Supernatural: Outer Beings
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Chapter 13: Three Words for Ya.
" So, are you okay?" Sam asked, as we were waiting for our food. Dean had gone to the bathroom. We were on our way to...not sure. It was morning/night. It was morning/night and you'd think we'd be sleep at 1:30, but no, not us. You'd think I'd be shocked at the seediness of the bar or the lateness, but I wasn't.
" We're in a freaky bar, you and Sam saw...Angels? And I blew up my childhood home..." I said causually, " Oh, and my ex is about to sleep with some werewolf skank. I'm peachy." I said, hanging my leg over the back of my chair and slinking down awkwardly into it.
" I'm not going to sleep with some werewolf." Sam said quickly, blushing.
I chuckled, " You're gonna have hot, wolfy sex and I'm good with that. I mean, I got kissed by your brother." I said, severely indifferent.
Sam adjusted himself, " I...don't know what to say to that." he said, still trying to find a comfy place in the chair.
" I can't believe Andrew go boom." I said, changing the subject.
Sam chuckled and looked up at me seriously, " I love you." he said.
I stopped laughing and looked dow, " Sammy, our relationship has so many 'I'm not gonna's' in it, that I'm not gonna go there." I said, sadly.
" I get what you're saying, but it's not because you want Dean, right?" Sam asked. I just smirked, " Oh." he said.
" No," I said finally, " Ever thought about a threesome?" I asked.
Sam wrinkled his nose, " No. At least not one that involved my brother." he snapped.
" You guys wouldn't have to touch each other and...no. That's not the reason I'm not going there." I said honestly, " But the threesome thing is a real proposal." I smirked.
" A threesome?" Dean asked, walking up behind us, " Is Paris Hilton at it again?" he joked, joining the converstaion.
" That's hot." I smirked, watching the waiter sit down the food. When he sat down the food, we immediately inhaled it without any hesitation.
" Have you seen him?" Darrow asked, flashing Dean's picture, " Or him?" he asked, flashing Sam's picture.
Ms. Jacobs, the neighbor, admitted to seeing a black car parked outside the house a few days ago. She was the nosiest old lady on the block. She had been a " Fine, upstanding" christian since she was six, despite pushing Susan Wallace's face into the mud when she was five. Ms. Lindsay Jacobs, widowed twice, four kids and a dog. She was the Bree of the neighborhood and very old despite only being fourty-five years old. She had never been nosy, just "Concerned" for the well-being of others. She had been awoken by the explosion days ago. Police had been on her block for an entire two weeks! Not that she had anything to hide, but it was a disturbance. Murder! The family that had lived there years ago had been a strange one indeed. The father was never home, leaving the poor boy alone. There was a boy, did she mention that? The boy was a good boy, a little strange, peculiar...just plain weird, but what kid wasn't nowadays? Then there was the mom...died in a, um, what do you call it? Implosion? Or at least that's what the word around town was. They say that the fire started inside, which it did appear to, but they never found a source. The damage was just too awful. Then the dad died nearly a year and a half ago. Still remember the funeral. Ms. Jacobs had gone to see the boy and found some man carting him off. Ms. Jacobs instinctually thought this was because he had gone crazy, but this wasn't so. Apparently, these " Winchesters" were bad news and she felt guilt at first, then the overwhelming need to get the child back. To be honest, she'd thought she'd seen someone in the house, she thought it was a new resident and didn't have time to fully inspect the person, what with her having to go out of town right away. Such a lovely house, blown away. Such a crisis. That was the story she told Darrow. He was pleased to learn such things and obliged, returning to his car under the guise of an officer. He had gone a bit further, he was immitating a human, too. He sat in his car, smiling to himself, making it known that he'd be the one to finally catch the humans causing so much trouble. The humans and the other. The warrior with the two. The other was with the two. The human was with the two. He'd make the threesome a nonesome soon enough.
" Hello, Agent Victor Hendrickson, Ms...Jacobs? Can you give me your statement?" he asked.
Ms. Jacobs turned to Darrow, but he was gone. She felt shaken, but recited her story again.
I sat on the bed, watchin Tyra Banks give an interview. I wondered why it was so "In" to be skinny. I mean, I'm skinny, give, but I eat like I'm dying soon...and I had really big friends and they were my best friends. Well not like, I could actually die anytime, but you get it. I hated it. Tyra setting the world straight was priceless. Good on her! I was laughing when Dean walked in.
" Wow, she's hot. If she lost a few pounds, she be..." Dean said, smirking at me. I raised my eyebrows and nodded, " What?" he asked.
" Weird to hear you say that." I said, truly confused.
Dean sat on the bed, " Why?" he asked.
I shifted, " Oh, not that you're a pig cause, hey, that's a given. Mostly cause you frenched me." I said quietly.
" Hey! I wasn't the only one, I seem to recall us buffing the Impala with our bodies." Dean said.
" And you even tried to 'be with me' after you got better," I chuckled, " It's no biggie." I said quickly.
" Tried? I so could have had you." he smiled.
I frowned, " Really? And why do you think that?" I asked.
" Look at me." he chuckled, " That and you wouldn't stop cleaning to look at me. You could barely stand to be in the same room as me, and you tackled me onto my car." he said.
I looked down at the bed at he bed, " So you did think about it." I smiled.
" Do." he said.
" I was alone." I said, causing him to look up at me, " In that house. With that trucker. On that block...in that neighborhood...then I met an old friend and he showed me that keeping the world safe is what I have to do and it has no bounds and it's unfair." I said sadly.
Dean grabbed my hand and I looked into his eyes, " We." he said, " It's what we are going to do. You're not alone." he said softly.
I shivered, " What is it about Winchester boys?" I asked, " Ever thought about a threesome?"
Dean chuckled, " What happened to your friend?" he asked.
I sighed, " I ended him." I said, causing Dean to look at me apologetically.
" I'm gonna keep you and Sam safe." Dean promised.
" You might have to kill Sam. And me, it's too late to be saved." I said, feeling the inside of his jacket, " It's time for us to start working without the nets." I said, leaning up to his face, then grabbing the flask out of his pocket and throwing it in the trash.
" Hey!" Dean protested.
" We're already drowning in the evil, we don't need anymore to drown in." I said, pressing my lips against his. He felt so warm and I was so cold. I'm not sure if I was just attracted this much to Winchesters or it was...sometimes I wanted to be voted off "Island Winchester" but sometimes, I felt that's where I belonged.
" Sam's just left." Dean moaned as I licked his neck.
" Then he won't be back before we finish." I smirked as he kissed my neck.
" He might." Dean smiled, lowering me to the bed, " Um, any particular positionS?" he asked.
" One." I smirked, laying on my stomach, then arching my ass upwards. He chuckled as fingered me, stretching my asshole. I moaned loudly, trying to keep myself under control, then I felt his finger retreat and his palms grasped my buttcheeks. I felt something slowly press my asshole, then there was serious pain!
" You okay?" Dean asked, slowly inserting his 8'inches into me.
" Oh yeah." I moaned as his whole 8' inches crept into me and he paused for a minute, leaning down to kiss my neck and nibble at my ear.
" You're so fuckin hot! You ready for me fuck that nice ass you got here?" he asked agressively.
I smirked, " Show me what you got." I smirked, liking this odd change.
Dean smirked and pulled me up and began to pound my asshole. It felt so good to have him pounding me and for a minute, I was lost in ectasy and loving it! We fucked for two hours, in various positions before I felt him tighten up.
" Oh yeah! Oh, fuckin yeah! I'm cummin!" Dean moaned as I bounced on his dick. He grasped the arms of the chair and laid farther back, gasping continually as he came inside me. The hot, stickiness made me so hot that I came.
I leaned back and kissed him.
" Ready to go again?" Dean asked.
I smiled and kissed him again.
" CHALIS" Dean's frantic voice boomed through theh room, " Have you seen Sam?" he asked. I rolled over and looked at him groggily, " I guess not. He's gone." he said, moving to the window.
I jumped from the bed, " As in 'missing'? We should call the poli...nevermind." I said quickly.
" no, I don't think so. I think he's just gone." Dean said irratably.
I frowned, " Why does he keep doin that?" I asked impatiently.
Dean shrugged, " maybe he's with the werewolf chick." he smiled at me.
" Maybe." I said, surveying the room. It didn't make me mad, I had made peace with Sam and the werewolf chick, " Wow...I did not know we were in the closet...or the shower...or," I turned up the bed sheet, " Under the bed."
Dean chuckled, " Don't worry, I'm sure the bed loved it." he said.
I smiled and grabbed my cell phone from the table, " I'll just call him and...Oh.' i said, staring at the phone.
" What does 'Oh' mean?" he asked.
I showed him the phone, " Oh means he's either broke it or turned it off." I said, watching his eyes go from the phone to me, " Don't worry, I'm sure it's just off. I'm sure he just went out ot get some...some...thing." I said, trying to sound as convincing as I could.
He looked at me nervously, " We need to find him." he said sitting on the bed beside me, " Maybe Ellen's heard from him."
" Maybe." I said, pausing at the shadow at the door, " Maybe that's Sam." I said, walking to the door. As I got to the door, a hole blew through it and I fell to the floor!
Darrow walked in and surveyed the room, looking between us, " You two?" He noticed us almost naked, " Having...hmm, sex with a minor...the justice in this is poetic. Where's the other one?" he asked, waving the gun about, trying to make sure Sam wasn't anywehere by. He stopped for a minute to listen to the sounds in the hotel, then sniffed the air and commented, " smells like torture."
"Who in the hell are you?" Dean asked, taking a step towards me.
" Stop!" Darrow said, causing Dean to stop," One more step and his brain will be all over the wall!" he smiled.
" Do I get a say in this?" I asked.
" No." Darrow smiled.
" what do you want?" I asked.
Darrow looked at me amused, " You won't care in a minute." he said idly, " You could say I'm a hunter in reverse."
" So, you're prey?" Dean asked.
Darrow frowned for the first time, "Keep talkin, bitch, but when you die this time, you're not coming back." he said seriously.
" Well that's rude." I spat, " I mean, first you burst in here and then you say you're gonna kill us? You're of the demon variety, right?" Darrow nodded, " I thought we were needed for the 'final' showdown."
" I'm not that kind. I don't give a shit about the end. At the end, it'll still be us." Darrow smirked. All the time he was talking, Dean had been inching to the lamp post and Darrow noticed, " STOP! DAMMIT, I SAID STOP!" he shouted, walking to Dean. As he passed me, I kicked his legs from under him and he fell onto the nightstand, bumping his head.
Dean and I looked at each other, " Grab your stuff." he said, racing to pick his stuff up off the bed, " Where should we look first?"
" Deann. We have to find Sam before he does." I said frantically, " Where should we look first?"
" We?" he asked.
" Yes, remember, I'm not alone...If I'm not alone, neither are you." I said seriously.
" Look, I lo...need you to go somewhere safe so I can find Sammy and..." Dean stammered. I smiled at him, " What?" he asked.
" You were about to say that you..." I started.
" STOP!" he sneered.
"...Not a bad thing...is it? Is it bad to love me?" I asked. He didn't say anything, " Oh god, I'm a bad luck charm or something, aren't i?" I ranted.
The Impala pulled over and Dean kissed me passionately, " No. That word is scary. Dad, Mom...Sam." he said and I got it.
" Dean, Sam and I aren't going anywhere." I said softly, " Scary. that describes love, doesn't it."
" Yeah." Dean chuckled, " We need to get going." he said, strating the car.
" Yeah." I said disappointedly.
Dean smiled and leaned over to kiss me again, " I love you." he said, sceeching off.