Scars (7/?)

[stillrose]

Title: Scars - Chap 7
Fandom: Supernatural
Sequel to: Burn (found here)
Warnings: Slash, wincest, language, angst, and Winchester Whompin
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam and Dean deal with the aftermath of actions in Burn while trying to stop the “Greenbrier Witch” from preying on any more of the heart-broken.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam and Dean; just borrowing them. All I own is what my cats don't want. Unbeated.

Thanks all for your patience. Look for the next chap by no later than Monday! :)

Once again they nestled on the comfortable mattress. Once again Sam curled his longer body around his big brother holding him tight.

Together they drifted off into a blissful and satiated sleep.

“Rise an shine, boys!” Granny shouted as she poked her head into the guest room.

“Granny!” snarled a startled Dean as he grabbed for a sheet to cover he and Sam.

“You two ain’t got nuthin’ I ain’t seen before,” Granny replied, “and if ya have I’m too old ta do anythin’ with it! Now, up and at ‘em! Brekfast’s on the table in a half an hour and then we got work ta do!”

“Uh…thanks, Granny,” Sam blushed.

Granny smiled, winked and shut the door.

Dean rolled over and looked at Sam who was sitting, staring at Dean and biting his lips.

“You ok?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” Sam replied.

Like that’s convincing, Dean thought. I’ve heard of awkward morning afters…just never thought I’d have one with Sam.

“Uhm..is there…”

“I don’t regret it,” Sam interrupted.

Uh-oh, Dean thought again. Lifetime here we come.

“Ok…,” Dean started prompting Sam to continue to talk about whatever was bothering him.

“Do you?” Sam whispered.

“Ah…Sammy,” Dean said as he reached out and touched his brother’s cheek with his hand. “Not last night…not now…not tomorrow.”

Sam smiled; relief shining from his eyes. “This mean we can do at again?”

Dean laughed but evaded the question. “Not before breakfast, unless you want to really give Granny a show.”

“No way! She might decide she’s not too old after all!”

“Dude! We’d never survive!”

Both brothers laughed and rolled out of a bed.

***
Breakfast was another plentiful and simple meal. Granny had once again made biscuits; this time she served them with the boys’ choice of homemade sausage gravy or the grape jelly she’d canned the previous summer. She also fried up a mass of potatoes which she served alongside scrambled eggs.

There was a pot of hot coffee and real cream for diluting the strong brew. Granny also insisted the brothers each drink a glass of orange juice because it was just full of vitamin c and electrolytes.

“Now then,” Granny said over her second cup of coffee. “First stop is the diner.”

“The diner?” asked Sam.

“Yep,” Granny replied. “I need to give Myrtle my recipe for apple crisp.”

“Granny,” asked Dean, “how does this help us with Eddie?”

“It don’t.”

“Then why are we going to the diner first? Weren’t you the one insisting we make nice with that bi…witch so we can find out more about here?” continued Dean.

“You and Sam are goin’ to the Chug and Go,” Granny answered. “I don’t think it’d be a good idea for the local ‘wise woman’ to be goin’ with ya when ya talk to this gal. Might make her a bit jumpy. You drop me off at the diner. Myrtle and I will have a nice chat why you boys are makin’ time with this Eddie character.”

“Then we meet back up with you at the diner,” concluded Sam.

Granny smiled. “Yep.”

“What if something goes wrong?” Sam asked.

“Like what?” asked Granny.

“I don’t know,” said Sam.

Dean stared at his brother. Sam returned the stare.

“Look, I just got a bad feeling,” Sam said. “It never works out when the good guys split up.”

“Pshaw!” said Granny as she patted Sam on the arm. “We’ll be fine. I’ll be with Myrtle and you’ll be with Dean.”

***
For the second time in as many days, the black Impala slid to a stop in front of the Chug and Go. Sam and Dean got out. This day there was no light banter between the two brothers.

“I still say we just take her out,” Dean groused.

“And what if she’s human, Dean?” asked Sam.

“Don’t care,” Dean said.

Sam sighed. “Dean, we aren’t killers.”

“Sam,” Dean replied stopping his brother with a hand to the chest, “yes, yes we are. Human or not we kill the things that people have nightmares about and believe me…Eddie’s just one more nightmare.”

Sam looked at his brother. Dean’s determination to stop Eddie any way he had to was palpable. Sam knew he had different boundaries than his brother; but he also knew he’d always have Dean’s back. He nodded and the two brother’s headed into the small building.

The inside of the gas station and convenience store was the same but instead of a bubbly redhead working the cash register there was a rather somber looking brunette. The teenage girl’s hair was long, straight and too black to be her real color. She had a metal stud in her too red bottom lip and a silver hoop through her right eyebrow which was also blacker than natural.

The girl looked from her thick hardcover book too look at Sam and Dean.

“Help ya?” she asked.

“Uhm, yeah,” said Sam. “We were looking for Eddie.”

“Not here,” the girl said.

“Not her shift today?” smiled Dean.

“Nah. Told the boss she was taken a few days off.”

“You wouldn’t know where she lives?” asked Sam.

“Why?” asked the girl not bothering to hide the suspicion in her voice.

“Were writers,” Dean smiled again and leaned on the counter. “I’m Dean and this is Sam. We’re writing an article on the Greenbrier for a travel magazine and we wanted to interview Eddie about her applehead dolls.”

“Those creepy things?” the girl exclaimed.

Dean did his seductive laugh. “Yeah. I know what you mean. The reader’s though. They’ll eat it up. Local flavor and all.”

“Tell me about it,” the girl groaned. “I can’t wait to get out of this lame backward town.”

“So you think you can help us out?” asked Dean.

“I don’t know,” the girl replied. “It’s against company policy.”

“Well can you at least tell use Eddie’s last name?” asked Sam. “That way we can look her up in the phone book. If she’s there, her information is public.”

The girl bit her lips smearing red lipstick on her teeth. Dean smiled and looked at the book. “Interview with a Vampire” was printed in mostly large white bordered with red letters; the word “vampire” was in black edged with red.

“Great book,” Dean said, “great city too…well before…the storm.”

“Really?” the girl asked her eyes going wide. “You been there? New Orleans.”

“Yeah,” smiled Dean.

“Think it’ll ever be the same again?” asked the girl.

“I hope so,” said Dean. “They say the French Quarter’s back and that’s one of the best parts.”

“I always wanted to go,” the girl said wistfully.

“I’m sure you’ll get there,” Dean smiled again. This time the girl smiled in return.

“Schue,” she said.

“Excuse me?” asked Sam.

“Schue,” answered the girl as she put down the book and looked over the boys’ shoulder to a customer standing behind them. “That’s Eddie’s last name. She’s Eddie Schue.”

“Thanks!” Sam and Dean said and then turned to leave only to bump into a man in uniform holding a cup of coffee.

“Uhgh,” grunted the man as he held his coffee out to keep it from spilling on himself or the Winchesters.

“Uh, excuse us!” said Sam as he realized the uniform was that of a sheriff.

“No problem, son,” the sheriff laughed.

“Uhm, we can pay for that,” offered Dean.

“Don’t worry about it boys,” said the sheriff. “If this is the worst trouble y’all get into in my town, why then I’m a happy guy.”

The girl rolled her eyes.

“Right,” said Sam as he moved around the sheriff. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice day now!” shouted the sheriff as the Winchester’s moved around him and towards the door.

“Yeah,” said Dean. “You too!”

The sheriff turned back towards the girl.

“Nice boys. Passing through?”

The girl shrugged, rung up the sheriff’s coffee and said, “Maybe. Writers. Doin’ a story on Eddie’s dolls.”

The sheriff fished out dollar and half in change from his pocket and passed it to the girl.

“Now ain’t that sumthin,” he said as he sipped his coffee.

TBC in prt 8