.

"And what, about the fact that her womb was still intact. Do you know another way to remove a baby from the mother without cutting the womb open?" Sam asked ignoring Dean's cue that he was ready to leave.

"Only, through performing an abortion or inducing labor. Otherwise, not yet! That is a question better directed to the clinic, for none of which has happened to our victim. The clinic's radical technology and practices are unconventional. Heed my words, it is best to ask them. Who knows what you might find?" Dr. Lucius said smiling slowly.

For some strange reason, the question came over seductively in Sam's opinion and he noticed how well sculptured the Doc's lips were. They were thin but well defined, almost feminine like. As a matter of fact, if the Doctor's voice wasn't as deep as Dean's with his Adam's apple bobbing each time he flipped his hair out of his face. The man could have passed for a woman. 

Not to mention, when Sam passed him by the door, to enter his office. Dr. Lucius came to his shoulder. The Doctor probably came to Dean's eyes, Sam guessed. Short and slightly build. Sam absently wondered how much, would the Doctor weigh. 

Sam took in the long black wavy hair cut into a seductive bob, swept carelessly to the side. The Doctor's bangs were layered and hanging seductively low over heavy eyelashes. 

His long eyelashes framed slanted cat like eyes with deep green eyes that stood out and capture Sam's attention. Finishing up, with a small petite nose and a jaw line, that was strong with a cleft in his chin. 

If the Doctor had full lips instead of thin. It would have been difficult to tell if he was a man at all, until he spoke. 

"Thanks, Dr. Lucius. We would like to ask some more questions on the pregnancy itself. But I take it, you couldn't help us out on that one." Sam said turning away from the Doctor's lips and over to Dean. 

Sam nodded and Dean caught it from the corner of his eye.

The Doctor was giving Dean the once over with his dark green eyes, when he said "No, I am truly sorry about it all. Although, I am too puzzled and frightened by her passing. You know what I mean?"

"Why is that, Doc?" Dean asked ruggedly. 

It was the first time Dean said something during their conversation with the Doctor and it came out heated. Sam noticed the hostility between the two, eyes trained on each other and tried to figure out, if the blonde was really worth it?

"Well, who would want to steal a test-tube infant?" the Doctor asked turning to him, the showdown finished.

The question caught Sam's attention as well as the Doctor good looks, astonishing him. Seriously speaking, the Doc is a good looking guy. His dark hair was well groomed and those green eyes were attractive and Sam began to feel some attraction towards the Doctor.

"Well, Agent Caine, I hope, you have all, you have requested. Please call, if there is anything else that you may need. Do you have my number?" the Doctor asked in a low voice, watching Dean. 

Sam's heart sped up at the sound of it. The Doctor extended his hand towards Sam but Dean grabbed it, instead. Dean shook the Doctor's hand and turned to leave. 

Sam shook the Doctor's hand in turn and felt his pulse raced. Dean was already out the door, when Sam turned to look back at the Doctor, before he exited. The Doctor stood behind his desk with his back turned to Sam. He was admiring his wall of Degree's.

Yeah, even from the back the Doctor was tempting.



Give a Name... Ch. 02



Chapter 2: To the Road Less Traveled 

While, they were driving in the car, Sam was flipping through Stacy's file, before heading to the mother office, iStahar Clinic, in La Crosse, Wisconsin. Sam knew already what he would find. 

It was the same with the other victim's. All seven were women, who had difficulties with getting or staying pregnant, and were either alone or had little or no relatives or friends. They were able to get pregnant through the clinic and during their third trimester, they were murdered. Somehow, their children were removed from their stomach.

Their deaths were all the same: blood drained, stomach sliced opened, baby removed, but womb was still intact. No signs of struggle or trauma besides the obvious gaping hole in their middle and their organs arrange in a neat pile beside the body.

Police reports say the crime scene had no other suspicious traces of blood except for the victim's and was clear of any incriminating evidence. Their blood was found on their hands and under the pile of organs. It brought about the assumption that the victims were, either, alive during the draining of their blood or the dissection, to remove the baby. 

If so then why hadn't the mothers called out for help or at least cried out from the pain? 

Damn it if it didn't hurt, because there weren't any toxins found, in the little blood that was left. Their blood was cleaned of any anesthetics or paralysis. Also, there was no bruising on their hands, feet or mouth to say the victims were restrained. 

So, why hadn't they called out for help or at least fought their attackers? 

This all caught Bobby's attention. There wasn't much blood in the body or around the body to imply a struggle or that the body was brought back to where the victims where found. The women were always placed out in the open where they could easily be found. The last time anyone ever saw them was when they came out of the clinic to visit friends and families. They were murdered before or after the appointed times. 

Witnesses remembered, Stacy leaving the restaurant and heading into the alley. They didn't hear Stacy screamed or cried out for help. Only, Stacy's friend, Hennessey, scream was heard, when she came out looking for Stacy and found her dead.

Three nights ago they had interviewed the friend, but she refused to talk or she couldn't. Hennessey (Dean grinning at the name) hadn't seen Stacy, since she started going to the clinic and had gotten pregnant. Stacy would call from the clinic, but it was only after her eight month, was she allowed to leave. The clinic was afraid that something might happen to her and her baby. 

Sam had felt fed up and frustrated, after. There was nothing, much to go on and it left the trail cold.

There was no reason, to take these women? So, why even take their babies? 

The crime photos were always the same. The women were fully dressed with the pile of organs beside them, starting from big too small. It reminded him, sickly of the toy pyramid, with its rainbow colored circles stacked on top of each other. 

Who could have done such a thing? Who was capable of pulling it off?

Bobby made an interesting speculation, surrounding the blood on the hands, that the women did it to themselves. That was impossible because of the 'no-blood' factor. They had to be already dead because of the blood loss or at least in pain. 

If she was possessed then it would make sense, because of the disposition of the cut on the torso. Like the others, Stacy was right handed. The cut was made by someone, who was left handed.

The police believed a serial killer(s) or an organization, which either killed pregnant women and their babies, or they killed pregnant women for their babies, that were the culprits behind the murders.

The frequency of the murders was what tipped Bobby off to the case. It was the fourth time that a series of these deaths occurred. Each time, it would happen in a different city and state within the last two months. 

It was hard to keep track of the murders. They hardly made head line news and after eight pregnant women were killed. The culprit skipped town to move on to another. All murders were in connection to the iStahar Clinic. 

When, they started to happen in South Dakota (Bobby's backyard) and Wisconsin, Bobby had already begun looking into all the cults and supernatural beings. Looking up on anything that has to do with child abduction from the womb or child sacrifice and it didn't look good. 

All the text and references were over whelming. Starting, from modern day occult to ancient historical text; all screamed that this wasn't looking good and 'fuck' if it wasn't going good, either.

Sam worked his tie open to get a bit of air down his lungs. His right elbow was propped up against the door, his hand to his mouth and staring out the window. His earlier vexation at his brother was long forgotten. Sam tried to relax, but he started to feel something else, like a pair of familiar green eyes on him.

Sam turned to glance at his brother and caught Dean adverting eyes. As if Sam had the time to tear into his brother's ass, because Dean was soft on some female tail. 

Sam hated it when his brother was flirtatious. He would have been complaining about his brother's action by now, but this case had him feeling on edge.

The thought of someone committing crimes against mothers and their babies for supernatural purposes, reminded him of Azazel and Lilith. Azazel, who had gone around offing the mother's of the children, who had drank his demon blood. Lilith, for when she had worn a child meat-suite. Sam still remembers offing the bitch, who used to feed on them. A secret smile spread across his face. 

Those were some good times!

But still, it took one heck of strong demonic power to possess a child. Since, children carried little sin. As for an unborn child, it carried almost no sin at all, until it was born. But the best way to gain power was through children, especially babies. The younger they were; the more potent their pure souls were.

Though, times have changed. People have invented trust-funds and social security for themselves. The gods weren't reliable sources and demons were unreliable paychecks. Child sacrifice is still a common practiced today. Not on such a scale, like the past two months. 

In the last two weeks alone, seven pregnant women have been murdered and robbed of their babies. If it were a supernatural being, they would have covered their tracks by now, instead of leaving obvious breadcrumbs for a hunter to follow. 

So, who could it be?

Sam closed the file shut and began to pinch the bridge of his nose. The case was bringing up some unsolved and untouched issues. Sam, who had heard the story behind his birth from Dean and his father, was feeling more emotionally involved and attached to this case than most. 

For one: the murdering of pregnant women. Especially women, who were having a hard time getting pregnant to begin with. Then to finally have succeeded in having gotten with child, only to have their babies removed. Their dreams of joy were killed or stolen, by some unknown evil force or demon.

At least, my mom had six months with me....

Sam closed his eyes but he could still see the pictures of the murdered women in his mind. Who ever took those pictures, took them in an aerial view. 

The women lying on the dirty floor, their eyes opened wide with a bloody gash across their stomachs. Legs and arms position in an uncompromising fashion. Their blond hair splayed out about their heads, fire bursting forth behind them, crawling along the ceiling and Sam stopped the images of Jess and his mother from entering his mind. 

He exhaled loudly and brushed his hair from out of his face. Palms wet from sweat. He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times. They faded to the back of his mind where they belonged. Hidden in the far depths of his heart where they enter the darkness of his past, tainted by a pair of yellow eyes.

Turning more to the window looking out, he wondered silently, if his mother was happy having him when he was a baby. If she cradled him with love, like she did with Dean. 

If after giving birth to Sam, did his mom, dad and Dean celebrate his birth? Did she cry tears of joy, when Azazel had cut her open (like the other victims) and plastered her on the roof above his crib? 

Shit!

Sam realized that he had stopped breathing and took a deep breath. Looking out the window again, trying desperately to focus on the passing cars, as they drove East on I-90 to Minnesota and then turning off to enter Wisconsin. 

He vowed to put a stop to this. It wasn't fair for him to grow up without knowing his mother. No human-being should endure this kind of pain. Not knowing, if they were a joy to their mother. Being told so wasn't enough and it never will be.

Sam was an exception. He wasn't exactly a bundle of joy or even fully human. He was a living malediction and the reason for his mother's and Jess' death. Deaths, that took a toll on his father's life and were the reason behind their unusual upbringing and lifestyle. Deaths, that made him fled from his father and brought him back home, to Dean. All because Sam was born and was too young to kill himself.

Ha, talk about yourself loathing and atonement!

Sam chuckled and Dean looked at him, wearily. Of course, if Dean knew what he was thinking about, he would be pissed!

If his annoying brother found out, what he was thinking about or was willing to do, in order to save these women's lives and himself from his transgressions. Even, if it meant his death. Dean wouldn't find it so funny, at all! 

Dean turned the volume up on the radio. Sam let Dean play his music loud. It helped to keep his mind off of his sordid past, but it wasn't helping him with the case. He couldn't think because Dean was playing Led Zeppelin again for the millionth time. This time it was that stupid 'Kashmir' song, not really one of Dean's favorites, to generic.

Sam chuckled again and Dean looked at him. Dean leaned over and turned the volume down, "You wanna share that with the rest of the class, Sammy!"

"Dude, Kashmir is in India." A moment pause, then Sam added to tease his brother, "You know where the Kama Sutra came from?" 

Dean looked at him with an arched eye brow and said hurriedly: "Is that, where they filmed, that hot Bollywood movie with the two Indian chicks making out?"

What the hell has my brother been watching?

"No... The Indian Sanskrit about the art of love making and its various sexual positions." Sam said to his brother expectant face.

"You were looking at a sandskit..." -"Sanskrit!"- "...yeah that... for sexual positions?" Dean continued, with a knowing smile. His right eye brow arched high.

Leave it to his brother to think about sex and not the love making part or anything else for that matter.

"No, I became curious about this song and looked it up. I was wondering why you didn't like it much. So, uhm... I looked it up. Did you know they wrote this song while driving in Southern Morocco, from Goulimine to Tantan in the Sahara Desert?" Sam asked. 

"Of course, I knew that!" Dean shrugged his shoulders, but gave Sam a fleeting look.

Sam just laughed.

He remembered about his younger years when he looked up everything on Dean's favorite rock bands. He was desperate to be accepted by his brother or to become just like him. Until, he began to grow sexual feelings for Dean and ran to Stanford to escape them. 

Unfortunately or luckily for Sam, he could never escape from his feelings for Dean and neither from his brother. Dean always knows how to find him. Their life's roads intertwined and leaded back to one another, to merge and melt into one, never to part or escape the other.

Yep, Dean is one hell of a persistent and determined little bugger!



Give a Name... Ch. 03



Chapter 3: To the Reason Why Angels Fall

They were pulling up into the parking lot of the iStahar Fertility Clinic. The Clinic looked like someone's rich vacation home. Sam was impressed and Dean was, too. His brother slowed down driving as they had approach the clinic.

The clinic was situated close to the Wisconsin's University. They had driven down La Crosse St. and turned right on East Avenue N. They had passed Oak Grove Cemetery on the way. Sam saw Dean looking at it on their way over. He wondered if Dean was already looking for another job to tackle or was thinking, like he was, that it had some connection to the case they were working on. Sam hoped so. 

It was easy to light a corpse on fire than trying to kill a demon.

The outer side walls and roof of the clinic were painted baby blue, but the front entrance was of pure glass. Gilded statues were posted at each side of the glass-paned doors. The entrance was large and wide enough to roll an elephant through. 

From here, the golden tinted statues looked ominous and foreboding. Their sheer size alone was telling Sam that they probably, were taller than him and were worth more than his and his brother's life combined. His probably cost less than Dean. So, he added Blondie to the equations.

Sam felt a nervous twitch in his gut as they neared the building, looking for a parking spot. This was some serious money. The types of money that can make unwanted things go away or disappear. Sam wanted to go away or disappear, himself, but he couldn't for the sake of these women. Their deaths were calling to him and he was there to answer their call.

From the moment Bobby presented this case to them, more than five weeks ago. It was a surprise to see it was happening here, in lovely South Dakota and Wisconsin. They had a lucky break. Bobby was vigilant in keeping tabs of his home town. 

They had been tracking the damn thing, but to no avail. Each time, they got, either close enough for it to give them the slip or to witness its aftermath. There weren't much warning and they still haven't figured out who or what was causing the murders.

They had already ticked off the main characters. It smelled of the yellow eyed demon MO, but he was gratefully dead. Lilith was dead, because Sam drank enough demon blood to kill the bitch. So, that had left Lucifer, but Sam hoped that Lucifer was too busy bringing on the apocalypse to do some child sacrificing. Castiel had left them to track Lucifer's next steps.

Bringing, Sam back to his initial question. Who is tempted to pull this off? It had to be someone or something that was either powerful or dumb enough to try something like this? 

Another question that came to mind was from Dr. Lucius. Why would anyone want a test tube baby?

Sam thought it might be, because the killer knew the infants would be healthy and unblemished by diseases and other human deformities or ailments. It made sense. 

Why waste your time getting a baby that might have human imperfections, when these women were carrying healthy bundles of joy? Who would want to take a risk going through all of this trouble; to gamble on picking up someone's freak-a-zooid?

Then in that case, this wasn't a case for them, but for the officials. There was no supernatural activity, because they don't discriminate much, like humans do. There will be no need for them to investigate. That is, if you didn't count the weirdness surrounding their deaths. 

Not forgetting, the idea that someone was stealing infants. This left them with the biggest mystery of all. 

What happened to the babies? Where did they go and who were taking them? And most of all, why?

Sam stepped out of the car and walked up the grand entrance of the clinic. There was not much cars parked out in the parking lot. Sam adjusted his tie and gave himself a once over in the gleaming reflection of the car. 

It took a moment, for Sam to realize that on their trip over here that Dean hasn't said much to him. Within the last five hours or so, his talkative brother was quiet. He turned back to the car and peered over the black rooftop of the Impala to talk to Mr. Motor Mouth.

"Hey, Mr. M&M. Are you OK?" Sam looked at his brother.

Dean was looking tempting in his federal suit, while adjusting his tie. Even with a sour face, Sam wanted to kiss him and maybe do some other things to those pouty lips. Motor Mouth did know how to use his mouth on a cock.

Dean scowled at his teasing and pulled his jacket on. His green eyes trained on the blue building behind him.

"Look, why don't you head back to the city and look for a motel. Maybe do some research, while you wait? I can take it from here." Sam offered, watching his brother fixed himself.

"I know you saw, what's next door? A fricken University! Where, there's a University; there're students. Where there're students; there're always beers and girls! After, I'm done here. I'm so going next door to say 'Howdy' to the neighbors. So, don't stop me!" Dean winked.

Dean's refusal was expected. Do research? Not, Dean Winchester! Not when Dean could be scoping out the hot University girls next door and chug beer.

Sam watched as Dean buttoned up his coat jacket and continued to walk towards the glass doors and into the reception hall. Sam fallowed his brother and wanted to give his brother's ear a flick. Dean was annoying the heck out of him today. 

As he passed, he gave the menacing statues a studious glare and moved in closer behind his brother. The statues were taller than and looked to be of real gold. He was tempted to touch them. Instead, his look at them before was enough. He remembered how their color was brightly shining with the sun's rays. The statues were in the shape of a totem pole. An owl perched on top with its wings spanned, holding a snake in its claws while the snake's tail was wrapped around the lion's neck. 

Sam gave an internal groan. He was beginning to hate this more, than the thought of Dean heading over to the University next door.

The inside of the clinic, however, looked exactly to what a country club or beach resort should look like, all dark wooden floors and white furnishings with lush plants strewn about. There was a clean feel to it, but the luxury that was provided, gave it class and comfort. 

To their right was the front desk embedded, like the bar to left a bit further back. The roof of the clinic was opulent, and further back was the stairs to the second floor visible. Underneath the winding stairs was an elevator, with a few feet in front raised up a few steps a reception lounge area. 

The entire front of the building wall was nothing but glass and giving the lobby a wide open welcoming space. Sam would bet his entre college tuition that the architect, who created this building, did so to let maximum sunlight stream into the reception area, bringing out the yellowed colored tiles on the walls, giving the atmosphere its glowing feel.

But that wasn't the reason, which made both Sam and Dean stopped in the entrance hall.

No, the architect and interior designer would get a pat on their backs from Sam for their work. Dean would probably praise, who ever employed the staff here.

Women, who looked like playboy bunnies and men, who looked like Abercrombie Finch cover-models, were busing themselves about the place. 

Some ushering women away and others were sitting around and talking to their patients. The pregnant women wore normal clothes while the staff wore their uniforms.

The women staff was dressed in light blue nurse's uniforms. The Uniforms looked to be of the normal fitting but not on these figures. Some had impossibly large breast and others not. From fair blond to jet black hair, tall and slender and short and buxom, either way, there was something for the liking.

Men were dressed in simple white long sleeved sweaters with a V-neck line and tanned colored baggy pants. The pants were of the same material as the nurse's uniform and some how they were able to sport their muscled and tone legs. The sweaters were form fitting on muscled chest and arms. The variety in men was just as wide as the women. There was even one guy who was taller than Sam. Not as broad as him, but still impressive enough.

Sam looked at his brother and Dean looked worse than, when he had ever called his brother's name. Seriously, the look on his brother's face was shocked, pained and lustful, all at once. Dean looked at Sam and then back at the staff and back at Sam again.

Yeah, sure your Sammy got it...'-Dude! This is so awesome! Man, Check out the hot tail in here! Sammy isn't this frickin sweet! --' Sam thought to himself rolling his eyes. 

Jeez, was my brother ever not a corn dog.

Sam was about to cuff Dean at the back of his head, when two of the staff members, one man and one woman, walked up to them.

Sam noticed behind the two that every other staff member was looking at them and figured the staff knew about the murders and why they were here.

Why else would they be watching them?

The woman spoke with a brutish accent while she introduced herself and her colleague to them both. The guy, stood silently beside her and kept looking at Sam with such hazel eyes and blond hair that it became difficult for Sam to concentrate. 

When Dean introduced himself and Sam, they flashed their fake F.B.I. badges, simultaneously. Sam handed over the week passes to the clinic, breaking the guy's gaze, for a split second. He saw the hazel eyes dart down to check out his chest, when he had flipped open his jacket, to remove the passes.

The guy's partner shook Dean's hand and then did the same with him. When it was Sam's turn to shake the guy's hand, Sam felt his cock twitched at the touch. He felt his cheeks flushed and took a step back behind his brother to stand away from the male nurse.

Sam hadn't realized that he was getting hard, under the guy's gaze.

Dean went with the woman to the front desk to scan their passes. While Sam shoved both of his hands in his pockets, needing to make room for his slight bulge, while the guy still looked at him, thoughtfully.

"So, uhm...how long have you been working here? Sam asked the man.

Luke checked out Sam from head to toe, smiled and said: "About 2 years."

Luke was the guy's name. He wasn't as tall as he was, but was taller than Dean. When Luke moved to stand up straight and folded his arms. 

The authoritative feel Sam got from Luke's stance was clear and challenging. Sam threw back his shoulders and head and felt himself being checked and sized up. There was a moment that he wanted to rebel against this man, but the approval look in Luke's eyes were flattering and appealing.

Sam felt his body was on fire with smugness, but the lascivious look from Luke, made his pulse raced with desire.

"Do you work with the patients?" Sam continued with a heavy labored breath.

"If you're asking if I knew the murdered victims, then like yeah I did. I'm in charge of team 'In Anna'; we look after our female charges. Once, they'd got pregnant, we took charge. Lena's in charge of team 'In Nini', they're in charge of the women psychological evaluation and getting them pregnant. All seven of the women were like under my charge." Luke answered.

"How much charges are there per... team member?" Sam asked feeling weird calling the men nurses.

"...Eight..." Luke said with trouble.

For the second time, since Sam laid eyes on the man, Luke pulled his gaze away from him. He turned to look at their approaching colleagues. Lena pulled up beside Luke and handed Sam's pass back to him.

The passes that Dr. Lucius gave them had access to unlocking rooms and computer files. Now, that they were corded. Sam slipped the pass over his head and noticed the badges symbol. They had the same design like the statues Sam saw at the entrance door, a totem pole in the form of an owl clutching a snake with its tail wrapped around the lion's head.

Only with the owl's wing tucked away, the snake's tongue and fangs were not protruding, while it sat coiled on top of the lion. The Lion was positioned frontward sitting, instead of sideways in stride like the statue. It completed and gave the totem pole a distinct look. The symbol was familiar. 

I've seen this symbol before, some where.

Lena, who was a short brown haired woman with gray eyes (thankfully not blue) with a body to raise Dean's left eyebrow, extended her arm to the back of the building.

"You're just my type, Agent. Such an attractive man, the rest of my female colleagues would love to meet your acquaintance? Can I give you a tour of our Clinic's facility and sleeping quarters, Agent?" Lena asked while Dean was looking at Luke.

"Don' mind 'f ya do, Ma'am." Dean said with a Texan accent.

Sam thought that his brother needs to lay off the cowboy films, booze and women. Only men, who behaved like that, end up alone or dead (take Brokeback Mountain) and Sam was having a hard time choosing between the two for Dean.

"Good idea, Lena. Then I can take Agent Caine with me." said Luke winking at him.

Now that grabbed Sam's attention.

"Uhm... I don't think we should be separated, right, Agent Daniels?" Sam said glaring at Dean.

"Sorry, that you get the sausage." Dean whispered and then extended his arm for Lena to take.

Lena held on saying, "This way, Agent. With one person, to ask questions, instead of two. It will cut our tour time down greatly. Besides, it'll give you more time to meet our female staff. Our clinic is the biggest in America! With seven other head offices and nearly thirty-five other endeavors, across the country, we're aiming for all forty-one states. Then from there, the whole world."

"You don't say... Sounds like a plan to take over the whole world." Dean said being pulled away from Sam.

Sam was left behind, in the reception area, to watch his brother sauntered off with the small brunette. Sam shook his head. At least, he changes it up a bit. Hopefully, this one was smarter than the last. 

Sam turned his gaze over at Luke. Yep, Lucky Luke was still looking at me.

"Don't worry. We're so not holding hands. If that's what you're thinking?" Luke chuckled.

The small laugh calmed Sam's nervousness and he felt himself go red in the cheeks. Sam couldn't believe he was getting nervous and embarrassed around the attractive man. Luke was smoking hot and was making Sam's cock itch to plow Luke's body. Sam shook his head and tried to think back to the last time he and Dean had had sex. 

Christ, he was having a difficult time to, "Don't know. She did say it was a big clinic."

Luke laughed. "Don't worry I'll keep you close. We're head this way." 

Luke gestured with his thumb in the other direction from where Dean and Lena exited. Sam wondered if they were flirting. Luke face was friendly and opened but there was no hint of teasing in his eyes.

No way, would Luke flirt with him. But Sam was skeptical and hopeful. He knew that if he hung around Luke long enough, he might be tempted to do things to the male nurse that would be... just too sinful for words.



Give a Name... Ch. 04



Chapter 4: To the Green Eyed Monster

By the time they arrived back to the reception hall, Sam was tired and he didn't want his time with Luke to end. Luke was smart, funny and open. There was no guess work with the guy. Since, the man wore his heart on his sleeve.

The attraction in Luke's eyes and body language was hard to miss, after awhile. Sam only hoped that he was more withholding, than Dean was with his car keys.

The clinic was eye catching with its latest gadgets and luxury. There was a gym, an Olympic sized swimming pool indoors, and other recreational facilities. The hospital side was modern, clean and comfortable-looking. 

The medical machines were state of the art and were well hidden, behind dark wooden walls and cabinets. It gave the room, its comfortable feel, instead of the sterile and mechanical feel to ordinary hospital's rooms have.

The copulation of luxury and comfort made iStahar a clinic worthy for the rich. Though, Stacy wasn't rich like some of the other victims. Sam was left with no clues or hints to point them to their next victim. There were little distinctions between the women. It made it difficult to tell who she was and how can they help save her and her baby. Most of all, how can they stop what ever is coming after them. 

Sam thought back to his parents. They weren't rich. He wondered if his mother would have been targeted, too. That is, if she had any problems getting pregnant, to begin with. Looking back, she should have had. Then Sam would have never been born and their family wouldn't have been torn apart.

Luke walked up the steps carrying two soya milked vanilla lattes. The bar was lit up with candles. After their tour had ended, it was getting dark outside and the setting sun basked the reception area in a luminous golden glow. 

The smell of vanilla brought Sam out of his depressive thoughts. It took them, nearly three and half hours to see the entire place and when Luke had offered to drink a cup of latte. Sam loved the man more. He didn't go for coffee much and Luke hated it, calling it hard and cheap bean water!

While sitting next to Luke in one of the white leather lounge sofas, Sam sipped his hot latte and enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell between them. His cup was wide and the foam had in cinnamon a woman's symbol strewn over on top. The smell of the vanilla coffee permitted the air as it filled him lungs giving him a sense of calm. 

Their legs were slightly touching and Sam didn't mind. It was only his uneasy stomach that had him worried. Other than that, he liked Luke touching him. It was a nice pace for a change. Not having to keep up or keep a distance.

Throughout the tour, Luke left fleeting touches behind and stayed close. Sam was surprised how his body had reacted to Luke's 'accidental' touches. He almost blushed at the contact, almost. If Dean was to ever see him blush, he would probably buy him a dress. 

As a matter of fact, if Dean was here, Sam wouldn't have had this peaceful moment with its light touches. Dean would have been either a foot away from Sam, unconsciously banging some rhythm on his knee or table, fidgeting and talking a mile a minute.

Dean's coffee was always black and spiked with sugar. The combination made him hyper and annoying. Within those moments, of being on edge, Dean would be thinking a mile a minute. 

Always, he would be thinking up ways to make Sam's life a living hell. With Dean's childish pranks: from hiding his underwear, to sticking fries in his salad, changing his ringtone and putting ribbons in his hair. Speaking of which, his brother has been getting on his nerves a lot, lately. 

Maybe he should follow through on his threats and just smack his brother behind his head, when he did.

"You know, you frowning make me want to..." Luke said licking his lips, "...ask you for your..." looking at Sam's lips "...thoughts." bringing his eyes up to Sam's.

"It's nothing. Just, uhm... You know, thinking about this case." Sam huffed, taking another sip of his latte. 

Oh yeah, Luke was definitely flirting with me.

"This place is amazing. Uhm... even with the way you serve your latte." Sam said turning his head, looking around and taking another sip.

Sam ran his hand through his hair and felt the light dampness of sweat across his forehead. He began to loosen his tie some more. 

Damn it! His body was really working up a sweat and not just from the hot latte. Sam noticed the teasing look in Luke's hazel eyes, and especially, the way Luke's full lips were pouting and was glistening wet, during the tour.

"True, you've been saying that for like the past three hour and a half." Luke replied as a matter of fact. "Besides, it's supposed to be a representation of the planet Venus, not a tribute to the woman's sex, but to their fertility."

Sam looked at his latte, with different eyes. He had to admit he had some hang ups drinking his latte because of that symbol. It was bad enough Dean was calling him, the girl in their relationship. 

Silence fell between them but this time it was awkward. Sam didn't know what to say. It felt as if Luke was trying to keep his attention, but with Luke's leg touching his. Sam found it to be distracting.

"Is there something wrong?" Luke asked coming closer.

"No...Uhm... you've been most helpful with our case. It's just too bad, you know.... with, such a fine clinic as this. Why would anyone want to ruin its reputation?" Sam said while noticing Luke's nearness. 

It wasn't a knee any more as the entire leg was pressed next to his.

"Imagine, in order, to get into our clinic, you'd have to pay next to nothing. And all you'll need is to like pass your psychological evaluation." Luke said after taking another sip of his latte.

"You can either pay your bill in unfertilized eggs or in blood per month." Sam said looking around the open reception area and placing his cup on the white table in front of him. "And you get all of this with boarding for the nine months, to a tune of $1200, cheap with a guaranteed successful pregnancy and delivery rate." Luke said nodding his head in agreement.

Luke set his cup down next to Sam's and sat back. His shoulder was touching and Sam felt the guy's body heat. It was nice. It was the first time in a long time that any one has sat this close to him in public. He stared at Luke's profile and watched Luke turned his head away.

"I just wish there was more I can do to help you. Those women weren't just patients for me. They'd become my friends. You couldn't help getting infected by them." Luke said quietly.

"Infected...?" Sam asked staring at Luke's blond curls. 

Here it comes! The supernatural clue to lead him to the reason behind, all those women's deaths. It figured, why not start, a new strain of an apocalyptic virus to go with the 'Crotoan' virus? Why not create a new virus, to help plunge the world into madness and death? No redemption and no rebirth.

"Yeah...with their happiness...When they'd found out, they were pregnant. You couldn't hold back from crying with them." Luke said the last three words softly.

"We'll get to the bottom of this. I promise..." Sam said leaning closer to Luke, rubbing the back of the guy's neck. 

He knew he was close enough to Luke. He had to move his arm out of the way and to the back rest of the sofa to let Luke's shoulder touch his chest. Luke leaned more into his hand and sighed. Sam's breathe ghost across the man's freckled neck and Luke shuddered. Sam smelled the masculine scent tinted with vanilla and he didn't want to pull back away from Luke.

Luke turned his head and there were tear tracks running down his cheeks. Sam heart slammed into his chest and he wanted to comfort the man. But before he knew it, he was leaning closer to the full pink lips of Luke's slightly parted mouth and licking his- 

Dean's laughter filled the reception hall. Bringing, Sam back to his senses. Immediately, he moved back and away from Luke. The move pulled Luke's hand off of his thigh. 

When the hell did he put his hand there?

Of course, Dean with his friendly nature and dominant presence has amassed a team of women, fawning for him. Dean stood at the center of attention. While women surrounded him, as if he was some actor from a hit TV series. Sam eyes narrowed.

He felt his anger rise and wanted to drag Dean by his ear away from the crowd.

Seriously, we are on a case!

Instead, Luke grabbed him by his arm and tugged him back down to the couch. Sam, for one, hadn't realized that he was getting up and further more Luke is one heck of a strong man. Sam can feel, Luke's 'simple' tug. If Luke gripped him any more, it would leave a bruise on his arm.

"Don't interrupt him. That's cock-blocking." Luke said smiling but was looking over Sam's shoulder with menace.

Sam looked back and saw Dean giving him a serious glare, but he kept his pretenses up as he smiled. Not missing a beat of his flirtatious conversation.

Lena eventually, brought Dean out from the crowd of women. They were disappointed to see him leave as she brought him over to sit with him and Luke. Lena sat with Dean in the sofa across from them. Dean's eyes were fixed on the hand, keeping him in place. 

"You wanna let up on that hold there, lover boy!" Dean said smiling, not reaching his eyes. 

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Agent Daniels? What about you, Lena?" Luke offered and removed his hand slowly away.

"Were your staff members fucking their female patients?" Dean asked suddenly.

"Agent Daniel!" Sam kicked his brother. Dean hardly flinched.

"Not to my knowledge, no. The women got pregnant after their eggs were fertilized. Only, then they're put in my care. We'd checked like every week for any signs of sexual activities or semen in their vagina's. Like, we totally advice against sexual contact and sexual liberation." Luke said calmly.

"So, no tit fucking, fingering, anal sex, and especially, fisting. The women were practically forbidden from experiencing an orgasm or any sexual activities, even the non-penetrating kind." Lena said. 

"How about bringing me a caramel Thai Chi thee latte, Luke." Lena added nonchalantly.

"Poor women, with all of these good looking men and women, in here, would make it difficult for the women to be... faithful." Dean replied looking at Sam.

Dean seemed unfazed by what Lena said while Sam was choking on his spit.

What the hell has gotten in to my brother?

"True, but we're qualified workers. I mean, we've got policies against those kinds of things. Even if one of us slips up, it'll all come down to the women and what they want. They either lose their child for seconds' worth of sexual pleasure. Or bare 9 months of sexual frustration to have one." Luke said.

"So, do you take your coffee black...? Sugar?" Luke jeered.

For a moment Sam thought Dean wasn't going to answer. Dean got mad when Sam tried calling him by an endearment and if anyone commented on how pretty he looks, Sam included, got a warning punch to the shoulder. 

His brother replied with, "Bring the jar, Tooth fairy."

Dean leaned forward, looking at Luke with a straight face as he said: "Strange, though that all seven of the women...-who were murdered-..., were under your care." and rubbed his leg, where Sam had kicked him.

"Ha! This wouldn't have happened, if you guys had solved this case, like two months ago!" Luke spat back vehemently.

It was quiet in the reception hall and everyone turned to look at them. Lena looked sadly at Luke and Dean smirked triumphantly. Sam couldn't believe that his brother would go this far to harass this man who was only trying to help. 

"I think we should go!" Sam said to Dean to get his attention. 

"Don't be silly. Our drinks are on their way, aren't they, Luke?" Lena looked happily.

"I take it you don't like milk in your coffee." Luke finished and walked away. 

Sam could see and feel the hurt emitting from Luke's back. Sam turned to his brother and saw Dean glaring at Luke with unaffected emotions, besides conniving satisfaction.

"Not to worries about Luke, Agent Caine. We're still pleased to have you guys. Hopefully, there might be a crack in the case with your help." Lena said twirling a strand of light brown hair.

Sam nodded in agreement. He was going to have a serious word with his brother!



Give a Name... Ch. 05



Chapter 5: To What We Don't Understand

Sam didn't say a word to his brother as they were leaving the clinic. This time there was no need for Sam to give pause as he passed the golden statues. He knew now, they were made of gold. Luke told him so. Dean shook his hand off when they got out and moved swiftly towards the driver's side of the car. 

Sam let his brother go. It was already hard holding on to the patient's files in his one hand and an angry Dean in the next. On top of the files, a folder marked Morgan Winters was their first lead in stopping who ever it was out there killing these women. Possibly, she might become the first one to survive, these series of attacks. That is, if he and Dean could keep their head straight, to do their jobs. 

Sam looked up and it was dark out. The moon was high up, the night air stirred with night time sounds and somewhere above them an owl 'hoot'. The University across the street was quiet but off in that distance he thought he heard cheering. 

Sam's anger and Dean's 'give a shit' attitude were the only things disrupting the natural order of the night.

"What the fuck was that?" Sam asked when he got into the car.

"What the fuck was what?'' replied Dean quietly, while starting the car.

"Did you have to be an asshole to him?" Sam asked with a shrug.

"Thought we were doing good cop and bad cop?" Dean chided.

"Dude, you weren't bad ass....just an ass!" Sam said raising his voice.

"Look, I asked the questions that I knew you weren't going to ask, Sam!" Dean said angrily. 

"You're always playing Mary Poppins. As if they are the victims" Dean scowled.

"They are victims! Jesus, before you came, Luke was crying about the deaths of those women." Sam tried to calm his nerves.

"I can't believe it. I left you alone with another man for a couple of hours and you managed to infect him with your menstrual cycle. Should I stop and buy you guys' some tampons? And some chocolate bonbon's for you or chocolate ice-cream?" Dean smiled shaking his head, while starting the car.

"Don't do tampons. Cause, I don't bottom. Hey, here's a though? Amazing, you find we acted like women because we can discuss our feelings and I didn't have to guess, if he had a heart or cared. What you know, Luke can actually use his mouth for something else, other than sucking his brother's cock. Unlike other people, who are hard to read and can't do anything else! Wouldn't you say so, brother?" Sam spat.

Sam knew that Dean was his soul-mate and Dean knew this, too. So, they were a perfect match and were meant to be together. So, why was it so fucking hard for his big brother to show him some affection!

Dean sat back in his seat and leaned away from Sam. The conversation wasn't over but Dean was done arguing with Sam. You can talk about women having their stomachs sliced open, about the distinctive smell a decaying or rotting corpse gave, but when it came to Dean's feelings. Dean would lock up his jaw tighter than Bobby's panic room.

"Look... I'm sorry. Just, want to catch the bastard and do our jobs just as much as you do. But we can't hassle our witness. If we want to get the information we need from them. We got a name and this time, we can save her. She's the last one on the list, before who ever or what ever it is, moves on to somewhere else. Your right, maybe someone in the Clinic is targeting Luke, by killing his charges. But we still need him to be on our side, to figure out who or what." Sam said persuasively. 

Dean's shoulders relaxed but he was done for to night. There was nothing more coming from both of them. Sam watched as they pass the grave yard, thinking that the dead was more forthcoming that his brother.

They drove in silence looking for a motel. Sam remembered when Luke had returned to the table. How Dean had kept up with his 'bad ass' attitude. It was like watching a Venus and Serena tennis match filled with lobs, backhand drive and drop shots but on mute. 

Within minutes each knew how to push the others buttons. Dean suspected Luke of the murders and Luke accused Dean of being an incompetent agent. Somehow, that got translated into Dean not being a good hunter.

Lena and himself had kept quiet and watched the two go at it, head to head; toe to toe. Both drawing out their daggers and aiming for the throat. Thankfully, Lena had gotten up and offered to make copies of Luke's charges' files. 

Sam agreed and Lena dragged Luke with her. Luke looked reluctant to go with her as Dean got the last word in. By saying it was the best for Luke to hand over his murder list, so they could stop him from killing. 

Sam nearly kicked his brother again, but he had to admit with some embarrassment, Dean was asking some good question in between. Such as, if there was a link between Luke and who ever it was doing this, was Luke actually a target and if Luke knew any of his friends, family or colleagues that might have enemies. But when they came back and handed the files over. 

Luke managed to slip the last word in and left Dean with Sam pulling him away. By saying the last Agent to receive files from the Clinic had died and gotten blood all over them.

It wasn't an Agent; it had been a hunter.

That got Dean going and Sam had to drag his brother out of the clinic, before he punched Luke. Seriously, there was something wrong with his brother but Sam couldn't put his finger on it. 

They needed to stay focused or they would end up dead, like the last hunter, who tried to stop what ever is out there killing these women.

They stopped at a motel called 'La Petite Crosse' on La Crosse St and crossed the road to its Diner, 'La Petite Crosse Brasserie'. It made no sense going back to Bobby's house in Sioux Falls, this late. 

They sat in silence, while Sam had a 'healthy bird' menu and Dean the 'roadside hog'. Dean grabbed his beer and took a deep swig of it. Sam figured that he was going to drink himself drunk. 

Another tactic Dean used to avoid Sam having a little chat with him. Little did his brother know that he was in no mood for using his mouth but his fist to knock some sense into him.

Sam was going to ask his brother, if he mind not drink himself into a stupor while they were on a case. When something caught his eye: Dean's naked fingers... 

Dean wasn't wearing his usual silver ring. 

"Where's your ring?" Sam asked hoping to ease the tension.

"Not now, Sam. Don't wanna talk about my ring and don't you act like you care about it, either!" Dean said taking another bite.

"Dude, you wore that ring as long as I can remember." Sam commented. 

He moved his hand to touch the band of pale skin where the ring used to be.

"I just wanna eat and head on back to the motel room." Dean said immediately moving away from Sam touch. "I would like to have my diner in peace, Sam!"

Another deflection, Sam mused to himself, but he was going to let Dean have this one. It had hurt to see Dean pull away from him. A little less determined to continue their conversation, they had in the car, he wondered if they could at least talk about their move to save the next victim. 

They really need to put a plan together. Because scoping out the fertility clinic was pointless and putting the women on lock down or stalking them would get them in trouble with real authority figures.

Instead, when they got to their motel room, after their quiet meal, Sam began to rid himself of his clothing and hopped into the shower. Dean sat on the bed, and grabbed the remote from the night stand.

Sam really wanted to hash it out with his brother. His brother was still pissed and he hoped that maybe, a quick shower would help calm his and his brother's nerves. He needed to focus on what he had to say, before he said something to piss his brother off again. Sam heard noises coming from the living room and knew Dean had turned the TV's volume up loud.

After a good scrubbing, Sam stepped out of the shower feeling more relaxed. When he strode into the empty motel room, it wasn't a surprised to see that his brother had left. He was however surprised to see the note lying on his bed. Picking, the note up, he arched his brows. 

The note: 'Gone to see the secretary. Be back in a day or two. Dean.'

The son of bitch ran out on him to be with that blond home-wrecker! What part of they are on a case that Dean was forgetting? Sam was so angry he could spit. He felt more jealous than anger and disappointment, but after this whole day, Sam felt nothing else. He crumpled up the note and threw it in the waste basket beside his bed, missing the shot.

Sam left it there to angry to care and stretched out on his bed. He thought about calling his brother. Instead, he grabbed the clinic and the Doctor's file, from the night stand. The files were piled up next to him and he leaned on one arm to flick through them. He noticed the files had the same owl/snake/lion symbol like his badge. Even the Doctor's file had the same symbol. 

That was probably where he had some familiarity to the symbol. Though, the clinic's name and logo, 'iStahar', had an eight pointed star with a rosette in the middle over the 'I'. The name sounded strange and familiar to him. He thought, he was supposed to know this. But coming to think about it, all the names sounded weird to Sam.

What the hell were an 'In Nini' and In Anna'?

True, Sam had been distracted by Luke's good looks and fleeting touches. While walking with Luke, it had felt like they were the only ones there. As if, there was no one else around, just two guys enjoying each others company. Even when he and Dean were locked up in the motel room and watching TV. Dean would sit on his bed and Sam on his. Hell, they still asked for a room with two queen size beds.

Sam sighed, returning his thoughts back to Luke. He realized he would have to ask Luke about the strange names and their meanings tomorrow morning. 

After, he had a talk with his pigheaded brother!

The thought made Sam's heart hitched. He liked the idea of talking to Luke, more than talking to his brother. But for now he should call Bobby and give him the heads up. Sam fished his cell out of his pants pocket and made the call.

"Bobby, leave a message....Beep"

Shit that was Bobby's answering machine. It was kind of late, for Bobby not to be home.

Sam gave a small detailed description of the names and symbols. He didn't know much about the files but he will send a detailed email on the progress of their investigation. 

Sam scooped the files out. As far as he can tell, the files were legit. Still, you can never be sure, which devil or demon was playing advocate for your soul or your child's. Maybe, this was a new type of 'Devil's Advocate'. Sam remembered the movie with Keanu Reeves and Al Paccino. Where, they went about owning your soul through legit legal matters in the film.

Sam grabbed his computer and decided to make a summary of the files contents and of their investigations. He was tired, but he wanted this done and sent off to Bobby. Sam kept glancing at the clock, while doing his work. Sam noticed how slow time was moving when you were working hard. Usually, when he was hard at work, time would fly by.

When it was about three in the morning and he was done with his report. Sam had noticed some things. There was a curfew for the women and they were advised to leave the clinic before or after eight in the morning and to be back before eight at night. It gave Sam the feeling that the clinic was trying to protect them. 

Though, Morgan Winters had left today to visit Dr. Lucius office for her 7:30 p.m. appointment. She would be back by tomorrow, after she had visited her family in Sioux City.

Sam thought about checking out the competition and how far were they from each other. He knew there were eight alone in Wisconsin and one close to the Doctor's office named Sanford Women's Health in Sioux Falls. 

But Sam was only fooling himself. He knew he was only doing this to stay up late and wait for Dean to come back. Just, to have an excuse to be awake, when Dean got in.

Sam, eventually, hit send and sent off his report to Bobby, along with the pictures from his cell phone. He removed his towel from his shoulders. His hair was long dried and he was already in bed, naked. 

He got under the covers, turned off the lights and waited for another hour before he fell asleep. While moving deeper under the covers, he thought about dealing with Dean in the morning.

It was for the best. 

Because if Dean was, here. Sam would surely have shot his brother.



Give a Name... Ch. 06



Chapter 6: To What You Are Looking For

Sam awoke the following morning and there was still no Dean and his little talk with his big brother was put on hold, again.

Once again, it was for the best.

Angry didn't describe how Sam felt about his brother, now. The idea of Dean being with someone else never sat well with him. He wanted his brother for himself, because Sam didn't have anyone else or was looking for anyone else. He knew that his brother had some hang ups about their relationship. But Dean was accepting of their love, just not in the way of how Sam wanted them to express it.

Sam got that his brother wasn't an emotional creature. Still, he wanted his brother to be more understanding and open about his feeling with him. Sometimes, it was difficult for Sam to feel or know what Dean was about. Sam knew he sounded like a chick but he wanted his brother to show him love. No romance, maybe a little, but Dean could put a little more effort in their relationship.

The sex appeal was there. No doubt, his brother turned him. Dean could be sprawled out on the bed watching TV, fully clothes and scratching his ass. Making, Sam get jealous of the TV, because it got way more attention from Dean than him. If only his brother could sprawl out like that and watch him with a come-hither stare and Sam would have no reason to leave the motel room.

Especially now, that he was feeling emotionally drained and insecure. When, he couldn't look back to his past or to his present for reassurance. When, all he could see was no light amidst the darkness of his future. 

Because, he was Lucifer's meat suit and he was the one to have brought on the apocalypse. Also adding on top of that he wasn't whole as a human being. His soul tainted with demon's blood and the death of his mother and Jess were heavy sins, scarring his soul.

Sam wanted stability and acceptance. He knew that his big brother gave him just that. When ever they were together it felt right. All the dark clouds would drift away and there was blond sunshine and green eyed grass.

It was endearing to known that some how Dean found him important. Dean would offer his life, if it meant saving his. It was important to Dean to keep his little brother safe. 

But what about loved? 

When, the world made him forget and Sam needed a reason to live on. Why can't his brother make him feel loved? There was a difference between making someone feel loved and love making.

Did his brother even know the difference? 

Sam can die peacefully knowing that his brother loved him. But why would he continue to live if that love wasn't shown to him? Then the world would be rid of Lucifer's vessel, there would be peace on earth once more and his soul would be at peace.

So, why was it, so hard for Dean to show him some affection out of bed or tell him that he loves him every now and again? Was that asking for too much? Was he asking for too much?

'I need that reassurance from you, Dean! Not from some God damn curse!' Sam spat to the empty room.

Sam felt beat, it was a little pass eleven and he had tried Dean's cell for the ninth time. On the tenth his brother's cell had been turned off. 

What was he doing? They needed to get back to the clinic to see if Morgan had returned from her family in Sioux City. 

When Sam showered and dressed to leave to get himself some breakfast to eat. He quickly read through his emails (hopefully Bobby had replied), when his cell phone rang. 

It wasn't Dean. It was an anonymous phone number. He let the call go over to voicemail.

He had left their motel in search for food. He was returning from the same Diner, that he and Dean ate in silence, the night before. When, he had to duck from a bird swooping over his head. 

The smell of his breakfast was thick in the air, guess the poor thing was looking for a meal. His phone rang again and this time he decided to pick it up. Maybe his brother was calling from another phone.

"Agent Caine..." Sam said balancing his breakfast in one hand along with his fruit shake, while putting the phone to his ear with the other.

"Hello...Caine! This is Luke." Luke said softly into the phone.

Sam nearly dropped his Styrofoam breakfast. Luke's voice sounded deep but wounded, as if Luke had been crying. Now, Sam really wanted to know where his brother was.

"How can I help you, Luke?" Sam said concerned.

Luke took a ragged breath and cleared his throat. "I need to talk to you."

"We're talking now..." Sam hoped that this would be it. 

That Luke would take this phone conversation as comfort and nothing else. Though deep down, Sam knew that wasn't what Luke was looking for and neither was he. 

He wanted Luke to come over, secretly. He was looking forward to give Luke a call, this morning. Since, last night, he wanted to be around Luke, just to sit and talk with him. To be with someone, who he can share his feelings with and listened to them respond in turn. 

"Where you are, now?" said the broken voice.

"Look... how about I come over to the clinic? Besides, has Morgan returned from her family visit, yet?" Sam offered.

"I'm not there. I'm home. Today's my day off." Luke whispered.

That whisper tickled Sam's ear. Man, was he in for some big trouble, if Luke came over.

"We could meet at a cafe or bar or something?" Sam asked rubbing his neck while cradling his phone.

"Or we can meet at my place or yours?" Luke added quickly. 

"I just don't want to be seen in public like this. This is eating away at me and I need to tell you something. So, where are you?" Luke moaned into phone.

Sam heard the pain in Luke's voice, felt his heart gave and said, "I am stationed at 'La Petite Crosse' motel, just, left to their Diner on La Crosse St." Sam gave Luke the address and hung up. 

His pulse was running a mile a minute. This was a dangerous game he was playing with. But Dean wasn't here. He was some where else probably looking to get his socks off with Linda, the blond home wrecker.

When Sam returned to the motel room, he greeted their plump maid, outside. She was sweeping up, what seemed to be a litter of small furry corpses. It must have come from a bird. There is probably a nest nearby. Sam remembered there was a preserved park not too far from the clinic. Just, across the street from the graveyard, as a matter of fact. 

Sam asked if she had a chance to clean their room and she hadn't, apparently she has been cleaning the muck up and was to busy to get to it.

Not to worry, Sam thought after entering his room. He began to straighten up the room while eating his breakfast. He prayed that Dean would either, get here quickly, or stay away, until Luke had left. 

He couldn't handle another tennis match between the two.



Give a Name... Ch. 07



Chapter 7: To What You Have Lost

Luke arrived an hour later looking better in his ordinary clothes than he did in his nurse's uniform. With a tanned colored vest over a red turtle neck sweater and khaki pants. Luke's blond curls were pulled back from his face with red corded head band. It made his freckled face and his hazel eyes look golden. It was eye catching and Sam mouth dried up of spit.

Luke's suntanned freckled skin pushed his eye color up to nearly sepia and Sam was captivated by the color. But, what caught his breathe, was the red surrounding Luke's irises; it was obvious the guy had been crying.

Sam exhaled and stepped aside to allow Luke to enter. The rest of Luke's body was just as impressive as his eyes. Luke's body was slimmer, but still muscular and was about an inch or two shorter than Sam's. It was impossible for Sam to miss Luke's broad shoulders; they looked almost as wide as his.

No wonder, the guy had the strength to hold me back like he did...

The motel room was cleaner and spacious, than their usual pickings. The sturdy wooden beds and night stands were to the right. To the back was the closet and in the left hand corner was an eating nook. To left of it was the door to the bathroom. Everything, besides the walls were colored in different tones of red.

Luke walked to the middle of the room. They both looked at each other awkwardly. All of a sudden, they were unsure where this was going. Sam asked if Luke would like to have a seat. Luke sat in one of the folding red plastic chairs under the bolted red plastic counter table. The victim's files were piled on top. After seeing it, Luke dropped his head in his hands and began to cry again. Sam kneeled beside his chair to put a comforting hand on his back.

"Listen to me. We are going to catch the sons of bitches, who did this. We're going to catch them. Remembered I had promised you that! Talk to me..." Sam whispered.

"I was supposed to be the godfather of Ellen's baby." Luke said laying his hand on of top the file marked Ellen Richards. 

"We're supposed to celebrate after the baby was born. She couldn't wait to like drink enough alcohol to drown a fish in." Luke's hand pushed the file aside. 

The next said Molly Wright.

"Miss Wright and I was Mister Wong." he said smiling fondly.

"We were supposed to go shopping. She couldn't wait to buy new 'mommy and daughter' matching dresses for her and her baby girl. Purple was her favorite color and not pink. Lucky for me! She'd wanted to buy me a matching purple daddy outfit, too." Again Molly's file was pushed to the side. This time it was Stacy's.

"Stacy couldn't wait to be a mother. When she found out that she was pregnant. She cried so much from joy that we'd kept her under serious observation. She'd cried until she'd vomited. It took like forever for her to settle down. We're like so scared she was going to miscarry. Fuck, was that woman so determined! She'd wanted this so much that she held on to her belly and prayed for her happiness to go away. To wait, until after Mary was born."

Sam perked at the call of his mother's name.

"Mary...?"

"Yeah, the name of her baby girl. We had to call her unborn child, Mary. Mary was going to be according to Stacy, her blond green eyed Saint. The savior to her mother's sorrows..."

If that didn't cut Sam deeper than a hot knife through butter, then this world wasn't going through its apocalypse because Sam hadn't been born and his mother was still alive.

Sam wanted to kill the bastards. He wanted them to bleed thick copious amounts of the red hot liquid and lick their coppery fluid from his hands, to spit it back at their corpses. He was going to deep fry their asses with a side of 'fuck you's' and 'dammit to hell's'.

Sam was trembling from his anger. So, much hatred ran through his veins that he hadn't noticed that Luke was kissing him. A hard tug at his lips brought him back to harsh reality and he bit back. A moan escaped from the other pair of lips and Sam slid his tongue in. 

Sam was kissing back, hard. Controlling the kiss while his feelings were raw and burning with hate. He didn't care if he was hurting Luke. Wait, this is Luke I am kissing. My brother is going to kill me.

Sam pulled back so fast that Luke toppled over him. 

"Uhm... Sorry about that. I think we should stop and uhm... Head back to the clinic. I need to contact my partner and we need to protect Morgan from losing her life and her child." Sam said moving back.

Luke kneeled over his lap and began tugging at Sam's tie and pulling his jacket off. Sam moved back and tried to get away from Luke's efforts.

"Stop moving. Don't talk anymore. Just do this for me. Please." Luke begged with his eyes.

Sam felt Luke rocked back and forth in his lap. He was getting hard and less caring if he was dressed or not. His attentions focused on Luke and the intoxicating way he moved over him. Luke nibbled on his ear and licked his neck. 

Sam grabbed Luke by his hair and tugged his head back away from his erogenous zones. He began nipping and biting Luke's jaw line and throat.

Luke moaned and lifted his sweater off. Sam kept assaulting Luke's body, now that it was naked and open for his touch. He pushed Luke to the ground and moved over him, while his teeth scraped over collar bone and his mouth moved down to suck fiercely on Luke's nipples. Sam noticed the gold chain around Luke's neck. The amulet that hung from it was the same as the statues that stood outside the door.

Sam took it in his mouth and pulled, Luke's head came up with the tug. His golden eyes were carrying fear that the chain might snap.

Sam ground his hips against Luke's erection, giving his captive needed friction. But each time Luke moved to get more or tried to push him over. Sam would pull harder on the chain. Luke stilled and Sam saw the submission in the man's eyes.

Luke moaned knowingly and seemed to have given up on taking off Sam's clothes and busied himself with taking off his own pants. Sam kissed each muscled pecs on Luke's stomach and tongued his belly button. Luke arched up and at the feel of Sam's wet tongue. Suddenly, Luke's khaki's were gone and his erection brushed against Sam's chest. Sam began fisting Luke's meat. It was thick in Sam's hand and Sam moaned with approval.

"You got a thick cock." He whispered into Luke's ear and then licked it. 

A whining moan was Luke's reply. Luke had been moaning and squirming underneath him. Sam saw the way, Luke was looking at him. The plea and desperation in Luke's eyes was enough to make the walls of Gibraltar crumble and Sam wasn't that strong.

With as much spit he could muster, Sam roughly started to work Luke open with his fingers. Luke kept moving against Sam's fingers and the hand over his cock. To Sam's delight, Luke was coming apart, making lewd noises and was bucking his hips up with fervent excitement. When, Sam saw Luke's tears rolled from his eyes down his cheeks. Sam knew Luke wanted more. More than a simple hand job had to offer.

"We should stop. We shouldn't be doing this." Sam said more to himself. 

He knew it would have led to this but he wanted it. He wanted this. Looking at Luke, Sam knew that look. He saw it sometimes on Dean. When, Dean had that look, he was in need of Sam's comfort and love. Luke was hurting and Sam was hurting, too, but they can't comfort each other. God, he knew from the beginning that if he had hung around Luke long enough, it would have lead to this. Luke had made it clear from the start that he was interested. 

But Sam had tried to prevent it from coming to this, hadn't he?

"Please, I need you. Don't leave me like this. I can't take this anymore!" Luke whimpered.

Luke's body arched when Sam added his third finger and brushed his prostate.

"Please, I want to feel you inside of me. To fill me up and leave nothing else behind." Luke said through his sobs.

Without hesitance Sam removed his shirt and leaned over Luke's body. Slowly, he flicked his tongue into Luke's mouth. Luke reached up and held Sam close to him. Sam took his time and kissed him slowly, first Luke's pouty lips, then the tear tracks on his cheeks and finally his wet golden eyes. 

Sam unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. He brushed it against Luke's. He kissed Luke's lips gently again. When, Luke calmed, did Sam pulled back to spit in his hand and lathered himself up. He grabbed Luke's thighs and pushed Luke's legs closer to the freckled chest. Sam lined himself up with Luke's readied hole and thrust. He held still. Luke tensed from the intrusion, but soon enough he gave Sam the green light.

Sam pulled out one more time, to thrust back in and started fucking. Luke cried out and began sobbing. Sam couldn't stop himself from moving within the tight hole. Even, if the room was on fire, he would still be moving into Luke's ass. Sam felt a tremor run through Luke's body. Luke began grabbing Sam's waist and wrapping his long legs around his hips, pulling Sam closer to the body beneath him.

Sam leaned in, grabbed Luke's blond curls and started to kiss him, forcefully. Biting and pulling at Luke's lips, as if trying to suck away the man's pain. Sam kept thrusting with slow powerful strokes into Luke's body. 

Luke couldn't get enough of it. He had unwound his legs, to spread them wider for Sam to thrust deeper and Sam felt Luke's body shook with pleasure. The string of lewd comments started up from Luke's mouth.

"Yeah! Oh, shit! Right there! It feels so fucking good! Fucking fuck me hard, baby!" Luke cried out.

Sam cock twitched with each word. Dean was a mean fuck in bed but this was too much for Sam. Luke was fanning Sam's dominance in bed and there was nothing that Sam wasn't allowed to do. He tugged harder on Luke's curls and felt the man's cock twitched against his belly, the same time Luke's muscles spasmed around his dick.

"Oh, fuck, Luke! You're so fucking tight. Your fuckable ass is milking my cock." Sam said, while he nibbled on Luke's ear.

"Say my name again." Luke panted.

Sam removed his tongue from Luke's ear and it hit him smack dead in the middle of his forehead. He can call Luke's name.

"Luke..." Sam said at first timidly then, "Luke, Luke, Luke..." Sam repeated over again like a mantra, savoring the name on his tongue.

Luke only whimpered and pushed back harder against Sam's thrust. Kneading Sam's broad back and rocking back harder. Their grunts were mimicking their joint efforts, to get each other off and forget about the pain. 

Sam could feel his own climax approaching. Sam moved to hold Luke's wrists with one hand above Luke's head and started pumping Luke's thick cock. Within moments, Luke started to cum and was spilling hot jets over Sam's hand. Sam stopped moving and lifted his hand to his mouth to lick away the bitter fluid. Luke shivered and grabbed his pulsing dick to push the last of his orgasm out.

"Now, it's my turn!" Sam said pulling his hand away from his mouth and flicked the rest of Luke's cum off.

Sam went really at it now. Swinging Luke's long legs over his shoulder and bending Luke's back in half. He pushed his knees up and got them under Luke's ass. Luke's muscled ass was flushed against his hip.

Sam slid further in and started to pound into Luke's ass like the pistons in the Impala's engine, pistoning and pumping; hard and fast. Luke had difficulty breathing with the way Sam held him down and was thrusting into him. His breathe came out ragged and choppy.

Sam felt heat tore through his body and pooled in his balls. Like as if, his life force was being cultivated there and was getting ready to leave through his dick. His member swelled enormously and before it spat ropes of cum. Sam pulled out fast and held his dick. 

He saw black for a few seconds and shook his head. He was still coming while he held his cock in his hand. His grip loosened and the first spray of sperm hit Luke's inner thigh. The pleasure was for too much to bear. Wave after wave racked through his body till it became painful when his cock twitched.

Luke sat up on his elbow and took a deep breath. He looked fresh as a glass of sun golden orange juice. He had an after sex glow that made him shine. He looked golden and not even disheveled. Luke looked down disappointingly at Sam's twitching cock and made a child-like unhappy face.

"That should have been inside of me." said Luke whining, spreading his legs wider.

"What the fuck? Luke, something's wrong?" Sam said shuddering. 

He couldn't keep his body from another spasm. Tears swelled up in his eyes as he watched Luke spread his legs. He shook from the sight. He felt himself being pulled away. His heart this time felt like it was trying to tear through his cock and leave his body.

I'm fucking think I am having a heart attack

"Oh, yeah, we've got a problem! You see... If you had of cum long, hard and deep inside of me, I could have feasted a little more on your life force." Luke said sitting up to lean in and licked Sam's face.

Sam pulled away from the lick but it still caught him across his ear and his cock pulsed some more. He needed to get his legs working and defend himself, while he held on for dear life. But the waves of pleasure that shot through his body, was making it hard for him to keep still and collect himself.

"Get away from me!" Sam shouted and tried to move Luke away from him, while keeping a tight grip on his cock.

Luke sat up on his haunches in front of Sam. Sam saw his cum on Luke's inner thigh and trembled at the sight. Even with his firm grip more cum leaked out of his dick's head. Sam suddenly saw black again and blinked it away gripping his cock painfully tighter.

With another deep breath Luke pulled more of Sam's life force out of his body. Dammit, no wonder why he felt attracted to him. Luke is a damn incubus.

"Surprisingly enough, like I knew you would be good but I had no idea you would be this good." Luke chuckled bringing his hand behind to finger himself.

When he moved the hand in front over his thigh and coated his fingers in Sam's cum. He brought it to his lips and licked. Sam moaned and another pulse shot through his balls, shaking him to his core. Sam was bent in on himself, doing his hardest not to buck up and thrust through his hand.

Luke huffed and leaned in closer to Sam's head. Sam watched Luke menacingly, trying his best to look like a threat. He would rather have his hands wrapped around the man's neck, instead around his dick. He fought hard against the little twitches and spasms running through his body. Tears were streaming down from his eyes. God help me, I still wanted to finish fuck Luke.

"Ssshhhh, sugar...just let it happen." Luke said kissing Sam's temple. 

Sam was feeling himself being dragged deeper into darkness. His cock gave another violent twitched and Luke breathed deeply, looking at him. His gripped was loosening.

Sam's hate and anger at himself, for being so careless, kicked in long enough for him to spit in Luke's face. He thought Luke came to him, searching for comfort for his loss. But he was here to make sure, Sam lost his life. 

Luke blinked and laughed loudly. The blond curls illuminated with the sun light. The sun streamed in from behind and it gave Luke an angelic look. He licked his lips, his tongue licking up Sam's spit and he leaned in closer inches away from Sam's lips. Luke took another deeper breath. 

Sam was amazed at how long that breath took before the darkness washed over him.



Give a Name... Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Beginning With the Letter 'H'

Sam stirred slowly. He felt lethargic and... hungry!? His stomach grumbled loudly and he heard someone chuckled.

"I guess you're awake now, Sammy!"

"De-... Dude, are you there?" Sam said with difficulty. He had problems lifting his head. Even trying to open his eyes took effort.

"Yeah, got caught coming out of the Doctor's office. What about you? How did they catch you, Sam?" Dean asked.

There wasn't a hint of malice in his brother's voice. Hopefully, they hadn't told him about his little indiscretion with Luke.

"Uhm... in the Diner. I was talking to Luke. He'd gone to get us some coffee." Sam lied.

Sam forgot neither of them likes coffee and Luke had made it abundantly clear, the last time, they were together. Luke hated the stuff and he could see why Dean likes it. But Sam wasn't ready to tell Dean about the truth. Since, no one has.

"Sloppy, Sammy! Come on, man! You should have known better than that!" Dean teased.

OK, so they were in a tight situation. If Dean could be teasing, trying not to feel his fear and opting for humor instead. 

"So...uhm...Where are we?" Sam asked flinging his head back.

Yeah, my strength is coming back or what's left of it.

His stomach grumbled again and Sam looked around their holdings. There wasn't any food in their cell. Where ever they were, it was lit up brightly. He was tied to a chair facing Dean across the room. White padded walls were all around them, besides under their feet. Dean was still wearing his F.B.I. uniform. Sam looked down and noticed that he was wearing his too and intact.

Thank God, otherwise my Diner excuse would make no sense.

"Don't know been trying to figure that one out myself." Dean said.

"Can you move your chair?" Sam asked trying to pull his away.

"Nah! Mines bolted to the wall." Dean moved to prove his point.

"Have you tried calling out for help?" Sam asked and then groaned at his slip up. 

He knew his brother. Dean wouldn't call him for help let alone another soul. Dean would rather die than put Sam's life in jeopardy.

"Yeah, sure... Why not, cry like a couple of girls at it? Maybe our captors would come in and give us a kiss on our boo-boo's. Make it feel better?" Dean taunted.

"Come on, Sammy! Think! They put us here for a reason!" Dean yelled.

"Sorry, for waking up and putting you here! Dude, you got caught, too!" Sam yelled back. 

He couldn't believe his brother was picking a time like this to start a fight.

"Maybe, it wasn't you who put me in here physically but... Man, they sure pulled the wool over your eyes!" Dean shook his head.

That one stung and Dean had no idea how much it had stung him. Sam lowered his head trying to avoid his brother's gaze. Tears were burning the back of his eyes, but this was no time to cry.

After some time, he cleared his throat "Just, try to see if you can get us out of here, Superman!"

"Why?" Dean said flatly.

Sam gawked at his brother's stone cold gaze: "Why!?"

"Yeah! Why should I help you out of this? Why should I help you out this time, Sammy?" Dean shrugged. 

"You seem to be my kryptonite. Why should I come to the rescue?" Dean continued.

"This is not funny!" Sam said angrily.

"Wasn't trying to be. Why should I save your ass, Sammy? Man, sometimes, I get so tired, that I wanna..." Dean said in a small voice, looking away.

Sam didn't like the way, this conversation was going. Dean's profile had him worried.

"Tired that you wanna what?" Sam nearly yelled at his brother. 

Dean turned his head to look at him. Sam was really worried by the way his brother was looking at him. Like, he was broken and lost and didn't knowing how to fix him.

"Sammy... I am tired of looking out for you." Dean said, choking the words out as tears started to fall. 

"I want out of this... a way out from us. I can't do my job with you around!" Dean said finally.

"No! No, you don't get to tell me that! Not here! God, how could you tell me this now?" Sam started to cry himself. 

He couldn't understand where this was coming from. Why was his brother giving up on him now? Did Dean know about him and Luke and because he had lied, Dean was punishing him?

"Look Sam, sometimes... it gets too much for me to take care of you. It's like going into a minefield blindfolded leading a deaf man. They made an offer and...." Dean said unemotionally.

Sam was shaking from his pain and anger. His heart ached and he felt like giving up too. He knew this day would come, but he was shocked to see how it played out, with no warning and with another deal to take him away from his brother. 

Still, why was his brother giving up so easily? Dean was determined and headstrong, since when did his brother give up so easily? Why was Dean doing this to me?

While shaking his head in disbelief "No! You don't get an 'out of jail' card and pass on go and collect. You can't just give me up! Please....don't give up on us. Brother..."

Sam was sobbing in earnest. He couldn't even call Dean by his name anymore. Or just to speak it with love and affection. His heart pulled and tore. Emotions flooding his chest and making him want to hurt himself physically. 

If only, to get away from emotional pain, he was suffering from. This was worst than when Dean had died. Sam knew his brother loved him in death, but to hear that his brother found him a burden. Sam might as well be damned.

"You think that I would sell you out? Sammy, you're my baby brother! Thanks for having such faith in me, man!" Dean flung back.

With questioning eyes, Sam stared at his older brother. He didn't understand and he knew he would never understand his brother completely. But Dean wasn't giving up on him. Dean still loved him. Then what was Dean doing?

"They offered for me to kill myself in exchange for your life. That way Michael wouldn't have his true vessel. And if I kill myself there will be no reason for Lucifer to fight. He can take over without using your body as a vessel." Dean said wretchedly.

"No! No, no, no, no....No!" Sam screamed. 

He banged his head against the wall and felt nothing. The pain was elsewhere and it was burning bright. The brightness was tearing his soul apart and breaking his last resolve to live or to survive, on the inside. He struggled with his bonds to get at his brother. Desperately, wanting to hold on and never let him go.

"No, you can't do this! I can't lose you again. I don't want to lose you!" Sam sobbed.

Oh, God not again! Just don't leave me...

"Hey, pull yourself together. I don't... I don't want to lose you, too! Neither to Lucifer or Death! Sammy, I just want you to fight; to carry on." Dean said stubbornly. 

"But you're making it hard for me. You're sloppy and weak. You didn't even notice, they were putting the whammy on you." Dean continued.

"Oh, like you did. Fuck this! You are not going to hand your ass over to them, like a desperate bitch in heat! Your mine!" Sam cursed.

He was rocking with frustrations and was pulling at the ropes wrapped around him. He felt his muscle strain at the thick cords. They had slackened a bit. Just enough to give him hope.

Don't worry Dean! I am getting us out of here! And I will save you from yourself. You self sacrificing... 

"Look at you. You can't even get out of those ropes. Not even with all of those muscles you've got, do you have the strength too." Dean said mockingly

"Shut up, I am almost there!" Sam rocked harder.

They were slacking but not enough to wiggle out of. Sam noticed that the chairs were wooden. Maybe if he broke the leg?

Sam's foot struck against the footing of the chair with all of his might and his pelvis gave a hard tug. 

Fuck... my dick is broken.

Sam remembered how hard he had held on to himself, to prevent from continually coming. The pain was making him want to draw his knees up and never use his legs again. Terrific, this situation was getting better by the minute.

Sam heaved his foot and hit harder against the wooden leg. With each frantic strike, he groaned, tears filling his eyes. It hurt like a motherfucker, but his brother was more important to him than his pain. 

Besides, the pain was a good distraction. He couldn't feel his heart breaking that much anymore.

"Stop with the noise!" Lena said entering the room. "You're making my head hurt!"

She was wearing a white woolen dress that hugged her curves seductively. Sam hadn't heard her come in. While she walked towards the center of the room, Sam noticed her brunette hair was swept up, exposing her neck. A golden chain with the totem pole symbol rested above her breasts. Good, he thought.

Then her hair wouldn't be getting in the way when I am chocking the bitch!

"Get us out of here! Or I swear I would snap your neck!" Sam said threateningly.

"I'd love a rough fuck from you, too, Sugar. But first I have to do my work. So, have you made your decision yet, Dean Darling?" she said ignoring Sam's slew of curse words.

"Yeah. I will do the honors of off myself." Dean replied sarcastically.

"Excellent! I shall get the knife, or do you prefer a gun?" she said leaving the room. 

"Oh, and by the way. Did you tell Sam about the other half of the offer?" she said at the doorway.

Dean looked quickly to Sam and back at Lena.

"What other half?" Sam asked ruefully to Lena.

"You stay out of this, Sammy!" Dean yelled.

"Fuck you! Tell me about this other half!" Sam roared.

"Your mouth has become awfully filthy." she said nodding. "I like!"

She moved closer to Sam and Dean kept screaming at her to shut her damn pie hole.

"It was a choice: Dean either kills himself allowing Lucifer to reign and you would be set free. No, one would dare touch Lucifer's true vessel. Oh, no we wouldn't. Or you can say 'yes' to Lucifer and Dean will be hidden from our master's wrath." Lena said business like.

"How would I know that you are telling the truth?" Sam said.

"Cause she isn't! Don't trust her, Sammy! She's lying!" Dean shouted.

"You forgot that neither of you can be seen by an angel, even the fallen ones..." she sing-sanged, while turning to look back at Dean.

"But we can hand him over to the Angels. They have been looking for him and would keep him in a beautiful gilded cage, until he says 'yes' to Michael and we both know that wouldn't happened. Either way, he would be away from earth and Lucifer. A win-win situation, I'd say." her voice filled with boredom.

"Sammy, don't believe that bitch! They tricked us once and they can do it again." Dean said.

"I'll do it!"

Dean's eyes nearly fell from his head, before he began cursing and yelling at Sam.

"Don't you dare! You're not damning your soul. Don't you give into them, Sammy! Sammy!" Dean cried, pulling at his bindings.

Sam was done with it all. He couldn't go through another day without Dean and knowing how he felt about him. Just like earlier this morning, in the moments before he fell asleep. He had missed Dean so much that he had wanted to sleep in his brother's bed. But he didn't, he was too scared that his brother would come back and make a fuss about it. He couldn't live like this anymore. Always, running after his older brother...

Dean was crying and his body shook with it. Sam had already stopped struggling to get out of his ropes. Dean shook his head from side to side and kept repeating 'no' over and over again.

Lena laughed and clapped her hands and delightfully said: "I'll go get my master then."

Lena left their cell with Dean calling her back and trying to convince her that Sam wouldn't do it. That Sam was really good in Latin and would exercise her sweet ass back to hell.

The door closed and Dean looked angrily at Sam. His eyes were a burning fire of green.

"Why would you do this?" Dean shot at him. "Sammy! Why would you do this? It is my job to protect you! Not the other way around." Dean glared at him.

"Doesn't feel good when the shoe is on the other foot, does it, brother? Besides, you were going to do this to me!" Sam shouted back.

"To save your frickin ass!" Dean yelled to the roof.

"Dude, you can still say 'yes' to Michael. You can still save the world from Lucifer." Sam tried to make light of the situation.

Dean chuckled. 

"Is that who you think I would be seeing while I am smiting your ass?" Dean asked sardonically. "I will still be in here, Sammy! While I'm driving a might sword through my brother's chest! How fucking biblical!" Dean pointed out.

Sam didn't know what to say but he let the silence spoke for him. Time slipped by and Dean hadn't said a word to him. Sam sat watching his brother, he waited for Lena to return, but she didn't.

Sam tried to stay awake. He was trying to look at Dean for as long as he can before he was gone from his sight.

But then the door flew open and Dean walked into their cell tugging... Sam behind.



Give a Name... Ch. 09



Chapter 9: To Call You By

"Sammy!" Dean said with the gun in his hand and pointed it at him.

"What's going on here?" Dean said struggling against his ropes.

"Don't you move or I will blow your fucking head off!" Dean said pointing the gun at the other Dean.

"Hey! Don't you point that gun at my brother!" he yelled at Gun wielding Dean. 

He began struggling with his own bindings. Desperately, trying to free himself.

"Dean, we shouldn't be doing this. Let's go!" Sam said standing close to gun wielding Dean.

"Fuck! Shut the fuck up and stop calling me by my fucking name!" Dean spat.

"OK, which one of you is my brother?" Gun wielding Dean said frantically moving the gun from one struggling sibling to the other.

"I'm your brother, Dean! Come on, let's just go! Let's just get out of here, while we can." Sam begged, tugging Dean by his jacket.

"Alright, you..." Dean said to the other Dean sitting in the chair. "...say my name."

Dean looked at himself and arched his brow: "Rumpelstiltskin!"

Dean switched the gun now to him and he stopped struggling as he watched the gun fearfully. 

"You say my name or I swear I will shoot your brother in his frickin head!" Dean turned the gun back to the other Dean, who was struggling in the chair.

Without hesitation he said "Dean!"

With that Dean moved the gun and fired at Sam's head...

Sam turned to look away from watching himself being shot. He blinked up at Dean with the gun now pointing at the struggling Dean. Gun wielding Dean moved the gun over to struggling Dean's forehead and grabbed his crotch.

"Don't! Please, don't hurt my brother. I'll say 'yes' to Lucifer!" Sam was looking into his brother's eyes, pleading.

"Don't give in to them, Sammy. Don't say 'yes' to Lucifer to revenge my death! You fight the good fight against these bastards till the end!" Dean said looking at Sam from across the room.

"Why should he? And no one calls my Sam, Sammy!" and Dean shot himself.

Dean slumped in the chair, head hung far too low, and the spatter of blood behind his head was unbearable. It leaked all the way behind his brother body and onto the floor. Some trickled on his brother's lap and Sam had to turn away from the sight of matter falling from his brother's head.

He watched as this other Dean tucked the gun in his jacket and walked towards him. Sam watched him coming closer and would have given anything for Lucifer to be here. His hate for this bastard was paramount and he didn't want to have to look at this thing wearing his brother's face. 

No way! Seriously, no way was this thing going to pass for this brother.

Dean stood in front of Sam and pulled out his rock hard cock.

"I don't know who the hell or what the hell they were. Cause, that wasn't me. If they are shape shifters, then a bullet to the head won't stop them. So, let's saddle up and get the hell out of here." Dean said pushing his hard on back in.

"Dean!" Sam looked up at his brother.

"Sammy, do you have to call my name again?" Dean said grabbing his cock, bending over in half.

"Sorry, man! I'm just...Is it really you?" Sam said with tears in his eyes.

"Uh, huh!" Dean confirmed with a whine.

"The other Sam kept calling my name and I didn't get hard. I knew he wasn't you." Dean said after he had straightened up. 

Dean began loosening the ropes around Sam's body. The copies of themselves hadn't stirred and Sam didn't feel like inspecting them.

"How did you get here? How did you know I was here? What happened to Lena? And how were you able to...?" Sam was asking before Dean shut him up.

Dean was kissing him long and hard. The kiss was filled with so much passion, that Sam moaned into his brother's mouth. He began to return the kiss, when Dean pulled away, his brother kept looking at his lips, while continue working on his bonds.

Man, they were so going to fuck, when they get out of here!

Eventually, Sam was freed and before Dean could move away, he pulled his brother in a tight hug. Sam rested his head against his brother's shoulder and held him tight. Dean was holding him and Sam could feel the struggle within his brother. He wasn't about to let his brother go, until Dean bucked up against his hip and started to nibble on his ear.

Oh yeah, the curse....

"We better get out of here. So, we can take care of that." Sam said smiling at his brother. "Uh, huh." Dean agreed, steeling one more kiss from him.

They exited their cell and locked it behind them. Hoping, it will buy them some time to escape. If those things were shape shifters, they need to move fast. They moved down halls and winding corridors, while passing doors with the eight pointed stars with the rosette in its middle. Sam tried to remember his last visit down here with Luke and couldn't recall how they got to the elevator.

Dean was leading when they did find the elevator. He had turned to Sam and explained on their ride up that was why he drives the car and Sam was the girl in their relationship.

When the doors open they stepped out quickly and quietly into the dark reception hall. Dean held the gun in his hand and Sam moved behind his brother. There was no one in sight as they moved through the area. The bar and the front desk held lit candles, giving the area an eerie glow.

"Hey, where is everyone?" Sam whispered to his brother.

"Don't frickin know, but I would really like to get the heck out of here!" Dean said hastily.

They passed where they had once sat with Luke and Lena. Sam shifted his gaze over to the entrance, keeping his guilt to himself. He saw behind the tall window pane that it was dark out.

Dean moved quickly towards the door. Before he could reach it, Dean flew back a couple of feet behind Sam. Sam turned to watch his brother land against the leathered back's of the sofas. He ran to help his brother up, when he was pulled away from Dean by an unseen supernatural force.

Sam landed on his back by the front desk, where he watched his brother from. Linda popped her head over the front desk and smiled down at him. Her blue eyes covered in black. Sam scrambled back and away from the front desk.

"So, Batman where'd you and Robin, think you're going?" Linda said smiling to them.

"Lin, it's nice to see your sweet rack, again. How they're hanging?" Dean quipped while getting up.

"Hand over the gun." She said brazenly.

"Why don't you try to take it from me?" Dean said moving his hand. 

Dean was thrown another couple of feet behind the reception area and was pinned against the elevator. The gun fell from his hands. 

Sam lunged to catch the floating gun and was thrown against the bar, where Luke ordered their drinks from. Sam covered his head as his body slammed into the glassed shelves holding glasses in various size and measure. Some thing jutted into his back and he grunt in pain. The mirror behind the bar broke and fell along with the other broken glass on top of him. The glass cut and scraped his skin. Making it impossible for him to pin point where he'd hurt himself the most, his back or his side.

A high pitched laughter rang out and he was so going to fry that bitch!

"Sorry, bout that couldn't have you play the hero here! Leave that to Lucifer!" Linda shouted.

Sam looked around for something to help them get out of this situation. He had a plan and hope, and maybe a prayer.

"Come on out, Sam. Need to see your tall ass. Come on over here! Can't have Lucifer's meat suit behind bars, now can we?" She joked to herself. 

"You're seriously giving us blonds a bad name, honey!" Dean yelled.

Sam heard his brother grunt and knew he was pushed harder into the steel doors. He moved to the back of the bar and couldn't go no further. He couldn't see Dean and Linda couldn't see him. He heard her approached. The sound of her high heels click clacked loudly on the wooden floor as she came close to where he was hiding. 

Sam said a quick prayer, hoped it would be heard and set his plan in motion. He moved back in his crouch position, when she peered up over the counter. The salt line circling around him made her laugh.

"Doesn't work that way, tall, dark and is definitely the side kick." She said laughing louder.

"But this does..." Sam said, swooping up and swinging the jug filled with salt and alcohol above his head.

Just as he expected Linda stopped his movement but not the momentum and gravity within the jar. He felt the slosh of the jugs contents rock back then forward. The alcohol and salt splashed above her. She moved her hand to swipe the contents away missing some. She yelled as her hand struck the knife in the murky substance, slicing through her hand. 

Her face twisted demonically with anger. The salt mixture was burning the right half of her side and it had weakened her supernatural hold on his body. Linda raised her other hand to pull the knife from her hand and rear back to bring it down in an arc. 

The blade stopped inches away from Sam's head, reminding her of the salt line that blocked her from moving close to him. She tried moving him forward to the blade, instead. 

Sam dropped the jar in front of him and as it fell in to pieces, Linda moved quickly away, from splashing liquid as some caught her. She pivoted on her feet, twirling around and tossing the knife up. She caught the blade end and was about to flick the blade at him.

Dean moved suddenly from behind and stabbed her in the neck. The other knife clattered to the floor. Linda spun around, grabbed Dean and threw him towards the front desk toppling him over the counter. 

She turned quickly around but it was too late for her to swipe away the cocktail bottle that was hurtling towards her. 

She screamed as the fire exploded, burning her skin. Sam hadn't forgotten to add a bit of salt to the contents. She turned to look at him through the haze of fire coming from her body and before she reached him. Two shots went off, hitting her in the right leg. The bullets shot through the bar missing him by inches.

Linda crumpled to the floor and yelled, the black smoke escaping her body. 

Sam saw his brother checking to see if the coast was clear. He tucked the gun away, when he felt secure. Dean nodded to him. The movement was to ask if he was OK and Sam nodded his head in answer. Dean walked over to the glass paned doors and pushed them open. Sam jumped over the bar counter, glass crunched under his feet and fell about him. He smiled maliciously at the burning body, passing it by. 

He ran after his brother and through the doors. They exited out into the parking lot. Dean nearly cried tears of joy when he saw his car sitting in the parking lot waiting for them.

"Yes! Hell yeah!" Dean ran to the black sleek mobile running his hands seductively over the hood.

He rummage through his pockets and pulled out his keys.

"Hey, how the hell do you still have your keys?" Sam asked.

"I didn't! Picked them up from behind the desk, she's actually dumb enough to leave them lying there next to the gun. And stop with the frickin questions!" Dean said impatiently while opening the door.

Before Sam entered from his side, an owl landed on the car's roof top. It wings was spanned and Sam stared, too scared to move. The owl fluttered its wings again and flew away. He remembered that close to Cemetery there was a Forrest Park named Myric. 

What was that? Guess one of their inhabitants is taking a late flight... 



Give a Name... Ch. 10



Chapter 10: To a Sweet Escape to Another Day

"Alright, we got to think this through." Sam said scrubbing his face. "We just survived..."

"A harem of succubi and incubi." Dean said while driving away from the clinic.

"OK, how did you know?"

"What? That they were succubi and incubi or they are called a harem of succubi and incubi?" Dean asked.

He tapped Sam on his thigh and began caressing the inside of his leg. Sam got instantly hard. He looked up at his brother, with wide questioning eyes. Dean looked at him and then down at his hand. He quickly pulled his hand away, moving to his side.

"Are you... are you one of them?" Sam asked quietly.

Dean laughed. "Fuck no! Bobby called and told me to give you this."

Dean cuffed Sam behind his head and shoved his middle finger in his face.

"Thanks, Bobby?" Sam said staring at Dean's finger and rubbing the back of his head.

"We are dealing with a Babylonian fertility goddess, called Ick... uhm... tar?" -"Ishtar"- "...yeah her." Dean finished.

And it all fell into place. 

The architect of the clinic, the statues, the symbols and even the name logo, it all made sense. Sam groaned at his stupidity. The building was a small modern copy of the Ishtar's Gate that was grand, with its blue walls and yellow tiles. The Lion was one of the golden tiled symbols to be found on the Gate of Ishtar. The eight pointed star with the rosette was her goddess symbol. The planet Venus was her star sign and that was who they were paying tribute to on the foam of their lattes.

Venus was later taken over by the Greeks for their goddess of love, Aphrodite, but originally it was for Ishtar. Even the number of employees made sense, two teams: one of women and the other of men, representing Ishtar's androgynous appeal. Each team had eight members and they in turn have eight charges. The number 'eight', in example to the eight pointed star, was her number symbol.

Even the clinic's name was a variation of her name Istahar and if he thought about it. It is not 'In Anna' it is Inanna, meaning in Sumerian 'Lady of Heaven' and Innini, a Mesopotamian virgin goddess, all reverting back to Ishtar.

"I should have seen this. I should have known!" Sam said sitting back holding his head.

"Come on, Sammy! That's why you got your big brother to look out for ya!" Dean teased, smiling. Sam returned the smile. He was happy to have his brother back and still fighting for another day to be with him.

Yep, this is my brother playing superhero. Never give up and never surrender.

Sam sat back thinking about the clinic. His mind was bringing back the last of their investigation. The staff was probably possessed by the goddess or was under her spell and they were invoking her power of fertility to get the women pregnant. In those days, they would build temples for women, and a few men, to lie in and service the temple worshipers. They would call these temple goddess's 'the whores of Ishtar' who serviced foreigners and temple worshipers, who were all usually men.

That would have explained the sexual attraction he had for Luke, not to mention, the Doctor at the hospital. Some religious text saw Ishtar as a succubus.

Still, it didn't quite fit. There was no explanation, to why she was killing the babies, she was making? But the world was going through an Apocalypse and they had wanted Sam to say 'yes' to Lucifer. They referred to him as their master, not Ishtar.

"OK, so how do we kill her? And why the hell would she make copies or shape-shifters of us, for Lucifer's sake?" Sam asked his head finally settling.

"Well... Bobby is looking into it, before I got caught. So, we're supposed to hear from him soon. But..." Dean said then shifted in his seat. 

Dean looked at Sam with a pained look and grabbed his crotch, palming his bulge.

Sam laughed, he had completely forgotten about the curse. "You know the drill."

Dean pulled over to the side of the road and pulled his cock out. Sam leaned over and took Dean in his mouth. He slid down the length of his brother's delicious cock and heard Dean moaned. He sucked Dean off and played with his sack. Dean held his head and bucked into Sam's mouth, grunting.

Sam wanted this moment to be over quickly. He preferred to have his brother wrapped in his arms and moving under him. But they were a long way from their motel and Dean could only hold out for so long.

After Dean grunted and unloaded his balls into Sam's mouth, within a couple of sucks. Sam nearly choked with the amount of cum hitting the back of his throat. Sam swallowed and continued to lick his brother clean.

Dean eyes were staring off into the distance and were glazed over with satisfaction.

"Should I drive?" Sam moved to open the door.

Dean answered by tucking his cock back into his pants and got out. 

"Damn, some bird crapped on my car." Dean said to Sam angrily while passing behind the car.

Sam grabbed Dean by the hips and kissed him long and hard. The pain in his crotch had already subsided somewhat, but he needed Dean. Sam needed to feel that Dean was Dean and they were good. The fight for today was over and the fight for tomorrow would come.

He pushed Dean against the car and began to grind into his brother's hips. 

Fuck it! I don't think we are going to make it to the motel after all!

Sam grabbed Dean's ass and massage the muscled mounds. Dean moaned into his mouth and pulled away.

"Say my name, Sam." Dean kissed into his brother mouth.

Sam kept kissing his brother and massaging his ass cheeks. Dean tried to pull away from the kiss but Sam went for his neck and jaw line. Dean was groaning and he kept urging Sam to say his name, while removing Sam's pants.

Sam watched as Dean kneeled and looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes, like sheer candy color. Dean started jacking him off and licking his full pouty lips.

God, my brother was so fucking hot.

Dean slipped his wet lips over Sam's cock, while getting Sam nice and wet. Dean removed his pants, while Sam pulled out of his brother's wet mouth and Dean stood up. Sam turned him and pushed him roughly over the trunk of the car.

"You little cock tease...." Sam whispered in Dean's ear.

"Look who's talking, Sammy? Why don't you say my name and we're even?" Dean pushed back against Sam.

Sam ignored Dean, tugging his shirt up, leaving wet kisses along Dean's spine. Dean moaned and spread his legs wider. His pants were still around his ankles. Sam brought his brother's hips lower and spread his cheeks wide.

Sam spat on his brother's puckered star and started to thrust his tongue in. He ate his brother out and watched his brother struggle to keep still. Sam moved his thumb into his brother's hole and smiled when it went easily in.

Dean gave a little shudder and Sam sucked his index finger. He moved the wet digit in and twisted.

"Oh, Holy Batman!" Dean gasped and smiled.

"There it is! I was having a trouble finding it with my tongue." Sam teased.

"Dude, for Christ sake, hurry up. I'm not getting any harder!" Dean began fisting his cock.

Sam grabbed Dean by the wrist and moved his hands away. Sam stood up and continued to kiss his brother on his neck, along his ear. Dean kept moving against Sam's erection, in encouragement.

"Hmm... you taste so good. Just like candy..." Sam said giving his brother's neck a long lick. "I did her, too. Dude, she so doesn't take like it." Dean retorted.

Sam turned his brother around and looked into those green eyes, holding the side of his face. "You do taste like candy and you're the only candy this kid brother likes to eat." Sam said kissing Dean thoroughly till he was limp in his arms.

Sam moved against his brother's erection, waiting for Dean to get back into the play. He tried to keep in time with his brother's erratic movements. Enjoying the way his cock was being rubbed against his brother's and the way Dean was reacting to their contact.

"Yeah, keep doing that. It feels so good." Sam whispered.

"Enough with the teasing and... Can't we just... Just fuck!" Dean whined.

Sam spun his brother around and Dean immediately bended over the car, spreading his legs apart like a good soldier. Dean looked back eagerly as Sam spat in his hand, checked his brother's hole and popped his head in, slowly.

Dean gave a hard shudder and collapsed fully against trunk of the car. Sam held his brother down and pushed in. He was savoring, each inch of his cock, as it was being swallowed up by his brother's tight ass.

When Sam was fully embedded, he waited, caressing his brother's back and shoulders. Dean pushed back and Sam knew that was his cue to start thrusting. He moved slowly and Dean moved back in time, picking up the pace. It wasn't long before Sam's hip and Dean's ass, was making the sound, which flesh make when they were slapped against each other.

Sam felt the night air around him, but his body was heated by his movements. Dean was raised up on his hands, on the Impala's trunk, using the car as leverage. Sam placed wet kisses across his brother's neck and back. Each kiss ended with teeth. Sam wanted to consume his brother and savor Dean's raw, but sweet taste.

But like all good things, it came too quickly to an end, as Sam felt his orgasm approaching. He grabbed his brother's cock and started to pump. Sam watched his brother the entire time. 

Taking, as much in as he could see of Dean's face: The hot air that rushed out of Dean's mouth, the droplets of sweat that dripped off his skin, the gleam of white teeth that nibbled his bottom lip, the long lashes that curled upward and how his approaching climax was affecting Dean. 

Dean moaned as he kept still and let his baby brother moved deep within him, but Sam wasn't having any of it.

"Dean, Dean, Dean..." Sam said looking at his brother, waiting. 

It was the only time that Sam can truly enjoy his brother's name. Dean's orgasm ripped through him as Sam felt his big brother clench about his cock. Making, Sam see stars, sparkle and spangles. Dean fell hard, against the trunk's hood, his legs buckling out from under him. Sam fell over his brother's back, to hold him in place.

It took a while for them to recover. Their breaths were labored and irregular. Sam didn't want to let his brother go, but Dean elbowed him in his side.

"Get off! The car is frickin cold." Dean said breathlessly.

Sam got off and pulled out. He should be accustomed to his brother withdrawal after sex, but it still hurt him. Dean moaned and quickly pulled his pants up, waddling to the other side of the car. Sam popped himself back in and tried to compose himself. 

At least, he had his brother back and Dean hasn't given up on them. He quietly reminded himself.

Sam got in after a while and Dean turned to his side and covered himself with his jacket. Dean pushed the car seat back and settled in, while Sam drove them back to their motel. 

Every now and then, Sam watched Dean while he was resting. When Sam passed their Diner, he parked in front of their room and got himself something to eat. He ordered the same thing for his brother, he ate the last time. Dean was a creature of habit.

When he got back to the car, Dean was gone and the lights in their room were on.

Sam was entering into their room when he heard the gun clicked.