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laniew1This is the third story in an apparent series that appears to have begun with A Love Story and continued on with Interlude In 5 Parts, they should both be read first.
The memory that stood out in his mind above all other things was that Smallville, Kansas had had corn. Lots of fields of corn liberally spread between even more fields of cows.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
NOTE: The next to the last section happens sometime mid-Smallville Season 4 arc, before Jason appears to lose his mind.
SUMMARY: The memory that stood out in his mind above all other things was that Smallville, Kansas had had corn. Lots of fields of corn liberally spread between even more fields of cows.
Appearances Can Be Deceiving
The memory that stood out in his mind above all other things was that Smallville, Kansas had had corn. Lots of fields of corn liberally spread between even more fields of cows.
He’d probably still be in that town if his father hadn’t shown up when he had.
And wouldn’t that be hard then hell to explain to Sammy, especially since he’d waited so long to tell him. Once he did there would be retribution and anger and Sammy making his bitch face 24-7 until something else pissed him off or garnered his attention. The bitch face was one of the reasons that he hadn’t told him.
It had nothing to do with not being a real brother and the fact that they had different mothers.
Mary had been his mom; in his heart Dean knew this. But she wasn’t his biological mother, she wasn’t his by blood. She was only Sammy’s.
The woman who’d taken the job of raising him for four years had been sweet and loving; the woman who’d given birth to him was sort of insane.
And that he had to spend time with her. That if he didn’t she’d take him away to live with her and the couple of days and later weeks that he’d stayed with her growing up had been plenty long enough to show him that the less amount of time he had to spend with her the longer her life would be.
Not that Sammy knew any of that of course, his baby brother had no clue that all those times that he’d been jealous because Dean was going to camp and having a blast or going on a hunting trip with dad or some other incredibly weak lie that Sam should have seen through in a second, he’d actually been with Genevieve.
Dean had never gotten used to calling that woman ‘mom’. There was always a split second hesitation when he had to say it to her. And he would, because otherwise she could be a pissy bitch. But he never really thought of her as mom.
You shouldn’t be scared of your mother.
Mom to him had always been Mary Winchester and she always would be. No matter what papers or threats Genevieve threw at him said to the contrary.
When he was younger he used to beg his dad to make him not have to go back, he’d actually cried once and his father had told him it was the only way to make sure that Genevieve didn’t get to keep him.
As he got older Genevieve had pushed more and more for longer stretches of time and Dean had fought her the entire way, with John standing behind him supporting him. Though she still got him for a week here and there.
Dean sometimes wondered what had changed, why that one time his dad had come after him.
He thought it might have been because he’d had no idea that Dean had been with Genevieve in the first place, which honestly had been the point.
He’d been protecting them, if he could have gotten away with killing Genevieve he would have. Because no one threatened his family, not Sammy and dad, and got away with it.
Except she had, because she’d threatened them to get Dean under control and he’d allowed her to keep that control when he should have been trying to figure out ways to get out of it and keep his family safe because honestly the woman terrified him.
He’d muttered Christo and put Holy Water in her juice and protective runes over the front door because something that terrified him as much as that woman did could not be human.
But she was. Just pretty much insane. Like him for staying with her under the guise of protecting Sammy and dad.
He tried to blame the constant sex for addling his brain, or the fact that it was the first time he’d had some semblance of a relationship with a guy since he’d realized which way his sexuality swung.
His past attempts at the guy thing had always been sucks and fucks in alleyways or bar backrooms before that.
He’d been unhappy about the Genevieve thing, but the Lex thing was all good. Sex with Lex was even better and he’d probably been getting too comfortable, so it had most likely been fate that had his dad showing up in his dark bedroom, and knocking him on his ass.
He could vividly remember it, walking into his dark bedroom seething in anger at Genevieve keeping him in the dark, at Lex for not being there to take his frustration out on and having his father lay him out.
Of course later he’d been incredibly happy that Lex hadn’t been there, because then there would have been sex and even though he planned on coming out to his father eventually (or never, Dean was still undecided) coming out of the closet so soon after Sammy had abandoned them was a bad idea unless he wanted his father to just throw up his hands and wash his hands of both his sons completely.
So he’d walked into the room directly into his fathers’ fist.
When he’d come to they’d been a few hundred miles away. His wrists were handcuffed to a bed, his legs were tied together and his father was standing over him looking pissed off enough to leave him there for a good long time.
Dean knew that Dad didn’t like Genevieve spending any time with him, and when Dean had told him his reasoning behind going with her, staying with her, well he certainly didn’t like that Genevieve had threatened Sammy and him.
It had probably been just reflex for dad to perform the exorcism, toss a few bottles of holy water on him and then let him lay there for half a day while he went off to vent some steam.
There were a lot of things that couldn’t be banished by an exorcism and holy water. But when a loved one was acting oddly the first though was ‘demon possession’ and the second thought was ‘exorcism’ and ‘do I have enough holy water to be sure’.
When he’d come back he’d let Dean loose and made him tell the entire story from beginning to end over again.
By the time he had finished going through it a second time, then a third time, dad had just sighed.
He probably could have come out to his dad then (by the way I like to fuck and be fucked by men sometimes, not all the time. I’ll leave a tie knotted on the door when I am though so you don’t walk in on it. ‘kay?) but he didn’t want to break his fathers mind.
Because even though his dad had been the one who kind of, sort of forced Dean to have to create a relationship with the Teague’s as a way to keep Genevieve and her father from taking Dean away from him, it didn’t mean that he liked Dean having a relationship of any sort with them.
So his dad let him ramble about how Genevieve had tracked him down and basically told him that Dean was going to be her son for more then two weeks a year or Sammy and dad were going to die.
Of course she didn’t actually say that, just hinted at it enough that Dean knew what she was trying to say without saying and told her okay.
He didn’t tell his dad about the guy thing because one catastrophe at a time, he didn’t even test the waters for a reaction with a ‘dad what would you say if I told you…’
He’d kept his mouth shut and then it was too late, because dad was M.I.A. Though Sammy was back and while Sammy didn’t know about the Genevieve thing he did know about the guy thing so Dean ended up having to keep a whole different set of secrets which was kind of annoying.
He was going to screw up one of these times and come out to dad thinking he was talking to Sam or mention Genevieve to Sam thinking he was dad and then he was going to be screwed.
Although it was becoming increasingly apparent as the days went by that he might already be screwed, either Dean was easier to read then a tabloid or Sammy had always been psychic and Dean had just been blind.
He was leaning towards psychic!Sammy, because the little bastard had always been the one to figure out where Dean hid his porn stash and his favorite knife and he’d been the one to figure out even before he left for college that Dean was more attracted to boys then girls, even though Dean thought he put on a pretty good show most of the time.
Not that they ever talked about it.
Ever.
Dean just sort of accepted the fact that Sam knew, and tried to keep from giving him any sort of confirmation at all because he could be contrary that way.
Also, just because Sam knew, didn’t mean that Sam had to know.
So he hid the guy thing because even though Sammy thought he knew Dean didn’t want to put it right out there and he hid the Genevieve thing even better because Sam would get pissed off and make that disappointed emo face that made Dean want to give him whatever he wanted just to make him stop.
Besides there was no reason to tell Sam anything, because as far as all the research Dean had done could tell him, Genevieve was dead.
There’d been an obituary for Jason Teague so apparently so was he and since she was the only person besides dad and Dean that even knew that Dean was her son, he made a resolute decision to never even think about Smallville or the Teague’s or Lex or any of that business ever again and moved on.
Of course Dean’s life could never be simple like that, and all it took was a couple of nightmares for Dean’s carefully constructed web of mistruths to come crashing down around him.
He blamed Lex. Because even in his subconscious Lex didn’t like to be buried.
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The truth came out, as truths always come out, when Dean least expected it.
Sam had nightmares for seven straight days. Sometimes several nightmares in one night.
He’d been so tired that they’d stayed in the sleepy little town where they’d successfully banished a water sprite that had been terrorizing the nice townspeople.
Then Sam had nightmares for seven more nights, on the eighth night Dean had been so exhausted that he’d seriously considered (for like a second tops, scouts honor) dosing Sammy up with sleeping pills because fuck, even the coffee wasn’t helping anymore and if he’d had a way to get in touch with his dad he would have very calmly asked for help.
Or maybe he would have begged, on his hands and knees with possibly some tears if he could manage them. And since he wanted to cry in the shower after getting only fifteen minutes of sleep between Sam’s nightmares there was a definite possibility that he could manage them.
But the morning after the eighth night he’d woken to find himself well-rested and Sam sitting beside him staring down at him with wide eyes.
And he’d been having such a good dream too; he and Lex hadn’t even been verbally abusing each other in it.
“Sammy?” his voice was gravelly and he noticed that the sun was up and wow, had he actually managed to sleep the whole night? Did that mean Sam’s nightmares were over?
Sam stared at him still, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out or even figure out what they were supposed to be in the first place.
“Sam, you going to say anything? You’re kind of freaking me out here,” he was to. Staring at Dean like he’d never seen him before.
Maybe it would have been better if he’d just dropped the sleeping pills buried at the bottom of his duffel bag in Sam’s soda.
Because Sam’s mouth opened and closed twice more before he managed to utter, “Smallville,” and passed out against Dean’s stomach.
Well fuck.
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They were in the car five hours later. Sam could be a determined little bitch when he wanted to be and he was definitely in his most determined state of mind when he manhandled Dean into the car.
He sat silently in the passenger seat, not looking at Dean, staring at the map open on his legs, telling Dean in a calm voice to not even think about trying to get them lost.
Dean gripped the steering wheel and wondered if they could get in and out of Smallville before anyone recognized him.
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It wasn’t that Dean didn’t have some good memories of Smallville.
There was Lana and Lex and not fighting for his life at every turn.
But there had also been no dad or Sam and even though he’d been doing every thing he did to protect them he’d felt their absence like an ache. Then there was Genevieve giving him orders and controlling him like he was something she owned.
He’d hated her. Despised her and he’d spent a lot of his time trying to figure out a way to kill her and make it seem like some horrible accident.
He’d had dreams about it, killing her and burning her bones so that she couldn’t come back and haunt his ass.
It was probably a horrible thing to think about someone who was related to him by blood but as far as he was concerned Genevieve was nothing to him and he didn’t owe her loyalty of any sort.
When he’d left Smallville, or rather been dragged from the town unconscious by his father, he’d vowed to never return.
Because really what would he be going back to? She was dead and Lex hadn’t wasted any time getting an obituary posted for Jason Teague so obviously he wasn’t sitting around pining for him, waiting for him to return.
He’d buried the memories, and he honestly never even really thought about his time in Smallville any more, not unless he woke before Sam, went to get coffee and found three magazines with Lex’s pictures smirking at him.
Then he went back to whatever crappy motel they were staying in, locked himself in the bathroom and jerked off until he couldn’t come anymore, wondering if it was considered giving up if he used the card with Jason Teague’s name on it and let Lex find him.
If Lex was even looking for him, which… obituary… so probably not.
Of course then Sam was beating on the door telling him he’d kick his ass if he used all the hot water and Dean buried any and all thoughts of Lex Luthor and Jason Teague, just like he’d buried the few pieces of identification that said he was Jason Teague in the bottom of his duffel bag.
He probably should have burned them or cut them up, but there might come a time when he was so desperate that even the Luthor’s finding him would be a godsend.
“The Meteor Capital of the World,” Sam read from the sign as they passed it and Dean snorted, trying to look bored and unaffected.
There was the Kent farm on the right and he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked hesitantly, he was staring at Dean’s white-knuckled clench and Dean forced himself to relax before he ripped the steering wheel off with his bare hands.
“I’m fine,” Dean muttered.
“Okay,” Sam rolled his shoulders and glanced out at the scenery. Corn on the right, corn on the left, look a field of cows and Dean could already feel the mind numbing boredom sinking in.
As well as a tickle of fear. ‘Genevieve is dead’ he kept reminding himself.
There had been whispers that she’d been killed by Lana (go Lana!) the murder covered up by Lionel and Lex and that might explain why Lana was hanging off of Lex’s arm instead of Clark’s.
If he’d been prone to falling for innocent doe-eyed females Lana might have really been the one for him.
She’d definitely been the one for Jason (and Clark and Lex and every other guy, human or otherwise that resided within a 100 mile radius of Smallville, which was kind of suspicious when there’d been Chloe who’d had a pretty fine rack on her and a smirk that put his to shame) and it was probably a sign that insanity ran in his family that he thought of himself as two different people.
But he did.
Dean Winchester was the closest to who he really was, bits and pieces of himself hidden away. Jason Teague was the guy that he had to be in order to please Genevieve.
Of course Jason was a bit of preppy asshole and Dean would have kicked his ass if they’d been two separate people.
If he thought about it too much there might even be a third him buried down there somewhere who was Jason Dean Winchester and maybe that would be who he was when he didn’t have to hide any part of himself.
“It’s just you’re doing 45 and I could have sworn the sign back there said 55.”
“It must have just changed,” Dean lied smoothly and Sam didn’t call him on it even though Dean could tell he wanted to.
“If you’re tired I can drive,” Sam offered.
“We’re like five minutes from town, we’ll just go and find whatever thing you saw in your vision and then we’ll get out of here.”
Sam squirmed and thankfully didn’t call Dean on knowing how far it was to town. Dean glanced over at him.
“Sammy?”
“It wasn’t a vision per se,” Sam said finally.
“Wasn’t a vision,” Dean arched a brow and Sam fidgeted.
“No, it was…” Sam ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. “It was strange.”
“Strange,” Dean echoed. Because ‘strange’ could mean a lot of things in Sammy-ville.
It could mean the standard demons or poltergeists or it could mean Sammy had been in his head and had been picking up thoughts that he had no business touching, Dean drew a breath and very calmly built a tall wall made of concrete and fucking lead between Sam and his naked images of Lex Luthor.
And then built a fucking fortress around any lingering thoughts of Genevieve Teague.
“It’s just…” Sam faltered, stared out the window. “You were kissing a guy.”
Dean prided himself on the fact that he didn’t drive them off the road, yes they’d swerved but he’d not gone into the ditch so it was all good.
He cleared his throat. “Kissing a guy.”
“Yeah,” Sam cleared his throat. “And you might have been naked and there might have been sex involved,” he finished in a rush.
Dean didn’t look over at him in horror, he wanted to but that would have given the game away.
Sam might know that he liked boys but that didn’t mean that he knew that Dean had been Jason Teague and involved with Lex Luthor for almost 8 months. If you could even call a shit load of sex that no one knew about ‘involved’.
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Dean had sequestered himself in the room and sent Sam for coffee, refusing to leave. Sam had even grumbled about it, but Dean had just smirked at him and told him to make sure he got the big one.
“Two coffees, one regular and the other the biggest size you’ve got,” he told the pretty brunette behind the counter.
“Four fifty,” she smiled at him, he dug cash out of his pocket and handed the bills over. Watching as she smoothed them out, facing them all in the same direction before she put them in the register. “It’ll be a few minutes.”
He nodded and looked around.
There were pictures lining one wall and he walked toward them.
He didn’t like waiting and it would serve him right if he had to wake Dean up back at the room in order to give him his jumbo coffee.
A glance over at the counter showed the young woman leaning on it watching two men sitting at a table by one of the windows.
He tried not to look over at them, because the one guy was Lex Luthor and the last time he’d slept Sam’d had a dream/vision/nightmare where he was having sex with Dean.
Maybe he should have told her he was in a hurry?
He placated himself by reminding his inner monologue that if Dean were there he would be flirting with the waitress like he could win a gold medal at it, and it would have taken them even longer to get their coffees.
Because she was obviously easily distracted, there would be a big, jealous ex-boyfriend, because there always was and they’d end up getting tossed out without even seeing their coffees.
Maybe he should offer to pour them himself? How hard could it be to pour two coffees into Styrofoam cups to go? Though it would probably help considerably if she stopped staring at Luthor and the guy with him.
He focused on the pictures on the wall, because anything had to be better then looking at Luthor and seeing reminders of the dream he’d had.
The pictures were just local sports teams it looked like and he amused himself waiting by walking the wall, then he just stopped and sort of gaped in astonishment at the picture on the end.
Obviously one of the most recent since it looked as if they were going in chronological order, one of the boys in the picture was the guy sitting at the table with Lex Luthor.
It was the guy at the end of the team that had him staring in disbelief; because there, smiling in a bright, open manner that Dean had never smiled in, wearing red which Dean despised on principal because it was so bright… was Dean.
The waitress came over with two cups in hand, the one twice the size of the other and eventually he would break Dean of his dependency on caffeine.
But not before Dean drove him to drink most likely.
“This guy,” Sam pointed at the picture, trying to not look too interested in the answer. “Do you know him?”
The girl looked sad and he took the cups before she could burst into tears and drop them when she ran from the room.
“That’s Jason Teague,” utterly sad voice. “He… we dated for a while, he disappeared a year and a half ago. There was blood and…” she drifted off and Sam had a feeling that she was looking at the guys at the table in the window. “Why did you ask?”
Sam smiled, his innocent, ‘I was just curious’ look with a bit of the puppy dog eyes that caused Dean to let him change tapes when he thought that he might beat his head through the dashboard if he had to listen to Metallica for the sixth straight hour.
“No reason, he just looks like a kid I grew up with. But different name and he would have rather have gouged out his own eyes then participate in organized sports so…” Sam shrugged. He smiled a wide smile, one that the girl returned though hers was just this side of wary and her eyes still looked teary. She also still studied him like she thought he wasn’t telling her something important.
Luthor and the guy he was sitting with were watching him as he walked out and he nodded his head as he left.
He could feel their eyes on him as he crossed the street and he took the long way just so they wouldn’t know that he was going to the motel.
He didn’t know why, but he thought letting any of these people see Dean would be just asking for trouble. And not just because Dean looked exactly like Jason Teague without all the preppy accoutrements and school pride.
Of course that was how he knew that Dean wasn’t that guy, because Dean wouldn’t be caught dead in a shirt with a logo. Let alone a red shirt with a school logo.
Dean used to beat those kids up in school.
And obviously something weird was going on with his visions or maybe they needed to find this Jason guy, the dreams should really have come with some sort of instruction pamphlet or something because he was just going to screw up somebody’s life eventually.
At this right it was going to be Dean’s and Dean would never let him forget it.
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Dean had refused to leave the motel room, telling Sammy to get him a coffee and giving him the standard ‘I just drove for almost twelve hours straight, if you want me to help you research then you need to caffeinate me, bitch’ reason.
He spent the entire time that Sam was gone trying to figure out a way to explain away how Jason Teague looked like Dean Winchester without explaining that Jason Teague was Dean Winchester and ‘oh by the way, have I mentioned that we’re not fully related by blood’.
He could go with the age-old ‘everyone has someone that looks exactly like them somewhere in the world’, but in their line of work that usually spelled shape-shifter and after the last instance of someone stealing Dean’s skin Sam would want to stay in town and hunt it down.
And Dean could only stand being cooped up in the motel room for so long before he lost his mind and went out in public.
It would be like a huge chain reaction and he could see the whole sequence of events in his mind. He’d get bored, go out in public and then someone would recognize him as Jason, which of course would then spread though Smallville like wildfire. Which would then lead to Lex banging on his door wanting to know why he hadn’t come to see him the minute he got back into town and where had he gone in the first place, and was he okay?
Then of course Sam would pipe up and Lex would have a fit and there’d be a fight.
The best course of action would seem to be to have Sam handcuff him to the bed so he couldn’t leave the room until Sam decided there was nothing in Smallville to investigate and then they could leave, except he got bored really easily and he might go insane if they went that route.
He heard the key in the door and it opened with Sam coming through with coffee in hand.
“I was beginning to wonder if you went to another town for coffee,” Dean grumbled, sitting up and taking the cup Sam handed him.
Sam sat on the other bed and stared at his cup like it was going to offer up the secrets of the universe if he gazed at it long enough.
“I took the long way back,” Sam said and Dean raised an eyebrow at the puzzled tone.
“Why?”
Sam shrugged and Dean snorted into his coffee.
“So I’m willing to entertain the possibility that you don’t have anything to do with Lex Luthor,” Sam muttered.
“You figured this out while getting coffee? Couldn’t you have done that back before we even got here?”
“There was the vision,” Sam started, shaking his head. “But there’s this picture in the coffee shop of this guy that looks surprisingly similar to you and it’s possible that the vision I had was Jason Teague having sex with Lex Luthor.”
“So we can go then? Good thing I didn’t unpack,” Dean grinned because he could already see the highway in his mind; he’d have to punish Sam somehow for forcing them to come here in the first place and was already going through the last five music related complaints that Sam had lodged looking for the perfect tape to listen to.
“I still had a vision and this Jason guy is missing, has been for a while, over a year. I think maybe the vision was to get us here to help him.”
Dean stared at him in horror, hoping it didn’t show on his face. Because if Sam wanted to find Jason then Sam would want to talk to people that knew Jason and that would mean Sam talking to Lex and Lana and Clark and that just didn’t bode well.
Besides the fact that Dean had been Jason and he wasn’t planning on being found. If he wanted to be found he could just use the one credit card in his arsenal that he’d never used and Lex would be on his doorstep in 30 seconds flat.
“Maybe the guy just skipped town,” Dean suggested.
“Vision,” Sam reminded him.
“Your visions have been screwy before, besides don’t they normally show the future not the past? Which would mean that this Jason guy is going to hook back up with Luthor,” and how that was going to happen Dean didn’t know, because Lex would be more apt to punish him for disappearing not sexing him up.
“Yeah but…”
“And dad sent us coordinates, eventually he’s going to figure out we took a detour and call to find out where we are. You want to explain to him that we came to Kansas because you had a sex dream about two guys?”
Sam blanched, probably remembering the one time that dad had tried to have the sex talk with him. Luckily Dean had already done that or Sam might possibly have never gotten laid.
Ever.
Sam was wavering Dean could tell.
“If you’re still having sex dreams about Luthor and some guy that looks like me after we get done with the job we can come back… or possibly seek therapy for you.”
Sam sighed heavily.
“Fine.”
“Good,” Dean grinned. “Good thing I didn’t unpack, huh.”
And he hadn’t, he hadn’t even really brought anything in from the car. Just the laptop and two duffel bags. The only things he’d removed from them had been the gun tucked under his pillow and the knife that he’d put on the nightstand.
It took them ten minutes to grab everything, because while Dean hadn’t unpacked, Sam had spread out quite a bit of stuff in the two whole minutes that he’d been in the room before he’d gone for coffee.
“Do you think we’ll still be charged for the night even though we only stayed for like an hour?” Dean pondered.
“Why do you care? The card isn’t even in your name,” Sam rolled his eyes and yanked the door open, tossing his bag in the backseat, resting his arms on the hood of the car while he watched Dean do the same.
“It’s the principal of the thing,” Dean grumbled. Of course the girl behind the counter would just give him that look, the universal one that seemed to say ‘I know you only rented the room for a couple of hours for sex’ and he wondered why everyone’s first thought when him and Sam rented only one room was that they were fucking each other and not that they might just not want to spring for two rooms when all they were going to do was sleep.
“Whatever.”
Dean tossed the keys up in the air, smirked at him and then turned in the direction of the front office.
And stopped.
Because standing there, staring at him with narrowed eyes and thin lips was Lex, Clark standing next to him looking stunned and Dean dropped the keys but managed to keep a firm grip on his coffee.
He could feel the blood draining from his face, which couldn’t be good.
“Jason.” Dean shivered, because Lex’s voice was low and promised all sorts of punishment and he’d been very well trained in the year that Genevieve and Lex had been battling for control of him to respond to that particular tone.
“Fuck.”
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Sam was pissed off, Dean knew this because he was making that face that said ‘everything’s okay, everything’s fine but if you breathe in my general direction I will remove your heart with a butter knife’.
Dean had gotten that look a lot when they were kids and Dean had been trying to force Sam to learn things that Sam didn’t want to learn.
Like how to shoot a crossbow, fire a handgun, load the bullets for the shotgun with rock salt and how to draw protective circles without making a mess with the salt.
Lex had been mostly silent, just called him Jason one more time then moved the few feet that separated them, pulled him into a tight hug that he hadn’t been able to shake off the shock long enough to return or squirm out of, then latched onto his arm and pulled him, unresisting (hey he was in shock, so he could be excused) to his car.
Sam followed, after picking up the keys from where Dean had dropped them and they made a cozy threesome in the back of the car, Clark sitting in the front seat, periodically turning around and staring at him like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Dean didn’t utter a word. The ‘fuck’ had been a mistake, because Sam knew that he’d been lying and Lex knew that he knew him and now he was going through every possible and not very probable excuse he could come up with that didn’t include telling Sammy about his ties with Genevieve Teague.
He had been hoping dad would be the one to tell Sammy about that, because it really wasn’t Dean’s fault that she was his mother instead of Mary.
None of the excuses would work anyway, not unless Lex had lost brain cells in the intervening year which could have happened with as often as he got knocked unconscious, but seemed highly unlikely with the way that Dean’s luck normally ran. Clark might have believed them but Lex had an uncanny habit of seeing through his bullshit.
Dean kept his hands to himself (one wrapped around his cup of coffee which he intermittently took drinks of wishing it was something a hell of a lot stronger then coffee) which was a lot harder then he’d thought it would be, mostly because Lex was practically sitting on top of him, but then he’d glance to the left and there was Sam sitting rigidly straight next to him.
And Sam was already having visions of Dean having sex with Lex so he didn’t need an actual visual re-enactment of what that would look like,
Though, honestly if it had only been Clark and the driver in the car and Sam had not been there Dean probably would be in Lex’s lap by now.
But Sam was there and no matter how much of an exhibitionist Dean was, having sex in front of his little brother was a bit disturbing.
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Lex was proud of how calm he was managing to be. Jason in front of him, and yes he hadn’t returned the hug but he’d probably been just as shocked as Lex had been that he’d been doing that.
Plus there was the other one to think about, Sam Winchester had been wide-eyed with confusion. Then anger.
He thought it might be a good idea to separate the two while he talked to Jason and it was probably a good thing that Clark was with him because he could keep Sam occupied while Lex figured out what they were doing (had done) to Jason.
“Clark why don’t you take Sam to the library while I talk to Jason,” a nice safe location. The few objects that could be used as weapons were safely behind glass.
Jason stiffened and Sam tried to tug his arm out of the hand that Clark had wrapped around his arm.
“Now wait a minute,” he started. All blustering anger, still some confusion in there and Lex had to admit that the guy was either a good actor or had no clue what was going on.
Clark pulled him away and Jason remained silent at his side.
“I think you have me mixed up with somebody else,” Jason said, Lex just eyed him with a raised eyebrow and walked towards his study. Jason following behind him.
“Are you okay?” Lex asked, then winced because that hadn’t been what he’d meant to ask. Not in the least.
Jason raised an eyebrow at him, then tried to drink from the coffee cup he still had in hand. He looked vaguely mournful that it was gone and Lex could remember Jason drinking six cups a day and always looking that sad when each cup was done.
He set the cup on the edge of Lex’s desk, Lex rolled his eyes and threw it away. When he offered more it would be in an actual cup and not the Styrofoam monstrosity.
The added bonus to that was it would help Lex minimize how much caffeine Jason was imbibing.
“No really, I think you have me mixed up with somebody else. I’m not who you think I am,” Jason said again. An earnest ‘trust me, I’m telling you the truth’ look on his face. Possibly one that Jason had learned or stolen from Clark because they looked vaguely similar.
Lex shook his head.
“I know that you’re confused Jason, I have the best doctors in the world on standby just waiting for my call so we can figure out what they’ve done to you.”
“That’s really not necessary, I’m not Jason Teague, and…”
“I don’t think I ever mentioned what Jason’s last name was,” Lex smirked, Jason frowned.
“Sam mentioned it, I’m not him, Lex.”
“And I’m positive that I never told you my name.”
“I read the tabloids. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just go retrieve my brother from wherever you’ve stashed him and we’ll get out of your way.”
“You’re not going anywhere Jason,” Lex said emphatically, he rounded the desk, bumping his chair out of the way with his leg. Picking up the large yellow envelope and dumping its contents out.
“You know kidnapping is a federal offense,” Jason muttered even as he walked toward the desk.
He stared at the photos of him, of John and Sam Winchester. He picked up the one that Lex had spent hours looking at.
Grainy, enhanced as far as the best labs in the world could enhance it.
John Winchester carrying him from the Teague house, unconscious, blood on his face.
“You don’t know what you’re messing with,” Jason said softly.
“I know that you are Jason Teague, I know that you were taken against your will from the house you lived in with your mother. I know that it took me far to long to find you, and that nothing you say will convince me that you aren’t who I know you are.”
“My name isn’t Jason Teague.”
Lex smiled, came back around the desk. Whatever they’d done hadn’t been brainwashing, there was no amnesia. Jason remembered him, remembered himself. Just wouldn’t admit to it.
He stood in front of Jason and touched him, hand as gentle as he could make it on Jason’s cheek because he didn’t want to spook him and have to chase him down once more.
“You’re safe here,” he promised. Then kissed him, it took only seconds for Jason’s mouth to open under his, for Jason to kiss him back. Hands gripping his hips, pulling him in tight.
He pulled back when Clark cleared his throat in the doorway.
“Yes, Clark?”
“It’s been ten minutes,” Clark rolled his eyes at him, behind him Sam had an expression on his face that couldn’t figure out what it wanted to be. Jason was flushed and not looking at any of them.
“Right,” he squeezed Jason’s arms then walked back around his desk.
“Why don’t you tell me what you and your father did to Jason?”
Sam ignored him, instead focusing on Jason. Squeezing past Clark who still stood in the doorway to walk further into the room.
“Dean?”
Jason managed a smile for him, patted his arm. “It’s okay Sammy. It’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah? Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you’re a glass half empty kind of guy, I’m preferring to look at the bright side of things.”
“There’s a bright side of things?” Sam sounded skeptical.
“No more lying, granted I kind of hoped dad would be the one telling you and I’d be like three states away when it happened, but…” he glanced over at Lex. “Beggars can’t be choosers and you can’t always get what you want.”
“Tell us what they did to you, I’ll even promise to not hurt them to much,” Lex said.
“Let my brother go.”
“See that would be a stupid move on my part, since he’s pretty much my only guarantee that you’re not going to try and run out the door.”
“You hurt him and you’ve got no leverage.”
“Dean, why are you talking to Lex Luthor like you know him?” Sam sounded confused and not happy about it in the least.
“The truth isn’t always what you want it to be.”
“Jason…”
“Why do you keep calling him that, his name is Dean. D.E.A.N. It’s only one syllable, stop calling him Jason,” Sam exploded, angry and defiant. Jason smirked at him.
“Sammy, relax.”
“Relax? Relax?! Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I’m saying relax because it is my name,” Jason looked like he wanted to be anywhere instead of where he was.
“What?” Sam and Clark at the same time, Lex sat back in his chair and smirked because he loved being right.
“Jason Dean Winchester. My full name, I just choose to not use the Jason.”
Or maybe not.
“Winchester? Not Teague?” Lex queried.
“Not on my birth certificate anyway,” Dean walked across the room, flopped down on the couch heavily, hand over his eyes like if he couldn’t see the room then the room couldn’t see him.
“Dean…”
“Genevieve Teague was my mother.”
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Sam stared at him as if he thought he’d lost his mind.
“Dean… why would you… she’s not your mother.”
“Dad took me to meet her when I was six,” Dean rubbed his hands across his jeans; Lex moved from behind the desk over to him, sat down next to him and stopped the movement by lying his own over it, trapping it. “He knew her, knew who she was. She had a birth certificate and…” Dean laughed hollowly, didn’t look at anyone.
“Jason Dean Winchester, born to John Winchester and Genevieve Teague… she wouldn’t even marry him, didn’t want to sully the good Teague name.”
Sam’s eyes widened, puzzle pieces that he didn’t even know he had probably fitting together and painting a really dark, fucked up picture. “When dad and you went off, when you left me with Pastor Jim.”
“She had a day here or there, dad was always there because… she scared me. I didn’t know her,” Dean tried to explain. He’d never been able to explain it to dad, how Genevieve just felt wrong to him. Never mind the fact that she tried to get him to call her mom after they’d only known each other for an hour.
“I was nine when she managed to get a full week, dad couldn’t stop it. I’m not sure what she threatened him with.”
“Camp Ottawata, you locked yourself in our bedroom for two hours when you came home.”
“Fun days on the beach, we rode horses and made S’mores and sang songs by the campfire,” Dean muttered sarcastically.
“Why were you in Smallville living with her if you hated her?” Clark asked. He was sitting on the desk, he ignored Lex’s scowl and had his gaze focused on Dean.
“She threatened Sammy,” Dean said quietly, shifting his gaze to his hands. They were less threatening then Sam pissed off because Dean had been trying to do what he’d been doing since he was 4 and protecting his sorry ass.
He could feel Lex’s hand against his back, rubbing small circles.
“She couldn’t touch dad, or me. But she knew us, knew that we had you locked up in the equivalent of a supernatural Fort Knox but that some idiot on the street could pull a gun and you’d be toast. She said she’d do it. Hire somebody to hurt you, to kill you. I couldn’t…” he shook his head.
Sam touched his knee. “Dean.”
“You and dad, that’s all that’s left.”
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“Hey dad… its me… I, uh… just wanted to let you know that Sammy knows… You know about Genevieve. You should probably call me.”
The memory that stood out in his mind above all other things was that Smallville, Kansas had had corn. Lots of fields of corn liberally spread between even more fields of cows.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
NOTE: The next to the last section happens sometime mid-Smallville Season 4 arc, before Jason appears to lose his mind.
SUMMARY: The memory that stood out in his mind above all other things was that Smallville, Kansas had had corn. Lots of fields of corn liberally spread between even more fields of cows.
Appearances Can Be Deceiving
The memory that stood out in his mind above all other things was that Smallville, Kansas had had corn. Lots of fields of corn liberally spread between even more fields of cows.
He’d probably still be in that town if his father hadn’t shown up when he had.
And wouldn’t that be hard then hell to explain to Sammy, especially since he’d waited so long to tell him. Once he did there would be retribution and anger and Sammy making his bitch face 24-7 until something else pissed him off or garnered his attention. The bitch face was one of the reasons that he hadn’t told him.
It had nothing to do with not being a real brother and the fact that they had different mothers.
Mary had been his mom; in his heart Dean knew this. But she wasn’t his biological mother, she wasn’t his by blood. She was only Sammy’s.
The woman who’d taken the job of raising him for four years had been sweet and loving; the woman who’d given birth to him was sort of insane.
And that he had to spend time with her. That if he didn’t she’d take him away to live with her and the couple of days and later weeks that he’d stayed with her growing up had been plenty long enough to show him that the less amount of time he had to spend with her the longer her life would be.
Not that Sammy knew any of that of course, his baby brother had no clue that all those times that he’d been jealous because Dean was going to camp and having a blast or going on a hunting trip with dad or some other incredibly weak lie that Sam should have seen through in a second, he’d actually been with Genevieve.
Dean had never gotten used to calling that woman ‘mom’. There was always a split second hesitation when he had to say it to her. And he would, because otherwise she could be a pissy bitch. But he never really thought of her as mom.
You shouldn’t be scared of your mother.
Mom to him had always been Mary Winchester and she always would be. No matter what papers or threats Genevieve threw at him said to the contrary.
When he was younger he used to beg his dad to make him not have to go back, he’d actually cried once and his father had told him it was the only way to make sure that Genevieve didn’t get to keep him.
As he got older Genevieve had pushed more and more for longer stretches of time and Dean had fought her the entire way, with John standing behind him supporting him. Though she still got him for a week here and there.
Dean sometimes wondered what had changed, why that one time his dad had come after him.
He thought it might have been because he’d had no idea that Dean had been with Genevieve in the first place, which honestly had been the point.
He’d been protecting them, if he could have gotten away with killing Genevieve he would have. Because no one threatened his family, not Sammy and dad, and got away with it.
Except she had, because she’d threatened them to get Dean under control and he’d allowed her to keep that control when he should have been trying to figure out ways to get out of it and keep his family safe because honestly the woman terrified him.
He’d muttered Christo and put Holy Water in her juice and protective runes over the front door because something that terrified him as much as that woman did could not be human.
But she was. Just pretty much insane. Like him for staying with her under the guise of protecting Sammy and dad.
He tried to blame the constant sex for addling his brain, or the fact that it was the first time he’d had some semblance of a relationship with a guy since he’d realized which way his sexuality swung.
His past attempts at the guy thing had always been sucks and fucks in alleyways or bar backrooms before that.
He’d been unhappy about the Genevieve thing, but the Lex thing was all good. Sex with Lex was even better and he’d probably been getting too comfortable, so it had most likely been fate that had his dad showing up in his dark bedroom, and knocking him on his ass.
He could vividly remember it, walking into his dark bedroom seething in anger at Genevieve keeping him in the dark, at Lex for not being there to take his frustration out on and having his father lay him out.
Of course later he’d been incredibly happy that Lex hadn’t been there, because then there would have been sex and even though he planned on coming out to his father eventually (or never, Dean was still undecided) coming out of the closet so soon after Sammy had abandoned them was a bad idea unless he wanted his father to just throw up his hands and wash his hands of both his sons completely.
So he’d walked into the room directly into his fathers’ fist.
When he’d come to they’d been a few hundred miles away. His wrists were handcuffed to a bed, his legs were tied together and his father was standing over him looking pissed off enough to leave him there for a good long time.
Dean knew that Dad didn’t like Genevieve spending any time with him, and when Dean had told him his reasoning behind going with her, staying with her, well he certainly didn’t like that Genevieve had threatened Sammy and him.
It had probably been just reflex for dad to perform the exorcism, toss a few bottles of holy water on him and then let him lay there for half a day while he went off to vent some steam.
There were a lot of things that couldn’t be banished by an exorcism and holy water. But when a loved one was acting oddly the first though was ‘demon possession’ and the second thought was ‘exorcism’ and ‘do I have enough holy water to be sure’.
When he’d come back he’d let Dean loose and made him tell the entire story from beginning to end over again.
By the time he had finished going through it a second time, then a third time, dad had just sighed.
He probably could have come out to his dad then (by the way I like to fuck and be fucked by men sometimes, not all the time. I’ll leave a tie knotted on the door when I am though so you don’t walk in on it. ‘kay?) but he didn’t want to break his fathers mind.
Because even though his dad had been the one who kind of, sort of forced Dean to have to create a relationship with the Teague’s as a way to keep Genevieve and her father from taking Dean away from him, it didn’t mean that he liked Dean having a relationship of any sort with them.
So his dad let him ramble about how Genevieve had tracked him down and basically told him that Dean was going to be her son for more then two weeks a year or Sammy and dad were going to die.
Of course she didn’t actually say that, just hinted at it enough that Dean knew what she was trying to say without saying and told her okay.
He didn’t tell his dad about the guy thing because one catastrophe at a time, he didn’t even test the waters for a reaction with a ‘dad what would you say if I told you…’
He’d kept his mouth shut and then it was too late, because dad was M.I.A. Though Sammy was back and while Sammy didn’t know about the Genevieve thing he did know about the guy thing so Dean ended up having to keep a whole different set of secrets which was kind of annoying.
He was going to screw up one of these times and come out to dad thinking he was talking to Sam or mention Genevieve to Sam thinking he was dad and then he was going to be screwed.
Although it was becoming increasingly apparent as the days went by that he might already be screwed, either Dean was easier to read then a tabloid or Sammy had always been psychic and Dean had just been blind.
He was leaning towards psychic!Sammy, because the little bastard had always been the one to figure out where Dean hid his porn stash and his favorite knife and he’d been the one to figure out even before he left for college that Dean was more attracted to boys then girls, even though Dean thought he put on a pretty good show most of the time.
Not that they ever talked about it.
Ever.
Dean just sort of accepted the fact that Sam knew, and tried to keep from giving him any sort of confirmation at all because he could be contrary that way.
Also, just because Sam knew, didn’t mean that Sam had to know.
So he hid the guy thing because even though Sammy thought he knew Dean didn’t want to put it right out there and he hid the Genevieve thing even better because Sam would get pissed off and make that disappointed emo face that made Dean want to give him whatever he wanted just to make him stop.
Besides there was no reason to tell Sam anything, because as far as all the research Dean had done could tell him, Genevieve was dead.
There’d been an obituary for Jason Teague so apparently so was he and since she was the only person besides dad and Dean that even knew that Dean was her son, he made a resolute decision to never even think about Smallville or the Teague’s or Lex or any of that business ever again and moved on.
Of course Dean’s life could never be simple like that, and all it took was a couple of nightmares for Dean’s carefully constructed web of mistruths to come crashing down around him.
He blamed Lex. Because even in his subconscious Lex didn’t like to be buried.
The truth came out, as truths always come out, when Dean least expected it.
Sam had nightmares for seven straight days. Sometimes several nightmares in one night.
He’d been so tired that they’d stayed in the sleepy little town where they’d successfully banished a water sprite that had been terrorizing the nice townspeople.
Then Sam had nightmares for seven more nights, on the eighth night Dean had been so exhausted that he’d seriously considered (for like a second tops, scouts honor) dosing Sammy up with sleeping pills because fuck, even the coffee wasn’t helping anymore and if he’d had a way to get in touch with his dad he would have very calmly asked for help.
Or maybe he would have begged, on his hands and knees with possibly some tears if he could manage them. And since he wanted to cry in the shower after getting only fifteen minutes of sleep between Sam’s nightmares there was a definite possibility that he could manage them.
But the morning after the eighth night he’d woken to find himself well-rested and Sam sitting beside him staring down at him with wide eyes.
And he’d been having such a good dream too; he and Lex hadn’t even been verbally abusing each other in it.
“Sammy?” his voice was gravelly and he noticed that the sun was up and wow, had he actually managed to sleep the whole night? Did that mean Sam’s nightmares were over?
Sam stared at him still, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out or even figure out what they were supposed to be in the first place.
“Sam, you going to say anything? You’re kind of freaking me out here,” he was to. Staring at Dean like he’d never seen him before.
Maybe it would have been better if he’d just dropped the sleeping pills buried at the bottom of his duffel bag in Sam’s soda.
Because Sam’s mouth opened and closed twice more before he managed to utter, “Smallville,” and passed out against Dean’s stomach.
Well fuck.
They were in the car five hours later. Sam could be a determined little bitch when he wanted to be and he was definitely in his most determined state of mind when he manhandled Dean into the car.
He sat silently in the passenger seat, not looking at Dean, staring at the map open on his legs, telling Dean in a calm voice to not even think about trying to get them lost.
Dean gripped the steering wheel and wondered if they could get in and out of Smallville before anyone recognized him.
It wasn’t that Dean didn’t have some good memories of Smallville.
There was Lana and Lex and not fighting for his life at every turn.
But there had also been no dad or Sam and even though he’d been doing every thing he did to protect them he’d felt their absence like an ache. Then there was Genevieve giving him orders and controlling him like he was something she owned.
He’d hated her. Despised her and he’d spent a lot of his time trying to figure out a way to kill her and make it seem like some horrible accident.
He’d had dreams about it, killing her and burning her bones so that she couldn’t come back and haunt his ass.
It was probably a horrible thing to think about someone who was related to him by blood but as far as he was concerned Genevieve was nothing to him and he didn’t owe her loyalty of any sort.
When he’d left Smallville, or rather been dragged from the town unconscious by his father, he’d vowed to never return.
Because really what would he be going back to? She was dead and Lex hadn’t wasted any time getting an obituary posted for Jason Teague so obviously he wasn’t sitting around pining for him, waiting for him to return.
He’d buried the memories, and he honestly never even really thought about his time in Smallville any more, not unless he woke before Sam, went to get coffee and found three magazines with Lex’s pictures smirking at him.
Then he went back to whatever crappy motel they were staying in, locked himself in the bathroom and jerked off until he couldn’t come anymore, wondering if it was considered giving up if he used the card with Jason Teague’s name on it and let Lex find him.
If Lex was even looking for him, which… obituary… so probably not.
Of course then Sam was beating on the door telling him he’d kick his ass if he used all the hot water and Dean buried any and all thoughts of Lex Luthor and Jason Teague, just like he’d buried the few pieces of identification that said he was Jason Teague in the bottom of his duffel bag.
He probably should have burned them or cut them up, but there might come a time when he was so desperate that even the Luthor’s finding him would be a godsend.
“The Meteor Capital of the World,” Sam read from the sign as they passed it and Dean snorted, trying to look bored and unaffected.
There was the Kent farm on the right and he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked hesitantly, he was staring at Dean’s white-knuckled clench and Dean forced himself to relax before he ripped the steering wheel off with his bare hands.
“I’m fine,” Dean muttered.
“Okay,” Sam rolled his shoulders and glanced out at the scenery. Corn on the right, corn on the left, look a field of cows and Dean could already feel the mind numbing boredom sinking in.
As well as a tickle of fear. ‘Genevieve is dead’ he kept reminding himself.
There had been whispers that she’d been killed by Lana (go Lana!) the murder covered up by Lionel and Lex and that might explain why Lana was hanging off of Lex’s arm instead of Clark’s.
If he’d been prone to falling for innocent doe-eyed females Lana might have really been the one for him.
She’d definitely been the one for Jason (and Clark and Lex and every other guy, human or otherwise that resided within a 100 mile radius of Smallville, which was kind of suspicious when there’d been Chloe who’d had a pretty fine rack on her and a smirk that put his to shame) and it was probably a sign that insanity ran in his family that he thought of himself as two different people.
But he did.
Dean Winchester was the closest to who he really was, bits and pieces of himself hidden away. Jason Teague was the guy that he had to be in order to please Genevieve.
Of course Jason was a bit of preppy asshole and Dean would have kicked his ass if they’d been two separate people.
If he thought about it too much there might even be a third him buried down there somewhere who was Jason Dean Winchester and maybe that would be who he was when he didn’t have to hide any part of himself.
“It’s just you’re doing 45 and I could have sworn the sign back there said 55.”
“It must have just changed,” Dean lied smoothly and Sam didn’t call him on it even though Dean could tell he wanted to.
“If you’re tired I can drive,” Sam offered.
“We’re like five minutes from town, we’ll just go and find whatever thing you saw in your vision and then we’ll get out of here.”
Sam squirmed and thankfully didn’t call Dean on knowing how far it was to town. Dean glanced over at him.
“Sammy?”
“It wasn’t a vision per se,” Sam said finally.
“Wasn’t a vision,” Dean arched a brow and Sam fidgeted.
“No, it was…” Sam ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. “It was strange.”
“Strange,” Dean echoed. Because ‘strange’ could mean a lot of things in Sammy-ville.
It could mean the standard demons or poltergeists or it could mean Sammy had been in his head and had been picking up thoughts that he had no business touching, Dean drew a breath and very calmly built a tall wall made of concrete and fucking lead between Sam and his naked images of Lex Luthor.
And then built a fucking fortress around any lingering thoughts of Genevieve Teague.
“It’s just…” Sam faltered, stared out the window. “You were kissing a guy.”
Dean prided himself on the fact that he didn’t drive them off the road, yes they’d swerved but he’d not gone into the ditch so it was all good.
He cleared his throat. “Kissing a guy.”
“Yeah,” Sam cleared his throat. “And you might have been naked and there might have been sex involved,” he finished in a rush.
Dean didn’t look over at him in horror, he wanted to but that would have given the game away.
Sam might know that he liked boys but that didn’t mean that he knew that Dean had been Jason Teague and involved with Lex Luthor for almost 8 months. If you could even call a shit load of sex that no one knew about ‘involved’.
Dean had sequestered himself in the room and sent Sam for coffee, refusing to leave. Sam had even grumbled about it, but Dean had just smirked at him and told him to make sure he got the big one.
“Two coffees, one regular and the other the biggest size you’ve got,” he told the pretty brunette behind the counter.
“Four fifty,” she smiled at him, he dug cash out of his pocket and handed the bills over. Watching as she smoothed them out, facing them all in the same direction before she put them in the register. “It’ll be a few minutes.”
He nodded and looked around.
There were pictures lining one wall and he walked toward them.
He didn’t like waiting and it would serve him right if he had to wake Dean up back at the room in order to give him his jumbo coffee.
A glance over at the counter showed the young woman leaning on it watching two men sitting at a table by one of the windows.
He tried not to look over at them, because the one guy was Lex Luthor and the last time he’d slept Sam’d had a dream/vision/nightmare where he was having sex with Dean.
Maybe he should have told her he was in a hurry?
He placated himself by reminding his inner monologue that if Dean were there he would be flirting with the waitress like he could win a gold medal at it, and it would have taken them even longer to get their coffees.
Because she was obviously easily distracted, there would be a big, jealous ex-boyfriend, because there always was and they’d end up getting tossed out without even seeing their coffees.
Maybe he should offer to pour them himself? How hard could it be to pour two coffees into Styrofoam cups to go? Though it would probably help considerably if she stopped staring at Luthor and the guy with him.
He focused on the pictures on the wall, because anything had to be better then looking at Luthor and seeing reminders of the dream he’d had.
The pictures were just local sports teams it looked like and he amused himself waiting by walking the wall, then he just stopped and sort of gaped in astonishment at the picture on the end.
Obviously one of the most recent since it looked as if they were going in chronological order, one of the boys in the picture was the guy sitting at the table with Lex Luthor.
It was the guy at the end of the team that had him staring in disbelief; because there, smiling in a bright, open manner that Dean had never smiled in, wearing red which Dean despised on principal because it was so bright… was Dean.
The waitress came over with two cups in hand, the one twice the size of the other and eventually he would break Dean of his dependency on caffeine.
But not before Dean drove him to drink most likely.
“This guy,” Sam pointed at the picture, trying to not look too interested in the answer. “Do you know him?”
The girl looked sad and he took the cups before she could burst into tears and drop them when she ran from the room.
“That’s Jason Teague,” utterly sad voice. “He… we dated for a while, he disappeared a year and a half ago. There was blood and…” she drifted off and Sam had a feeling that she was looking at the guys at the table in the window. “Why did you ask?”
Sam smiled, his innocent, ‘I was just curious’ look with a bit of the puppy dog eyes that caused Dean to let him change tapes when he thought that he might beat his head through the dashboard if he had to listen to Metallica for the sixth straight hour.
“No reason, he just looks like a kid I grew up with. But different name and he would have rather have gouged out his own eyes then participate in organized sports so…” Sam shrugged. He smiled a wide smile, one that the girl returned though hers was just this side of wary and her eyes still looked teary. She also still studied him like she thought he wasn’t telling her something important.
Luthor and the guy he was sitting with were watching him as he walked out and he nodded his head as he left.
He could feel their eyes on him as he crossed the street and he took the long way just so they wouldn’t know that he was going to the motel.
He didn’t know why, but he thought letting any of these people see Dean would be just asking for trouble. And not just because Dean looked exactly like Jason Teague without all the preppy accoutrements and school pride.
Of course that was how he knew that Dean wasn’t that guy, because Dean wouldn’t be caught dead in a shirt with a logo. Let alone a red shirt with a school logo.
Dean used to beat those kids up in school.
And obviously something weird was going on with his visions or maybe they needed to find this Jason guy, the dreams should really have come with some sort of instruction pamphlet or something because he was just going to screw up somebody’s life eventually.
At this right it was going to be Dean’s and Dean would never let him forget it.
Dean had refused to leave the motel room, telling Sammy to get him a coffee and giving him the standard ‘I just drove for almost twelve hours straight, if you want me to help you research then you need to caffeinate me, bitch’ reason.
He spent the entire time that Sam was gone trying to figure out a way to explain away how Jason Teague looked like Dean Winchester without explaining that Jason Teague was Dean Winchester and ‘oh by the way, have I mentioned that we’re not fully related by blood’.
He could go with the age-old ‘everyone has someone that looks exactly like them somewhere in the world’, but in their line of work that usually spelled shape-shifter and after the last instance of someone stealing Dean’s skin Sam would want to stay in town and hunt it down.
And Dean could only stand being cooped up in the motel room for so long before he lost his mind and went out in public.
It would be like a huge chain reaction and he could see the whole sequence of events in his mind. He’d get bored, go out in public and then someone would recognize him as Jason, which of course would then spread though Smallville like wildfire. Which would then lead to Lex banging on his door wanting to know why he hadn’t come to see him the minute he got back into town and where had he gone in the first place, and was he okay?
Then of course Sam would pipe up and Lex would have a fit and there’d be a fight.
The best course of action would seem to be to have Sam handcuff him to the bed so he couldn’t leave the room until Sam decided there was nothing in Smallville to investigate and then they could leave, except he got bored really easily and he might go insane if they went that route.
He heard the key in the door and it opened with Sam coming through with coffee in hand.
“I was beginning to wonder if you went to another town for coffee,” Dean grumbled, sitting up and taking the cup Sam handed him.
Sam sat on the other bed and stared at his cup like it was going to offer up the secrets of the universe if he gazed at it long enough.
“I took the long way back,” Sam said and Dean raised an eyebrow at the puzzled tone.
“Why?”
Sam shrugged and Dean snorted into his coffee.
“So I’m willing to entertain the possibility that you don’t have anything to do with Lex Luthor,” Sam muttered.
“You figured this out while getting coffee? Couldn’t you have done that back before we even got here?”
“There was the vision,” Sam started, shaking his head. “But there’s this picture in the coffee shop of this guy that looks surprisingly similar to you and it’s possible that the vision I had was Jason Teague having sex with Lex Luthor.”
“So we can go then? Good thing I didn’t unpack,” Dean grinned because he could already see the highway in his mind; he’d have to punish Sam somehow for forcing them to come here in the first place and was already going through the last five music related complaints that Sam had lodged looking for the perfect tape to listen to.
“I still had a vision and this Jason guy is missing, has been for a while, over a year. I think maybe the vision was to get us here to help him.”
Dean stared at him in horror, hoping it didn’t show on his face. Because if Sam wanted to find Jason then Sam would want to talk to people that knew Jason and that would mean Sam talking to Lex and Lana and Clark and that just didn’t bode well.
Besides the fact that Dean had been Jason and he wasn’t planning on being found. If he wanted to be found he could just use the one credit card in his arsenal that he’d never used and Lex would be on his doorstep in 30 seconds flat.
“Maybe the guy just skipped town,” Dean suggested.
“Vision,” Sam reminded him.
“Your visions have been screwy before, besides don’t they normally show the future not the past? Which would mean that this Jason guy is going to hook back up with Luthor,” and how that was going to happen Dean didn’t know, because Lex would be more apt to punish him for disappearing not sexing him up.
“Yeah but…”
“And dad sent us coordinates, eventually he’s going to figure out we took a detour and call to find out where we are. You want to explain to him that we came to Kansas because you had a sex dream about two guys?”
Sam blanched, probably remembering the one time that dad had tried to have the sex talk with him. Luckily Dean had already done that or Sam might possibly have never gotten laid.
Ever.
Sam was wavering Dean could tell.
“If you’re still having sex dreams about Luthor and some guy that looks like me after we get done with the job we can come back… or possibly seek therapy for you.”
Sam sighed heavily.
“Fine.”
“Good,” Dean grinned. “Good thing I didn’t unpack, huh.”
And he hadn’t, he hadn’t even really brought anything in from the car. Just the laptop and two duffel bags. The only things he’d removed from them had been the gun tucked under his pillow and the knife that he’d put on the nightstand.
It took them ten minutes to grab everything, because while Dean hadn’t unpacked, Sam had spread out quite a bit of stuff in the two whole minutes that he’d been in the room before he’d gone for coffee.
“Do you think we’ll still be charged for the night even though we only stayed for like an hour?” Dean pondered.
“Why do you care? The card isn’t even in your name,” Sam rolled his eyes and yanked the door open, tossing his bag in the backseat, resting his arms on the hood of the car while he watched Dean do the same.
“It’s the principal of the thing,” Dean grumbled. Of course the girl behind the counter would just give him that look, the universal one that seemed to say ‘I know you only rented the room for a couple of hours for sex’ and he wondered why everyone’s first thought when him and Sam rented only one room was that they were fucking each other and not that they might just not want to spring for two rooms when all they were going to do was sleep.
“Whatever.”
Dean tossed the keys up in the air, smirked at him and then turned in the direction of the front office.
And stopped.
Because standing there, staring at him with narrowed eyes and thin lips was Lex, Clark standing next to him looking stunned and Dean dropped the keys but managed to keep a firm grip on his coffee.
He could feel the blood draining from his face, which couldn’t be good.
“Jason.” Dean shivered, because Lex’s voice was low and promised all sorts of punishment and he’d been very well trained in the year that Genevieve and Lex had been battling for control of him to respond to that particular tone.
“Fuck.”
Sam was pissed off, Dean knew this because he was making that face that said ‘everything’s okay, everything’s fine but if you breathe in my general direction I will remove your heart with a butter knife’.
Dean had gotten that look a lot when they were kids and Dean had been trying to force Sam to learn things that Sam didn’t want to learn.
Like how to shoot a crossbow, fire a handgun, load the bullets for the shotgun with rock salt and how to draw protective circles without making a mess with the salt.
Lex had been mostly silent, just called him Jason one more time then moved the few feet that separated them, pulled him into a tight hug that he hadn’t been able to shake off the shock long enough to return or squirm out of, then latched onto his arm and pulled him, unresisting (hey he was in shock, so he could be excused) to his car.
Sam followed, after picking up the keys from where Dean had dropped them and they made a cozy threesome in the back of the car, Clark sitting in the front seat, periodically turning around and staring at him like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Dean didn’t utter a word. The ‘fuck’ had been a mistake, because Sam knew that he’d been lying and Lex knew that he knew him and now he was going through every possible and not very probable excuse he could come up with that didn’t include telling Sammy about his ties with Genevieve Teague.
He had been hoping dad would be the one to tell Sammy about that, because it really wasn’t Dean’s fault that she was his mother instead of Mary.
None of the excuses would work anyway, not unless Lex had lost brain cells in the intervening year which could have happened with as often as he got knocked unconscious, but seemed highly unlikely with the way that Dean’s luck normally ran. Clark might have believed them but Lex had an uncanny habit of seeing through his bullshit.
Dean kept his hands to himself (one wrapped around his cup of coffee which he intermittently took drinks of wishing it was something a hell of a lot stronger then coffee) which was a lot harder then he’d thought it would be, mostly because Lex was practically sitting on top of him, but then he’d glance to the left and there was Sam sitting rigidly straight next to him.
And Sam was already having visions of Dean having sex with Lex so he didn’t need an actual visual re-enactment of what that would look like,
Though, honestly if it had only been Clark and the driver in the car and Sam had not been there Dean probably would be in Lex’s lap by now.
But Sam was there and no matter how much of an exhibitionist Dean was, having sex in front of his little brother was a bit disturbing.
Lex was proud of how calm he was managing to be. Jason in front of him, and yes he hadn’t returned the hug but he’d probably been just as shocked as Lex had been that he’d been doing that.
Plus there was the other one to think about, Sam Winchester had been wide-eyed with confusion. Then anger.
He thought it might be a good idea to separate the two while he talked to Jason and it was probably a good thing that Clark was with him because he could keep Sam occupied while Lex figured out what they were doing (had done) to Jason.
“Clark why don’t you take Sam to the library while I talk to Jason,” a nice safe location. The few objects that could be used as weapons were safely behind glass.
Jason stiffened and Sam tried to tug his arm out of the hand that Clark had wrapped around his arm.
“Now wait a minute,” he started. All blustering anger, still some confusion in there and Lex had to admit that the guy was either a good actor or had no clue what was going on.
Clark pulled him away and Jason remained silent at his side.
“I think you have me mixed up with somebody else,” Jason said, Lex just eyed him with a raised eyebrow and walked towards his study. Jason following behind him.
“Are you okay?” Lex asked, then winced because that hadn’t been what he’d meant to ask. Not in the least.
Jason raised an eyebrow at him, then tried to drink from the coffee cup he still had in hand. He looked vaguely mournful that it was gone and Lex could remember Jason drinking six cups a day and always looking that sad when each cup was done.
He set the cup on the edge of Lex’s desk, Lex rolled his eyes and threw it away. When he offered more it would be in an actual cup and not the Styrofoam monstrosity.
The added bonus to that was it would help Lex minimize how much caffeine Jason was imbibing.
“No really, I think you have me mixed up with somebody else. I’m not who you think I am,” Jason said again. An earnest ‘trust me, I’m telling you the truth’ look on his face. Possibly one that Jason had learned or stolen from Clark because they looked vaguely similar.
Lex shook his head.
“I know that you’re confused Jason, I have the best doctors in the world on standby just waiting for my call so we can figure out what they’ve done to you.”
“That’s really not necessary, I’m not Jason Teague, and…”
“I don’t think I ever mentioned what Jason’s last name was,” Lex smirked, Jason frowned.
“Sam mentioned it, I’m not him, Lex.”
“And I’m positive that I never told you my name.”
“I read the tabloids. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just go retrieve my brother from wherever you’ve stashed him and we’ll get out of your way.”
“You’re not going anywhere Jason,” Lex said emphatically, he rounded the desk, bumping his chair out of the way with his leg. Picking up the large yellow envelope and dumping its contents out.
“You know kidnapping is a federal offense,” Jason muttered even as he walked toward the desk.
He stared at the photos of him, of John and Sam Winchester. He picked up the one that Lex had spent hours looking at.
Grainy, enhanced as far as the best labs in the world could enhance it.
John Winchester carrying him from the Teague house, unconscious, blood on his face.
“You don’t know what you’re messing with,” Jason said softly.
“I know that you are Jason Teague, I know that you were taken against your will from the house you lived in with your mother. I know that it took me far to long to find you, and that nothing you say will convince me that you aren’t who I know you are.”
“My name isn’t Jason Teague.”
Lex smiled, came back around the desk. Whatever they’d done hadn’t been brainwashing, there was no amnesia. Jason remembered him, remembered himself. Just wouldn’t admit to it.
He stood in front of Jason and touched him, hand as gentle as he could make it on Jason’s cheek because he didn’t want to spook him and have to chase him down once more.
“You’re safe here,” he promised. Then kissed him, it took only seconds for Jason’s mouth to open under his, for Jason to kiss him back. Hands gripping his hips, pulling him in tight.
He pulled back when Clark cleared his throat in the doorway.
“Yes, Clark?”
“It’s been ten minutes,” Clark rolled his eyes at him, behind him Sam had an expression on his face that couldn’t figure out what it wanted to be. Jason was flushed and not looking at any of them.
“Right,” he squeezed Jason’s arms then walked back around his desk.
“Why don’t you tell me what you and your father did to Jason?”
Sam ignored him, instead focusing on Jason. Squeezing past Clark who still stood in the doorway to walk further into the room.
“Dean?”
Jason managed a smile for him, patted his arm. “It’s okay Sammy. It’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah? Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you’re a glass half empty kind of guy, I’m preferring to look at the bright side of things.”
“There’s a bright side of things?” Sam sounded skeptical.
“No more lying, granted I kind of hoped dad would be the one telling you and I’d be like three states away when it happened, but…” he glanced over at Lex. “Beggars can’t be choosers and you can’t always get what you want.”
“Tell us what they did to you, I’ll even promise to not hurt them to much,” Lex said.
“Let my brother go.”
“See that would be a stupid move on my part, since he’s pretty much my only guarantee that you’re not going to try and run out the door.”
“You hurt him and you’ve got no leverage.”
“Dean, why are you talking to Lex Luthor like you know him?” Sam sounded confused and not happy about it in the least.
“The truth isn’t always what you want it to be.”
“Jason…”
“Why do you keep calling him that, his name is Dean. D.E.A.N. It’s only one syllable, stop calling him Jason,” Sam exploded, angry and defiant. Jason smirked at him.
“Sammy, relax.”
“Relax? Relax?! Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I’m saying relax because it is my name,” Jason looked like he wanted to be anywhere instead of where he was.
“What?” Sam and Clark at the same time, Lex sat back in his chair and smirked because he loved being right.
“Jason Dean Winchester. My full name, I just choose to not use the Jason.”
Or maybe not.
“Winchester? Not Teague?” Lex queried.
“Not on my birth certificate anyway,” Dean walked across the room, flopped down on the couch heavily, hand over his eyes like if he couldn’t see the room then the room couldn’t see him.
“Dean…”
“Genevieve Teague was my mother.”
Sam stared at him as if he thought he’d lost his mind.
“Dean… why would you… she’s not your mother.”
“Dad took me to meet her when I was six,” Dean rubbed his hands across his jeans; Lex moved from behind the desk over to him, sat down next to him and stopped the movement by lying his own over it, trapping it. “He knew her, knew who she was. She had a birth certificate and…” Dean laughed hollowly, didn’t look at anyone.
“Jason Dean Winchester, born to John Winchester and Genevieve Teague… she wouldn’t even marry him, didn’t want to sully the good Teague name.”
Sam’s eyes widened, puzzle pieces that he didn’t even know he had probably fitting together and painting a really dark, fucked up picture. “When dad and you went off, when you left me with Pastor Jim.”
“She had a day here or there, dad was always there because… she scared me. I didn’t know her,” Dean tried to explain. He’d never been able to explain it to dad, how Genevieve just felt wrong to him. Never mind the fact that she tried to get him to call her mom after they’d only known each other for an hour.
“I was nine when she managed to get a full week, dad couldn’t stop it. I’m not sure what she threatened him with.”
“Camp Ottawata, you locked yourself in our bedroom for two hours when you came home.”
“Fun days on the beach, we rode horses and made S’mores and sang songs by the campfire,” Dean muttered sarcastically.
“Why were you in Smallville living with her if you hated her?” Clark asked. He was sitting on the desk, he ignored Lex’s scowl and had his gaze focused on Dean.
“She threatened Sammy,” Dean said quietly, shifting his gaze to his hands. They were less threatening then Sam pissed off because Dean had been trying to do what he’d been doing since he was 4 and protecting his sorry ass.
He could feel Lex’s hand against his back, rubbing small circles.
“She couldn’t touch dad, or me. But she knew us, knew that we had you locked up in the equivalent of a supernatural Fort Knox but that some idiot on the street could pull a gun and you’d be toast. She said she’d do it. Hire somebody to hurt you, to kill you. I couldn’t…” he shook his head.
Sam touched his knee. “Dean.”
“You and dad, that’s all that’s left.”
“Hey dad… its me… I, uh… just wanted to let you know that Sammy knows… You know about Genevieve. You should probably call me.”
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Date: 2006-12-05 10:29 pm (UTC)Yes!
I love your stories.
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Date: 2006-12-06 01:27 am (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2006-12-06 08:19 am (UTC)Yours is the only stories I have seen that combined SPN and Smallville so effortlessly, or rather Jason and Dean. And Lex/Dean, yum! What's not to like?
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Date: 2006-12-06 05:59 pm (UTC)thank you for sharing it :D!!
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