The twins know something is very, very wrong about five minutes before they reach the motel.

Dean practically parks in the doorway of motel room and both boys are out of the car and through the door in seconds.

What greets them takes their breath away and stills their hearts.

The room looks as if a brawl has just taken place, leaving things in a shambles. The beds are torn apart, ripped to the mattresses, tables are overturned, and there's glass on the floor.

Priestly feels like he might throw up when the metallic smell of blood hits his nostrils.

"Sammy?!" Dean suddenly screams, making Priestly jump. "Sammy, where are you?!"

Priestly watches Dean surge forward, muttering, "Not again… not again…"

There's a strange noise permeating the room and it takes a moment to break through Priestly's stunned stupor. When he realizes what it is, he moves with a jerk.

"Dean!" he barks. "The bathroom!"

The twin moves sharply and glares at the door for only a second before he raises a leg and kicks it in with brutal savagery.

Priestly feels his brother's mix of relief and horror in the back of his head and rushes to the bathroom, not sure what to expect. Dean is speaking fast and unintelligible, and Priestly feels his sense of panic rise as he runs the few feet to the tiny, porcelain room

When he gets to the door a second later, the scene greets him like a punch to the stomach.

Dean has climbed into the bathtub where Sam is cowering under the spray of the shower head.

Sam is soaked to the bone, making him seem small and at least a decade younger. His eyes are wide, dark and vacant. There are cuts all over his arms and chest, and Priestly can see pieces of glass sticking out of some of the wounds.

Sam is curled up in the corner of the bathtub, holding his wounded arms and shaking. He's hyperventilating, and Dean is trying to calm him down before he passes out.

But Priestly barely registers any of this.

His eyes are trained elsewhere: over Sam's head, where something has been written on the tiled shower wall in what can only be Sam's blood.

Priestly feels the room go ice cold as he rereads the words.

I am coming for you

*****

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…"

Dean hears himself chant his brother's name as he leans forward to grasp the younger man's shaking shoulders.

He will never forgive himself for letting this happen to Sammy.

Never.

*****

Priestly tries to still his shaking as he holds Sam's damp body against is chest.

He's resting against the headboard of one of the beds, legs apart, with Sam clutched tight, to keep him still and safe.

Sam's shirt is off and Dean is carefully removing the glass from the wounds with a pair of tweezers.

As Dean pulls a large piece from a gash on his chest, Sam whimpers and Priestly holds him tighter, whispering encouraging words and pressing a kiss to the back of his little brother's neck.

Dean looks as if he's on the verge of tears as he tapes another bandage to Sam's chest. But instead of breaking, he hands Sam the bottle of Jack Daniels and motions for him to take another swig.

Sam is still trembling when he lifts the bottle to his lips, and spills a bit of the alcohol on his chest.

He hisses with pain when the alcohol seeps into his open wounds.

"Fuck," he swears as he lowers the bottle.

Priestly and Dean immediately snap to attention.

The curse is the first word Sam has spoken since they found him.

*****

"Sammy?" Dean whispers tentatively. There's a quiver in his voice he can't hide, and his eyes betray the torrent of emotion he's keeping at bay.

"I saw him," Sam says to no one in particular.

Sam feels Priestly run his hands up and down his arms, careful to avoid the freshly dressed wounds.

"It was a vision, but… not like anything I've ever experienced." Sam breathes, watching Dean's face as he presses back into Priestly. In response, Priestly leans his chin on Sam's shoulder. "He… it saw me."

Sam feels a shiver when Dean's mouth drops in surprise and Priestly heart beats faster against his back.

"He looked right at me and…" Sam bites his lip. "I don't know how, but… I think… I think he possessed me."

"Fucking Christ," Priestly swears against his cheek.

Sam shivers again at the memory and at the sudden look of bloody murder in Dean's eyes.

"The thing is, I still have the charm Bobby gave us, so the Beast has to be really powerful."

"The Beast?" Priestly asks, roving fingers stilling.

Sam nods. "That's what he called himself. It was one of the few things I understood. He spoke in a language I didn't recognize right before he… he took over."

"So," Dean says slowly, cutting in, "you did this?" He waves a hand, gesturing around the room. It's still completely destroyed, with glass sparkling on the floor.

Sam feels an almost sheepish expression ghost over his face.

"Ya… I think so. I think I destroyed everything and… and wrote that message on the wall."

The room goes quite for a moment as each of the three boys run the words over again in their minds.

"But I don't understand," Dean says suddenly, finally sitting down on the bed. "Why did it do it this way? Why possess you? Why just trash the room and not kill us?"

Sam feels Priestly nod his head against his cheek.

"To scare us," Sam says with a surprising amount of conviction. "He wants to kill us himself. He's still clawing his way of Hell, so he can't get to us yet… but he was somehow able to take control of me to… to let us know that he coming."

"I just," Dean starts, running a hand over his face, "I don't understand how he could have possessed you if he's still in Hell."

"He's strong, Dean," Sam says, voice no longer shaking. "He's stronger than anything we've ever faced before... and he's coming for us."

*****

The boys are in a different motel tonight.

Once Sam was patched up, they had grabbed everything that was there's and jumped in the car, with Dean trying to get as far away from the old room as was physically possible.

They drove for hours until Priestly finally talked Dean into stopping for the night: so Sam could rest, he reasoned.

So they stop, get a room, and now Sam is deep in a drug-induced sleep.

He's got a bed to himself again, so there's less chance of his wounds reopening, and Dean and Priestly are in the bed next to him.

It's been hours since they stopped to sleep, but Dean is still wide awake, tossing and turning, and keeping Priestly from his own date with the Sandman.

"Dean," Priestly finally whispers. "You have to stop, or I swear I am going to smother you with a pillow."

The twin stops fidgeting for a moment, deciding instead to stare at the ceiling.

Priestly sighs and worms an arm under Dean's hand, pulling his brother close despite Dean's protestations about "cuddling".

As Sam starts to snore gently, Priestly rolls onto his side and presses against Dean, letting his free hand roam over Dean's bare stomach muscles.

Dean shivers and sighs at the touch, and Priestly can feel the anxiety slowly leak from Dean's body.

Priestly lets his hand run over Dean's abdomen until he feels the last of the stress dissipate. The muscles flex and relax under Priestly's hand, and he gasps when he feels the heat start to radiate from is brother's body.

*****

Dean turns and kisses Priestly without a word, letting his suddenly lively hands trace over his twin's arms, chest and sides.

Priestly is kissing back fervently, urging Dean on, and Dean enthusiastically complies.

Priestly lets out a loud squeak when Dean runs a hand over his ass and squeezes.

Dean tries not to laugh, and instead rolls himself on top of Priestly, smothering his lips with his own, deterring the escape of anything else that might wake Sam

Priestly is writhing beneath him, hungry hands grasping at his shoulder, pulling him impossibly closer.

Dean has to pull back and gasp when Priestly rolls his hips, brushing their sudden erections together.

It's all too much and Dean lets out a low moan before he can stifle it.

Both boys still instantly, but Sam's snoring doesn't even falter.

Taking Sam's continued unconsciousness as a sign of blessing, Dean attacks Priestly's body with new energy.

His hands roam over his twin's torso, nails scratching over his chest, pinching his nipples and fingertips dragging over the sensitive skin just above his Priestly's boxers.

The twin whimpers and bucks when Dean lets a thumb slip under the waistband to slide over smooth flesh.

You want it? Dean purrs into Priestly's head. His fingers tug gently at the boxers.

He tries to ignore the little voice in the back of his head that says it's all happening too fast; that he's only doing this to feel alive. The little voice insists that it isn't fair to Priestly or Sam to do this now.

He's being selfish and needy.

But he tries his best to ignore his conscience.

Fuck, the other boy moans, writhing. Dean can tell he wants it… but even Priestly knows something is wrong with the situation.

But… the twin pauses, a swell or trepidation emanating from him. He turns his head away from Dean and looks at the sleeping form in the other bed. Dean we can't. We… we have to stop. Dean, stop!

Dean halts in his movements instantly, and a wave of guilt washes over him, cooling his body in seconds. He suddenly climbs off Priestly with jerky movements and slides out of the bed without a word, moving like he is running on auto pilot. He follows his feet towards Sam's bed and halts when he reaches the side, where Sam's face is highlighted in moonlight.

Dean feels as if his heart might break in this moment.

Dean?

Sam's curled up on his side, leaving enough room for Dean to climb in next to him.

*****

Priestly watches, silent, as Dean lays down next to Sam, instantly throwing a careful arm over the younger boy's side.

Not for the first time since he rejoined his family, he feels as if he's intruding; his earlier conversation with Sam resurfacing in his mind.

He feels an ache in his chest that he tries to ignore when Dean drifts quickly into sleep next to Sam.

*****

They're on the road back to Bobby's when Sam insists they stop at an old bookstore in a town they're coming up on.

Dean leans over the steering wheel and squints at the town sign up ahead. "We've never been here before, Sammy. How do you know they've got the bookstore you're lookin' for? You psychic or something?"

Dean realizes a second later the irony of what he's just said, and scowls when Priestly snickers from the back seat.

"I read about it on the internet, jackass," Sam sighs, rolling his eyes in the passenger seat.

"Fine," Dean grunts, still kicking himself for the "psychic" comment. "But I don't want you getting all starry-eyed and lovesick like the last time we were in a place like that. Remember that crazy place in Louisiana? I swear you popped a boner the minute you stepped into that hole in the wall."

Sam crosses his arms and slouches in the passenger seat, blowing bangs out of his eyes before setting his mouth into what Dean would swear is a pout. "I did not get a boner," he huffs.

"You sure?" Dean continues, enjoying himself now. "I mean, you looked like you got all antsy and lightheaded… like all the blood in your upstairs brain had gone south." Dean grins widely when Sam starts to get pink in the cheeks. "Or maybe it was the old crone behind the counter. The one with the beads and the lady eye…"

"Enough," Sam suddenly barks, cheeks flush. "Can we please stop talking about my penis and instead focus on finding the damn bookstore?"

Dean laughs and swipes a thumb over the steering wheel as he crosses into the small town.

*****

Like he's addressing children, Sam tells the twins that he'll stay in the bookstore, and that he'll meet them in one hour at the diner across the street.

One hour.

That meeting was about an hour and ten minutes ago.

Sam sighs as he checks his watch for about the fifth time in the last thirty seconds. He runs a hand over his face and vows to berate Dean for his ineptitude when it comes to telling time. Dragging himself up from the hot plastic seat outside the diner, Sam resigns himself to having to look for his retarded older brothers.

He's about to start his search when an all too familiar songs catches his ears.

He frowns, trying to place its origin and spots a small electronics store across the street.

As the opening notes of "Freebird" leak out of the building, a sense of dread washes over Sam.

*****

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Sam doesn't know whether to laugh or throw himself in front of a bus when he sees his twin older brothers glued to a television screen and rocking out on plastic guitar controllers. Skynyrd's infamous song is pouring out of speakers Sam can't see, and there's already a crowd stopping to watch the boys.

Sam opens and closes his mouth multiple times, lost for what to say as the twins move and grin as if convincing themselves they're playing the song for real.

In the end, he decides to wait it out. He can't even imagine the kind of ass kicking he would get if he were to interrupt and throw a monkey wrench into the so far perfect score.

So he waits, and God, how long is this song, anyway?

Finally, after forever, the boys finish the song without a single missed note, earning enthusiastic applause from both the animated audience, and those watching around them.

Sam chokes on something when the boys bow.

Deciding he's had enough when the two start to wave at their admirers, Sam pushes through the crowd, grabs each of his older brothers by the arm, and leads them out of the store.

*****

"Dude, we rock."

Priestly laughs at Dean's excitement. "Yes, that is what the game told us."

"No, but we really rock."

"It's just a game, Dean. You do know you weren't actually playing guitar, right?" Sam sighs impatiently into the rearview mirror.

"I know that," Dean says defensively. "But we pulled off a perfect score on Freebird. That's skill."

Sam just rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the road.

Priestly has to smile at the whole situation. Sure, he's been banished to the backseat again, but at least this time he has Dean for company. Finding the game had been just the stroke of luck he needed to get back into Dean's good graces.

Neither boy had said anything, but things had been awkward since the other night. Priestly knew Dean was feeling guilty and hurt, vulnerable even, and he wanted to try to make it up to him.

During the game, Priestly felt them connect again on a psychic level, allowing them to synchronize their movements into perfect harmony.

It had made him feel whole again.

Dean had opened himself up again, and for that, Priestly was grateful. He knew now, that Dean understood his actions the other night: that he was not rejecting his brother, but trying to protect him.

Dean really understood now, he felt. And though his twin still felt guilty about what had happened to Sam, it was no longer crippling him.

"So Sam," Priestly says, pulling himself from inside his own head, "what did you get at the book store?"

"Ya," Dean echoes. "What was so important that we just had to stop?"

Sam rolls his eyes again at Dean. "Like you didn't enjoy yourself back there."

Dean scrunches up his face. "That's not the point…"

"I got some books on demons," Sam interruptes, before Dean can pitch a fit. "Specifically different kinds and their levels of power and authority."

"Authority?" Priestly meeps. He really doesn't like the sound of that.

"Ya," Sam says, glancing in the rearview mirror at Priestly. "There's a hierarchy among demons. Think of it like a government."

"Or the military," Dean mumbles.

"Certain demons hold ranks above others. Like the yellow-eyed demon…" Sam begins, and Priestly notices Dean's hands ball into fists next to him. "He was pretty high up. He could make grand plans that others had to follow. He was extremely powerful and could control 'lesser' beings if he chose."

"So you're trying to figure out where the Beast fits in?" Priestly guesses.

"Exactly. I want to know where he fits into the grand scheme of things," Sam clarifies. "I want to know how he ranks and what kind of a threat he poses to us." Priestly sees his younger brother's hands tighten on the wheel. "The more we know, the better we can prepare ourselves."

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