Lost In A Spark Of Passion

By bluebutterfly2006

* Chapter 2*

Suddenly, something overcame Dean. He reached out and positioned his hand gently on Sailor Jupiter's soft cheek. At that instant, her heart began to beat out of her chest...

"Mmm."

"What?"

"Such a beautiful Angel. It's no use, we are equally matched. In combat that is." Dean indicated.

"Wait! Did you just called me an Angel?" Sailor Jupiter questioned, confusedly.

"Yes, I did."

"No one has ever said that to me!"

"Well, they should have." Dean vocalized and winked.

Sailor Jupiter smiled and her blushed deepen. Dean was captivated with this woman. He didn't know why, but being with her he had no need to kill. Had she done something to him?

Sailor Jupiter perceived of this being wrong. However, she wanted to do something exciting, other than the usual fighting off evil scum.

"So...Since we can't defeat one another...What now? Any suggestions?" Sailor Jupiter asked.

"I have a few in mind," Dean commented and added. "If you are interested?"

"Sure."

Dean culled her body closer to him. In a soft gesture, he kissed her red lips. A sudden spark of lighting occurred between them. In returned rapidly, Sailor Jupiter kissed him back, passionately.

"WOW!" Sailor Jupiter spoke, breathless.

"What the hell?" Dean asked.

"Oh, that was me. Um, its-" Sailor Jupiter stuttered and once again her cheeks flushed.

Dean chuckled quietly and inquired.

"Is there a place we can go to continue this?"

"Yeah. Follow me." Sailor Jupiter directed.

Soon after, they arrived at Sailor Jupiter's apartment and entered inside. Dean noticed the place had one bedroom, small kitchen, a dinning table with two chairs. The living room had just enough space for the long couch, a little TV that was placed on a stand, additional two recliners in front of it; plus the regular everyday appliances.

Suddenly, Dean glimpsed at a picture nearby in a shelve. It was a group photo of Sailor Jupiter and the girls from earlier; minus one he hadn't seen. The picture was took at a some kind of celebration.

"Well...Make yourself at home, Demon." Sailor Jupiter mentioned and noted that it had been a while since she stayed here.

Thinking back, Sailor Jupiter was relieved that she had kept the place.

"Don't mind if I do." Dean replied and included. "The name is Dean Winchester."

"Oh! My civilian name is Makoto Kino." She said, as she closed her eyes and she went back to human form and seated besides him.

Dean put his hand on her cheek. Makoto placed her hand on his and felt his warm touch. Instantly, she kissed his hand and looked up at him. She noticed his hazel green eyes staring back at her. He slid his thumb over her lips. Next, Dean brought his lips closer to hers and gave them a sweet gentle kiss. Makoto returned the kiss. They both exchanged smiles at one another. As the heat intensify, their fingertips also explored each others flesh that was cloak in unwanted fabric.

Dean unzipped and pulled down her brown skirt and panties which fell off her skin and onto the floor. Next, she stepped out of them. He pulled up and off her white shirt and bra and flung it to the side. Her beautiful bare body stood in front of him. Just one thing was missing. Dean concluded and reached up and untied her hair.

Makoto's hair bounced and cascaded around her shoulders. She unbuttoned Dean's shirt and slid it off his shoulders, then his arms. She guided her hand across his stomach. Straight away, Dean shivered at the contact. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them and the underwear down. In seconds, Dean proceeded out of the clothing, which laid next to hers. Followed by more passionate kisses exchanged.

Unexpectedly, Dean picked up Makoto and placed her onto the bed, gently. Where he kissed her lips, neck, top of her chest, nipples and on down at her stomach.

There was just something about her that somehow awaken an old part of himself.

Once ready, Dean inserted himself into her heated core. They both thrust up and down to each other's movement. It was cleared they needed the extricated, extremely. Makoto and Dean moaned delighted to one another's action.

Afterwards, satisfied and their breathing had calmed.

"You was simply wonderful. The best!"

"You wasn't bad yourself."

They cuddle together in one another's embrace covered to their chests with an green sheet. Makoto rubbed her fingertips against his back as a soothing and comfort gesture. She sighed loudly without realizing it.

"What?" Dean asked, concerned.

"Oh...Nothing." Makoto quickly responded.

"Don't believe that! Spill!"

"Umm..."

Dean observed and nodded for her to continued.

"Well, to make a long story short. I have always fell for the bad boys, the same ones who breaks girls heart without second guessing their actions. Or boys say they only wanted to be my friend...They didn't say they was threatened by whole I am, they revealed it. Not many wanted to be my friend, because of my past. I got into a lot of fights. I don't take kindly to bullies. For along time, I didn't let anyone close, afraid of being hurt. Thereupon, one day I met a girl who wasn't scared to talk to me. She had opened not just my eyes to things, but my heart into trusting again. Even after the acknowledgement of my past, she not once hesitated to talk to me and we became real-close friends. Also, at this time...I became a Sailor Guardian, Sailor Jupiter. Protector of the Princess; Queen now and the Silver Crystal. After these years, it was proven fact, that our love lives are well- hopefulness. Meaning, an relationship for us all wouldn't work out. I wouldn't change being a scout, though. My friends-family mean a lot to me. This moment I will missed, but cherish! Oh wow! I said to much. Sorry about that! Please don't speak of this to anyone!"

Dean chuckled and rejoined with, " I won't."

"Thank you so much! So, what about you? What's your story?" Makoto requested, curiously.

"Short version...My brother and me help people with the supernatural...And well... I had received something so vicious and dangerously powerful; the Mark of Cain. I needed it to destroyed Abaddon, A Knight of Hell; another Demon. Once that task was completed. Well... I couldn't get rid of it. All had tried to help me, rescue me, but couldn't. As days passed, I began to get worse. I had the need to kill anything, anyone. At times, I didn't even realize it. The battle before now...I was killed...Not thinking hard much about it what would happened if this occurred. One minute I'm seated on the ground, talking-watching my brother approached me as I took my last breath. Next, I awoke on my bed at the bunker, with Crowley. A Demon- King of Hell, that whispered into my ears. In all, I had became what I had hunted. Now, my brother, Sam and his-our friends are trying their damnest to get me back to the old me. The fact is I don't want to be the old me anymore!"

"I understand, completely... If you're interested. I have a friend that might be able to help you get back home. However, we'll have to go tomorrow." Makoto advised and included, " I can relate to being dead, too. We all have."

"Really?" Dean inquired, stunned.

"Yep... Dean can I say something? On a honest note?" Makoto questioned.

"Sure."

"Don't try to be something your not! If you can at all, get out fast! Before it gets to late! If it is something that keeps hurting you, it's not worth the pain. Yeah, it makes you feel something, but what of the cost?"

"It's too late for me!" Dean stated.

"Might seem that way, but it's not. Deep down, Dean I can sensed you're a wonderful-caring person. Who helps others in anyway you can. This is a part of you-the real you! This you that you are now, isn't. I hope you can be saved, Dean. The one pathway you was on, it's simply beautiful! Hunting things, saving people..."

Dean quickly gazed at her, astonished. The woman spoke as of she been there every step of his life and after. What had Dean so puzzled was the fact, he was starting to feel like himself again.

'Maybe I over spoke and stepped the boundaries? Should I say something? Turned towards him, perhaps? Or just lay still?' Makoto wondered in thought.

Silence filled the air, as each envisioned the outcome. Soon after, sleep visited them. Both.

Abruptly, Makoto woke up from her peaceful slumber in panic...

More to come...