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Torn Between Two Lovers Chp. 2B

Title: Torn Between Two Lovers
Author: Dee
Chapter: 2B/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC/Sam
Genre: Threesome – Angst, Threesome – Drama, Threesome – Episode-Related Scene, Threesome – Established Relationship, Threesome – Hurt/Comfort, and Threesome – Romance
Disclaimer: The title for my navel lint hasn’t arrived yet so please do not sue. This piece is meant for entertainment purposes only with no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Alex is stuck between Dean and Sam during the year of the Crossroad’s Demon’s deal.
Series: Why We Fight
Author’s Note: I’m getting back to the story line here for a bit here. I figured it would be interesting to see how she reacts to the boys fighting about Sam saving Dean’s life, Dean finally deciding that he wants to try to live and wanted to take a crack at the boys separating like they did during Time Is On My Side. Each of the stories under the Why We Fight Series are one-shots. They do not tie into each other so enjoy them separately.
Spoilers: Season Three episodes; specifically Mystery Spot.

They were back in the diner, Sam and Dean were discussing the information that Sam had dug up on Dexter Hasselback and Alex was rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. Sam might have been the one to actually relive the day but on some level, Alex was aware of what was happening too. It was taking a toll on her moods, her appetite, her appearance and her physical state.

She was somber. She had lost weight over the Tuesdays that had gone by, her muscles were more sharply etched in her body. Her skin wasn’t as tanned as it had been and she had dark rings under her eyes. More and more bruises and aches were appearing all over her body. What irritated her most was that even though it was the same Tuesday for her, she knew more days than she could count had gone by because she felt like she hadn’t worked out in forever. She was losing her edge and it pissed her off.

As they were leaving the diner, Sam noticed something about one of the diner patrons. He hesitated beside Alex, mumbling something about strawberry syrup while she hurried to catch up to Dean. And then…the day started over.

They were back in the diner. Sam kept his eyes on the man at the bar. He was tense, ready to spring at any moment and Alex could see it, feel it.

"So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?"

"Eat your breakfast," Sam glanced at him quickly before his eyes returned to the man. He rose off his stool and walked out. As soon as the door shut, Sam grabbed a paper bag from the table and followed him out with Alex right on his heels.

"What’s in the bag?" Dean called out but received no response. He stood up, threw a few bills on the table and followed his family.

"Hey!" the man said in a startled voice when Sam grabbed him from behind and pinned him to a fence, a wooden stake at his throat. "Hey."

"I know who you are," he stared daggers into his eyes. "Or should I say what?"

"My God, please, don’t kill me."

"Uh, Sam…"

"It took me a hell of a long time, but I got it," Sam hissed in anger.


"It’s your MO that gave you away, going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don’t they?"

"Uh, sure, okay," the man said in fear. "Just put the stake down."

"Sam, maybe you should…"

"No!" he yelled at Dean. "There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing, making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops. In fact, you’d pretty much have to be a God. You’d have to be a Trickster."

"Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife’s name is Amelia; I’ve got two kids. For crying out loud, I sell ad space!"

"Don’t lie to me! I know what you are!" Sam yelled, pressing the stake into his neck. "We’ve killed one of your kind before!"

"Actually, bucko, you didn’t," he grinned when his face transformed into the image of the man they went against before.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You’re joking right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this?"

"What about Hasselback?" Dean asked. "What about him?"

"That putz? He said he didn’t believe in wormholes so I dropped him in one," he laughed maniacally. "Huh? Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you?" Sam said in a low, menacing tone. "Killing Dean over and over again?"

"One, yes, it is fun. And two—this is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam, and her," he tilted his head at Alex. "Watching your brother die every day," he smiled at Sam while Dean shifted uneasy eyes between his brother, Alex, and the Trickster. "Forever." He slid his gaze to the seething woman with them. "You, wearing yourself down to nothing, feeling his death, his pain every day and dying inside without him. Forever."

"What’s he talking about, Lex?" Dean asked with a furrowed brow.

"Show them, sweetheart," the Trickster grinned when she shook her head no. "I’ll help you then," he pointed at her shirt and it opened down the center revealing the angry, purple and red marks on her flesh.

"Lex!" Dean’s mouth fell open in shock. She pulled the fabric back together but they both had seen what she’d been hiding.

"You son of a bitch," Sam growled.

"How long will it take you to realize you can’t save your brother…no matter what?" the Trickster’s eyes settled on the enraged Sam and tilted his head towards Alex. "You prepared to lose her too? Because I can tell you, she won’t survive long living with his mortal wounds. Look at her, she’s dying already but refuses to give in. She’s just like you, Sam, no wonder you’re in love with her."

"Oh yeah? I kill you this all ends now," Sam said through a tight throat.

"Oh hey!" the Trickster backpedaled. "Okay. Okay, look. I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine; you’re out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it’ll be Wednesday. I swear."

"You’re lying."

"If I am, you know where to find me, having pancakes at the diner."

Sam glanced at Dean before his eyes flicked to Alex’s hard glare. He saw her answer there before he looked back to the Trickster. "No. Easier to just kill you."

"Sorry, kiddo. Can’t have that," he snapped his fingers.


"But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time."

Sam and Alex shot awake to a different tune. They sat up, Sam glanced at the bed beside them looking for Dean.

"What, are you gonna sleep all day?" he was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth.

"No Asia," Sam said on a breath.

"Yeah, I know. This station sucks," Dean grumbled while he moved into the bedroom.

Sam glanced at the clock radio beside the bed and gasped. "It’s Wednesday!"

"Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday," Dean mumbled while he finished his teeth. "Turn that thing off, would you?"

Sam ignored him, threw off the blankets and smiled at Alex. "This isn’t the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard?" he said in a rush.

"Today, it is," she returned his smile. "Any other day, I’d puke."

"What are you kidding? Jeez, how many Tuesdays did you have?"

"I don’t know," Sam pulled on a shirt, shaking his head. "I lost count. Hey, wait. What do you remember?"

"I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday," Dean said plainly. "I remember running into the Trickster. But no, that’s about it."

"All right, pack your stuff. Let’s get the hell out of town – now."

"No breakfast?"

"No breakfast."


Sam and Alex quickly packed the rest of their things before they heard a gunshot. "Dean!" They ran outside as a unit to find him bleeding on the ground behind the Impala. Alex saw a man running off and was tempted to follow but stayed with her love. "No. No. No. Not today," Sam lifted him up. "This isn’t supposed to happen today. Come on," he shook him and closed his eyes. "I’m supposed to wake up," he whispered sadly to Alex, who cried over her dead lover.


One day was the same as the next once he was gone. They weren’t reliving the same day over and over like they had when the Trickster locked them in the loop but there wasn’t anything special left in their days to distinguish one day from the next.

After they built Dean’s funeral pyre, they spiraled into depression. Sam nursed Alex’s wounds until she recovered physically from the wounds Dean suffered from each of his deaths. They both cried a lot during any time of day or night. Sometimes just thinking of something he did or said or would say in a particular situation would set them off. They spent a majority of their time in each other’s arms, giving the other as much comfort as they could. It lasted until the next job came along.

They threw themselves into the hunt, the job, and nothing else except revenge. Sam spent all his time searching for the next threat and driving them there to deal with it. Alex spent all her time working out until she was slim, lean, and meaner than she’d ever been. They both became as ruthless as any two people in the world could be. In the back of his mind, Sam remembered something he thought over a year ago. The light had left their lives, Dean; he was the one that balanced everything out.

They hardly spoke anymore. On the job, they worked as a well-oiled machine, never needing to say a word yet moving in tandem as if they could read each other’s minds. They were brutal in their work, neither of them caring about the hosts the demons occupied. Alex was vicious in her attack to keep Sam from harm while Sam exorcised the evil within. They walked away without a backwards glance when it was over.

In what little downtime they had, they ate in silence, occasionally glancing at the meal that was set out for their missing loved one. They cleaned their weapons. Alex had taken to using a sword, a samurai that she wore in a scabbard across her back. She was extremely proficient with it, deadly accurate. They patched up their own wounds and both of them received their fair share but Sam could swear that Alex was on the worse end of that deal. She was a fixed weapon in the line of Sam and any fire coming his way.

They remained intimate but they didn’t make love in the traditional sense. Their bedroom activities were as primal as their lives had become. They were rabid in their need to possess each other. Sam branded her with his mark all over her body with his teeth; Alex scored hers into his flesh with her nails. He drove into her body, taking her from every position known to man and woman, and Alex gave herself to him without reservation.

When they reached fulfillment, Sam would carry his woman to the shower where they would wash each other in silence and then retire to their bed. Sam would wrap his large frame around her small one and shield her from the evils in the dark, whether that was physical harm or the nightmares she had been plagued with since Dean’s passing. She protected him during the day or on the job and he protected her at night in their room when she was vulnerable, asleep.

They waited, biding their time until finally they got a lead.

"It’s good to see you, boy," the old hunter hugged him but backed away quickly, deciding not to stay near him or get close to Alex when every muscle in her body tensed. She was like a weapon at Sam’s disposal that tended to act by itself for his benefit. She was nothing like she was when he first met her.

"What are we doing here, Bobby?"

The rest of the conversation was a blur to Alex. She listened to Sam; almost mechanically go through the paces before he lost his temper. She knew everything he was thinking and didn’t question him once even when he stabbed his friend in the back.

He faltered when nothing happened for a moment but then the body disappeared. "You’re right. I was just screwing with you," the Trickster smiled after the stake flew to his hand. "Pretty good, though, Sam. Smart. Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands." He laughed. "Holy full metal jacket."

"Bring him back," he said in a desperate voice.

"Who Dean? Didn’t my girl send you the flowers? Dean’s dead. He ain’t coming back. His soul is downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak."

"Just take us back to that Tuesday…Wednesday when it all started. Please. We won’t come after you. I swear," he pleaded.

"You swear."


"I don’t know. Even if I could…"

"You can," Sam said quickly.

"True…but that don’t mean I should. Sam, there’s a lesson here that I’ve been trying to drill into that freakish Cro-Magnon skull of yours."

"Lesson? What lesson?"

"This obsession to save Dean," he said in frustration. "The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other, nothing good comes from it, just blood and pain. Dean’s your weakness. The bad guys know it too. He’s gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just got to let people go."

"He’s my brother."

"Yep, and like it or not this is what life’s gonna be like without him."

"Please. Just…" he trailed off while the Trickster furrowed his brows at him. "Please."

"I swear, it’s like talking to a brick wall," the demi-god stared at the ceiling before he looked at the pain on Sam’s face. "Okay look, this all stopped being fun months ago. You’re Travis Bickel in a skirt, pal. I’m over it," he said as he moved to the door.

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that’s for me to know and you to find out," he pointed at them and snapped his fingers.


"But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time."

Sam and Alex shot awake to a different tune. They sat up, Sam glanced at the bed beside them looking for Dean.

"What, are you gonna sleep all day?" he was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. "I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

"It’s Wednesday," Sam said in an exhausted tone.

"Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday," Dean mumbled while he finished his teeth. "Turn that thing off." Sam pushed the covers off, crossed to his brother and pulled him into a hug, leaving Dean slightly uncomfortable. "Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?" he said quickly in his embrace.

"Enough," he breathed heavily before he released Dean. "Wait. What do you remember?"

"I remember you were pretty whacked out yesterday," Dean looked up into his brother’s eyes. "I remember catching up with the Trickster. But no, that’s about it."

"Let’s go."

"No breakfast?" Dean asked with wide eyes.

"No breakfast," Sam smiled.

"All right. I’ll pack the car," Dean turned to leave not noticing both Sam and Alex’s heads snapping up as he did.

"Wait," he caught his arm. "You’re not going anywhere alone."

"It’s the parking lot, Sam."

"Just trust me."


"Hey, you don’t look so good. Something else happen?" Dean asked from the door with his duffel in hand.

Sam glanced at Alex, who gave him a wan smile. "I just had a really weird dream," he whispered, looking into her sad eyes.

"Clowns or midgets?"

They both turned to see his smiling face, their light, their life.


"Alex?" Sam whispered to her while they lay in bed waiting for Dean to get out of the shower. "What do you remember?" he asked when she turned her tired eyes to his.

"I remember it all. I’ve still got the bruises to show for it," she rolled on to her side and stared at his chest. "I remember him lying there on the ground, the life gone from his eyes. I remember watching the flames take him. I remember crying for more days than I can count while you held me," her gaze flicked up to his for a second. "I remember losing myself, becoming nothing but death to anyone or anything but you."

"I remember it all too," he closed his eyes, thinking back to those months without Dean. "It was like living in a nightmare with no end. I couldn’t think of anything but the next kill and finding the Trickster."

"You were sexy as hell as a bad ass hunter," she smirked up at him.

"You amazed me too, took my breath away when I watched you in action," he said softly when he tilted up her chin to look in her eyes. "You scared the shit of me but you were so beautiful. I feel like an ass for saying that since I know you were dead inside but it’s the truth."

"I can’t explain it but I was anything but dead," she narrowed her eyes, thinking on how she felt then. "A large part of my heart was dead but I lived for you, to kill for you," her obsidian gaze pierced his soul and for a brief moment, Sam saw the woman she transformed into there. "We were so connected, we didn’t need words. You thought it and I did it. Nothing existed for me outside of you."

"I know we didn’t say anything to each other for a long time but I want you to know that it wasn’t just the job for me," his sad eyes danced between hers. "I never stopped loving you despite how I treated you."

"I wasn’t arguing, Sam. I would’ve burned them all from this world for you, in his memory and not given it a thought," she looked almost ashamed as she said that before she focused on his intense eyes. "And just for the record, I always loved you too."

"The way we were with each other," he blushed from the memories. "Do you regret the way I was with you?" he asked uncertain that he wanted the answer. He released the breath he was holding when she shook her head no. Sam lost himself within those eyes, rolling their bodies until he was settled over her. "I love you, Alex," he whispered against her lips before his tongue delved into her mouth.

Dean stood quietly just inside the bathroom door, leaning hard against the wall while he absorbed the conversation he just overheard. Sam and Alex sounded like they went through the wringer without him. His brother lost himself within the job and Alex became his weapon. All of that happened because he was gone.

He was about to ask Sam what he meant by ‘the way he was with her’ until he gazed back into the room to find his brother driving himself into her body like it was the last time they would ever be together. Alex’s legs were draped over his shoulders, her knees pressed to her chest while Sam’s pelvis slapped against her ass.


Dean had never seen his brother so…passionate in his lovemaking to Alex before. Sam was taking his pleasure and fueled by his lust. Dean watched him pull out of her, flip her over on to her hands and knees and drive his length back into her. He held her chin in the palm of his hand, bit her cheek before he nibbled his way to her neck and left his mark on her. Sam pistoned his hips against her for several minutes before he withdrew from her pussy and drove his length into her tight anus. Alex threw her head back, fanning her hair over her back, her mouth gasping as he filled her ass repeatedly with his thick cock.

Dean got a brief glimpse of how his death changed things between his brother and lover. To the casual observer, they were having some incredibly kinky and passionate sex but Dean knew better. He knew his brother occasionally got carried away with Alex but he almost always made love to her, tender love. What he was seeing here was almost rutting like animals would do.

His eyebrows shot to his hairline when Sam pulled Alex up on to her knees against his chest. He gripped her breasts in his large hands, biting her neck and shoulders. Alex reached behind him to rake her nails along his thighs and ass. They carried on for a few more minutes before Sam shook his head, clearing his mind from the haze. He pulled his length out of her body, lay her down on her back, and eased back into her quivering depths.

"I don’t want us to be that way, Alex," he said with tears in his eyes. "I want us to be the way we’re supposed to be."

"Then he has to stay alive and we’ll make sure he stays that way," she dried the tears on his cheeks with her thumbs before she kissed him softly on his lips.

Sam stared into her dreamy eyes, smiled softly and made love to her like he usually did, slow and with care. They felt their bodies begin to thrum with the pounding of their hearts until Alex clenched Sam’s length within her pussy and convulsed around him. It was all it took for him to jerk his release into her body.

Dean stared into the bedroom with sad but loving eyes. He watched his little brother roll to her side, pull her against his body and wrap around her like a protective shield. ‘Was this the way it was for them?’ he thought with regret. ‘Will it be like this again when I’m gone?’ He made his way into the bedroom, slipped in next to Alex and glanced down into her eyes. "I want you both to know that I love you," his eyes went to Sam’s. "I can only imagine what the two of you went through after…you know and I’m sorry."

"There’s nothing to be sorry for, Dean," Sam said lightly.

Alex glanced over her shoulder into Sam’s eyes before she looked back at Dean. "I won’t ever really know what happened with you two after I died," Dean averted his gaze to her hand that was clasped in Sam’s before he glanced at the bruises that still mottled her skin. "I don’t think I can bear to ask and you shouldn’t tell me but I know it had to be hard."

"Dean, baby," she brought his gaze back to hers with her free hand on his cheek. "We love you too and trust me, we won’t ever tell you what became of us after we lost you."


Dean was asleep pressed against Alex’s side when he heard her whimpers. He slowly drew awake when she began to thrash beside him. When his vision cleared, he looked at his lady. She was asleep and gripped within a nightmare. He glanced up at his brother, who was holding her tight in his arms. "Sam?" he whispered with worry in his eyes.

Sam shook his head no. "There’s nothing that helps ‘cept to hold her until it’s over," he said sadly. "She won’t wake up no matter how hard you try."

"Was it like this the whole time I was…"

"Yeah," Sam struggled to keep a hold of her. "Shh, baby," he whispered in her ear.

"It’s okay, Lex," Dean said in a strained voice. "I’m right here, baby."

Dean moved closer to Alex, wrapping his arm over her midsection, pressed up against her back. She continued to cry in her sleep until on some level, she registered his hands on her as well as Sam’s and began to calm down. The brothers exchanged painful glances while they kept her safely sandwiched between them. Several minutes later, her steady breathing lulled them to join her in sleep.




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May. 26th, 2008 11:15 am (UTC)
Wow, I've finally found the time to read this. I've had kind of a busy weekend.

I totally adore the last day of this part. Dean learning what Sam and Alex had gone through without him, that's awesome. I must say I really don't want him to die. That is heartbreaking.
Jun. 10th, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked! The last part is up and its 4 parts. Also a new POV fic from Dean after the events of this chapter.
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