Pictures of You 4/?

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Title: Pictures of You 4/?

Author: captainkane

Summary: 17 years ago, John rescued a baby from a demon. He kept her secret from his sons and they never learned about her. Now, Sam learns about her and tracks her down, with his faithful boyfriend’s help, but things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: Probably PG-13, but R just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Eliot Spencer, Dean Winchester, Parker, Hardison, maybe a little Nate and Sophie, OC’s, slight John Winchester.

Pairings: Sam/Eliot

Authors Note: May be a slight sequel to “Part of Your World” just for the simple fact that Ursula is mentioned and/or may be a reoccurring character.
 
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Dean insisted on driving himself, so Sam hoped into the shotgun position of the Impala and Eliot reluctantly climbed into the back. Him and Sam could watch each other through the rearview mirror, which was pretty good for him.

“Which bus terminal?” Dean asked. Sam looked around, trying to remember the exact address. His photographic memory was failing him like Dean in math class. That’s when it hit him.

“There.” Sam said, pointing to one that had a couple departing greyhounds. Dean pulled into the parking lot. Eliot jumped out before Sam could get out and opened his door. He held out his hand, which Sam took with a smile, and helped Sam out. Sam blushed like a school girl. He wasn’t use to someone he had dated being like this to him.

“You two are so sweet that I’m gonna get diabetes.” Dean mumbled under his breath. He opened the door for the terminal. Eliot and Sam walked in behind him then Sam suddenly cut in front of Dean. He grumbled something about stupid little brothers thinking they’re too big for the britches. It was obvious that a hot shower and about a galloon of coffee hadn’t improved the eldest Winchester’s mood.

“I’m Michael Turner.” Sam said as they got to the front counter. “I received a call saying my dad had a box here?” The man behind the counter read through the memo cards.

“I was expecting a Caleb Turner.” He said. Sam grabbed a fake ID out that he had thrown together in about twenty minutes but it still look genuine.

“My dad is dead.” He said. “He died in a car accident. So I’m here to clean out his locker.” The man looked at the ID then nodded. He passed Sam a key to a locker.

“2C.” He said, pointing to a long row of lockers. Sam nodded and headed that way, with Dean and Eliot hot on his tail.

“Wonder what it is.” Dean said. “Knowing my dad, it could be anything from pin-ups and whiskey to bear traps and the truth behind 2012.” Eliot laughed. Sam looked back at them and smiled. Finally, then came to John’s locker.

“Wanna do it?” Sam asked, offering the key to Sam.

“What Samantha? Afraid Pennywise is going to jump out and kill you?” Dean asked. Sam glared at him angrily. Eliot looked at each of them.

“Fine dumbass, I’ll do it.” Sam growled. “Maybe dad has a bunch of plane disaster movies in here.” Dean’s smile fell. Sam unlocked the locker. “The fuck?” He asked, seeing just a large, cardboard box sitting in the locker. No weapons, no secret envelopes full of some ancient poison, nothing. Just the box.

“Well, I believe it’s time to find out just what dear old dad left us.” Dean said, pulling the box from the locker. It was pretty heavy for it size. “Maybe it’s Jimmy Hoffa.” Dean suggested as they carried it out to the car. They were going to take it to a park that not too many people went to on a daily basis. Just in case it was something that was going to explode. Eliot grabbed Sam’s hand as they walked out.

“I wonder what’s inside.” Sam said.

“What’s in the box?!” Dean yelled out. They both looked at him. “Oh come on Sam, I know you’ve seen Seven. I made you watch it numerous times.”

“If there’s a human head in that box, I’m going to summon dad’s ghost just to shoot him again.” Sam said. “Or another rabbits foot.”

“Oh come on Sammy, your dad couldn’t have been that bad.” Eliot said. Sam looked at him.

“My dad once wrestled a bear because he thought it was a wendigo.” Sam said. “He was probably the only guy that could give Chuck Norris nightmares.”

“Actually Sam, that’s what Clint Eastwood’s for.” Dean said. “But he can’t even scare Chuck Norris.” Eliot smiled and laughed at the banter between the brothers all the way to the park.