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He had to hand it to these kids, they were in fact pretty good with a weapon. And okay, they weren't actual kids. This Sebastian guy was the same age as Sam, and Abigail was 22 (although she was very adamant about being nearly 23, which made her sound a lot younger). Sebastian was cool, calculated, scanning each level for possible threats. Abigail was intense and focused, always taking point, dispatching each creature they came across quickly and ruthlessly. He and Sam were hanging back, just trying to learn about the monsters they encountered, what dangers they posed, and what their weaknesses were.
The biggest issue was that they had to clear a ton of rocks each time they needed to go to a lower level. Carrying big chunks of stone while trying to hold a flashlight and a gun was not his idea of a good time. It was worse than digging up dead bodies for salting and burning, and that was saying something.
"Hey Abigail, how much deeper do these mines go? Are we getting to the end yet? I need a beer. No, actually, I need at least four beers."
She laughed out loud. "We're not even halfway down, old man. Grow a pair."
He huffed in annoyance. Nice boobs or not, the girl was a fucking menace. He wondered if she was this mouthy and bratty in bed as well.
Finally, Sam came to his rescue, telling the others that he wanted to head back to get his observations written down and compare notes with the science guy. None of the creatures they'd killed so far looked like anything they'd ever seen before. It might just be a hyper-local phenomenon, but it was probably a good idea to document things, just in case. Sam, nerding out like always. But the nerding was at least getting him out of the mines and much closer to a shower, a beer, and a burger, so he wasn't going to mention it.
He dropped off Sam and Sebastian, gave Abigail a ride back into town, and then headed over to Marnie's. He wasn't sure how much longer Sam wanted to stay in this place, "recording phenomena", but he figured he'd check in with Marnie to see if another night was a problem or not. And he really, really needed that shower. Some of the monsters they'd encountered had exploded in big chunks of slime every time Abigail sliced through them like a maniac, and he was covered in muck and other unidentifiable bits. Like any other day on the job, really.
Just his luck that after he'd talked to the older woman and got some clean clothes from his duffel bag, the shower turned out to be occupied. Thirty minutes later, he was really starting to lose his patience. Did whoever was in there pass out or something? He banged on the bathroom door a bit more aggressively, but hearing a muffled curse coming from inside, he figured he wouldn't have to break down the door, not for another five minutes at least. Not long after, a surly-looking dude came out, a towel wrapped around his hips, staring daggers at him. He had the build of someone who'd been a high school football player, but hadn't kept in shape afterwards. Still, Dean wasn't about to mess with him.
"What the fuck do you want?"
He held up his hands, trying to look like he was sorry. "Just wanted to get a shower, man. You were in there for a long time."
The guy's sneer was replaced with a small smirk. "Yeah? Were you listening? Did you enjoy hearing me? Fucking pervert."
Okaaaaaay. He hadn't actually, but he wasn't going to argue with a guy only wearing a towel. He just moved aside to let the other man pass and ducked into the bathroom. That must have been Marnie's nephew she mentioned yesterday. Glenn? Sean? No, Shane. He got into the shower, grateful to find that Shane hadn't used up all the hot water, and started washing the goo out of his hair.
Despite everything, he found himself inexplicably horny. Man, he really needed to get laid again tonight, if he was getting hard at the thought of another guy jerking off in the shower before him. Those big hands, everything soaped up and slick, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible... Ugh. Get a fucking grip on yourself, Dean. No, not like that. Oh shit... okay, yeahhhhh, just like that. Fuck. He bit down on his moans. At least he had years of experience keeping quiet in the shower.
After he'd cleaned up and got dressed, he waved goodbye to Marnie and headed out, his stomach growling. Bar, burger, beer. He checked in with Sam to see if he was coming down to the bar as well, and Sam replied that he'd be there soon. He'd just ordered food when he noticed Shane leaning against the wall a little bit further away, still wearing that same small smirk and looking directly at him. Son of a bitch. He decided to ignore the guy and head towards the other end of the bar.
The bar was filling up as he wolfed down his burger, which was actually a pretty decent burger for a place like this. Not that he had standards or anything, but a good burger was a good burger. He wiped the juice from his face and, still ignoring Shane, wandered over to the pool table he'd spotted earlier. Probably not the best place to hustle some pool money, but he could play a few games just for the fun of it.
Just as he was racking up, Abigail and Sebastian walked into the pool area, followed by Sam and a tall blond guy. Sam immediately bounded over to him like an enthusiastic puppy. "Hey, Dean! Listen to this, apparently the things we found today are..."
He interrupted Sam with a loud groan. "For god's sake, can I just relax for five minutes? Sit the fuck down, Sammy."
"Huh, me?"
That wasn't Sam, that was the tall blond guy, looking confused and for some reason, embarrassed?
"Not you, Sam. He was talking to the other Sam." Abigail walked over, handing him a beer. "Dean, Sam, meet Sam. Sam, this is Dean and his brother Sam, they helped us out in the mines today."
A huge, sunny smile appeared on the guy's face. "Wow, that is so cool! Imagine both of us being called Sam."
Dean tried so hard not to roll his eyes at that. "Yeah, really uncommon name. You got us there, bud. Amazing. Now, who's up for a game of pool?"
Sebastian nearly managed to beat him. That cool, calculating look he'd had in the mines was evident in his game, as well. Fortunately, the angle on his last shot was slightly off, and set Dean up with a perfect line on the 8-ball.
He got them all a new round of beers and took a seat next to blond Sam, who was practically bursting with excitement. "I have literally never seen anyone beat Seb at pool. That was fucking awesome! Like you were mind controlling the balls, giving them orders and expecting them to obey. Man! I wish I could play like that."
He clinked his bottle against Sam's. "Hey, I don't give away my secrets to just anyone. Ruins my "mysterious yet distractingly handsome stranger just passing through" vibe. Tell you what, if you get me drunk enough, I might show you a trick or two, but only because you're called Sam and that's kind of my weak spot."
He took a deep swallow of his beer and tried to lean back against the couch without whimpering. Those mines and those stupid rocks had really done a number on his back. He was only 29, he shouldn't be feeling this old.
Blond Sam leaned over and put down his beer. "You in pain?" He waved him off, not liking how the concern in the guy's voice made him feel. He just needed a few more beers.
But Sam pressed on. "Hey, it's no big deal. I got some painkillers in my jacket, all of us have gotten hurt during patrols at some point or another. And if it's your back, I know all about that, man. Comes with being taller than most people. It's like our spines weren't made for this kind of thing, you know? If you want, my dad taught me how to work the kinks out whenever his back got really bad. Here, turn sideways, I'll show you."
He had no idea why he let this kid talk him into giving him a massage in a crowded bar, but he was fucking good at it. Jesus. It was better than that massage bed thing they sometimes had in motels. He let out an almost sinful groan when Sam's fingers found a particularly tight knot just below his shoulder blades.
Sam's voice, his own Sam, cut through his state of near bliss. "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable, dude."
"Sam, shut your mouth. No, not you Sam, the other Sam. He's just jealous. Hey Sammy, I swear, you gotta try this. The guy's got magic fingers. Oh yeah, right there. Me likey. Sam, why didn't you go to massage school instead of law school? Can I trade you in for a Sam upgrade? This one's prettier than you, too."
Far too soon, blond Sam's hands moved away from his spine. Dean felt more relaxed than he had been in weeks. Maybe longer. He was wondering if he could ask him to do it again some time later.
"You want those painkillers now?" When he nodded, Sam stood up and motioned for him to follow.
He watched Sam grab his jacket and look around, coming over to him after a few moments and leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "Mind if we do this outside? It's not like these are illegal or anything, but Harvey, he's our local doctor, is sitting at the bar, and he can get a bit uptight about sharing prescription meds."
Before he knew it, they were outside, his back pressed up against the side of the building and Sam's tongue trying to French his tonsils. The guy clearly didn't believe in wasting time. Judging by the things going on in blond Sam's jeans, pretty much at the same height as the things going on in his own jeans, he was also very much into it. He placed his hands on Sam's ass and pulled him in hard and rough, the response an immediate low moan against his mouth.
Suddenly he heard a strange creaking noise coming from somewhere off to the right, and before he realized what was going on, Sam had already let go of him, drawn two daggers from beneath his jacket, and furiously slashed and hacked at the darkness. A few seconds later there was a high-pitched screech, slowly dwindling to a low sigh, and then nothing. Sam stood silently and at high alert for a moment, then put his hands on his knees and breathed out loudly. "Shit, that was close."
"What was it?" He wasn't going to admit that seeing blond Sam spring into action like that had been kind of hot, but also kind of humiliating. He hadn't even had time to get his own gun out.
"Stone golem. Real nasty assholes. They use darkness to get close to their victims, and they look like regular stone boulders unless they move. The only real warning you get is when they stop pretending and go for the attack."
He bent over, picking something up off the ground. "Dammit, coal. I keep hoping I get lucky and my next stone golem kill drops a diamond. But they don't come into town often."
Dean blinked a few times. Diamonds? Did those creatures shit them out or something when they died? But Sam was already putting his daggers away and placing his hands back on Dean's hips. "Wanna pick up where we left off?"
He still felt disoriented from the attack and how that monster had nearly gotten the jump on them. He shook his head. "Sorry, man. Outdoors activities of the hardcore hot sex type sound like an excellent idea in general, but a pretty bad idea in this situation. Either we head off to your place or we go back inside, that okay with you?"
Blond Sam looked slightly frustrated, but nodded. "Yeah, can't do my place unfortunately. So okay, let's grab some more beers."
He carefully adjusted himself before walking back into the bar, noticing in passing that Sam hadn't bothered and was still sporting a very visible bulge in his jeans. Maybe the backseat of the Impala... but first, he'd have to check with the rest of the group if these creatures were capable of damaging his Baby. Sam was a hot piece of ass, but not worth getting his car ruined over. Besides, maybe it was time to have some self-control, tell his downstairs brain to shut up for a second, and figure out what the hell was going on in this town.