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neaFandom: Prison Break/Supernatural
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Author:nea
Rating: R (for the subject of brothers in general)
Author's note: Thanks tostarsandseas for her awesome beta and irrlicht for her help with the Supernatural insider info.
Warnings: Crossover, Crack, silliness, AU, brothers. Oh and if you like Sara Tancredi you probably won't be very happy with this little fic.
Wordcount: 3500 +
Disclaimer: Not mine. I would treat them better.
Title: Nightmare
"We did it! You have been discharged, I'm free, now we really can start a new life!" The younger man was practically beaming at the older one as he entered the boat's cabin. "And no one knows us, no one cares what we're doing!"
"Like opening a scuba shop and learn how to dive?" grinned the older one coming closer. "And spending the next ten years in an hammock? That kind of stuff?"
"For example...." The younger man confirmed. They were standing very close to each other now. "After we caught up with other, more important things..." He leaned in and kissed the older one, who pulled him even closer and deepened the kiss...
Sam started, drawing a deep breath as he looked over at Dean, sitting at the foot of the bed and talking into his cell.
"Okay, we'll be there as soon as possible... yeah... see you in a few days then..." Dean disconnected the call and turned to his brother. "Hey sleepyhead, it looks as though we'd have a new case", Dean stopped, eyeing Sam suspiciously. "Did you have a vision? You look weird... Was it bad?"
Dean clearly sounded worried, so Sam shook his head, giving him a small smile. "It was different..."
"Different how?" Dean wanted to know.
"Just different..." Sam had no idea if and how he should explain his vision to Dean. "It was probably just a dream..." He shrugged, moving a little aside on the bed in order to make some space for Dean. "What's the new case about?“ He quickly changed the subject and hoped his older brother would drop it.
"Nothing exciting." Dean stretched out beside Sam. "A dead girl refusing to stay dead. Just another day in the office... Different how?" Sam sighed. No luck about Dean not asking about that vision.
"Come on, tell me! It might be important!" Dean insisted, looking at him. "Saaaaam..."
"There were two guys on a boat, talking about being free and starting a new life..." Sam told him.
"Sounds harmless for a change." Dean agreed. "Anything about that not quite dead girl?"
"No." Sam shook his head. "But they were kissing..."
"Kissing" Dean repeated. "You had a vision about guys kissing?" He burst out laughing. "Was it gay porn? Was it Andy? Did Andy make you see gay porn?"
"Andy's abilities don't work on me." Sam reminded him. "And it wasn't gay porn! It was just kissing..."
"Like this, maybe?" Dean turned to his side and kissed him. "Was it us? Were we on a boat? The case's in Panama, does it mean we'll finally have some days off?"
"In Panama? On a boat, maybe?" Sam just had to ask. "And no, it wasn't us on the boat. I have seen them before but I don't know where..."
"I have no clue. But you know what, Sammy?" Dean turned on his side and supported his head on his hand. "We can get rid of the zombie or ghost or whatever undead creature it might be and have a little holiday, anyway." He grinned with anticipation and touched Sam's chin briefly with his fingers. "You could totally use more sun..."
"Same for you," Sam answered, grinning back. "Do Panamians practice Voodoo?" He reached for their father's diary, sitting on the cheap nightstand, when Dean didn't know. Then both turned on their stomachs and together they started flipping through the closely written pages.
"Are you the Winchesters?" He said as soon as they were close enough to hear him. They didn’t appear to be on vacation, and were looking at the names painted on the sides of the boats they passed.
The shorter guy looked up at him and then exchanged a look with the taller one and he could say they were probably expecting someone older. "Depends on who wants to know..."
"It's the right boat..." The taller guy said.
"I talked on the phone with one of you a few days ago..." he added.
"That would be Dean, then" The taller guy pointed to the shorter one by his side. "I'm Sam."
"I'm LJ." He introduced himself, as they climbed on board. "I've found your number in my grandfather's notes... Aldo Burrows, that was him... Thanks for coming, even though it must sound crazy..."
"Crazy is kind of our specialty," Dean said."So, what's the matter with your uncle's girl?"
LJ cleared his throat and rubbed his neck nervously, before he said: "She was dead and now she's alive again."
Dean and Sam didn't even flinch at that.
"Are you sure she was dead?" Sam asked cautiously.
LJ nodded: "We've been kidnapped and I've heard them kill her in the next room."
"Maybe she managed to escape somehow?" Dean offered but LJ shook his head.
"These guys wouldn't let us escape. Besides, when you've heard someone beg for their life, if you've heard someone being killed... it's nothing you could confuse or mistake for anything else..." The boy pushed his hands deeper into his pockets, shivering slightly as if he were freezing, even though their t-shirts were clinging to their skin from the heat. "I saw her lying dead on the floor, when one of the kidnappers came to gag me, because I was screaming..."
"Let's assume she managed to escape," Sam said, "I don't say I don't believe you, I just want to cover up all possibilities, okay?"
"Sure" LJ nodded, so Sam continued: "Why do you think it’s not possible she’s with your uncle?"
"Because he never cared much about girls, if you know what I mean." LJ answered immediately.
The Winchesters looked at each other again. "Would it have been possible that he would have changed his mind?"
LJ shook his head. "They just don't look like a couple. Sometimes he looks plain uncomfortable, even."
For a moment he thought about telling Sam and Dean what he'd seen before Sara came back. Uncle Mike coming out of his father's room in the middle of the night. Or vice versa. Neither his father nor his Uncle knew that he had seen that and he had no desire to tell them. He knew about the nightmares Uncle Mike had had as a child and it helped him to sleep in his father's bed. Maybe this time it helped him to have Lincoln sleeping in the same room. LJ wasn't sure he wanted to know the details.
"How can it be she's alive in the first place?" He asked instead. "Could I get my mom back, too? She got killed a few weeks ago..."
"No, LJ, you don't want your mother back from the dead. She might look like your mother, but she wouldn't *be* like her anymore," Sam tried to explain. "Sometimes people come back out of guilt or revenge and are not the same anymore. Is Sara still the same she was before she came back?"
Of course there were exceptions like Dean or himself, but the circumstances were different and Sam didn't want to confuse the boy any more with details that wouldn't work in his case anyway.
"Get away from him!" None of the three men on the boat had noticed Lincoln appearing behind them. "LJ, come here! Who are you?"
"Dad, it's okay, they are friends!" LJ explained immediately. "Their father knew your father."
"That's right." Sam confirmed. "Aldo Burrows was a friend of my father, John Winchester. I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean."
"What're you doing on my boat?" Lincoln demanded to know, stepping closer to LJ, still not convinced, if he should believe them or not.
"I called them..." LJ told him. "I thought they could help us with Uncle Mike, you know?"
"LJ, what..." There was an expression of pain on Lincoln's face for a moment.
"We can't let her sail away with him, can we?" LJ said quietly and Lincoln took a deep breath in.
"I'm Lincoln Burrows," he said finally, reaching out to shake Dean’s and Sam’s hands.
"Lincoln Burrows, like one of the guys who broke out from that prison a few weeks ago?" Dean asked and as he spoke, Sam realized why the guys in his vision seemed so familiar.
LJ snorted. "He didn't do it."
"Good to know..." Dean mumbled and Sam whispered, leaning closer. "He was in my vision..."
"Is it true what LJ says? That you can help?" Lincoln asked and Dean nodded.
"We just need as much information as you can give us."
So Lincoln started to talk...
"And there's no doubt about what happened to Sara?" Sam asked when LJ left them alone and Lincoln told them about the escape and what happened after it and the doctor's role in all of it. "I don't say he's lying, but he'd gone through a lot lately, maybe he just interpreted things the wrong way..."
"Every of his words is true. They sent me her head in a box..." Lincoln felt sick and guilty at the memory, again. "As a reminder that it happened because of me..."
"That's pretty extreme..." Dean stated. And disgusting and sick, he added mentally, exchanging glances with Sam again. "Where is your brother? We have to talk to him as well..."
"You did a lot for your brother, didn't you?" Dean catched a glimpse of Michael's tattooed arm, who just shrugged.
"He's my brother. You would probably have done the same for yours..." Michael pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down some more, to cover the dark lines on his skin.
"So we have this much in common," Dean nodded. Selling his soul for Sam's? Anytime again. And he bet Michael had done the same, had he known how it works...
Lincoln had arranged their meeting, telling Michael that the Winchester brothers were friends of their father and want to talk to him and Sara, too, but hadn't mentioned the real reason.
"I heard that your girl was dead, but she looks pretty alive to me..." Dean let it sound casual; of course he and Sam checked that as soon as Sara had opened the door for them.
Their EMF reader told them the electro magnetic frequences were high, the thermo scanner hadn't shown any body warmth or vital functions coming from her, the girl was clearly dead.
"As you can see, she isn't dead. I guess my brother must have been confused the other day or something..." Michael said rather coldly.
"You really think so?" Dean wanted to know. "And your nephew, too? They both saw her dead, did they make it up?"
"I have no idea. Lincoln and Sara never had much to say to each other." Michael shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't like her. Or maybe he's just..." 'Jealous' was the word he couldn't say out loud. "I don't care, I'm just glad she's okay. Enough people have died because of us already..."
"But she isn't okay! She barely leaves the room and her mood changes uncontrollably, she is paler than anyone could ever be and she keeps you away from your family," Dean said, counting off what Lincoln and LJ have told him earlier. "Is that the Sara you've known?"
"She was kidnapped!" Michael objected. "I suppose that changes people! Besides, that's hardly something of your concern, isn't it? I take care of her. Everything that happened to her happened because of me. I *have* to be with her..."
"Because you want to, or because she told you so?" Dean didn't need Michael's answer, the expression in his eyes had given him away.
"We deal with things like this, Sam and me. And trust me, the amount of guilt you and your brother are carrying around is more than enough energy to make the dead stay..." Dean started.
"Linc's feeling guilty?" Michael interrupted him.
"He's blaming himself for her death and you're blaming yourself, but you know who really is responsible for it? That Company that wanted to set your brother up..."
"But she wouldn't have been involved into any of this without me in the first place and they wouldn't have kidnapped her to make me do what they wanted..." Michael protested, although Dean's words made more sense than he actually wanted to admit.
"Okay, making her fall for you wasn't probably the most clever thing you've ever done, but it was necessary to get your brother out, right? " Dean, surprisingly enough, enjoyed it, to explain his theory, but he never forgot to listen and watch the closed door to the other room; Sam was there with the undead girl. "And you told her that, as far as I know..." he continued, after a confirming nod from Michael. "So stop blaming yourself. You had no idea how she would react to your plan and what would have happened after."
"You're very well informed..." Michael acknowledged.
"Your nephew and brother told us everything, because they're worried about you and want you back." Sometimes people need to be shaken out of the manipulative power ghosts have over them and Dean had the impression that he was getting through to Michael. "You risked everything to get Lincoln out of prison; you saved his life to be with him, Michael, and now you want to give it all up for something that isn't real? Because that girl needs to find her peace and you and your family need to find yours."
"Michael was the other one in my vision," Sam said as they left the hotel.
"But that's insane, Sammy, they're brothers..." The words were out before Dean was able to stop them.
"Obviously we aren't the only ones who are... whatever we are..." Sam said, more like to himself than to Dean.
"Now I don't feel special anymore..." Dean faked a pout. "What did the undead girl say? Was she agressive or threatening or anything?"
"She's completely in denial about being dead." Sam told him. "Though I don't think she’s unaware of it. She just doesn't want to deal with it. And no, I didn't tell her we're here to get rid of her, so she'll be fine. All she wanted is to have a life with him and now she doesn't have a life at all..."
"Just that her guy is gay and into his brother. That sucks for her." Dean shook his head. "What's with that part where he told her she was just a part of his plan?"
"She remembers that but as far as she’s concerned, he promised to be with her and now he has to keep it, no matter what..." Sam sighed.
"And that goes perfectly along with Michael's and Lincoln's feelings of guilt..." Dean finished his sentence. "He shouldn't have flirted with her in the first place..." That was a funny line, coming from Dean of all people, who was always flirting with everyone.
"He didn't have any other chance, did he?" Sam shrugged. "How was your talk with him?"
"I had the feeling I got through to him at some point, but..." This time it was Dean who shrugged.
"We have to help them, Dean, they are just like us..." Sam looked at him and Dean just nodded, on their way to the haven.
"So what now? Am I supposed to let him be with her and hope he won't do anything she doesn't like?" Lincoln rubbed his face with his palm in frustration, after the Winchester brothers' short report about their meeting with Michael and Sara. "If she wasn't dead, I would step aside and let him be with her if it's what he wants, but she *is* dead, and I can't just sit here and..."
"We'll take care of that." Dean said, thinking about Jess. "Just tell us where they've buried her body. We'll have to salt and burn her bones..."
"They've burned it already..." LJ said quietly. "I heard them talk about it. And I have no idea where her ashes are..."
"Do you have anything of hers?" Sam asked. "Like clothes or jewelry? Something personal?" Father and son just shook their heads.
"What did you do with her head, Lincoln?" Dean asked suddenly. A human head isn't something you just throw away like garbage or put it on a wall like a trophy, after all. "Did you burn it, too?"
"I buried it at the fence of the nearest cemetary one night" Lincoln remembered. "That was as much as I could do to give her a real funeral. I thought she deserved one..."
"That's all we need." Sam nodded. "We'll do it at midnight. Can you bring us there?"
"LJ?" Michael opened the door to his hotel room and blinked sleepily at his nephew standing there. "It's almost midnight, what happened?"
"Come with me," the boy said, ignoring his questions. "And don't wake Sara..."
Michael did what LJ told him, sighing softly.
"Talk to me." He demanded as they left the hotel. "Is Lincoln in trouble?"
"No" LJ shook his head. "Are you sure Sara is still asleep?"
"Yes," Michael said impatiently, following him. "Tell me what's going on here, LJ, now!"
"That's kinda hard to explain," LJ admitted. "Dad will explain everything you want to know on the boat, okay?"
"He'd better!" Michael mumbled. They spent the rest of the short way in silence.
Lincoln met them halfway to the pier.
"Thanks, kid." He ruffled LJ's hair and after another nervous look at his uncle, LJ went to the boat.
"He's walking around in Panama City in the middle of the night? Are you insane?" Michael's voice was quiet but furious. "What are you doing?"
"I was busy." Lincoln looked tense but his voice was calm, which agitated Michael even more. "Had to bring Sam and Dean to the cemetary..."
"Of course! Your new friends." Michael interrupted. "Why exactly did you want me to talk to them? They came over and asked questions that upset Sara. It took me hours to calm her down again, and I had to promise to leave Panama as soon as possible..."
"You wanna leave me, Michael?" Lincoln's voice was full of hurt and disbelief, and Michael was glad it was too dark to see his older brother's face clearly. "Didn't you believe what they told you?"
"I don't know... I have to..." He began, suddenly feeling sick and Lincoln grabbed him, as he stumbled.
"Come on, lean on me." Lincoln put his arm around Michael's shoulders to stabilize him. "Can you walk?"
Michael nodded as they slowly made it towards the boat. "What happend?"
He felt like waking up. From a nightmare, most likely, because he could feel cold sweat on his face and back and his heart was pounding in his chest and his ears were ringing.
"It's over..." Lincoln sounded relieved. Checking his watch, he saw it was already past midnight. He helped Michael to sit on the bench.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you..." Michael grabbed his hand. "You said something was wrong, but I didn't want to listen..."
"You wanted her to be alive. I wanted her to be alive, too. Enough innocent people have lost their lives in that sick game the Company was playing with us..." Lincoln whispered close to his ear and Michael instantly felt better, from Lincoln's nearness alone, as it seemed.
"Your hotel room is completely clean. No signs of ghostly activities anymore." Dean handed Michael the keys back. He and Sam checked it last night after coming back from the tiny Panamian cemetary.
"Thank you..." Michael smiled, a little unsure. "Can you... tell me where she is now?"
"She didn't hurt or kill anyone, so it certainly isn't hell..." Sam reassured.
"You two should stop feeling guilty about that whole thing," Dean added. "Ghosts and other undead creatures love that. Should you ever have to deal with anything like that again, give us a call..."
"Thanks. For everything," Lincoln said shaking their hands. "I've no idea what we would have done without your help... If there's anything we can do..."
"It's always nice to be appreciated." Dean grined. "And actually, yeah, I have something in mind..." he added, ignoring Sam's 'What the hell are you up to?' look.
"*That's* how I like my cases!" Dean beamed at Sam. They were both lying on the deck, enjoying the fresh breeze and the sound of the waves against the Cristina Rose in the middle of the ocean. "Easy and with an end like this one... When do we have to bring it back?"
"In two days," Sam mumbled contently. "And you were right, we totally needed a few days off..."
"I'm always right," Dean told his younger brother, who snorted, but closed Dean's lips with his own anyway.
"What if we land in hell for this?" Michael slid his hands under Lincoln's tank top. They were standing in the hotel room that was previously occupied by the Winchester brothers. "Now that we know that there is one..."
"Don't go all Sucre on me..." Lincoln muttered, distracted by Michael's touch. "We're good guys, we'll be perfectly fine... Now, would you stop wasting more time talking about hell?" He added between kisses. "LJ won't be out surfing, forever, after all..."
And Michael deepened the kiss, immediately forgetting about hell, because *this*, this was very close to heaven...
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Author:
neaRating: R (for the subject of brothers in general)
Author's note: Thanks to
starsandseas for her awesome beta and irrlicht for her help with the Supernatural insider info.Warnings: Crossover, Crack, silliness, AU, brothers. Oh and if you like Sara Tancredi you probably won't be very happy with this little fic.
Wordcount: 3500 +
Disclaimer: Not mine. I would treat them better.
Title: Nightmare
"We did it! You have been discharged, I'm free, now we really can start a new life!" The younger man was practically beaming at the older one as he entered the boat's cabin. "And no one knows us, no one cares what we're doing!"
"Like opening a scuba shop and learn how to dive?" grinned the older one coming closer. "And spending the next ten years in an hammock? That kind of stuff?"
"For example...." The younger man confirmed. They were standing very close to each other now. "After we caught up with other, more important things..." He leaned in and kissed the older one, who pulled him even closer and deepened the kiss...
Sam started, drawing a deep breath as he looked over at Dean, sitting at the foot of the bed and talking into his cell.
"Okay, we'll be there as soon as possible... yeah... see you in a few days then..." Dean disconnected the call and turned to his brother. "Hey sleepyhead, it looks as though we'd have a new case", Dean stopped, eyeing Sam suspiciously. "Did you have a vision? You look weird... Was it bad?"
Dean clearly sounded worried, so Sam shook his head, giving him a small smile. "It was different..."
"Different how?" Dean wanted to know.
"Just different..." Sam had no idea if and how he should explain his vision to Dean. "It was probably just a dream..." He shrugged, moving a little aside on the bed in order to make some space for Dean. "What's the new case about?“ He quickly changed the subject and hoped his older brother would drop it.
"Nothing exciting." Dean stretched out beside Sam. "A dead girl refusing to stay dead. Just another day in the office... Different how?" Sam sighed. No luck about Dean not asking about that vision.
"Come on, tell me! It might be important!" Dean insisted, looking at him. "Saaaaam..."
"There were two guys on a boat, talking about being free and starting a new life..." Sam told him.
"Sounds harmless for a change." Dean agreed. "Anything about that not quite dead girl?"
"No." Sam shook his head. "But they were kissing..."
"Kissing" Dean repeated. "You had a vision about guys kissing?" He burst out laughing. "Was it gay porn? Was it Andy? Did Andy make you see gay porn?"
"Andy's abilities don't work on me." Sam reminded him. "And it wasn't gay porn! It was just kissing..."
"Like this, maybe?" Dean turned to his side and kissed him. "Was it us? Were we on a boat? The case's in Panama, does it mean we'll finally have some days off?"
"In Panama? On a boat, maybe?" Sam just had to ask. "And no, it wasn't us on the boat. I have seen them before but I don't know where..."
"I have no clue. But you know what, Sammy?" Dean turned on his side and supported his head on his hand. "We can get rid of the zombie or ghost or whatever undead creature it might be and have a little holiday, anyway." He grinned with anticipation and touched Sam's chin briefly with his fingers. "You could totally use more sun..."
"Same for you," Sam answered, grinning back. "Do Panamians practice Voodoo?" He reached for their father's diary, sitting on the cheap nightstand, when Dean didn't know. Then both turned on their stomachs and together they started flipping through the closely written pages.
"Are you the Winchesters?" He said as soon as they were close enough to hear him. They didn’t appear to be on vacation, and were looking at the names painted on the sides of the boats they passed.
The shorter guy looked up at him and then exchanged a look with the taller one and he could say they were probably expecting someone older. "Depends on who wants to know..."
"It's the right boat..." The taller guy said.
"I talked on the phone with one of you a few days ago..." he added.
"That would be Dean, then" The taller guy pointed to the shorter one by his side. "I'm Sam."
"I'm LJ." He introduced himself, as they climbed on board. "I've found your number in my grandfather's notes... Aldo Burrows, that was him... Thanks for coming, even though it must sound crazy..."
"Crazy is kind of our specialty," Dean said."So, what's the matter with your uncle's girl?"
LJ cleared his throat and rubbed his neck nervously, before he said: "She was dead and now she's alive again."
Dean and Sam didn't even flinch at that.
"Are you sure she was dead?" Sam asked cautiously.
LJ nodded: "We've been kidnapped and I've heard them kill her in the next room."
"Maybe she managed to escape somehow?" Dean offered but LJ shook his head.
"These guys wouldn't let us escape. Besides, when you've heard someone beg for their life, if you've heard someone being killed... it's nothing you could confuse or mistake for anything else..." The boy pushed his hands deeper into his pockets, shivering slightly as if he were freezing, even though their t-shirts were clinging to their skin from the heat. "I saw her lying dead on the floor, when one of the kidnappers came to gag me, because I was screaming..."
"Let's assume she managed to escape," Sam said, "I don't say I don't believe you, I just want to cover up all possibilities, okay?"
"Sure" LJ nodded, so Sam continued: "Why do you think it’s not possible she’s with your uncle?"
"Because he never cared much about girls, if you know what I mean." LJ answered immediately.
The Winchesters looked at each other again. "Would it have been possible that he would have changed his mind?"
LJ shook his head. "They just don't look like a couple. Sometimes he looks plain uncomfortable, even."
For a moment he thought about telling Sam and Dean what he'd seen before Sara came back. Uncle Mike coming out of his father's room in the middle of the night. Or vice versa. Neither his father nor his Uncle knew that he had seen that and he had no desire to tell them. He knew about the nightmares Uncle Mike had had as a child and it helped him to sleep in his father's bed. Maybe this time it helped him to have Lincoln sleeping in the same room. LJ wasn't sure he wanted to know the details.
"How can it be she's alive in the first place?" He asked instead. "Could I get my mom back, too? She got killed a few weeks ago..."
"No, LJ, you don't want your mother back from the dead. She might look like your mother, but she wouldn't *be* like her anymore," Sam tried to explain. "Sometimes people come back out of guilt or revenge and are not the same anymore. Is Sara still the same she was before she came back?"
Of course there were exceptions like Dean or himself, but the circumstances were different and Sam didn't want to confuse the boy any more with details that wouldn't work in his case anyway.
"Get away from him!" None of the three men on the boat had noticed Lincoln appearing behind them. "LJ, come here! Who are you?"
"Dad, it's okay, they are friends!" LJ explained immediately. "Their father knew your father."
"That's right." Sam confirmed. "Aldo Burrows was a friend of my father, John Winchester. I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean."
"What're you doing on my boat?" Lincoln demanded to know, stepping closer to LJ, still not convinced, if he should believe them or not.
"I called them..." LJ told him. "I thought they could help us with Uncle Mike, you know?"
"LJ, what..." There was an expression of pain on Lincoln's face for a moment.
"We can't let her sail away with him, can we?" LJ said quietly and Lincoln took a deep breath in.
"I'm Lincoln Burrows," he said finally, reaching out to shake Dean’s and Sam’s hands.
"Lincoln Burrows, like one of the guys who broke out from that prison a few weeks ago?" Dean asked and as he spoke, Sam realized why the guys in his vision seemed so familiar.
LJ snorted. "He didn't do it."
"Good to know..." Dean mumbled and Sam whispered, leaning closer. "He was in my vision..."
"Is it true what LJ says? That you can help?" Lincoln asked and Dean nodded.
"We just need as much information as you can give us."
So Lincoln started to talk...
"And there's no doubt about what happened to Sara?" Sam asked when LJ left them alone and Lincoln told them about the escape and what happened after it and the doctor's role in all of it. "I don't say he's lying, but he'd gone through a lot lately, maybe he just interpreted things the wrong way..."
"Every of his words is true. They sent me her head in a box..." Lincoln felt sick and guilty at the memory, again. "As a reminder that it happened because of me..."
"That's pretty extreme..." Dean stated. And disgusting and sick, he added mentally, exchanging glances with Sam again. "Where is your brother? We have to talk to him as well..."
"You did a lot for your brother, didn't you?" Dean catched a glimpse of Michael's tattooed arm, who just shrugged.
"He's my brother. You would probably have done the same for yours..." Michael pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down some more, to cover the dark lines on his skin.
"So we have this much in common," Dean nodded. Selling his soul for Sam's? Anytime again. And he bet Michael had done the same, had he known how it works...
Lincoln had arranged their meeting, telling Michael that the Winchester brothers were friends of their father and want to talk to him and Sara, too, but hadn't mentioned the real reason.
"I heard that your girl was dead, but she looks pretty alive to me..." Dean let it sound casual; of course he and Sam checked that as soon as Sara had opened the door for them.
Their EMF reader told them the electro magnetic frequences were high, the thermo scanner hadn't shown any body warmth or vital functions coming from her, the girl was clearly dead.
"As you can see, she isn't dead. I guess my brother must have been confused the other day or something..." Michael said rather coldly.
"You really think so?" Dean wanted to know. "And your nephew, too? They both saw her dead, did they make it up?"
"I have no idea. Lincoln and Sara never had much to say to each other." Michael shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't like her. Or maybe he's just..." 'Jealous' was the word he couldn't say out loud. "I don't care, I'm just glad she's okay. Enough people have died because of us already..."
"But she isn't okay! She barely leaves the room and her mood changes uncontrollably, she is paler than anyone could ever be and she keeps you away from your family," Dean said, counting off what Lincoln and LJ have told him earlier. "Is that the Sara you've known?"
"She was kidnapped!" Michael objected. "I suppose that changes people! Besides, that's hardly something of your concern, isn't it? I take care of her. Everything that happened to her happened because of me. I *have* to be with her..."
"Because you want to, or because she told you so?" Dean didn't need Michael's answer, the expression in his eyes had given him away.
"We deal with things like this, Sam and me. And trust me, the amount of guilt you and your brother are carrying around is more than enough energy to make the dead stay..." Dean started.
"Linc's feeling guilty?" Michael interrupted him.
"He's blaming himself for her death and you're blaming yourself, but you know who really is responsible for it? That Company that wanted to set your brother up..."
"But she wouldn't have been involved into any of this without me in the first place and they wouldn't have kidnapped her to make me do what they wanted..." Michael protested, although Dean's words made more sense than he actually wanted to admit.
"Okay, making her fall for you wasn't probably the most clever thing you've ever done, but it was necessary to get your brother out, right? " Dean, surprisingly enough, enjoyed it, to explain his theory, but he never forgot to listen and watch the closed door to the other room; Sam was there with the undead girl. "And you told her that, as far as I know..." he continued, after a confirming nod from Michael. "So stop blaming yourself. You had no idea how she would react to your plan and what would have happened after."
"You're very well informed..." Michael acknowledged.
"Your nephew and brother told us everything, because they're worried about you and want you back." Sometimes people need to be shaken out of the manipulative power ghosts have over them and Dean had the impression that he was getting through to Michael. "You risked everything to get Lincoln out of prison; you saved his life to be with him, Michael, and now you want to give it all up for something that isn't real? Because that girl needs to find her peace and you and your family need to find yours."
"Michael was the other one in my vision," Sam said as they left the hotel.
"But that's insane, Sammy, they're brothers..." The words were out before Dean was able to stop them.
"Obviously we aren't the only ones who are... whatever we are..." Sam said, more like to himself than to Dean.
"Now I don't feel special anymore..." Dean faked a pout. "What did the undead girl say? Was she agressive or threatening or anything?"
"She's completely in denial about being dead." Sam told him. "Though I don't think she’s unaware of it. She just doesn't want to deal with it. And no, I didn't tell her we're here to get rid of her, so she'll be fine. All she wanted is to have a life with him and now she doesn't have a life at all..."
"Just that her guy is gay and into his brother. That sucks for her." Dean shook his head. "What's with that part where he told her she was just a part of his plan?"
"She remembers that but as far as she’s concerned, he promised to be with her and now he has to keep it, no matter what..." Sam sighed.
"And that goes perfectly along with Michael's and Lincoln's feelings of guilt..." Dean finished his sentence. "He shouldn't have flirted with her in the first place..." That was a funny line, coming from Dean of all people, who was always flirting with everyone.
"He didn't have any other chance, did he?" Sam shrugged. "How was your talk with him?"
"I had the feeling I got through to him at some point, but..." This time it was Dean who shrugged.
"We have to help them, Dean, they are just like us..." Sam looked at him and Dean just nodded, on their way to the haven.
"So what now? Am I supposed to let him be with her and hope he won't do anything she doesn't like?" Lincoln rubbed his face with his palm in frustration, after the Winchester brothers' short report about their meeting with Michael and Sara. "If she wasn't dead, I would step aside and let him be with her if it's what he wants, but she *is* dead, and I can't just sit here and..."
"We'll take care of that." Dean said, thinking about Jess. "Just tell us where they've buried her body. We'll have to salt and burn her bones..."
"They've burned it already..." LJ said quietly. "I heard them talk about it. And I have no idea where her ashes are..."
"Do you have anything of hers?" Sam asked. "Like clothes or jewelry? Something personal?" Father and son just shook their heads.
"What did you do with her head, Lincoln?" Dean asked suddenly. A human head isn't something you just throw away like garbage or put it on a wall like a trophy, after all. "Did you burn it, too?"
"I buried it at the fence of the nearest cemetary one night" Lincoln remembered. "That was as much as I could do to give her a real funeral. I thought she deserved one..."
"That's all we need." Sam nodded. "We'll do it at midnight. Can you bring us there?"
"LJ?" Michael opened the door to his hotel room and blinked sleepily at his nephew standing there. "It's almost midnight, what happened?"
"Come with me," the boy said, ignoring his questions. "And don't wake Sara..."
Michael did what LJ told him, sighing softly.
"Talk to me." He demanded as they left the hotel. "Is Lincoln in trouble?"
"No" LJ shook his head. "Are you sure Sara is still asleep?"
"Yes," Michael said impatiently, following him. "Tell me what's going on here, LJ, now!"
"That's kinda hard to explain," LJ admitted. "Dad will explain everything you want to know on the boat, okay?"
"He'd better!" Michael mumbled. They spent the rest of the short way in silence.
Lincoln met them halfway to the pier.
"Thanks, kid." He ruffled LJ's hair and after another nervous look at his uncle, LJ went to the boat.
"He's walking around in Panama City in the middle of the night? Are you insane?" Michael's voice was quiet but furious. "What are you doing?"
"I was busy." Lincoln looked tense but his voice was calm, which agitated Michael even more. "Had to bring Sam and Dean to the cemetary..."
"Of course! Your new friends." Michael interrupted. "Why exactly did you want me to talk to them? They came over and asked questions that upset Sara. It took me hours to calm her down again, and I had to promise to leave Panama as soon as possible..."
"You wanna leave me, Michael?" Lincoln's voice was full of hurt and disbelief, and Michael was glad it was too dark to see his older brother's face clearly. "Didn't you believe what they told you?"
"I don't know... I have to..." He began, suddenly feeling sick and Lincoln grabbed him, as he stumbled.
"Come on, lean on me." Lincoln put his arm around Michael's shoulders to stabilize him. "Can you walk?"
Michael nodded as they slowly made it towards the boat. "What happend?"
He felt like waking up. From a nightmare, most likely, because he could feel cold sweat on his face and back and his heart was pounding in his chest and his ears were ringing.
"It's over..." Lincoln sounded relieved. Checking his watch, he saw it was already past midnight. He helped Michael to sit on the bench.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you..." Michael grabbed his hand. "You said something was wrong, but I didn't want to listen..."
"You wanted her to be alive. I wanted her to be alive, too. Enough innocent people have lost their lives in that sick game the Company was playing with us..." Lincoln whispered close to his ear and Michael instantly felt better, from Lincoln's nearness alone, as it seemed.
"Your hotel room is completely clean. No signs of ghostly activities anymore." Dean handed Michael the keys back. He and Sam checked it last night after coming back from the tiny Panamian cemetary.
"Thank you..." Michael smiled, a little unsure. "Can you... tell me where she is now?"
"She didn't hurt or kill anyone, so it certainly isn't hell..." Sam reassured.
"You two should stop feeling guilty about that whole thing," Dean added. "Ghosts and other undead creatures love that. Should you ever have to deal with anything like that again, give us a call..."
"Thanks. For everything," Lincoln said shaking their hands. "I've no idea what we would have done without your help... If there's anything we can do..."
"It's always nice to be appreciated." Dean grined. "And actually, yeah, I have something in mind..." he added, ignoring Sam's 'What the hell are you up to?' look.
"*That's* how I like my cases!" Dean beamed at Sam. They were both lying on the deck, enjoying the fresh breeze and the sound of the waves against the Cristina Rose in the middle of the ocean. "Easy and with an end like this one... When do we have to bring it back?"
"In two days," Sam mumbled contently. "And you were right, we totally needed a few days off..."
"I'm always right," Dean told his younger brother, who snorted, but closed Dean's lips with his own anyway.
"What if we land in hell for this?" Michael slid his hands under Lincoln's tank top. They were standing in the hotel room that was previously occupied by the Winchester brothers. "Now that we know that there is one..."
"Don't go all Sucre on me..." Lincoln muttered, distracted by Michael's touch. "We're good guys, we'll be perfectly fine... Now, would you stop wasting more time talking about hell?" He added between kisses. "LJ won't be out surfing, forever, after all..."
And Michael deepened the kiss, immediately forgetting about hell, because *this*, this was very close to heaven...
