Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters but I do own Dante Finch and some of the others I will introduce later.
Warning: There will be Wincest, both light and graphic. Sam/Dean, related. Don't like, don't read. Just warning you. I also mention kinky things and blood play later, so if that bugs you, don't read, I don't want to offend anyone!
(This storyline features a new character I have created. His name is Dante Finch, a descendent of the Pheonix that Dean killed for his ashes in 'Frontierland'. I will have the boys showing up from time to time to visit him.
This story has a twist to it that will impact how we look at the Winchesters and believe me, it's a doozy.
Dante is a new hunter I created. Think of it, a hunter that is also 'special'. I won't tell you what makes him special, you have to read it to the end, it's worth it, I swear.
It is long I know, but I had to write out.
It does contain Wincest although I did not start out with wanting that in there. I think my muse has been reading too much Wincest lately; I'm going to have to ground her from that for a while.
Anyway please read all the way through, it is so worth the time. The end has a twist you would never expect. Plus I included a really hot sex scene that involves our boys, a tub, and sheets that barely cover them. You have to read to see for yourself.
Please let me know what you think of Dante Finch, too. I will be writing with him in some of my stories.)
Plot: Sam and Dean are called on by Bobby to meet up with another hunter to find out whose killing people in New Mexico. Once they meet up with hunter, their lives are bound to change! Will they stop the monsters before they can kill anymore people?
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Professor Steven Amherst was amazed at the site. The Mayan temple rose above him and he was in awe. A dust storm had uncovered this find and the authorities had called his department at the local college. Supernatural Studies was his specialty and he had been studying the Supernatural since he had been a kid. He used to be a Hunter but had used his knowledge to become a professor at a museum. There he had went on to becoming one of the foremost experts in Supernatural Studies, lecturing in colleges and other educational venues. The college here had offered him a permanent position teaching Supernatural Studies there. He jumped at it and now here he was, in a real Mayan temple.
He couldn't wait to see what was inside it.
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They got the call while traveling through Omaha. Bobby needed their help. They couldn't believe the case he needed them to work on. Why did they always get the weirder ones? They must be special.
"Boys, I need your help." Bobby sounding like he was seriously freaked.
"Sure, Bobby, anything." Dean didn't like it when Bobby was this upset.
"I need you to go to Paya, New Mexico right away." Bobby sounded like he needed this, like it was life or death.
"Sure thing, we'll head that way now. What's wrong?" Dean responded, worried about him.
"A close friend of mine I used to work with a long time ago has been murdered." Bobby sounded so lost.
"How?" The boys asked, putting him on speaker.
"He was decapitated. Thing ripped his head off and drank the blood as it poured from his neck." Bobby got quiet and then added, "It has happened to several others in the area as well. Pretty weird way to kill someone." The boys could swear they heard a muffled sniffle. Bobby was really torn up over this.
"Damn, Bobby. We'll head there right away. Any ideas of what could have done it?" Sam asked, poor Bobby losing a friend like that.
"No, but I'm looking into it. I wanna get this thing and tear it apart with my bare hands." Bobby was so angry now.
"No, Bobby, we'll take care of it for you." Dean said, knowing Bobby would be able to calm down better if he stayed there. He was too personally involved and too close to it.
"In that case, there's a hunter that has a home base there. His name is Dante Finch. I want you to work with him. He's worked the area for years, he will have information and contacts you will need to figure this out." Bobby ordered and Dean went quiet.
"We can do this. We don't need some other hunter." Dean insisted.
"Yes, you do. This one is going to be bad, boys." Bobby pleaded, "Please, just do this for me. I would worry a lot less if you had some back up on this one. So will you do this for me? Meet Finch and work out a plan. He's your backup, couldn't ask for better backup on a job." Bobby waited for the boys to agree, he was not budging on this one.
"Sure, Bobby, for you." Dean was not happy with this but he owed Bobby for all the times he had saved their butts. He would do this for their friend. "Where do we find this Finch guy?"
"Salinger's Bar, on West Tahoe St. Tell him Bobby is calling a favor." Bobby instructed them. Sam was already writing the information down and doing an online search for street maps of Paya, New Mexico. Within moments, he had downloaded a copy of the street map to his computer and saved it to a flash drive. "We need to find a library, Dean. I need to print out this map. We'll need it."
Dean pulled into the local library and let Sam go in. he lay back in his seat to wait for Sam's return. He figured it wouldn't take too long. He mentally went over the information that Bobby had given them and tried to tie it together. It didn't make sense. It sounded like a demon but then the blood drinking pointed at a Vampire.
Sam got into the car and showed him the map. He liked when Sam was organized, it made the research go so much faster. "Hey, Sam. Can you look up the address of that bar Bobby mentioned? "
Sam nodded and searched the white pages online and found the address. He wrote it down on top of the map. "I am going to go ahead and check out what is going on in Paya, New Mexico right now. It might give us a clue on where to start investigating." His long fingers clacked over the keys as Dean turned up his music and drove on to New Mexico.
"I found something." Sam announced, reading the article, Dean turned down the music, Sam's eyes followed the screen as he read, "A Mayan temple was found there. A dust storm uncovered it. Oh no…" Sam blanched, this was bad.
"What is it, Sam?" Dean asked, it was never good when Sam said, 'Oh, no…'
"There have been six deaths so far. The heads were torn off by hand, someone had to be very strong to do that. I'd say demon or vampire but these kill methods, don't fit just one of them." Sam rubbed his head, "The thing drank the blood as it poured from the neck not through fangs in the neck or anything like that."
"Maybe the vampire is doing it so there won't be fang marks. They get the blood and no nasty marks to give them away." Dean pointed out, his brow furrowed.
"Yeah, but Vampires would never announce their presence in such a gruesome way. They'd know it would attract Hunters." Sam pointed out the obvious, "They avoid this kind of exposure, they wouldn't do something to risk themselves in such a blatant way."
Dean sighed, Sam had a point. "Okay, if your logic is right, it probably wouldn't be a vampire. But a demon, why would it need to drink that much blood? Demons don't usually drink blood. So what else could it be?"
"Something new. Something that came from that temple, this all didn't start until that temple was uncovered by that dust storm." Sam mentioned.
"Why would a now dust storm expose it now? I don't believe in coincidence." Dean stated, "Something caused that dust storm to expose that temple. Something wanted that temple found and it wanted the creature or creatures let out." His gut screamed that this was all true.
"I would say creatures plural." Sam said, this case was getting weird. "That many deaths and one creature, the deaths occurred in a two day space of time. That is too many deaths for one creature to do in such a short time. There has to be more than one." Sam insisted, so he began to research the Mayan lore on gods and temples. He sighed at the results, there were too many results, he was going to have to narrow this down. He picked up the phone and called Bobby, maybe he could help whittle this list down with some research from his texts. He began to click links and see where they took him. This was like looking for a needle in the pile of frikkin needles.
"Sam, let's give it a break and get something to eat." Dean told his brother. He could tell he was getting frustrated and Dean wanted to help alleviate some of the frustration, besides he was starving and wanted a beer. Maybe he would let Sam drive after this and he would do the research from where Sam had stopped. Maybe it needs a fresh set of eyes. He knew exactly how to get Sam to go along with this, food.
They ordered their favorites, Dean's was a double bacon cheeseburger and fries and Sam picked a salad and a grilled chicken sandwich. Both chose cokes to drink. They talked while they ate, sifting through what Sam internet search had come up with.
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Dante Finch sat up and looked down at his bedmate, and cringed. She was cute but he had one problem with it. She was still here. He fell back onto his pillow and groaned, his head was splitting. What was her name again? Kay, Kara, Corine, something like that, at least he thought so. He could be wrong, they had drank a lot last night. He barely remembered it, ugh. He hated mornings like this. His phone went off and he rolled over to answer it.
"Hey, Bobby." He smiled into the phone.
"Hey." Bobby replied, and then broached the subject. "Whose covering his funeral costs?"
"Steven's? No one as far as I know." Dante grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around his waist tying it in a tight knot against his hip. His chiseled chest and abs glinting in the sun as it moved across the bedroom. He nudged the girl awake.
"Hold on, Bobby." He said and told the sleepy eye girl, "Sorry, sweetheart, it's time to go now." He motioned to her clothes on the floor. He then headed to the bathroom and grabbed some Tylenol. He palmed two tablets then added two more and dry swallowed them. His head ached. "Sorry, rough night last night."
"What was it, redhead, blonde, or brunette?" Bobby knew Dante well. He knew even Dean didn't match up to this guy in the drinking and man-whore department. If the man had a name for every line of his black book, he'd be on his sixth one. Bobby tried to chuckle but it fell short. His grief hitting him hard.
"Blonde this time." Dante grinned and chuckled that deep-throated laugh of his women loved so much.
"If I sent you the money, would you take care of the arrangements for me?" Bobby said softly. He owed his old friend this.
"No problem, Bobby. You really don't have to. I'd pay it for you if you want me to. I know you don't really have it right now." Dante held the phone balanced between his shoulder and his jaw line so he could talk to Bobby while he scrambled some eggs for his breakfast. His bacon simmering on the grill nearby. He put down the bowl and put in a couple pieces of toast. His eyes scanned the video monitors above the stove and watched for any uninvited visitors, casually tossing the eggs into the heated skillet and stirring them together as he watched and talked.
"I know how you hate surprises so I better warn you." Bobby groaned at the thought of the Winchesters meeting this man. It could end badly. But Dante was the best he'd seen and the boys would need his help or he might need theirs, either way it would work out. "I am sending some people your way, I want them in on the investigation."
"Bobby, I got this. I really do. I already interviewed everyone and figured out who the next victim will be." Dante groaned. He carried his plate of food to the breakfast area and his sheet slipped a little, exposing strong muscular long legs. He let the sheet be and ate his food as he listened to Bobby.
"I know you do but I got a bad feeling about this, Dante." Bobby sighed, missing his friend again. He hung his head and was thankful for the silence that Dante gave him. "I am sending the Winchester's to you. I want you to help them. They are just as good as you. You need someone that good at your back on this one."
"I finally get to meet the Winchesters you talk so much about." Dante smirked, Bobby was always going on about those boys so much he felt like he already knew them. He nibbled on the bacon and knew what Bobby was going to ask him to do.
"I need his body, Dante." Bobby asked wanting to cry but not doing it. "I want to give him the Hunter's funeral he deserves." Bobby was unable to speak for a moment, he was not going to break down.
"You got it, Bobby." Dante said gently, his friend had just lost his oldest friend and his mentor, it had to be tearing him up. "Bobby, I want to cover his funeral costs for you. Please let me." He pleaded, Bobby needed time to grieve. He could handle the rest for him here.
Bobby sighed and sniffled again, "Sure, if you insist. Just please get me his body. He deserves his Hunter's funeral."
"I will." He stood up and untied the sheet. It fluttered to the ground and his firm tanned bottom caught the sun through the skylight over him. He walked to the bedroom to shower and dress. "Want me to have them call you when they get here?" He turned on the shower to his favorite temperature.
"Yeah, tell me when they get there. I will be doing some research on my end for them." Dante smiled at this, Bobby rocked at research, he always had.
"Bobby, don't worry about them. I will make sure they are safe." Dante promised. Those boys held a spot in Bobby's heart no one had touched since he had lost his family. He wouldn't let Bobby suffer any more than he was right now and if that meant making sure the Winchester's made it through this hunt safely, then that's what he would do.
"Thanks, Dante, I appreciate that. " Bobby smiled, knowing Dante would be true to his word, and he went back to researching the information Sam had given him. The Mayan angle was a good idea, he would have to dig into some books he had in storage but there might be something he could use in those texts. He asked Nancy to get him another coffee and she took him mug to fill it for him. Bobby just let his mind wander to Steven and the times they had spent hunting. He had been so good at it.
"Hey Dante, do me a favor?" Bobby asked his voice growing cold.
"Yeah?" Dante asked, Bobby's voice was chilling as he spoke.
"Kill the bastard that murdered him when you find him." Bobby asked, meaning every word.
"With pleasure." Dante smiled nastily as he did so, knowing this was what he could do for his friend. He could kill the thing that had taken Bobby's friend from him. It wasn't hard for him to do, he'd relish the task. Bobby said his goodbyes and stared into space, remembering his friend. He took the cup Nancy handed him and sipped it.
Dante stepped into the shower and let the water run down his body, rolling along his muscles and curves, and relaxed under its spray.
He dressed in a white t-shirt and black blue jeans. He ran his finger through his hair and tousled it. His gray eyes watching the monitors and sipping an orange juice. His full lips curving into a smile, accentuating his cheekbones. He picked up his gun and walked to the private elevator that went down to his bar. He had spotted the Impala pulling up beside the building and that meant the Winchester's were here.
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He opened the door before they reached it and invited them in. They eyed him warily and said thanks. He poured them a beer from the tap and sat down to talk at a table facing the window and doors. The boys surveilled the room with one long look and then looked at each other. Dean nodded to his brother and then they relaxed into their chairs. Their eyes took in the stranger before them and they took measure of him. He let them do so, taking sips of his beer. He liked them for this. They were careful and cautious. Both valued traits in the best hunters.
"I'm Dean Winchester. " Dean said giving him a small charming smile, setting him at ease, trying to guage the man's temperament across from him. They were slow to trust him. He was okay with that.
"That makes you Sam, his brother." Dante turned to look at the taller quieter man. His face was guarded but gentle, belying the Hunter's nature that lay beneath his exterior, if Bobby was to be believed when he described the boy. He looked at him and saw a college boy and an innocent but then Sam's eyes would reflect light, hard as flint, his jaw tight with tension. His hunter's nature rippling beneath it all. This one was the most dangerous of the two. Dean make kill you outright but this one, he would actually take the time to plan you death and take his time doing it. Dean may not know it but Dante understood something he never would, Sam was the better hunter, the colder one in the hunt. He was the thinker and the planner and Dean was the gun. No wonder they made such a formidable hunting team.
Dante liked them immediately.
"Hi." Sam smiled a little. The man seemed to take their perusal of him without offense, it didn't faze him at all.
"Bobby sent us." Dean said smiling a little easier. "Get another?" He pointed to his mug.
Dante went and got them another round.
"So you own all this?" Sam asked, openly admiring the bar's interior. It looked really nice in here. He was not used to such fancy places when he drank. This guy had style.
"Yes." Dante said but did not expand on it.
"Nice." Dean said.
"Thanks." Dante accepted his compliment with a wide smile.
"Let's take this upstairs. I can't watch the monitors from down here." Dante said and went to the hidden elevator behind a false wall. The boys brought followed him in, getting in first, wanting to keep an eye on him.
The boys were astounded at the size of his loft. The rooms were spacious and large kitchen area dominated the middle of the loft, a skylight above it, making it the brightest place in the loft. The windows were huge. Sam's eyes caught the monitors along the walls but admired the layout of the place as he walked. Dean looked at the monitors first, scanning all of them in one fast glance. He gave the place a brief admiring look and sat down where he could keep an eye on the monitors and see Dante at all times as well.
Dante pulled out his files he had put together so far and put them in front of Dean. Dean gave Sam a quick look, so fast one would almost not notice it if they weren't really paying attention, and Sam came to sit beside him, both reading the file silently with brief glances from him to the monitors thrown in at different intervals. They seemed to take turns doing this without realizing it. It was a scary sight to see these boys interact. Only a fool would underestimate these guys. Dante smiled and relaxed now and put his gun back into its hiding place under the counter in front of him.
"You're Dante Finch." Sam said still reading the page in front of him.
"Of course." Dante nodded and booted up his laptop. He began to search through his files for the information the boys would need.
"How do you afford all this?" Sam smiled shyly, not used to this. It made him nervous.
"My folks were loaded. Some fangs wanted their house. So they killed them and turned them." Dante winced at the memory but hid it behind a smile. "I came in and they grabbed me. They locked me in a cage and said I was dessert." Dante stared at the computer screen. He so did not want to do this but he knew it would earn their trust. They needed that trust on this job.
"Oh man, I'm sorry." Dean said, the kid went through hell. He turned to look at Dante, who noticed the look but did not look up from his screen.
"Yeah, me too." Dante smiled, hiding his pain.
"So what happened then?" Sam asked, Dante was hiding his pain like Dean did. This amused him to see the similarities. His lips twitched and Dean caught it. He rolled his eyes at his brother. Sam bumped his brother's shoulder with his own and looked at Dante. Dean and Sam both turned their eyes to the man and waited for his reply.
Dante admired the dynamics he had seen there. They had a physical language that spoke to each other, communication only brothers can have and understand. He missed his brother when he saw this.
Dean caught the pained look that passed through the man's eyes as he watched them with his peripheral vision.
"They were unlocking the cage and they let this trashy looking vamp in. They locked the door behind her. She approached me and my brother moved in front of her, distracting her from me. She took him. She beat him, raped him in front of me, and raped me in front of him, then drained him in front of me, and turned him right then."
The boys were shocked at what the man said but he spoke as if he just wanted to get it over with.
"These men burst in as he turned and decided I was his first meal. I begged him to stop and reminded him who I was but his eyes were so cold, so empty, so hungry. He grabbed me and went to bite me."
He closed his eyes to steady himself then stared at the screen again.
"I watched the black man cut off my parent's heads. The red-haired man broke the lock and pulled my brother off me. He had dropped his machete and my brother turned on him." Dante paused, he hated this part, it was the most painful .
"I picked up the machete and cut off my brother's head." He stared hard at the screen, not so much looking at it but through it. "We burned the house with them in it. Bobby took me in and let me stay with him."
"My parents had millions and I didn't care. I just wanted them." Dante smiled bitterly, "I wanted to burn the inheritance and the insurance money but Bobby talked me out of it. I guess I got lost there for a bit. I drank, I fooled around, I tried to ruin myself I suppose."
"What changed?" Sam asked gently, Dean had done the same thing after Dad had died.
"Bobby." Dante smiled sadly to himself.
"Really?" Sam couldn't resist asking.
"Yeah. He gave me a gun and cocked it. Put it to my temple and made me hold it." Dante said, "He said that if I was going to kill myself get it over with because he was tired of me doing it slowly to myself."
"Sounds like him." Dean had to chuckle, "He doesn't do subtle."
"No, he doesn't." Dante said, smile fading a little at the edges.
"I held it there. I actually considered it for a second. Then I put the gun down and stared at the floor." He shook his head smiling at the memory, "Bobby told me after that if I ever acted like that again he was going to kick my butt up into my neck. I believed him."
"I took the money and let Bobby invest it for me. He doubled my money for me in a year then the next and the next." Dante added bitterly. "Like I cared about the money."
"So how did we not see you when we were there?" Dean asked, they had visited Bobby frequently as kids but had never met him.
"He sent me to live with Steven Amherst, the man who had trained him to hunt. He lived closer to the private school I wanted to attend. Steven taught me to hunt during the summers and eventually, when I graduated, I began hunting with him until he retired and began teaching. Then I hunted alone. This was my home base. Steven would tend bar in his free time downstairs, He loved it there. He decorated it himself, you know?" Dante explain sadly. "He wouldn't let me see it until it was done. I had to walk blindfolded through that bar for three months while he was getting it renovated." Dante smile happily at the memory but the smile faded as he remember that Steven had been murdered, he would never tend the bar ever again. Dante dipped his head, grief smacking him in the face again. He got himself under control and then looked up at the boys.
His face was calm and relaxed, no problem in the world. It was his lying face, the face he hid his pain behind.
"Steven, as in the first man to be murdered?" Dean asked looking at the file.
"Yes." Dante smiled tightly, he didn't want to talk about this anymore.
"I see." Dean noted but said no more. He saw Dante didn't want to talk about the man and he knew now was not the time to push.
"Dante, " Dean warned, "We have company." Dean's eyes watched the monitor, seeing if this was a threat, his hand going for his gun. Sam's went to his gun, behind his back, their eyes watching the man approach the bar's front door.
"I see that." He said, his lips in a tight line.
They all had seen it. The man's eyes were black.
"What now?" Dean asked. His bar, his home, his rules.
"Let's go say hi." Dante smiled coldly, his eyes emptying of emotion.
The others could relate. They had the same look.
The men approached the front door and the boys stood behind it. Dante unlocked the door and opened it a small fraction of the way. Dante pasted on a smile and looked into warm brown eyes. The stranger looked human again.
"Bar's not open yet, sorry." He pretended to be polite to it.
"Oh, I was just wondering where the owners of that car around the corner went." The man asked, smiling, "I am an old friend of theirs. Have you seen them?" It was a good imitation. Dante smiled widely at him. He sensed the others tensing behind the door. He used the hand the thing couldn't see to point up to the ceiling and then to the floor. The boys got the point. They waited and stayed where they were.
"Which car?" He asked seeing who the demon was looking for in particular. Sometimes they were looking for him.
"The black Impala." The demon smiled, going for sincerity.
"Oh, well. He is in here but I can't let you in, my boss would kill me if I let you in. Sorry, Dude." Dante went into a persona of an employee who couldn't let him in. The thing took the bait. He shoved Dante back into the bar and stepped into the doorway. Then two things happened simultaneously.
Dante's eyes went empty and his smile went cold. He watched the demon approach him, threatening him.
Then the Demon stopped and couldn't move any further. It looked up and then down at its feet, confused. Dante circled around it and flipped a hidden switch that even the boys couldn't see.
A devil's trap was above it and another was below its feet. It was trapped and powerless.
The boys approached the demon and Dante went to stand near them. They all eyed it coldly and smiled. Dante approached the demon and pulled a knife from his belt. He looked it in the eye and said, "Hi, Meg."
The boys started visibly but did not budge. The bitch had got out again.
"Dante, Dante, Dante, I can think of so much funner things we could do than this." She purred seductively.
"Not really, I kinda like this more." He cut her with his knife slowly across her arm and she screamed in pain holding her arm. He backed off. The boys were wondering what he was doing but hid it. He knew what they were thinking and gave them a look. They shrugged and let him work.
"You're no fun." She leered, undressing him with her brown eyes and he stood there as she did. He cut her other arm, she screamed in pain again.
"Let me out, Dante. I want to play with you." She purred angrily. Dante arched a brow suggestively and gave her a sexy look. The boys could see he was acting, the question was why.
"You wouldn't like the way I play." He continued to play along with her. Then cut her neck with the knife again. She screamed in pain again holding her neck and glaring at him.
"What do you want!" she shouted at him in fury. He just smiled widely and stabbed her in the side, the demon stepped back bleeding, its other hand at its side holding the wound.
"What do you want with them?" He asked sweetly, whispering close to her face. She refused to answer. He stabbed the other side of her body. She howled in pain this time.
"Tell me and I'll stop." He swore, lying through his teeth. The demon had been trying to kill him for a couple months now and he was tired of her crap.
"You're lying." The demon gasped in pain.
"Maybe, maybe not. Can you really take the risk?" He asked softly, insinuating he was willing to hurt her more. He cut the demon across its stomach and the thing screamed again. He smiled coldly at her.
"Fine! Just stop cutting me." The demon gasped out and he nodded in approval. Sam and Dean smiled at his skill.
"Well?" He asked, patiently waiting now that the demon had broken.
"They will mess up our master's plan. They shouldn't be here!" She hissed at them. They just shrugged at her and smiled coldly. This was getting interesting.
"Whose your master?" He whispered, blade caressing its cheek. The demon eyed the blade in terror.
"Chamalzilah." The demon hissed, the knife still caressing it skin. It's eyes never leaving the blade.
"What plans will they mess up?" He whispered lovingly, barely scratching its skin as it moved to its neck. Like a lover, he caressed the demon's bare skin with the knife, making tiny scratches as he went. The Demon hissed in hatred at him.
"It's minions, the Camozils, will bring its body up from the Codelle, the pool of the dead. Then the god of fire will return and the world will burn." The demon hissed as the knife cut it again. Dante just stood and smiled at it, twirling his blade playfully in front of its face.
"Hmmm…" He murmured, "Did they kill those people, the ones who had their heads torn off and their blood drank from their necks?" He whispered against its skin, and he continued twirling the blade slowly between his fingers, in front of its frightened eyes.
"Yes," It whispered as the twirling blade got closer to its face. Dante's eyes got hot with anger and he held it at bay. He was all business again.
"Why?" He backed off and stood where it could see him, knife still twirling.
"They let them out when they open the Great Gate. " It whimpered, fearing the ever twirling knife and the man holding it. "They wanted to punish them for disturbing their rest."
"I think you're lying." Dante cut a deep gash in its arm again, smiling widely.
"The master ordered them to!" It screamed at the blade bit to the bone.
Dante stopped and looked like someone had kicked him between the eyes. He composed himself and approached the demon, angry and cruel.
"Why did he do that?" He asked, whispering cruelly against its ear. He stroked its neckline with his knife leaving a light red line behind it. The Demon whimpered in pain.
"He needed their life force to regenerate his body once its body is brought forth and then the god of fire can possess it, the god will use the life force to fuel its fire until it burns the world down around your ears." The demon hissed.
Dante approached it and closed his eyes, scenting the demon . The demon glared at him, at his hateful knife.
"Not going to happen." Dante smile grimly into its eyes. "What do you see in my eyes, Meg, sweet Meg, Meg, Meg?" He whispered and placed the blade lightly against its chest. "Tell me…"
"My death." It whimpered.
Dante smile grimly as it whimpered before him, "I will kill your god and he will return back to wherever he came from." He leaned in close, and sighed happily, "But first, I will destroy your demon soul. You cannot return to hell if I do."
"You don't have that power." It hissed, "That's impossible."
"Not for me." Dante began to chant in Aramaic and the demon tried to flee. Dante continued to chant and the demon stood looking at him. Dante smiled coldly and watched the demon with smiling eyes, dancing with dangerous thoughts. As he ended the chant, he drove the knife into its chest. The body it was in and the demon that occupied it howled in agony and burned a bright red fire, then fell to the ground, a pile of smoking ash.
Dante went to get a broom and dust pan. He cleaned up the ash and dumped it into a trashcan. He walked over to the bar and poured three shots of whiskey. He took one and left the others sitting there. The boys came over and picked up theirs. They downed the shots and poured one more round.
"Why did you kill it? We could have saved the human host." Sam asked.
"It was an empty shell. There was no human soul in there." Dante assured them, "I checked."
"How?" Dean asked curious.
"Not important. I would have freed the soul and the host if they had been there." Dante dismissed their question and Sam used a hand motion to let Dean to know to let it go for now. They could ask later. Surely Bobby may know. Sam suspected he had a psychic sense of sorts that let him sense those things.
"Those things killed Steven." He looked deep in thought, "They were so afraid of you they sent an assassin. I can't help but wonder why." He gave them a long thoughtful look, they just shrugged and gave him small smiles.
"We just have a knack of stopping apocalypses." The boys smiled at him smirking. Dante couldn't stop himself from smiling back at them.
"So Bobby tells me." Dante could tell he was going to like these boys.
"He told you, about us?" Dean asked in surprise. How much did Bobby talk to this guy?
"Yes, he talks about you guys all the time. Dean this, Sam that. He's very fond of you guys." Dante explained. He walked back to the elevator and entered it. "You hungry?"
The boys reluctantly admitted they were. "Then come on. I can make some breakfast for you." Dante invited.
The boys came into the elevator and Dante pushed the button to go down. "The loft is upstairs." Sam pointed out.
"But my armory is downstairs." Dante said smirking to himself a little now.
The elevator opened onto a room filled with guns, flamethrowers, knives, swords, holy water bottles, and every weapon a Hunter could ever want or need. The boys went from shelf to shelf, touching them and admiring them. This was their idea of heaven.
Dante loved it down here. It was his favorite place in the whole building. He was glad the boys liked it, too. He walked along the rows of knives and finally saw the one he needed. It was an engraved Mayan Ceremonial knife he had purchased from a collector a few years ago. It may work on the Camozils as well as their master. He placed it in the waistband of his jeans, along with some holy water.
"How did you do all this?" Dean asked him, finding this place hard to believe.
"Spent several thousand on it. Bobby set it up like he did the walls in the panic room for me. No demon can enter here, angels either, it is warded against all but humans." Dante explained, "After that I just procured the weapons over time until I got this collection. Feel free to take something for yourselves if you like something. I got plenty of spares."
Sam sat admiring the knives with Dean and talking with him quietly. They then went by the guns and other parts of the room to see what they might like. Dante watched as Sam picked out some weapons for Dean and he picked some out for Sam, they then picked some out for themselves and showed each other what they had picked.
Dante noted this indicated they really did tell each other everything and were very codependent on each other. They seemed like an extension of each other, like they literally existed together and were not really two people at all. They gravitated toward each other and their thoughts were pulled to each other. Their connection to each other was the most amazing and complete one that Dante had ever seen.
These two men quite literally could and would not be able to exist or live without the other in their lives. It was the most unique bond he had ever seen. He envied them that, it gave them a strength and power that let them achieve the impossible over and over again. No wonder the demons wanted them dead. These men stood a very good chance of stopping the god from rising. It was interesting to watch them interact as they then stowed their new weapons and discussed the case among themselves again.
Dante just waited for them to finish and then they made their way upstairs to the loft to eat.
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"Wow, Dante. You weren't kidding when you said you could cook." Dean said, unbuttoning the top button of his pants and pulling his shirt down over it. He was stuffed.
"Yeah, where did you learn to cook like that?" Sam asked and immediately regretted saying it as a sad look crept into Dante's eyes.
"Steven taught me." He said trying to hide his grief but failed miserably at it.
"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't realize that." Sam kicked himself. Dante really missed his surrogate father, Steven.
"Look, guys, feel free to come and go as you need to." Dante tossed a spare set of house keys to Dean. "I have to go take care of the arrangements for Steven." He looked down at the floor for a moment and just stood there for a moment, feeling lost. He couldn't do this. He had promised Bobby he would do this but now he was chickening out. He was breaking a promise to Bobby. This spurred him on to enter the elevator. "I will be back soon as I can. My number's on the fridge if you want it. Lock up when you leave."
Dante made his way to his '71 Barracuda, black as night and twice as beautiful. He stroked her hood and then got in and drove off. Dean had watched him interact with his car and grinned widely as he watched it. "See, I am not the only one in love with their car." He teased Sam and kissed his nose.
"What about me?" Sam asked, pulling Dean close for a soft kiss.
"Love you more than anything." Dean promised as Sam held him close.
"Me, too." Sam gave him a light kiss and then let him go. They left the loft and locked up the bar behind them. "It would be nice to have something like this for ourselves someday. A real home, not a motel, not a car, a real life. Even one that includes hunting." Sam sounded wistful as he spoke. "This would be a nice 'normal', wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, "Dean agreed, eyeing the building with its different layers. "It would be nice." His voice came out wistful, too.
They both agreed Dante was a lucky man but then they added that he deserved it, after what had been taken from him. It must have broken something in him to have to kill his own brother but Dante hid it well. They didn't think they could have had the strength to do it themselves.
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"How did it go?" Dante asked, "Did you find the guy?" The boys had went to check on the possible victim and see what Janet Willowby knew.
"She just stated what we already learned. They all had entered the temple and opened the golden altar inside it. She had snuck in after they had left so she could get a closer look. Apparently she has been unharmed so far." Dean shrugged. It felt like nothing but they had tried.
"We need to find that pool thing and then seal it so the god can't get his body out of it." Sam pointed out and then Dean moved closer to him to see what he had written on his pad of paper, notes on what he had discovered in the file that Dante had let them read. This also allowed him to move in closer to Sam in the pretense of reading those notes. Sam saw this and moved closer to Dean's back, to make contact with him, too. Dante noticed this and smiled.
Bobby had mentioned this to him a while back. Dante did not see anything wrong with it really, he had already seen how close they were. So it made sense that it would develop into this. They were lucky, some people had no one.
"We should watch her anyway. The creatures may attack her soon." Dante suggested but before they could agree, Dante's face went pale. "We're too late. See for yourself."
The internet news told of how Janet Willowby had been found murdered and drained in her apartment a few hours ago.
"We were there are few hours ago. She was fine." Dean said quietly in shock.
"It had to have come after you left." Dante concluded.
"We need to get into that temple and see this pool thing." Sam pointed out and Dean groaned. He did not want to do this but he would anyway.
"We need to get into that temple that's for sure." Dante pointed out, "And I know how."
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"Oh, wow. This is so cool!" Sam oozed awe everywhere as he inspected every aspect of the temple.
"Yeah." Dean was pretty amazed himself.
"Okay, Dean. Can you look at the altar?" Dante asked.
"Sure." Dean wandered over to the altar.
"Sam, can you take that side of the temple and I'll take the other? Let me know if you find something." Dante suggested. They set out and looked for a pool.
"Uh, Dante?" Dean asked as he searched the altar very thoroughly.
"Yeah?" Dante answered, scowering the walls and floors for a sigh of a secret tunnel that might lead to the pool.
"How did you know that demon was Meg?" Dean had to ask. Like he'd forget that torture scene anytime soon.
"She's been trying to kill me for a month or two now. She has two other demons that work with her, but I didn't see them on the cameras. "
"Any idea of why?" Dean wanted to know, finding nothing around the altar.
"Probably cause I killed most of the demons she brought to town with her. I saw at least 12 of them when I first found their hideout. Some of them got away."
"Yeah, that sounds like Meg. She's a nasty piece of work." Dean agreed.
"How'd you meet her?" Dante asked, he had found a niche in the wall.
"Tried to kill me a few time. Sammy, too." Dean answered him.
"She kept coming back?" Dante said, glad he had killed the bitch.
"She kept coming back." Dean agreed, glad she was never coming back.
"What language was that exorcism in?" Sam asked coming up quietly behind him. Dante jumped a little, he had not heard Sam's approach.
Sam apologized for scaring him, so sincere and nice. So deadly and lethal.
"Aramaic." Dante said, going still and quiet again, "It's the first exorcism Steven taught me. It paralyzes them and drives the demon out. It renders them defenseless." He then started to work in earnest to see how to open the false wall he just found. There has to be a handle or mechanism to open it here somewhere. Then the wall opened suddenly on its own and they were met with a strange sight. Strange creatures with the heads of bats and bodies of snakes. They were standing around this pool of black liquid and chanting.
They froze as the things turned and saw them. The creatures began to slide closer to them and they drew out their guns. Dante pulled out his ceremonial knife and waits to attack. The Camozils hissed menacingly at them and the men did what hunters do, they lunged at the creatures and began to shoot and slash at them, ducking and weaving to avoid their attacks. The attack, you may ask? Why fire, of course.
Dante tried to stay close to the boys but the snake demon close to him tried to roast him like a marshmallow. He moved away from the blast and into another snake demon that slashed at him with its long claws, its long dripping claws. Dripping? He looked closer at them when they swiped at his neck again and saw venom coming from the tips with the claws themselves. That can't be good. He had time before the thing swiped at him almost getting him but his arm came up to shield him and got a long scratch from the claws. It burned and felt like someone had poured acid into the cut. His arm began to throb and burn from the poison almost immediately.
"Stay away from their claws! They're poison!" He shouted to the brothers as he found himself surrounded by two more of the snake demons who were getting ready to shoot fire at him. He looked to see if the Winchesters were looking in his direction, they weren't. He thrust a hand onto their chests and they collapsed into twin piles of ash at his feet. He took his dagger into his hand and went to help the Winchesters. It was not necessary, they were fighting and ducking, back to back and their moves mirrored each other's, ducking and weaving as they moved but always keeping their backs to each other. It was an amazing fighting strategy, Dante would have to remember that one. He turned to see a snake thing running at him and kicked it away from him. He elbowed one in the gut and broke its batty little nose. The demons were shrieking and attacking faster now. Dante was finally able to reach the boys and they stabbed, cut, ducked, basically fought their way to the room where the pool was.
Then, suddenly as it started, the attack ended. The remaining snake demons ran from the temple entrance leaving behind the corpses of their comrades to lay on the floor at the feet of the hunters.
They thought about chasing the snake demons that had gotten away but decided against it. They had to check out that pool.
The three men stood over the pool and their noses wrinkled in disgust. Sam hunkered down and took a closer look at it. The others joined him. "It's thick." He noticed it was not runny or watery in any way. "Like oil."
"Oil, like from wells?" Dante asked just to clarify.
"Exactly like that." Sam said and touched it. Dean nearly dove at him when he did but nothing happened. Sam sniffed the black fluid on his finger and looked confused. "It is oil."
"Oil burns right?" Dean suggested, "So let's just burn this pool up then."
"Let's wait on that." Dante advised, if they burned it and the oil was holding the god's body down. Then the body would rise and the 'burning world' plan would start.
"I have another." Dean eyed the temple around them and growled, "Let's blow this temple thing and let it cover the well up. See them fix that." He looked around for any snake demons.
"Could work. We need to do some research on it first. We don't want to release something in the process." Dante suggested, he wanted to blow the thing up, too, but he wanted to see what Bobby had come up with first.
"We should cover it up at least. In case the other snake demons come back and try to get this guy's body out again." Sam advised, the black pool was creeping him out; it stunk so bad!
They looked around for a rock large enough to cover the pool up and then carried it over to it. They set it on top of it and made sure it was solidly on there. They walked out of the temple and got into their cars, silent and exhausted. They all were covered in dirt and blood and smelled like death. They so needed a bath and a change of clothes. A really strong drink was a great idea, too.
This had been a hell of a night and it wasn't over yet. They had to find the surviving snake demons and kill them. Dante's arm burned like it was on fire and it hurt to move it. The poison was potent. If he had been anyone other than who he was, the poison would have killed him. As it was, it just hurt like hell. He would have to tend to it when he got back. Bobby would want to know what they had found out.
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Back at the loft, Sam cleaned out the cuts on his arm and wrapped it in gauze, taping it so it would stay in place. He had to agree, those claws were nasty things.
"Yeah, there was poison coming out the end of their claws. " Dante listened to the person on the other end of line, "Exactly, like that. Snakes store venom in their fangs the same way. It makes sense, they were part snake after all."
"No, we're fine. " He listened some more then looked sad. "Yeah, I went by the funeral home and made the arrangements today. I should be able to get the body to you in a couple days." He nodded at something Bobby said and then continued, "I'd like to be there for the pyre."
"Thanks, I was hoping you would say that. Huh?" Dante asked and listened some more. The boys watched him talk and hoped Bobby was okay. "Some got away. We had to cover that pool up first."
"Well, all the people who disturbed the temple are already gone. We can't use that." He listened some more. "I wouldn't say we disturbed the temple just entered the temple mostly." He paused. "That makes sense. It sure would make our jobs easier if that were true."
He listened some more and then handed Dean the phone, "He wants to talk to you." Dante stripped off his shirt and tossed it into the trash. It had been one of his favorites.
"Sam, can you come with me a second?" Dante asked, his arm was on fire again. Sam looked at Dean and Dean nodded in Dante's direction.
"Sure." Sam followed him into the bathroom and applied the water proof wrap over the gauze so Dante could shower.
"Thanks, Sam." Dante hissed in pain as the gauze bit into the cuts, renewing the burning sensation. Sam went back to talk to Bobby and Dante shut the door. He stripped out of the filthy jeans and kicked them into a corner, they were destroyed, too. He pulled a large towel off the shelf and then everything went black. He fell to the floor of the bathroom, unconscious, and his head bounced off the edge of the tub. He did not feel the burning anymore.
The boys heard the bang and dropped the phone. They ran to the bathroom and opened the door to find a naked Dante laying at an odd angle on the bathroom floor, out like a light. He was burning with fever and shaking. The boys grabbed an arm and carried him to his room and laid him onto the bed.
Sam took of his bandages and cleaned out his wound again. It was swollen and red but no green was showing, so that was good. Dean put a cold cloth on his head and adjusted the sheet so the man was covered from the waist up. Even he had to admit the man had the body of a Greek god. Sam blushed as he watched his brother do that. Guess he wasn't the only to notice that detail. He wasn't mad or jealous because he knew Dean was his and no good looking Greek god looking hunter could change that.
Besides, Dean said the same thing about him. He smirked at the thought. Unfortunately, he also noticed the fever was getting higher and the arm was taking on a distinctly dark red tinge. Dante must have been in worse pain than he had let on. His heart rate was still normal though and his breathing was fine. He must have gotten an infection in that arm when he got scratched. He should be fine with some time to heal up. Dean forced the man to swallow some penicillin pills that Dante had in the medicine cabinet. He rubbed his throat and poured some water in to help them go down.
A few hours later, Dante came out in a robe and sat down with them. Sam immediately felt for the fever while Dean inspected his arm, it wasn't as red anymore. "Still hurt?" Dean asked, worried.
"It burns like crazy but it's not as bad as it was. I guess you found the penicillin." Dante smiled, this wasn't awkward at all, uh uh.
"Yeah, We should get some and take them with us when we leave. Those things really work." Sam said impressed with how fast the hunter was healing. No one talked about finding him naked on the floor. No one mentioned how they had to handle his sculpted body to his bed and cover him with a sheet. No one certainly mentioned he looked like Apollo the Sun god if he had been human. No one mentioned these things and no one was ever going to. It felt awkward enough as it was.
"I'll make sure to get you some by then." Dante smiled, feeling much better. He poured himself some orange juice and then sat back down. "I have a question. How are we going to find the demons?"
He looked from one man to the other. They looked worried.
"Bobby thinks that won't be an issue." Dean started, he hated this part of the plan they had come up with while the other hunter lay resting.
"Oh, do tell." Dante drawled, they had a plan already. He passes out on the floor and they use the time to come up with a plan. Can you say over achievers much?
"They go after anyone who disturbs the temple." Dean explained, "We definitely disturbed the temple last night. So they will come after us."
"They can't find us here. The whole building is warded so tight a demon cockroach couldn't get in." Dante stated.
"We figured that. If you demon proofed your armory, you probably were smart enough to demon proof the rest of it, too." Dean pointed out. The man had a good idea there. Maybe he could demon proof the Impala for him.
"How come Meg could walk into the building then?" Sam asked, if this place was totally demon proofed Meg shouldn't have been able to come in at all.
"It keeps out any demon or angel I do not wish to be here. It's a loop hole. I wanted her to come in to get trapped in the devil's trap and so she could. If I hadn't wanted that, she could not even have been able to touch a single brick of this building without getting a nasty burn, let alone ring the doorbell." Dante smiled proudly at this part of his security he had included when he had moved into the building.
"So whole building is like a holy place protected from all evil type of place?" Sam asked, it was a stroke of genius. This guy needed to do the same for the Impala, demons attacked it enough.
"Yes, so relax and pour us a drink there from that bottle. I need a double." Dante smiled. Dean poured them all doubles and they drank them down in one swoop, then the drinks were refilled and the process was repeated.
"Damnit!" Dante swore as he watched the monitors. Thank goodness they had the sense to park the cars in the hidden garage under the building. The snake things, there were four of them, were trying to grab onto the building to either climb it or trying to open the doors around it. Either way they kept pulling their clawed hands back smoking furiously and hissing angrily each time they touched the building in any way.
The Winchesters found this fascinating. "They can't get in?" Dante shook his head.
"No, but we have another problem." Dante said going to dress into something he didn't mind destroying this time.
"What's that?" Dean asked, they didn't need another problem right now.
"The bar opens in two hours downstairs. " The boys' faces fell as Dante pointed this out, "People will be here soon to open the bar up before they get here. Not to mention the innocent people that will be coming to get into the bar."
The boys got the gist and it was bad.
"We have to get them away from here." Sam nodded to the snake demons that were still trying to find a way into the building to get to them.
"My thoughts exactly." Dante said, and pulled out his phone, "Let me call Bobby real fast, I have to check something."
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"So you think it will work? I don't want to help that god get free." Dante said into the phone.
"It should. Make sure the snake demons are dead when you do it, or they may try to get the guy's body out before you finish the spell." Bobby said pretty sure it would work.
"So kill the demons, blow up the temple, keep the pool covered the whole time, and say this spell as the building collapses, and it should just wink out of existence. It won't be there anymore?" Dante was pretty sure this was the most insane plan he had ever heard.
"Yeah, should work. This Mayan ceremonial book I found details how it works." Bobby assured him, reading Mayan for hours had given him a headache. It had taken him forever to get a handle on the language, it was mostly picture based so he had figure out which symbol meant what and then put them into coherent sentences, needless to say, it had taken all night and a day but he had got it. He never wanted to see another Mayan symbol or hear the word "Mayan" again or he was going to shoot whoever said it, he vowed.
"Sam has the spell now?" Dante looked over at Sam who was printing out an email from Bobby as they spoke.
"Yeah, I emailed it to him." Bobby said. "I will be coming to help bring Steven here by tomorrow after noon. I have a horse trailer to put the coffin into I can hook to my truck."
"Good idea, we should have it cleared up by then. We'll leave here immediately." Dante promised.
"Got all the ingredients for it?" Bobby asked, the guy usually kept a good stash of spell ingredients in his place.
"Yeah, got them." Dante said reading the list of ingredients Sam had handed him. "I'll just box them up and take them with us."
"Good. You boys take care of yourself, you hear me?" Bobby grumbled, worried about them.
"We will. We'll call when it's done." Dante promised, trying to alleviate his old friend's concerns.
"Make sure you do. Talk to you later then." Bobby got off the phone and pulled off his cap, smoothing out his hair in worry. He hoped they would be okay. Then again maybe he could leave a little early, like right now, just in case they might need him. Yeah, he decided that was a great idea.
He went to hook the trailer to his truck and pack up some weapons and clothes. He was going to Paya tonight. It sounded better and better every time He thought about it.
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It went smoothly once they got to the temple. They had to roar out of the garage and get the demons to chase them by slowing down so they could keep up. Once they got there, they killed them, watching out for their claws and the fire breath; and they ended up smelling like ashes again. They made sure the pool was capped and then blew that thing to hell, Sam performing the spell and at the end of it all, the temple just imploded into itself and disappeared in front of them, blowing tons of dust and sand all over them and their cars, coating the already drying blood that was sinking into the fabric of their clothes. They were a mess.
Now they needed another shower or bath, Sam thought a bath sounded heavenly and, since Dante's tub was as big as a Sauna, Dean could join him. He really liked the idea, a lot. Dean's eyes twinkled as he figured out Sam's plan just by following the way his thought would go. He knew that man way too well, He also really liked the plan. He hoped Dante wouldn't mind them taking his tub for an hour.
Dante smiled as he watched the plan formulate in the boys' brains and vowed to get the first shower so they could have some alone time. He wasn't going to have access to that bathroom for a long time once they got in there.
Later on, Dante threw on a black silk shirt over dark blue jeans and fixed his hair. He put on a little cologne and brushed his teeth, making sure he looked good. When he came out the boys inwardly groaned, that man could definitely give Apollo an inferiority complex, he looked way too good to be legal.
"I am going out for the night." Dante smiled seductively to himself, "That new coroner's assistant is meeting me at her place for drinks." He picked up his car keys and went out the door.
"Subtle, very subtle." The boys smiled at each other and grinned widely.
"Go make a bath for us and I'll get this stuff cleaned up." Dean slapped Sam's butt and shooed him into the bathroom. He put the files in a stack at the end of the counter. Smiling to himself, he began to strip down to bare skin as he walked to the bathroom, where Sam sat at the edge of the large tub adjusting the water temperature. Dean walked into the spacious bathroom and Sam stalked toward him like a hungry man seeing a steak after a week of no food. He quickly peeled off Sam's clothes and tossed them away, kissing the man senseless while he did so. Sam's hands grabbed at Dean's back and torso as they made their way to the tub. Dean bit down gently onto Sam's ear then nipped his way back down his chiseled chest and stomach muscles. Sam's body arched into his brother's kisses and moaned inaudibly, his head flying back.
If Dean kept this up, he was definitely going to be begging soon. Sam gasped as Dean reached his groin area but avoided his member. He instead licked and kissed along his inner thigh while caressing the spot above his bottom while moving in the direction of Sam's growing member. Sam cried out as need poured through him, making him grab at his brother's head and shoulders. Dean's lips descended where he knew Sam wanted them to go and began to kiss down his hard length. Sam moaned something that sounded distinctly like his brother's name and shivered as his body prepared to explode with the need his brother was creating in him. Dean let off and went to stand in front of his brother, whose eye were bright with desire and want.
"You are my Greek god, Sammy. You always have been." Dean gasped in surprise and lust as his brother caressed his sides and kissed along his chest and hard abs, nipping and sucking on the skin as he went. Dean's eyes closed tight as Sam kissed lower to his groin but then nipped at his hips and inner thighs instead, making Dean writhe with need, the need for more, the need for him to never stop what he was doing, ever. His brother's soft lips licked and nipped their way up Dean's throbbing body. He abruptly stopped and pulled Sam with him into the tub of warm water, kissing him hungrily, like he never wanted to do anything else in the world besides kissing him, touching him, loving every inch of him, making him his and no one else's.
Sam pulled away briefly and smiled, "And you are mine, Dean, you always were."
Their lips met again, their bodies pressed in and around each other. They got into the water, touching and kissing, the water glistening on their skins, trailing down their muscles, and engulfing them as they sunk into and made love until they could barely move. Then they made their way into the spare bedroom, kissing and grabbing at each other, and fell on their bed, a writhing mass of need and want. Their touches got harder and more urgent, their breathing and moaning more intense and louder than they would have normally risked. Their bodies joined and moved into and out of the other, maintaining contact and pulling more pleasure from them until they collapsed onto the bed, deliriously happy and unable to move except to cuddle into each other.
Dante let himself in and looked at the trail of clothes that vaguely reminded him of a trail of bread crumbs that led Hansel and Gretel home although he was pretty sure that this trail had led Sam and Dean to somewhere else entirely. He chuckled to himself as he stripped down to his underwear, tight against his butt and groin, and lay down under his sheet. He had time to reflect that Stella, the assistant had been very frisky and had a lot of stamina. Then he rolled onto his side and let his hand touch the handle of his gun, caressing it as he drifted off to sleep, satisfied and completely exhausted.
The apartment was still and silent as its occupants slept happily in their beds and it was perfect.
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Bobby arrived the next morning and was greeted by three sleep rumpled guys in sheets. Maybe getting there at 6 am wasn't his best plan but it was too late now to leave. Dante just motioned to the fold out bed in the living room and went back to bed. The boys followed the same idea and went back to bed, too. Bobby went to the bed and laid down to rest himself, it had been a long drive.
They all managed to pull themselves out of bed by one in the afternoon. Dante got up before the boys did because he wanted to talk to Bobby, he had questions.
"I have to tell them, Bobby." He muttered, " I feel weird with them not knowing. They have a right to know." He had wanted to tell them as soon as he had met them but figured it was too soon.
"Figured you would want to tell them." Bobby smiled, the boy was overthinking this one.
"Will you be there? To help explain?" Dante worried, "What if they don't understand? I don't want them hunting me. That's why I never told anyone before. I would be considered a demon, even though technically I'm not."
"They won't hunt you." Bobby reassured him, "They'll understand. Family matters a lot to those boys."
"They are good guys." Dante admitted. He didn't have much family left now that Steven was gone, all he had was Bobby now.
"We'll tell them after lunch. We don't have to pick up the body from the coroner until 4:00 pm anyway. They can't release it until then." Bobby looked sad at the thought of his friend and Dante lowered his head to sigh. They were going to miss Steven so much, he had been a great man. In their memories, he still was and always would be. They sipped their coffee and sat in silence.
"Hey, Dante?" Bobby asked smirking over the rim of his coffee cup.
"Yeah?" Dante asked enjoying the time with Bobby.
"You ever gonna put on anything but that there sheet. Cause I have to tell ya, it's slipping." Bobby eyed the large gap that showed off his legs.
"I know. I'll get right on that." Dante smirked, knowing Bobby didn't care he was just picking on him. He stay where he was, legs and all. It was a good day to be a hunter.
"What's up, guys?" Dean chuckled, pulling his brother into the room by the hand. Sam sat down while Dean got himself a coffee and Sam an orange juice. They were wrapped in sheets at the waist as well, it was nice to relax.
Bobby made up his mind that either everyone would get dressed soon or he would need a sheet, too, to round off the set. He chuckled softly to himself at the thought.
"What?" All three men asked him this at the same time.
"Nothing." Bobby broke out laughing and walked into the bathroom. He was going to need a sheet.
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"My full name is Dante Dorian Finch." Dante started, and went on. "Bobby tells me you know something about that name."
Dean thought it sounded familiar and so did Sam. It was only the millionth time this thought had bugged them since they had met the man. Eventually it dawned on them and they looked at him in shock.
"Not related to Elias Finch?" Dean asked, knowing this had to be impossible, it had to be.
"Somewhere back there, yeah. He's the black sheep of the blood line. Where it all began." Dante smiled softly, " His wife had a child before she died. It grew up in an orphanage and eventually the bloodline grew from there."
"But he was demon, a Pheonix." Dean gasped.
"As am I. Pheonix's are not demons though. They started out as protective spirits that protected and healed people, watched over them."
"Really? How are they not demons again?" Sam asked , really wanting to know.
"The legend goes that one day the girl a Pheonix was protecting fell off a cliff. The Pheonix took on its fire form, a bird with wings of fire, and tried to save her with its healing powers. It didn't work so the Pheonix did something one had not dared to do before. It entered the woman and let its energy disperse through her for a moment, thinking it should heal her. It did but when the Pheonix tried to escape from the woman and resume its normal form it found it could not leave. The woman's body had bonded with the Pheonix's and they couldn't separate. Eventually the woman married and had children and they had children, and so on. By this way, the Pheonix became trapped in human form and lived as human from that point on. It's powers still active, it's energy flowing through them but joined with them, letting them be human but having the power of fire at their fingertips." Dante sighed, "Basically it means we live as human and die as human but the pheonix's spirit is bonded with our own for all time. Eventually when evil became more defined, Pheonixes were seen as not human enough and designated as demons."
Dante smiled again, "There is only one or two in every generation. The curse touches very few family members."
"I need you to listen without judging or asking too many questions. I have more to tell you." Dante asked, "Can you do that?"
"Yeah." The boys agreed. The man had proved himself trustworthy.
"Somewhere along the way, one of the Campbell family, Jean Campbell, met and married a Pheonix, Terrence Finch. The blood of the two families mingled and the Pheonix curse passed onto a new generation. It passed on through the family, a family of hunters amazingly enough. " Dante explained.
"Do you do the flame thing, like he did?" Sam asked curious.
"You mean this?" he asked and held up a hand. Fire flared from his fingertips for a second then was gone. The boys sat in shocked surprise.
"Wait, Campbell? Like the Campbells, the hunter family. Our mother's family?" Sam asked realizing the implications behind Dante's words.
"Yes, Sam, those Campbells." Dante shrugged, "I am your cousin." The boy's mouths opened in surprise and they looked unsure of what to do.
"Catching a few flies there, boys?" Bobby teased. They shut their mouths and looked at him nervously.
"You knew all this, Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Bobby said, "How else do you think he got to know so much about his family tree and the legend of course? I told him, of course."
"But your father wasn't a hunter." Dean sputtered, "You said so."
"No, he opted for a normal life. He married, made a lot of money, had a family, at least he did until the vampires came for him. Just because he chose a normal life, doesn't mean the supernatural didn't come to him. It always does with those with hunter blood." Dante explained, his father so wanted his 'normal' and it killed him.
"So you are part demon." Dean said, this was hard to believe.
"Yep, throw that stone there, Dean, I dare you." His eyes drifted to Sam for the briefest second and Dean looked away embarrassed.
"Thought so." Then Dante ground out, "You don't think I know what is in me? How hard I had to work to control it? I'm half human, too, but no one would care about that if they knew. They would hear demon and kill me, no grey there just if it's not human, it must be evil! I was born this way…with this curse in my blood, through my family's blood. "
"But you're a hunter." Dean asked trying to understand, "That is one hell of a risk you're taking there. If any of them found out, you'd be dead, or on the run." It seemed like a big risk to take.
"I come from a hunter's bloodline, evil would have found and killed me by now if I hadn't become one. Evil somehow knows who has the hunter blood and hunts it. So I decided to beat it to the punch. I will not die like my family did. I knew I didn't get a normal life but I could have a good one, even if it was a short one." Dante said bitterly. He was a Hunter not a monster, but they wouldn't see it that way.
"I get that." Sam said softly, "Hunters don't do normal well. It always ends badly when they try." Jessica, Mom, it hurt to know they had no say, their blood would drive them to it or kill them.
"Are there others?" Dean asked, honestly curious.
" No, I'm the only one in this generation. When I have children, then there will probably be more though." Dante sighed, he had accepted this fact a long time ago.
"So does that mean that Sam and I are half-demon, too? Like you, like the Campbells." Sam asked.
"Yes, once Mary married John, the Pheonix blood carried into the Winchester line and now it flows through you and your brother. It will pass from generation to another, and eventually another Pheonix will be born. That is the way it is." Dante shrugged then teased, "Feel like throwing that stone now?" He nudged Dean's foot, smiling.
"Bobby, I believe we might need another bottle soon. These boys have had quite a shock." Dante chuckled, the boys looked surprised and unsure.
Dean's head thudded to the table top as he just lay there thinking.
"That's why the yellow-eyed demon chose me, isn't it? It sensed the Pheonix blood in us somehow and decided to use me, and Lucifer, too. It's why we were their vessels, isn't it?" Sam asked, they had no choice all along, the evil things knew their blood and hunted them because of it. They could never outrun it.
"Yes, our blood makes us able to withstand more than the normal human, we are more able to hold the angelic essence than a human would. Our blood holds fire in it, so we are able not be burned by theirs. We already have it." Dante reasoned, "You make a good point, Sam. It makes sense, horrible sense , but sense."
"So Sam had demon blood all along? He never had a chance?" Dean said, getting upset, Sam suffered through yellow eyes and Ruby, and he had it before the guy even gave him a drop. He was never human?" Sam looked hurt by these words so Dean took his hand and pulled him to his side, he didn't mean to make him feel bad. He hadn't meant it to sound that way, he should have phrased that differently.
Sam gave him a relieved look and shot Dante a nervous one. Dean accepted him as he was but maybe Dante may not be able to. Suddenly Dean tensed up and squeezed Sam's hand involuntarily. He had realized something else, something scary even for him.
"Does that mean I have demon blood, too?" Dean asked, and knowing the answer before Dante said it.
"Yep. Just like every other member of our families." Dante saw Dean process this, accept it, and then let it go. Dean was good at this 'taking the weird news' thing well.
Both Dean and Sam took large swigs of the bottle emptying it. Dante went to get another bottle, they were on their third. Dean poured all of them drinks and held up his cup, the others followed suit after a moment.
"To hunting!" He declared and they drank.
Sam surprised everyone by pouring another round and holding up his, the others did it too. "To family, we live and kill for them." They all smiled and toasted.
A few drinks later, Dean rolled his eyes at Dante and drawled, "I'm not going to start setting things on fire with my fingertips, am I" He wiggled his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with contained laughter, "Because I have to say that would be so awesome! Don't you think, Sam?"
Sam just looked at his brother and laughed at his expression then whispered in his ear, "You already set me on fire, so I guess it is awesome after all." He turned to look at the others and Dante managed to squeeze out, "Not likely!" Dean so didn't need superpowers, he was trouble enough without them!
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Dante watched the pyre burn with tears burning his eyes. The fire was reducing the only father he had really known into ashes and all he wanted to do was run back to his loft and hide. He wouldn't do that, Steven would never have wanted him to do that. No hiding, no running away, and no more father. Dante cried finally at this thought , the flames making them magma flowing down his face.
Bobby stood watching as well. Tears flowing soundlessly down his face, and his eyes lost. His friend burned to nothing but ash. Strangely enough, his loss tasted like ash in his mouth. No words could take it away, and no matter how hard he tried to banish the thought, it came anyway. "The evil things always find us and eventually kill us. A hunter's life is a short life."
The two men stood no more than 3 feet from each other, staring at the fire, never taking their eyes off of it as it turned their friend to ash. The distance felt like 1,000 miles and they did not move to change this. They just knew a third person was missing from this group and they would miss him. It hurt.
The Winchesters stood watching the pyre as well, thinking of how many pyres they had to tend to over the years. It felt like too many, far too many. Their heart were heavy in their chests and they watched their friends as their pain reflected from their eyes and illuminated by the fire.
Hunter's lived such short lives, every life punctuated by a burning pyre.
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Dante left shortly after the pyre had cooled. It hurt too much to see what his father had been reduced to. He would be ready to place the ashes in the crypt he had ready for Steven Amherst, Supernatural Studies expert. Bobby's friend. His father.
He waved a sad goodbye to his cousins and pulled out. He drove through the night and rushed home. It felt like hiding. It felt like running away. Steven, his father, would be disappointed.
He just needed time to deal with this.
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(Please read and review. I hope this came out well.
I would like to make a toast to the towels and sheets that barely covered our guys in this story, I have stolen them all and am currently rolling around in on my bed naked as I speak… ahhhh!
If you leave a review, I may share one or two of the sheet and towels. If not, they are all mine.
P.S. Dante Finch is my own creation but I will share him with you all. Please enjoy his sheet clad presence and I hope you liked him.)