Childhood Stranger

Playthings: Part 2

Danny woke up to a warm breath hitting his neck and his body being held firmly against a hard chest. The hunter let out a groan as the light from outside shone in hitting his face almost like it was demanding him to get up now, he chose to ignore it, turning away from the light and burying his face into Dean's chest. A hand came up to cup the back of his head pulling him closer, he didn't protest happy for the attention.

"This seems oddly familiar." The sound of Dean's morning voice sent a tingle through his body, it was deeper and held a certain roughness to it that his normal voice didn't have. The other hunter was right; this was familiar territory for the two.

"Are you gonna tease me like last time?" Danny asked, prying his eyes open to stare up at the others beautiful hazel eyes. The two stared at each other with adoration before Dean took control, leaning down slightly to connect their lips in a slow kiss, the smaller hunter hummed into the kiss moving to straddle the other. Though before he could a loud knock came from the door causing them to break apart and glance over at it.

"Maybe they'll go away." Dean muttered, pulling Danny back to him continuing where they left off. The smaller of the two remembered everything he had said to Dean last night about taking it slow and he knew not to take this any further. It was only a little make out session, what could go wrong? However, luck didn't seem to be on their side as the knocking turned to a persistent pounding on the door making them both groan.

"I'll go." The shorter of the two spoke up getting off the other as he crawled out of the bed throwing on Dean's flannel to cover his bare chest not knowing who was at the door. With an annoyed look on his face he unlocked the door pulling it open.

"What?" Danny snapped though his expression quickly changed when he noticed it was Sam at the door looking incredibly hung over as he leaned against the door frame to keep himself up. "Sammy I-I'm really sorry are you okay? Come in." The hunter was quick to usher the other into the room not caring that Dean was still laying in bed.

"I'll be fine." Sam told him with a groan as he came in stopping when he saw his brother lying shirtless in the bed, a dopey grin appeared on his face as he looked between the two though it disappeared quickly as he ran to the bathroom throwing up. Dean laughed from beside him while Danny walked over to his bag grabbing the painkillers that he'd been prescribed for the stab wound he got two out giving it to Sam as he left the room. "Thanks."

"I guess mixing Jager and Whiskey wasn't such a gang buster idea." Sam just glared at his brother as he swallowed the two pills. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?" Though he was talking to his brother, he was more preoccupied with watching Danny as the hunter tried to help Sam in any way he could. The youngest Winchester just groaned in response earning a nod. "You know there is a great hangover remedy its a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray." Danny giggled while Sam just groaned again.

"I hate you."

"I know you do."

Danny couldn't help, but smile as he watched the other two. "Okay enough teasing take him back to your room and get dressed, both of you we'll continue on the hunt after you're ready." The oldest got up following his orders leaving him alone in the single room to get dressed on his own, though he couldn't part with the stolen flannel. The shirt was too big on him though he could make it look a bit presentable. The hunter left his room heading over to the Winchester's to find they were both ready and waiting for him. After a short discussion they decided that the best place to check first was with Grandma Rose, the three hunters arrived at the door, the tallest knocking.

"Hello?" Sam called out as he knocked though they didn't receive an answer. "Susan?" Danny took out the two lock picking tools that had become a permanent future at this point, he never left on a hunt without them. With little effort he managed to get the door open and grimaced at the sight of the shelves lined with antique dolls. They had always creeped him out ever since he was younger. Though now wasn't the time, the three silently made their way upstairs till they met an end door, when they pushed it open they spotted a woman sitting in a wheelchair with her back turned to them. Sam was the one to step up trying to get the woman to talk with some gentle coaxing.