An Unholy Union

Another week passed and Spike was still with the brothers Winchester. He’d been cautious about bringing up anything that hinted at underlying emotions, and it seemed to be working because Dean hadn’t had a melt down, or turned to ice. Still, it left a lot unsaid. Spike knew the time would come when he’d have to shove off. But not today.

Paintings with people that came alive. Bloody ghosts you couldn’t choke with your bare hands. Things that whispered in people’s head and drove them crazy. The boys seemed to attract the weirdest, most frustrating cases... and Spike loved every minute of it. It was like going back fifteen years and working cases with the Scoobs, only he could say “fuck” to his heart’s content... and there was beer during research.

The brothers knew what they were doing. Most of the time. The rest of the time, it was Dean acting as if he knew what he was doing. The bastard did have lady luck sitting on his shoulders though, had to admit that much.

Sometimes Spike watched their interaction, and felt a deep loneliness. They could read each others’ minds, end each others’ sentence. They were family. They had something he could never touch. Then there were other times when it made him smile like a bleeding sap... especially when he could guess what one brother or the others’ response would be. Sometimes he vocalized it and when he got it right, both would look at him. Right... who said they weren’t predictable? And as he’d known, they hated to be told they were. Just like that, Spike had a new game.

One thing surprised Spike. A part of him had been extremely jealous of Dean’s love for his brother. It wasn’t that exactly, maybe it was the lengths he’d go for his brother. But now he saw it went both ways, they’d each put their lives down for the other. One of them had already. But the thing that surprised him was his own rage and fear when Sam had been in the clutches of one of the Winchester demon special of the day. He’d felt very foolish when Sam told him he hadn’t needed help. Least Dean had rushed over too and gotten the same lecture. It ended right though, with him fucking Dean behind a tree... that was one way of getting a bang out of the emotional charge from the fighting. Sam on the other hand was bored and trying to get used to taking naps in the car while his brother went at it with the vampire.

The three of them fought together, ate together, usually slept in one room places or sometimes managed to find motels with adjoining rooms. One thing they didn’t do together was clean up. Spike was constantly picking up their gear and putting it away, tossing their beer bottles and pizza boxes, well, mostly Dean’s. Sam seemed to be able to pick up after himself. Spike’s questioning their mother’s failure to teach Dean to pick up after himself hadn’t gone over real well with either brother, and now he knew another hot button in this family.

Now they’d survived yet another case and were letting off steam at a bar in the middle of nowhereville. Or Spike and Dean were, at least. Sam had his lap top out and was using the free internet access at one of the tables.

Shaking his head, the vampire leaned closer to the woman at the bar and whispered in her ear. As he did that, his gaze met Dean’s, who was working the room across the ways and had his arm around a cocktail waitress. Damn that smile of his...

Dean’s genuinely happy grin turned sexy and hot when he met Spike's eyes. He turned his head to the woman beside him, whispered in her ear. After a bit of giggling, she was handing him a napkin. Gladly putting it in his pocket and whispering some last words that made her smile brightly, he wondered over to his brother’s table.

"You will really get a lot of women with a laptop, geek boy," Dean pulled up a chair beside his brother.


"Someone had to do research. You would be distracted with porn and Spike, I don't think he has opened a book in over a hundred years," Sam poked at the keys then sat back taking a sip of his beer.


"I'm sure he has opened a book," Dean defended.


"Okay other than porn and other than someone's dairy," Sam crossed his arms.


Dean opened his mouth, closed it again then gave his usual helpless shrug.


"Dean," Sam paused then leaned forward, "This is more than just ..."


"Me humping him every chance I get?" Dean gave a shrug. Leave it to Sam to put a chick flick moment in a bar.


Sam just looked at him.


Dean shifted, always uncomfortable about talking about his emotions and feelings. "So, what do you got?"


"Not porn and you are avoiding my question." Sam leaned forward. "Dean, I'm not gonna make fun of you. I'm just wondering. I worry what is gonna happen to you when he leaves."


Dean made a face, "I'll do like I always do."


Sam frowned at his brother. He knew what that meant. One of two things would happen. Dean would throw himself at every available woman trying or he would close up and throw himself at every available danger in his path. He feared the latter was more likely to be the case.


From a distance, Spike was all sorts of distracted by the expressions crossing Dean's face. Just when he thought he'd seen every combination of eyebrow raising, head tilting and mouth twisting, every funny or sexy face there was... he seemed to come up with a new one. Since he was at the bar, he raised a beer bottle to see if they needed refills, now that he was done with the girl sitting next to him.


Dean saw movement at the bar and Spike caught his eyes. For now, Spike was here and as much as Dean tried so very hard not to get attached, he knew he was. He had his heart broken once, by Cassie, he wasn't gonna think about his father, was it gonna be a matter of time before
Spike did it to him? More than likely. Quenching the urge to test, now that was hard. He nodded and held up two fingers in reply and looked back to Sam. "Don't worry, I'll be okay. I'm not some love sick puppy like you can be. I'm not gonna listen to mopey music and stare out windows."


A few moments later, Spike strode toward the brothers, triumph lighting his eyes. "Not talking about me, are you?" he asked, setting the bottles down.


"As a matter of fact, we were," Dean smirked and seemed to lighten up when the Vampire was in their presence. "Were your ears burning or did your dick start to ache."


"Please, I don't need the visual," Sam groaned.


"Oh, c'mon, Sammy, you like the visuals."


"No, I don't."


"That’s because you are jealous," Dean smirked at his brother.

“Come on ladies, can't tell a bloke you're talking about his dick then clam up." Spike sat down and looked at them.

"We weren't talking about your dick. You’re worse than Dean." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Spike, how many you get?" Dean lounged in his chair before sitting up and leaning on the table. "Huh?"

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” he drawled, lifting his bottle to his lips.

"You better be talking about phone numbers," Sam muttered.

"Dude, we are crude but not that crude," Dean countered before reaching into his pockets and producing three napkins.

Three. Spike smiled, and produced an equal number of napkins. “Catherine there counts for two... just look at her.” His gaze shifted to Sam, as if to ask where his napkins were. “Maybe if you detached yourself from the laptop...”

"I'm so not playing your games," Sam informed him.

"Oh, here we go," Dean pulled out his last from his waist band, "Forgot she put it there. This is Tuesday and she counts as ten," Dean smirked, "And eleven. And she can do this thing with her tongue ..."

"SHUT UP!" Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "God, you two are like ... like ..."

"Gods?" Dean asked.

“Sex Gods?” Spike added fuel to the fire. “Come on, loosen up. I’ve got just the thing for it. See that girl,” he pointed his beer bottle at a dark haired sexy package at the bar who was looking at them. “She wants you. I know this because... I asked.” He glanced over at Dean, “getting a date for your brother should count for another point for me, yeah?”

Dean looked over and quirked an eyebrow. Girl was a looker. Nice long legs, "She might be out of his league."

"She is not and I can get my own women, thank you," Sam spoke to them both.

"Oh and getting dates for my brother actually docks you one." Dean informed Spike.

“Well now that doesn’t seem very sporting of you. I’ll be asking for a recount later. Way later...” He smirked, “I think I may be able to get you to concede this one... have my ways.” Already he was scheming about new ways to bring Dean close to the edge... Under the table, he pressed his thigh against Dean’s.

Dean turned his head to Spike and placed his hand on Spike's leg. "You think so. Confident huh?" He gave it a squeeze. "I'd like to have my way."

"God, get a room," Sam sank in his chair.

Clamping his hand over Dean’s, Spike pushed it up higher on his thigh. “Maybe.” There would have been some hot and heavy kissing if they weren’t in the sort of bar where that would earn them an ass kicking. Make that it an attempted ass kicking.

Dean slipped his hand higher, dared a squeeze, "We should get a room, do it on Sam's bed so we don't mess up ours."

"No," Sam kicked them both under the table with his long legs. "You two are worse than cats in heat. Or dogs for that matter."

“Comes from hanging with vampires... it’s catching, Sammy. Next thing you know...” Spike reached out and chucked him in the cheek and wasn’t surprised to get his hand knocked back. “Nothing wrong with loosening up. Line of work you’re in, eventually...” He was only half joking. It had happened to Dean, to the other hunters who frequented the no-name club, needing something people with vanilla lives would never understand.

"Eventually you have to cut loose and do something stupid?" Sam asked, "Like make deals." He was looking at Dean.

"If it calls for, yes," Dean answered. He seemed to sober up. His deal. Not just for his life. He made a deal with Spike. He looked to the Vampire. "We have one by the way.”

“Do we? I don’t remember agreeing you get your way tonight. Said maybe.” It was only after the words left his mouth that he realized Dean was being serious. Deals. Was this the end of the road then? Dean had done everything ... well almost everything... that Spike wanted when they were out getting his brother back, not that Spike made a lot of demands. He set his bottle down and waited. The brothers didn’t need him anymore.

"Look, Spike, tell him, you aren't gonna hold him to it. Things have changed, right?" Sam was starting to worry.

"Deal is a deal, Sam," Dean glanced to his brother then back to Spike. If Spike only knew, this was an out for Dean. Dead was dead. No hell hounds to drag him to hell. And he could still help his brother.

Spike blinked. It was the only indication of the shard of pain in his gut. He wasn’t the one who’d crafted that deal, that had been Dean, pure and simple... saying whatever he thought it would take to get Spike to help get him into Dark Haven. “Deal’s off. You’re free to...die.” Right, might have been a better way to put it.

"No!" Dean shot up. "We had a deal." Dean felt his heart tighten. It was a way to stay together, all of them. "C'mon, let's do it."

“You want this?” Spike struggled to get his mind around it. Claiming Dean.... siring him... just the thought set him on fire with need, but knowing how Dean felt about vampires, did he really want to be one? Could he want it? His gaze shifted to Sam’s. “What about you? Do you want this? For him.”

Sam looked at his brother, "No."

Dean looked down between them, "This is between you and me, Spike. So let's go." He started heading out of the bar.

Spike looked at Sam, and nodded for him to go after his brother. Pulling a smoke out, he leaned back. Despite his cool façade, his hand slightly shook as he lit up.

Sam quickly closed his laptop and was out of his chair, knocking it back as he did, "Dean!" He followed. "You can't be serious."

"I am," Dean simply answered as he reached the car.

"No, I won't let you." Sam shook his head.

"You don't have a choice," Dean answered him.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Sam placed his laptop in the car.

"It was a deal." Dean stared at his brother across the car, not wanting to reveal the true reasons.

However Sam saw it in his eyes. Heard it in his tone. "It's your other deal. Isn't it. You die, like this, they can't take you. But this way you get to live as well."

Dean just stared at his brother.

"Dean, why do you keep..." Sam looked away from his brother. No matter what, he didn't want to lose his brother. He lifted his eyes back up, "I'm supposed to take care of you this time. Find you a way out. Dean." He walked around to him. "Is this really what you want?"

"Yeah, it is," Dean answered, not saying it was also because he also wanted to be with Spike. To be happy for once. Even if dead. To be with his brother and Spike as well. It was fucked up reasoning. Went against everything his father ever, ever taught him but, since when did his father truly care? Especially for Dean?

"I'll go get him then." Sam pulled away, going into the bar, searching for Spike.

Seeing Sam walk in, Spike pushed up and met him, his gaze not shying away from Sam’s. Little brother didn’t look happy. Spike cocked his head to the side.

"We should do this," Sam answered, looking sad, scared and hurt. "It's what he wants." He swallowed hard.

Spike gave a nod and took a step, but stopped, standing close to Sam and putting a hand on his arm. “Nothing gets between you and him. Not me. Not this.” Strange how you could both hate and love a truth like that. “It’ll be hard at first, he’ll be different. But I’ll get him back, the Dean you know.”

Sam looked directly into Spike's eyes, "Like when I died? Did Dean really get me back. The Sam he knows?" He turned and walked out, leaving Spike to think on it.

In silence, and deep in thought, Spike followed, and slid into the back seat of the Impala. The minute he closed the door, Dean revved the engine and they took off. The vampire could never have imagined how torn he’d be about this.

* * *
Sitting on the porch, Sam felt tears pricking at his eyes. He knew why Dean was doing this. He knew the reasons behind it but it still hurt. He was gonna lose his brother as he knew ... to become ... He took a long drink.

*

They’d left a six pack of beer and Dean’s flask of something more potent, and closed the door to the porch. Then it was just him and Dean, staring at each other.

“You sure about this, hunter? There’s no going back from this,” Spike said, deliberately reminding Dean of his life long place in the world as a hunter of the creatures of the night, including vampires.

Dean looked at Spike as he took off his jacket and removed his gun. "Yes, I'm sure. And you don't have to remind me who or what I am, like it's gonna make a difference." He moved up to Spike, "You really don't know the reasons."

“I know...” A muscle pulsed in Spike’s jaw. “I know I want this for you so you won’t die at that demon’s hand. I know, I don’t want to lose you... don’t want Sam to lose you. And I know the thought of claiming you, of making you, sends me into a bloody tailspin, the sort you’d never understand,” his voice grew husky with desire, as he struggled to keep his hands off Dean. “And I know I feel like a selfish bastard.”

"It's not selfishness, not the way I see it," Dean tried to explain it. "But, there is another reason," Dean ran his hand over Spike's chest. "Other reasons." Reasons that Dean found hard to voice when the vampire was awake, aware and able to hear.

“Jonesing for fangs bigger than mine?” Spike bit his lower lip as Dean’s hand moved over him and sent his blood rushing straight to his groin. He wanted to brand him so badly, it took everything he had to keep from dragging him close. Eyes burning with the intensity of his need, Spike’s gaze locked with Dean’s. “Need.”

Dean leaned in, kissing the Vampire. "Admit it, I would look fucking killer as a vampire." He moved around behind Spike, carefully reaching around to undo the buttons of his shirt. At least from here, he could speak and not see Spike's face. "I need you too." He whispered. "Need you a lot." It was a start to admission.

“I Know that.” Spike leaned back, feeling the press of Dean’s hard chest against his back, his groin pulsing against him. Warm fingertips touched his bare skin, sending heat fanning throughout his system. “Enough to want this... to turn?” It was a heroic effort, giving Dean one last chance to change his mind.

Dean was working on Spike's belt, "Yes." He ran his mouth along Spike's neck. "Spike, I want to be with you." He pulled the shirt off and it fell to the floor.

Every word, every touch fed Spike’s hunger. Turning slightly, he spoke inches from Dean’s mouth. “Do this... and you will be... Always. Lover. Son. Mine.” The compulsion to take Dean was growing stronger, taking over every fiber of his body.

Dean kissed Spike, letting his tongue delve into Spike's mouth and fuck him. He then pulled back, "I was already yours."

There was only so much Spike could take. Twisting around, he roughly pulled Dean into his arms. “In bed... yes. Now... body, heart, soul, life... mine,” he ground out, taking possession of Dean’s mouth with his, claiming it with his tongue, with every heated kiss, imprinting himself on the hunter’s soul.

With Dean’s heart beating like a drum in his ears, the predator in Spike started to break free. Shoving his hands between their bodies, he gripped Dean’s shirt and pulled it apart... tearing it, ignoring the sound of scattered buttons hitting the ground. Growling at the slight sound of protest from Dean, he pulled him close again, this time by his waistband.

Dean was more careful unlike Spike, cause he knew they couldn't afford clothing so easily. So Dean gingerly got Spike's pants open and shoving his hand down it, stroking his cock. "Let's go slow, take our time." Though he had a feeling it was a senseless request since his mouth was just as eagerly working against Spike's. He started backing to the bed as he was opening his own pants. "So tell me, what is it gonna be like?" He asked, "You know, you and me together."

“Sodding hell, you want to talk. Now?” Pushing Dean down on the bed, Spike watched as Dean continued to fiddle with his bloody zipper. Putting one knee down between Dean’s legs, he lowered himself down over the hunter, jeans be damned. Dragging his pant clad cock up Dean’s leg, he lodged himself up against his cock. “Family... that’s how it’ll be. Family.” The last time Spike had one, it had been a foursome. The scoobs had come close, but weren’t quite what he yearned for... needed.

Dean hissed a groan through his clenched teeth. He rocked his hips up, his need and desire only raging more intensely with each scrape, each draw of Spike's cock up his still covered leg. "Family, good," Dean needed family just as much as Spike did. "Oh God, is this gonna get hotter?" He groaned. Finally that zipper was down and Dean was eagerly pushing down his pants.

“Remember that first time?” Spike dragged Dean’s jeans off together with his boxers, and pressed his palm against Dean’s inner thigh... where he’d bitten him that first time. “Hotter than that.” He intended to make Dean burn so hot, he’d never feel the pain when his fangs sank into his throat. Lowering his mouth, he scraped his teeth over Dean’s chest, following with soft wet kisses, moving lower and lower. He was gripping Dean’s thighs, reveling as the boy flexed under his palms.

Dean squirmed and panted. His chest rising and falling quickly, his heart hammering against his chest. He groaned then looked down as Spike ran his teeth over his skin, feeling red trails burn over him. It only added fuel to the fire that was raging inside him. This time it was very possible the pair would set the damned room on fire with the intensity of heat between them.

Spike crawled down Dean’s body and kissed and stoked his legs, teasing him until he had Dean thrashing under him. Finally, he closed his mouth over his thick cock, taking all of it. Sucking hard, he pulled off his cock, squeezing it with his hands as he watched his hunter’s face. “I want to be inside you... so deep... I want to crawl inside your skin, and you’ll never get me out again, never be free,” he said, letting him see the hunger in his eyes. The need.

Dean had been swearing up a storm, his hips rocking and his cock throbbing. He felt cold whenever Spike pulled off and then so hot he swore he was gonna catch fire when he was on him. Already sweat beaded his chest. His eyes reflected his own need and desire, "You’re already under my skin." Another admission.

“Am I?” He wanted it, wanted it to be true beyond anything else he’d wanted. Lifting up onto his knees he turned Dean slightly onto his side, exposing his ass to his view. He used his mouth, and his hands, skimming every inch of Dean’s bare skin, stroking, nipping, licking... kissing him... touching him, exploring... branding his abs, his thighs, the sensitive area between his ass cheeks, the skin behind his sack. Slow and gentle quickly turned into needy and wild movements as Spike worked Dean senseless in a new game of possession and branding.

Spike’s own need was building in intensity, his cock pulsing and straining against his loosened pants. He’d kept them on because once they were gone, all bets would be off, and he might not be able to make good on his promise to work Dean into a mindless state where he would never feel his teeth breaking skin.

"Yeeees," came Dean's answer as he was rolled to his side. His flesh was on fire, radiating heat the vampire didn't have. His heart pounded in his ears and his chest threatened to burst if something didn't happen. But the playing and teasing went on and on. Dean had to lick his lips to keep them moist as his breath quickly left and entered him. At times he would gasp, seem to hold his breath before a deep groan left him and his body would tremble.
Dean reached out, trying to pull the vampire to him, wanting those firm lips against his own to nibble and suck on. He wanted to work Spike up as well, but it was clear, as always it seemed, the vampire was in control and Dean allowed it. It had been that way from the start … until their desires and needs got so great that it would flash up and they’d let loose and burn each other up until their lust was spent. This time was no different and all thoughts left Dean, including thoughts of being turned. All he knew, all he felt was the and power of being needed and his uncontrolled desire.

Dean was finally able to roll on his back and move, "Need you naked." It wasn't a request.

A victim of his own body’s needs, Spike was in no position to argue. He got off the bed, pulled his pants off and stared for a long moment at Dean’s flushed body, his cock swollen with need… and those eyes that both plead and demanded action. He’d get what he asked for.

Spike returned to the bed, and moved his hands possessively over Dean’s hips, dragging him closer, and raising Dean’s legs up over his shoulders. Despite the hunter’s demands to hurry, he prepared him for his invasion and aligned his aching cock up against Dean’s entrance.

Dean was more than ready, long ready, but when Spike pressed his thick cock into him, Dean had to bite back a cry. It burned, but it was a good burn that sent blinding heat up his spine and burned bright behind his eyes.

He reached up for Spike, running his hand over his chest while his other hand was over his head, bracing himself to keep from moving up on the bed and banging his head on the headboard. The bonus was that it allowed him leverage to push back which caused curses to fly from his lips.

The curses and sounds breaking from Dean’s lips sharpened Spike’s lust. He pulled out and rammed his thick and heavy erection back into Dean, aiming to pleasure, aiming to possess, to brand… to make the hunter his in every way possible. He fucked and fucked until he was on the very edge of oblivion, and then his eyes focused on the column of Dean’s throat where his pulse was jumping… waiting… waiting for him.

Releasing one of Dean’s legs, he leaned forward, still fucking him as he found his mouth with his, and kissed him near senseless. The rush of Dean’s blood, the feel of that pulse under his hand as he caressed his throat, was sheer torture for the vampire.

Dean was lost in pleasure. His heart pounded hard and his breath was labored. His body ached with each thrust but it was always worth it. Just to have someone who cared enough for him like this. To make him feel needed when even his own father couldn't do that. To be so focused on him and not his brother for a change. It was all Dean wanted. Needed. Desired.

He was so lost in the sensations, he didn’t notice Spike’s attention shifting to his throat. All he felt were lips which he wanted to kiss, to feel all over him. Spike's name escaped his lips.

As Dean cried out for him, Spike licked Dean’s throbbing pulse, then sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. The demon in him roared with power, with need, with the knowledge that Dean would be his for all time, that he would never again be alone. Warm, sweet blood spilled into his mouth as he fucked and distracted until blood lust and compulsion kicked in, dragging Dean into the vampire’s world of red hot lust.

Spike rode the waves of cresting pleasure, the roar of Dean’s blood, his heart beats, strong in his ears. He saw the truth of Dean’s existence now… in flashes… the heartaches and triumphs of his childhood, the weight of his responsibility. The girlfriends that could never be. The pain of separation. He tried to comfort… tried to use the blood link to reassure him that things would be different now.

There was the pain of losing his father, and the greater pain of learning his father had given up his life and left Dean to be the one who had to kill his brother. Spike gripped Dean closer as flashes showed him a bastard father who gave Dean’s little brother all his love and attention while he pushed Dean hard, placed too much responsibility on him and made him feel like he was nothing more than a tool. There were 'Yes, sirs,' so many of them as the young hunter tried to earn his father’s love, only to be rewarded by never once being called son.

Won’t be like that, not between us, Spike promised, dragging more blood into his mouth, licking and fucking the wound, making sure that Dean felt pleasure not pain, listening to his breath hitch and feeling Dean’s body shudder under him as he climaxed , exploding in silent release. I’ll be father, and lover to you, I’ll…

As Dean’s heart slowed to the point nearing death, Spike heard and saw things that made his blood grow cold. Dean telling his father he’d found love in one place he least expected. Then his father’s voice took over, deep and strong, "Boy, don't do this. You will become what I trained you to hate. I need you to protect your brother. This is not right and you HAVE to give up your happiness for others. There is no question about it. Do this boy and it's your own selfishness showing through. We don't get to be happy, Dean."

Yes, sir.

That was the only correct answer to his father’s demands, and it didn’t take a genius to know it. Spike struggled… battled… forced himself to lift his mouth away. So close, so close to taking him, to making Dean his… but he wasn’t his. The man who had now blacked out against the pillows would always belong to his father, to his brother… would always doubt what he’d done was right. If he turned vampire, he would lose himself all over again.

A pain ripped through Spike’s very soul. He kissed his unconscious lover, hard. “I won’t do this to you, I’m not like him. I love you too much for that.”

Pulling away abruptly, he dressed. The smell of sex and blood surrounded him, reminded him of what he was giving up, of what he was losing. Steeling himself, he walked out, stopping on the porch when Sam shot up from his place as if he was electrocuted.

“Get your brother some orange juice,” he said, a muscle pulsing in his jaw. “Take care of him, yeah?

Seeing the look on the Vampire's face, Sam froze. It was so much a reflection of Dean's. What he saw in his brother's green eyes was echoed in Spike's. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat. The tears that glistened in Spike’s eyes and the break in his voice that was ever so slight told Sam, the vampire did not turn his brother.

Sam looked at the door then back to Spike. He reached out, placing his hand on Spike's arm giving it a squeeze, "We're still together. We're still ... family. We'll find a way to save Dean, I promise." Sam hadn't realized how much Spike cared for his brother, especially not to do this. He pulled away and started to walk in but stopped, "Why? Why didn't you ...?"

Spike didn’t turn to look at him. He didn’t want to answer, but it was Sam. He bit his lip, then forced the words out. “His father. His real one is still in his head. Dean’s got enough guilt to spare. I won’t be the one adding to it.” He took a step toward the stairs. “I can’t stay. After tonight… I can’t promise I wouldn’t be tempted. I… tell him I… Don’t tell him anything.”

With that, he walked away from everything he’d found. Like Dean’s father had said, happiness wasn’t for everyone.

(A/N: Yeah... feel free to yell at us, lol *hides and dodges rotten tomatoes*)