John raced to the motel room door, fear for the safety of his sons spurring him to run fast enough to potentially draw attention to himself. The fear for his sons was causing him to flirt with falling into a state of reckless panic. He had tried calling both  Sam and Dean numerous times, but neither had answered their phones. He knew that they would not be ignoring his call out of spite. He had trained them to answer when he called, no matter how they might be feeling about him. He had also trained them to be light sleepers, so it was unlikely that they simply could not hear the phones. Their phones were of the utmost importance in their line of work. Thoughts of blood, death, and flames sprang to his mind, uninvited and unwanted.

            The last he had heard from his sons was when Dean had left a number of increasingly frantic messages on his cell phone. Apparently Sam had become victim of some kind of spell, the messages where choppy in bits, so John never caught the whole story at one time. It was only when he heard the last message that he had even found out what kind of spell it was. A lust spell. If Dean had not sounded so outright scared, John would have probably written off the spell as being socially awkward. Weaker love spells tended to run those veins and only last for a short amount of time. It was common for unskilled witches to attempt to snare the men they wanted with said spells.  A stronger lust spell, however, was  the kind of spell that could, and most likely would, turn violent quickly. It turned people into rapists. John knew of a hunter that had not only turned into a rapist after falling under the affects of said spell, but whose temper became more ferocious.  He became a man that would kill for the slightest infraction. The spell had gone on too long to be resolved peacefully, causing the hunting community of have to put down one of their own.  He would have rather died than have Sam turn into such a man and meet such a fate.

            When John had gotten the last message from Dean, he was a 15 hour drive from the location Dean had said they were staying. John managed to calm down enough to obtain the supplies that were commonly needed in ending the more serious lust spells and then hit the road. He managed to get to their hotel in 10 hours. How he had managed not to get pulled over, he was not certain. He chalked part of it up to the late hour and lack of traffic. Dean had also chosen a motel on the outskirts of town. A smart choice if he was going to have to attempt to restrain his larger, and potentially violent, younger brother.

            When John reached their room’s door, he had himself under enough control that he did not kick the door down. That would call more attention to himself. And since it was seven in the morning, it was entirely likely that people would be awake, even if it was a Saturday. When no one answered his knocking, he dug out a lock pick. It took only a moment for him to get the door to swing open. He quickly stepped in, closing the door behind him, hoping that he would not be greeted with blood and gore.

            When he turned around, he could have sworn he felt his brain explode. There was Sam and Dean, both sleeping soundly. More than soundly, they were pretty much dead to the world. Sam was wrapped around Dean. More specifically a naked Sam was wrapped around a naked Dean. Well, they did have a sheet around their lower halves, but John knew naked when he saw it.

            As the scene sunk in, he slumped against the door. This was not the outcome that he had expected. Joy at seeing Dean a little worse for wear, were those hickeys, but alive was warring with the aversion to seeing his sons naked together. He silently crept toward the bed and gently laid a hand on Sam’s neck, checking his pulse. Sam seemed fine enough. There were minimal injuries to the parts of his body that John could see and it was rather common for the victim of a lust spell to sleep for an extended period of time after working the effects from his system. It was also common for his partner in said activities to sleep for just as long.

            When Sam never stirred during his cursory examination of his well being, John decided to check over Dean as well. It was more difficult since Sam was not only spooned up behind Dean, but had also had his long limbs wrapped around his older brother. The parts of Dean that John could see were covered with love bites, hickeys, and fingertip shaped bruises that seemed to center on his hips and wrists.

            After John had ascertained that both of his son’s were safe, took in the state of the room. Plainly put, it looked like a war zone. Dean’s clothes were in tatters and littered the room. Obviously, his older son had put up a bit of a fight, at least until he realized that it would just cause Sam to get more violent and would exacerbate the effects of the spell. Taking a deep breath John left the room, making sure to lock the door.

            John took his cell phone out of his pocket and called Dean’s cell phone. He could hear the phone ringing inside the room. When he was directed to voicemail, he left a message, telling Dean that he had gotten delayed on his way to their motel and that he would be there in an hour or so and that he would be stopping for breakfast first, since it had been more than a day since he had last eaten. Dean was to call him immediately if the problem was more pressing.

            As he hung up, John heard movement from inside the room. Spotting a truck stop across from the motel, he made his way over there for breakfast. He was going to work on forgetting what he saw unless his sons brought it up. As far as he was concerned, Dean had done what was necessary to take care of his younger brother and Sam was not responsible for his actions. He knew that his sons would join him for breakfast and the incident would not be spoken of. Ever. Denial was part of the Winchester tradition.

This is just a test post to make sure that everything is running smoothly with this account.  My first fic should be posted before the weekend.