I do not own any of the SPN characters or storylines. I am just obsessed and wanted to take them out to play.
Synopsis: Dean's time is almost up. What if someone else wanted to rescue him?
Trigger warning: Implied Suicide, sexual situations
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Danae entered the Singer household about 3 a.m. She knew that Bobby, the man who had helped her dad raise her after her mom died of cancer, would more than likely be asleep. She had seen the familiar '67 Impala parked outside and looked forward to seeing the Winchester boys, but not until she had gotten a couple hours of sleep.
She quietly opened the door, remembering to lift it up an inch so that the hinges didn't squeak. She did not relish the idea of meeting Bobby's Benelli instead of his smile. So she eased the door shut and locked it back before tiptoeing around the living room.
She could see that Bobby was passed out on the couch, his television playing the National Anthem with the flag background. She didn't turn it off. If anything will wake up the old cuss it's complete silence. She did, however, slide the old afghan on the back of the couch down and cover up Bobby's sleeping form.
As the blanket came down she heard Bobby begin to mumble.
Damn idjit, a year? What the hell, Dean?
She laughed inwardly. Dean was always doing something. Bobby had raised the two of those boys just as much as he had her. She was about to leave the living room when he muttered again.
It's your soul boy. You only get the one.
This caught her attention. So she sat down and though she felt bad, listened to the man talk in his sleep.
It was several minutes before he did it again. This time he was crying.
Hell. Dean. You can't go to Hell.
What had that idiot done?
She walked up the stairs to the rooms that she knew Sam and Dean slept in when they came in. The second door on the right was always the one that Dean slept in. It was closest to the bathroom and he liked beating his brother to it in the morning.
She eased the door opened and took off her shoes. She could see Dean's sleeping form laid across the bed. His one arm was thrown up above his head and the other holding the blanket mostly up his chest.
Danae quietly walked across the room and crawled into bed with Dean, like she had done a thousand times before. She lay close to him and put her head on his chest. He turned his head but did not wake up, and he smelled her hair.
"Hmm, Danae?" he asked groggily.
"Go back to sleep, Dean," she said as she settled in to go to sleep putting Bobby's words in reserve for the next day.
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"Mmmm," he replied as he kissed her forehead and sank back to sleep.
"This is my second favorite way to wake up," he says as Danae's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh yeah? What's your favorite?" she asked still sleepy. His eyes twinkled as he turned up on his side and lowered his face to hers.
His mouth grazed her lips as he waited for her to come to. It didn't take her long to catch on and soon she was pulling him closer, her hand on the back of his head. This was their habit. See each other, make out for a while and then go back to the good friends' relationship they nursed between long absences.
"When did you get in?" he asked breaking the kiss to breathe but quickly returning to placing small kisses on her neck and chin.
She smiled. "You want me to talk or you want to keep kissing me?" she asked. He stopped and looked down at her as if he were thinking about it. A second later his mind was made up and he swooped down to capture her lips with his own again.
She was getting swept into her emotions when Bobby's voice boomed from downstairs and saved the day.
"If you want breakfast you better get up from those beds," he called up.
They knew that he knew they were together. And while they were both adults, Bobby treated them more like his kids than fellow hunters.
The stood up and Dean left to get changed in the bathroom so Danae could have the room.
A few moments later she headed downstairs where Sam and Dean were already tucking into bacon and eggs and Bobby was leaned up against the counter waiting for her.
"Danny girl, when did you get in? I didn't even hear you," he said as he pulled her in for a hug.
"Hey, Bobby. I'm sorry, it was late. You were asleep on the couch," she said hugging him back and suddenly remembering what had occurred as he dreamt.
They ate and caught up but Danae knew that if she was going to get any answers she would have to ask Bobby alone.
"So, Bobby, I could use some help on my truck if you have the time. I sort of messed it up on my last hunt."
"When you say sort of messed it up, what do you mean?" the older man asked.
"Well, I was being chased by something, which I later figured out was a baby vamp. I jumped in the truck because I didn't hear him come up on me. And then he just kept coming after I tried to get away so I hit the brakes and threw him off…."
"Go on," he coaxed her.
"And I sort of ran over him, a couple of times. Don't worry, I got out and ganked that SOB but now my truck is making some clicking sound when I turn the steering wheel," she said.
"Sounds like the universal joints," Dean said. "I can help if you want," he said and smiled at me with a raised eyebrow.
She knew that if they went out alone together, the last thing that would be getting looked at would be her truck.
"No, you idgit. She needs her truck fixed, not her libido," Bobby replied refilling his coffee cup.
Both Danae and Dean blushed to know they had been caught. Sam rolled his eyes. It wasn't like everyone didn't know.
"Neither one of you is as smart as you think. You got a fresh hickey there Danny girl," he said taking another long drink.
She subconsciously rubbed her hand along her neck just now feeling the slight bump in the skin and she shot Dean an embarrassed look. He mouthed the word sorry to her and went back to his food.
"We actually need to do a little research ourselves today. We still need to track down whoever Bela sold that gun too. If we got the Colt, it's our best chance," Sam said.
"The Colt? Like the one Samuel Colt made? Hot damn, what are you guys gonna kill with that?" she asked.
The brothers exchanged glances and she couldn't help but notice Dean's glare at his brother, a silent shut up and the subsequent look he gave back.
She decided not to touch the topic but looked back up at Bobby who was shaking his head and looking at anything but the two of them. It was all so suspicious.
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"Yeah, you screwed the hell out of these Universal joints. I should be able to find some out here in this mess though," he said as he rolled from under the old pickup truck.
"Good. I love this piece of junk," she said as she helped him to his feet.
"No time like the present, let's take a walk," he said.
They walked and chatted about her recent hunts and life in general. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask.
"Bobby, can I ask you a question?"
"Well sure," he replied, " what's up?"
"Okay. Last night when I got in, you were asleep on the couch. I covered you up and started to go upstairs when you started talking in your sleep," she said.
His eyes got a little wider as he tried to remember what he was dreaming about and praying she hadn't heard anything she shouldn't have.
"Well, I'm old and I was a little drunk, so…" he said nervously.
"No, I'm not picking. I do it too. It's what you said," she kept going.
He stopped and turned to her and waited.
"You were talking about Dean… and his soul," she said.
He blew out a breath he didn't know he was holding and looked at the girl.
"Is that all you heard?" he asked.
"Well that and something about a year?" she said. "I'm not trying to be nosy, but I mean, it's Dean," she finished.
He took the girl by the shoulders and looked at her sweetly.
"Danae, you know I love you like you was my own flesh and blood. Honey, you got to stop pining over that boy," he said in a fatherly tone.
"It's not pining Bobby. I know that we are just friends," she said.
"Friends don't let friends give them hickeys," Bobby replied.
She rolled her eyes at him and took his arm as they walked.
"Seriously Bobby, were you just having a nightmare or did he do something stupid?"
"Well, you know Dean," he said. She waited.
"It really isn't my place to tell you what happened," he continued. "He… well, you know how he is about Sam. He couldn't let his brother die," he said and stopped.
That opened a few more doors and before long, Bobby found himself damn near weeping while sitting on the tailgate of a truck surrounded in weeds telling Danae the whole tale.
"You can't tell them that you know. They would never forgive me for telling you," he said.
"They won't ever know that you told me. I can't believe he would do something so stupid," she said struggling to keep the tears out of her voice. She didn't want to upset Bobby anymore than she already had.
"How much time does he have left?" she asked timidly.
Bobby looked down at his watch for the date.
"A little over a week. They have been running in circles trying to figure out how to get to this demon Lilith to break the contract but so far nothing. That's why they need the Colt, but if I know Bela Talbot and I do, well did, then that gun is long gone," he said.
Danae could feel the panic attack start and she swayed a little bit. This man she adored, this brave, beautiful and stupid man was going to die in a week and go to Hell. Bobby caught her before she hit the ground.
"Danny girl, you got to calm down. You breathe, do you hear me?" he said frantically.
She tried, she hit her knees and took air in through her nose and out of her mouth. It took several minutes but she was able to calm down enough to stand up.
"Okay. I won't tell Bobby" she said, a great sadness and resolve sweeping over her.
They found a truck and marked it to come back to get the part they needed later and started walking back to the house.
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"I'm going to cook for you tonight," she said.
He had spent the day sick with worry for the girl that was busying herself cleaning the house as if she was going to perform surgery in the front room. He knew that this was what she did when she was nervous or she just needed to think. He didn't blame her and even tried to help by moving furniture when she asked or fetching clothes hangers.
"You don't have to do that Danny girl," he said. "Plenty of leftovers in there," he said.
She gave him a look that begged him to let her do what she needed to do and he nodded.
So when the boys finally dragged in from a day in town at the library, the house looked like it belonged in a magazine and the smell of homemade spaghetti sauce drifted through it like a beacon.
"Oh my God," Dean exclaimed when they walked in.
Sam's eyes had lit up like Christmas as they walked into the kitchen. Danae was just pulling garlic bread out of the oven as well as a homemade apple pie.
They looked at the spread on the table, the fresh salad, the pot of steaming sauce, a bowl of pasta that would have easily fed more and Danae running around like she owned the place.
"Okay, yes, I will marry you Danae," Dean said as he walked up and pulled her in for a hug.
She laughed as he spun her out. "Oh Dean Winchester, you know you could never settle down. But you can sit down. I cooked all this food, and now you guys have to eat it all."
"Challenge accepted," Dean said as they all pulled out chairs. They had a wonderful conversation around the table like a family. Bobby waited for the shoe to drop but Danae was a pro and kept the conversation steered away from anything Hell related.
After dinner, they shared the pie with Dean taking the lion's share before they went into the front room and watched movies together until they were all exhausted.
She and Dean went up to his room and laid in bed talking and flirting. He started asking her stupid, random questions that he was making up off the top of his head as he fought being dragged under into sleep.
He laid his head on her shoulder and pulled her in close and was soon knocked out.
Danae lay there for a while, stroking his face and his hair. It would always be their secret that he loved when this was done for him. He wasn't always tough and it was easy for her to draw out the man she had carried a torch for years.
When she was sure that he wouldn't wake up, she gently extracted herself from him and tiptoed out of the room. She had stashed her clothes in a hall closet when she cleaned and she dressed as silently as she could grabbing her bag and a flashlight on the way.
She didn't dare take a car since the noise was likely to wake the three hunters left sleeping in the house. But she knew that she didn't have far to go to get to her destination.
About two miles up the dirt road that led away from Bobby Singer's yard, she stopped at the old crossroads. The remains of the dilapidated post office were outlined by the light of the full moon.
She pulled the box out of her bag and made sure that all of the ingredients were in place before she stood at the center and dug a hole burying the box. Then she stood and waited.
It wasn't long before a handsome black man greeted her.
"Danae Caraway, what a pleasant surprise," he spoke before turning his chocolate brown eyes into a hideous shade of red.
" I want to make a deal," she said without preamble.
"Well of course you do, my dear, why else would you have summoned me?" he said with a slick smile.
"So what is it that you want, sweetie?"
"I want to buy Dean Winchester's contract. I want to switch places," she said.
He took a long look at her before he laughed loud and hard.
"Oh, you're serious? Honey, I can't make that deal. My boss…" he began.
"If you can't do it, then get your boss," she said.
"Danae, I can literally give you anything in the world. Dean Winchester knew what he was doing when he made his deal. My hands are tied," he said.
"I want to speak to Lilith," she said. The demon's eyes widened that this human would dare to ask for Lilith.
"That is impossible," he said fear lacing into his words.
"Please. You were human once. You can remember what it was like to love someone," she said as the tears started to flow down her cheeks.
The demon found himself in an awful predicament. How was this human making him look into the past and feel things he hadn't in hundreds of years?
"Mazgonan, I will take it from here," they heard a small voice say.
The demon did not have to be told twice and with a snap of his fingers, he popped away.
The child was lovely, like something from a painting.
"Are you Lillith?" Danae asked, shaking.
"I am," the little girl replied.
"I will beg if you want me to. Please release Dean and allow me to take his place," she said as she lowered herself to her knees.
"Why? Why would you give up your life for a man like this?" the girl pressed.
"Because I love him," she replied with downcast eyes.
The ancient demon placed her hand on her chest, a feeling spreading that she had not felt in millennia.
"What are you?" she asked Danae as she cupped a small hand under her chin and lifted the gaze to her own.
"I'm a hunter...I'm," she started.
"No, there's something more there. You are doing something to me," Lillith said.
"Dean has just about a week left. Are you so ready to stop living in a week?" she prompted.
"For him, yes," she said. Lilith looked deeply into Danae's eyes and read her memories. She saw a young Dean and Danae playing with Sam, running around the cars in Bobby's lot. She saw Danae crying from Bobby's porch as the boys rode off with their father. She saw Dean put his arm around her shoulder as they stood in front of a burial pyre that held her father. She saw them sharing loving little moments when they thought they were alone.
"He doesn't love you in the same way that you love him," Lilith said.
"No, I know that," Danae replied.
Lilith thought and then smiled to herself. She knew that Dean Winchester was scared. The hallucinations must have begun already. But she thought that the ultimate hurt could be gained in this new deal.
"I will allow it on two conditions. First of all, you can not tell him that the deal has been made. And secondly, you get only three days," she said.
Danae took in a sharp breath but knew that she could make it for three days.
"I won't even send the hounds if you will come peaceably. Do we have a deal?" she asked.
"Yes," Danae replied. She leaned up on her knees bringing her face to the face with the child who was not a child and pressed her lips against Lillith's in the briefest of touches. To the unknowing eye, it could be a mother and child or two sisters.
She could feel the moment the deal became binding. She closed her eyes and sat back knowing she was now alone.
When she opened her eyes, she was standing outside of Bobby's house and she assumed the demon had popped her back there. She quietly entered the house and went upstairs to get back in bed with Dean.
When she looked at the clock on the nightstand, the time showed that only three minutes had passed since she had left the room though she knew it had been hours. Another gift from Lilith.
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The mood in the morning was good. The whole house was in a state of fake calm.
Dean tried to pretend that he wasn't looking at a giant countdown on his head, Sam and Bobby followed suit.
Danae tried to pretend that she knew nothing about anything.
The sat around the table eating fried spaghetti from the night before when Sam broke the silence.
"I found the Colt, guys," he said but with sadness coating his words.
"Where is it?" Dean asked leaning forward hopefully.
"Historian and philanthropist Gene Mizzanti purchased the Colt pistol for just under 5 million dollars from a second-hand source. The gun, a weapon of ancient lore, is said to hold an important key to the occult. The gun will be on display beginning next month in a European traveling museum of the American West. It is currently being housed at an unknown location," he read.
Dean sat back and rubbed his face with his hand. He looked utterly defeated. She longed to tell him that he didn't have to worry about it anymore. That she had taken care of the situation. But she couldn't.
They finished eating in silence and Dean walked outside to work on his car.
Sam doubled up on research, desperate to find any way that they could find Lilith and convince her to let Dean out of his contract. He carefully hid the screen away from Danae and she decided not to push it.
She knew that Dean needed to be alone, so she decided that she would take a drive and get things ready for the days ahead. She was at two days and a handful of hours.
Bobby lent her an old minivan when she asked if she could use it since her own truck was still up on blocks.
The short drive to the old spillway was easy and she remembered back when she used to play up there with the boys.
Before she lost her nerve, she began piling wood up to build her own funeral pyre. She needed the job to be done completely so that if… no when, she knew it was when… Dean and Sam found out what she had done, they couldn't take it back.
She hid the can of gas and the small book of matches in a dry spot and she drove back to Bobby's in silence.
They had a good night considering that Dean was trying to drink himself to death in the front room.
She made her mind up and walked into the room before leaning down and whispering in his ear. He looked up bleary eyed but tried to get it together for her. She took him upstairs and told him to take a shower. She wanted him sober.
The water did the trick and he came out a little while later in his comfortable sweats and no shirt to find her sitting on the bed waiting for him.
She had pulled her hair down from its usual ponytail and allowed it to cascade around her shoulders. She was wearing one of his plaid shirts and had left the top few buttons undone giving the slightest peek at the outline of her breasts.
He came out still drying his hair but stopped in his tracks when he saw her waiting for him.
She beckoned him over with the crook of her finger and guided him to sit between her legs in the middle of the bed.
For once in his life, Dean was struck speechless, but he obeyed and took the place she asked him to.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to rub the built-up tension away from his body, earning a low moan from him.
Encouraged, she continued to rub his shoulders, stopping every so often to run her hands down his arms, before she placed her lips at the base of his neck and began delivering kisses causing him to shiver.
Finally, he turned around and started to kiss her back, like they always did but she stopped him.
"Dean?" she said.
He looked up at her, his emerald eyes catching the light from the one lamp in the room.
"Make love to me," she said. He looked at her questioningly. This was not a request that she had ever even hinted at with him.
He licked his lips as he thought of what to say.
"Don't think," she said, "just make love to me,"
He laid her down on the pillows and ran a hand up to her cheek and up into her hair. His head dipped low and he placed a kiss on her forehead before bringing his lips down to take her mouth in his. His tongue traced the edges of her own lips begging entrance and she opened hers to allow him in.
Her arms ran up around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. She felt like the inches between them was really miles.
Emboldened he began to kiss her neck and down to her collarbone. When he came up, he looked her right in the eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his own shirt from her body and laid it open.
He looked down at her, now wearing only a pair of black panties and drew in a breath.
"You're beautiful," he said. She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks and turned her head away.
"Don't look away, look at me," he half commanded her. She turned her head to face him and caught his intense gaze as he slowly began kissing the tops of her breasts.
Her eyes rolled back when he took a hard nipple into his mouth and drew it into a small point. Her breath caught and she let a moan escape.
His left arm supported his body while his right hand grazed the nipple that was being neglected. He touched ever so slightly. This was not just sex or a quick lay, he was making love to this woman. He didn't know how much time he had left to do this.
Her back arched up and she had to take her breaths in shallowly. She had been with other men, but they never really took their time and it was usually over seemingly before it began.
She was not having this problem with Dean. He was focused and his every touch was so gentle and loving that it was causing a dam to break inside of her.
He switched nipples and began his work on the opposite one eliciting more small moans from Danae.
His lips kissed down her stomach and to her thighs. She opened her legs, ready for him but he kept on going down. He kissed all the way down her leg and back up the other one before coming to her center.
He didn't touch his mouth here, though she was practically begging at this point. He breathed out just in front of her most sensitive spot and she shivered violently.
Then lazily, and slowly he darted his tongue out and began to lick her softly. This was enough to send her into louder moans which she tried to stifle with her hands.
"No, baby, I want to hear you," he said, stopping.
"I… don't… want…. To wake them up," she said.
"Don't worry about them, I've got you," he replied as he set back to work.
The louder she got the faster he worked as she set the pace until finally, she was shaking from the exertion.
"That's it, come on darling," he coaxed her until she moaned loudly and bucked up, falling over that golden edge.
He came up to eye level with her before positioning himself correctly and kicking the sweats off of his feet and to the floor.
"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded her agreement and he began to push inside of her.
He gave them both a minute to adjust before he began to slowly move in and out. He looked her right in the eye or he tried to as his own began to shut in ecstasy.
"Dean, look at me," she repeated his previous request back at him. He looked up and smiled softly.
She lifted her head from the pillow and brought his down to meet her as she kissed him deeply.
He began to move just a little faster and her head started swimming at that familiar tingle came over her.
His low moan was punctuated by small gasps.
"Oh, my God," he said as he sped up. "I'm so… close…" he said.
She put her hands into his hair and brought his mouth down to hers while simultaneously pushing her hips forward allowing him to go deeper than he had been.
He breathed in sharply and moaned out loudly, with no care for anyone's hearing.
All at once, she felt him pause and then hold with a shudder. He collapsed on her and laid his head on her shoulder desperately trying to catch his breath at the same time she did.
He finally glanced up just in time to see a single tear travel down her cheek.
"Why are you crying? He asked.
"Because I'm happy," she replied. "I have wanted that to happen since I was seventeen years old."
"Danae, I had no idea," he said as he began to draw simple patterns into the flesh of her stomach and breasts careful to avoid the most sensitive parts.
"Yeah," she laughed a bit, "you always were the dumbest smart person I have ever known," she said as she leaned down to kiss him again.
They made love several times that night before they finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
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The next day, Danae would leave Bobby's house for the last time. She got up and faked a text and a phone call from another hunter researcher named Gale Huron. She told the guys that there was a restless spirit not two hundred miles up the road and that her friend wanted help.
She hugged Sammy and Bobby and then walked to her now fixed truck with Dean.
He stood in front of her before pulling her into a deep warm hug. He was telling her goodbye because he thought he would never see her again.
She was telling him goodbye because she knew she would never see him again.
She stood up, nearly his height anyway and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. He pushed her back into the side of the truck and reciprocated. Hungry, impassioned hands roamed each other fully clothed, in daylight. They didn't care. They were desperate.
"It's just a milk run, no big deal," she lied smoothly.
"Yeah, I know. I will just miss you until we see each other again," he lied right back to her.
She gave him one last hug before adding, "I love you, Dean Winchester. I always have and I always will."
"I... " he struggled to say the word that tried so hard to stay out of his lexicon. "I love you too, Danae," he said.
She knew that if she didn't leave, that she would never leave. So she climbed into the truck and backed out of the drive.
She sat and looked at the stars as she finished the bottle of Jack Daniels that she had carried in her truck for all these years. It had been given to her by a friend on the day of her father's funeral. She never opened it in all that time.
But tonight, she peeled the label and not bothering with a glass she sipped for a few hours watching the last sunset she would ever see.
It was getting dark and the trees were starting to take eerie shapes as her mind began playing tricks on her.
She made sure that the letters were situated on the front seat of her truck. One for Bobby, one for Sam and the last one for Dean. Lilith said that she couldn't tell Dean beforehand but he would figure it out and she needed him to know that she was sorry.
She pulled the flannel shirt she had stolen from Dean out and put it on, buttoning it to the top and emptied the bottle of sleeping pills into her hand. It was with some difficulty that she swallowed the pills with the last of the whiskey. Then she climbed to the top of the pyre with the book of matches. The smell of fuel making her already sleepy head swim. She laid back and looked at the stars as she threw the lit match into the flames.
Within moments the pyre was encased in flames and she found herself falling into a deep sleep. She was only vaguely aware of a set of arms carrying her away from the wooden structure and setting her down on the soft ground.
She used the last bit of her vision to see the demon from the crossroads clearly.
"Lilith told me to bring you home. She said you shouldn't have to go like that," he said with disgust as he picked her up and with a snap of his fingers they were gone.
The underworld and her new life awaited her.
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A/N: I had this idea that what if someone besides Sam could save Dean? Would it keep Sam from resorting to demon blood? Would it fuel Dean to fight or what would happen to him? This is intended to be a multiple chapter story. My plan is to follow Dane to Hell and find out why she is able to make a cold blooded creature like a demon feel anything. Please review if you like the story and would like me to continue.