Title: Dark Riders 2 Storm Warning
Authors: ForsakenBeloved
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Ratings: NC 17/adult
Warnings: Slash/Angst/Violence/Wincest/Au
Disclaimer: Don’t Belong To Us
Summary: Sam follows Dean to his ranch in the flint hills of Kansas. When disaster strikes, will an ancient prophecy and a pact made by their parents before they were born, bring them closer together, or tear them apart?
Status: Complete. Posting weekly
Word Count: 38630 APROX
A/N: Thank you to all the readers who have asked about a second story. Well here it is, hope it does not disapoint. The story is complete and will be posted once a week [or you ask real nice and then we might post sooner lol] This is the second in a series of stories that follow Dean and Sams adventures.
A big thank you to Louy for the awesome banner thanks mate, you rock!

Storm Warning Chapter 1 http://forsakenbeloved.livejournal.com/2808.html
Storm Warning Chapter 2 http://forsakenbeloved.livejournal.com/2808.html
Storm Warning Chapter 3


Dean allowed Sam the luxury of sleeping late while making breakfast. It was a small reward for all the hard training for the past two weeks. Walking into the bedroom, the sight of Sam tangled up in the sheet brought a slow smile to his face. Leaning down he whispered in Sam’s ear, “Time to rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty. I have a surprise for you.”

As he turned to leave Sam grabbed his hand drawing him close, “Come back to bed and show me,” his voice was sleepy and inviting.

Although tempted, Dean just shook his head and walked back to the kitchen. Minutes later he heard Sam’s bare feet pad across the kitchen floor. Dean felt the closeness of Sam’s body behind him as the younger man reached around him, grabbing a piece of bacon from one of the plates he was preparing to set on the table. The simple contact made Dean shudder, the touch both innocent and intimate at the same time.

They were more than halfway through breakfast before Sam realized that Dean had not said anything about the day’s training. His curiosity now piqued, he remembered something about a surprise. Dean had been watching Sam, waiting for him to ask, “You said you had a surprise for me, what is it?”

Finishing his coffee, Dean stood gathering his dishes before setting them at the sink. “No training today, Sam. I’m going into Manhattan, I have some business to take care of. I’ll be leaving within the hour, won‘t be back until tomorrow.” Crossing his arms he leaned back against the counter, keeping his eyes on Sam the entire time.

“What am I supposed to do for the next two days?” Sam grumbled, disappointment showing on his face.

“Well, Sam, you’ve been complaining about not getting enough sleep, you could catch up on that.” his slow drawl teased. “I was hoping you’d come with me, but if there’s something else you would rather do, I can go by myself.” Dean’s smirk told Sam everything he needed to know.

While Sam was getting ready, Isaac saddled Blaze and Merlin, Dean had already spoken to him and Ruth, letting them know that he and Sam would not be back till later the following day. Sam was like a child, his excitement obvious as he packed for the trip to town.

The ride to Manhattan was uneventful, Sam’s constant chatter made it seem even quicker. It was almost noon by the time they arrived. The small town didn’t have the same bustling excitement that surrounded Abilene. It was more suited to families and those that wanted some semblance of a permanence in their lives. Rows of wooden buildings made up the main section of town along Poyntz Avenue. After the horses were settled at the livery, they made their way to the hotel to arrange lodging for the evening. There was little consolation knowing their rooms were located across the hall from one another.

The local mercantile had a small selection of knives for Sam to choose from. Dean watched as Sam carefully looked them over, handling them exactly how he had been taught. Dean was pleased with Sam’s confidence as he made his selection without consulting him, picking the same ones he would have chosen. Before leaving, Dean left a list of supplies that would be picked up by Isaac later in the week.

Their next stop was at the office of Dean’s attorney, William Jones. Contracts needed to be drawn up for the partnership of the stud, along with a some private matters Dean wanted taken care of. Dean was a little surprised when Sam asked to speak to William alone. About 20 minutes later Sam and William emerged from his office, shaking hands. William told them to stop by before leaving town, he would have all their papers ready for signatures.

The bank was similar to all the other places they had stopped that day. Introductions made, business discussed. Before leaving Dean was given the two bars of silver he had requested the last time he had been in town.

The hotel’s small dining room was busy, the fare was simple, not having the choices of their first dinner together in Abilene. After making their selections, they talked about the plans for following day. There were still a few more things that needed to be done before returning home. Once dinner was finished they made their way to the lounge where they would be able to have a drink and spend a few hours together before going to their rooms for the evening.

A few of the hotel staff were milling around the hallway when they reached the top of the stairs. Reluctantly, they each went their separate ways to their rooms. Without Sam’s presence, the room was cold and uninviting. Dean couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so lonely. The night seemed to last forever without Sam next to him.

Dean was up by first light, dressed and ready to meet Sam for breakfast. Crossing the hall he knocked waiting for Sam to answer. “Ready for breakfast, Sam?” Dean asked as Sam opened the door. The door had barely closed before Sam was pressing him back against it. Looking up Dean was again aware of how tall Sam was. He only had a moment before Sam was leaning down kissing him, hot and needy, Sam kissed him like it had been months instead of a day. Breaking the kiss, Sam’s hot mouth left a trail of kisses over his jaw before nipping at his ear. “I’m not hungry for breakfast,” Sam breathed against his ear. One thing Dean had learned was Sam’s huge appetite was not limited to food.

“Sammy, we have to go,” his voice was breathless, he could feel his heart racing, “It’ll have to wait till later.”

It took all Dean had to push Sam away, he wanted this as bad as Sam did, but he knew they couldn’t take any chances being caught. Opening the door, he decided it would be best if he waited for Sam in the dining room.

Kansas State Agricultural College was a short ride from the hotel. Dean followed as Sam talked to the students and professors. He was a little envious of how easily Sam opened up to everyone around him. Sam had an easy confidence around others, where Dean had always been guarded only letting a few people ever get close. Sam asked if they might be able to see the library and have access to the books. Once they were inside the building, surrounded by rows of books, Sam came alive.

It felt like Dean had been sitting on the steps for hours before Sam left the library with an armload of books. Smiling and laughing he said his goodbyes, with a promise of having more time next time he visited.

When they arrived at William’s office, everything had been taken care of. All they had to do was sign the papers that had been drawn up. There were only a few more stops, then they could start for home. It only took a matter of minutes for them to gather their belongings from the hotel before checking out. Their last stop was near the depot. Dean asked Sam to wait, telling him he would only be a moment. Dean was right, he was back within a few minutes. He was carrying a couple of envelopes. Reaching up he handed Sam one of them, before placing the others in his saddlebag to read later.

By the time they rode up to the ranch it was early evening. Dean left Sam at the house while he took the horses to the barn. Within the hour he was walking back to the house. It was good to be home.

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They had been training for a couple of hours when they heard the sound of horses. Sam jumped up running to the door, not even stopping as Dean called his name. Three men on horses rode up slowly approaching.

The oldest of the three looked at the young man before asking, “Are you Winchester?” Sam shook his head, calling out to Dean. Dean stepped from the barn, keeping his colt by his side. “I’m Dean Winchester,” he waited for the other man to speak. They were battered and bruised, but only one looked to have any serious injuries. “My name’s Joe Cooper, this is my brother Vince, “ he said indicating the wounded dark haired man before continuing “and this is Jacob Riley. We were told we could stay here for a few days.”

Dean pointed them towards the bunk house, before turning to Sam, “Get Isaac, tell Ruth we have wounded men. Wait for her, she knows what to do.” He left Sam at the barn as he made his way to the bunk house.

The wounded man had been settled into one of the bunks by the time Dean entered. The other two were trying to remove the dirty makeshift bandage covering the man’s chest. “What were you hunting?” Dean asked, the hunter taking over.

“A revenant down near Wilsey, didn’t know for sure when we went in. Vince got tore up a bit. We took care of it, burned it.” Jacob offered.

Dean relaxed a little, nothing would have followed to put them in danger. At Isaac’s knock Dean went to the door speaking to the older man. Isaac nodded, taking the horses towards the barn with him. A short time later Sam and Ruth walked in, carrying baskets of food and various supplies.

The men were grateful for the food which they hungrily devoured. Ruth tended to Vince’s wounds with Sam’s help. The gashes were nasty looking, but they didn’t sizzle when the holy water was poured into them. Dean whispered something to Ruth, then watched her hand the needle to Sam. Sam’s eyes widened as he looked up, with a nod, Sam sat down. He saw the way Sam grimaced as he pushed the needle through Vince’s skin. Ruth was waiting nearby to take over if there were any problems. Once the stitching was complete he applied a clean bandage. The worst wounds taken care of, it didn’t take long for Sam and Ruth to treat the minor injuries of the three tired hunters.

Everything finished, Sam helped Ruth collect the supplies and dishes. Dean told him he would be up to the house a little later, watching as Sam escorted Ruth back to her cabin. Vince had already fallen asleep, Jacob wasn’t far behind. Joe told him about the hunt and soon they were comparing stories of what they had hunted over the years. Before leaving, Dean told Joe to stay at the bunkhouse and get some rest, dinner would be brought to them. He left saying he would stop back in the morning.

Sam was sitting in the parlor his nose pressed in a book when Dean came in. Standing behind the overstuffed chair, “You did well today,” he said as he squeezed Sam’s shoulder. He was rewarded with a huge smile as Sam looked up placing his hand over Dean’s. Touched by the simple gesture, Dean leaned down laying a kiss atop Sam’s head.

Most of the next few days were spent with the other hunters. Joe and Jacob were friendly and enjoyed talking. They were happy to share their stories and knowledge with Sam. Dean preferred talking quietly with Vince. When Dean caught Sam watching them the younger man would quickly turn away. Four days after their arrival, the three men were anxious to be on their way. Grateful for the provisions Dean had given them, they said their goodbyes before leaving.

Sam seemed more relaxed once they were back in their normal routine. Training had resumed. Ruth and Isaac had invited him to town to attend church with them on Sunday. Dean politely declined, but encouraged Sam to go.

Sometimes it was strange, after being alone so long having someone there every time he turned around. Sure, him and his dad had been together for years, but they may as well have been alone, they hardly ever spoke outside of the hunt. They had developed a familiar pattern, senses and instinct took the place of words.

Little things had been building up. Dean knew he was to blame for most of it. He tried explaining to Sam that it would take time, he had taken care of himself for so long he didn’t know how to let anyone take care of him. More than once he had to apologize for his bad temper.

Early Sunday morning Dean watched Sam, Isaac and Ruth as they departed. He had the entire day to himself. He was looking forward to the solitude. Gathering a few things he headed to the barn. Saddling Blaze, he was soon riding over the hills, feeling freedom for the first time in weeks. Dean immediately felt guilty for the thought.

Near lunchtime, Dean stopped at one of the ponds that dotted his property. Dropping the reigns he pulled a sketch pad from his saddlebag before letting Blaze graze. Settling near the waters edge, he started to draw. He lost all track of time as his full attention was focused on his surroundings. By the time he checked his watch it was late afternoon. Reluctantly packing everything away, he climbed in the saddle before riding back to the ranch.

It was almost six when Dean heard the wagon. He stepped onto the porch waiting for them to stop. Sam climbed down reaching back to help Ruth down as well. Isaac caught Dean’s eye before turning the wagon towards the barn. Dean followed Isaac, once inside Isaac handed Dean an envelope before unhitching the horses. Tearing open the envelope, Dean quickly scanned the contents.

Sam’s laughter filled the room. He replayed the day’s events telling Dean about the people he met, the local gossip, even details of the best pie from the pot luck dinner the ladies had prepared. Some of the tension of the previous days seemed to lift. The break had been good for both of them.