Disclaimer: See Ch1. Songs used: Eve6- JetPac, FlyLeaf- All Around Me, and Ozzy Osbourne- Desire.
Change Of Season
Chapter 2: Everyone's Wearing My Shirts
My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you
I tried to dress to impress. Something soft enough that would be both sexy and give me an edge of innocence to draw out whatever evil son of a cock block we'd be hunting. Though as I threw on my silk green lace cami over jeans, I knew it probably wouldn't help.
Why?
Because demons don't go after lycans. Supernatural does not fight supernatural. Not because of any unwritten rule or allegiance, but simply because it heightens the risk of them not winning, and dying. A demon has but two rules. 1.) Survive. 2.) See Rule #1.
Even Satanists would get a bad vibe and avoid me.
The good news? I could sense them too. And if it is a demon, I can't be possessed. To explain it in Layman's terms, there's no vacancy.
The bad news? They hate me. They semi-tolerate my work with the other werewolves, and taking out the rouges, but as soon as I broadened my kill zone, I was on the out. Didn't like that I was batting for the other team, like a moral lesbian.
Bad guys hate me, hunters try to kill me, humans are just scared as shit of me. That used to bother me once upon a time, when I was alone. I wasn't anymore.
Which was made evidently clear when Dean came out of the bathroom wearing ripped up jeans and a Metallica t-shirt that looked skintight and familiar.
"Hey! My shirt!"
It's all right, it's okay
No one's ever gonna take us away
I nicked it the first we slept together, back in Wisconsin. It was my new favorite shirt.
"Do you want it back now?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her inquisitively as I hooked my thumbs on the beltloops of her skintight jeans. Seriously dude, they looked painted on!
"Its alright, looks better on you anyway. But don't stain it or rip it or…anything! Or no sex for a week."
I laughed, pulling her towards me.
"You couldn't last a week."
"Maybe, but I could try. I could try really really hard."
"Am I interrupting something?"
This fire rising through my being
"Only always" Dean quipped as he let me go. Sam was wearing his new shirt. Everyone was wearing my shirts! It felt so…weird.
It was a button-up stripey one, just like the others that somehow camouflaged his muscular toning. Never could figure out how. Hibernation; that was my theory and I'm sticking to it.
I was white with alternating thick blue stripes and thinner dark green ones. I bought it because it just made his eyes really pop. When he walks into a room whilst wearing it, it makes you look at his eyes and go "woah."
"Play nice," I scolded, slapping Dean playfully on his arm.
"You look good," I added to Sam as I slipped on heels and my black leather jacket.
"Thanks," he nodded back, shrugging on his own dark brown bomber as Dean did the same. DoubleMint Twins moment. It was contagious too. On the way out of Georgia Dean and I shut our doors at the exact same time. Creepy, eh?
I headed out the door before adding, "Lets go party with Satan."
You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
Its very observationally interesting to watch my brother and Jesse work. Dean flirts with this woman while hussling pool, Jesse flirts with the DJ to get a request in. Both of them are trying not to look at eachother, or strangle their flirtees.
The party itself was a frat party, situated in a large old southern farmhouse not far from the campus.
Me? I'm talking mildly to a woman named Kelly, a student over at Keiser, majoring in meteorology. We were talking about the weather occurrences.
"Our professor can't even accurately explain it. He says its Ill Nino and we should move on with our lesson on global warming and its effects on weather, but how does Ill Nino strike only this town, while over in Destin everything is normal as can be?"
I shrugged, "Beats me. Do you notice anything else weird or strange going on? I mean, weird weather patterns along with this string unsolved deaths all at the same time? Its an odd coincidence."
Coincidence, yeah. That was one way to put it.
Burning I'm not used to seeing you
I sent the DJ a wink and a smile before strutting my way to the all-but-deserted dance floor. Seriously guys, its college, dance knowledge is a requirement for the entirety of your time there. Trust me!
A few of the faces were pretty familiar as well. I attended TU majoring in Marine and Wildlife Biology, so a few people called my name and I waved back with a nod or some weird secret handshake. College, it's a crazy place.
Nonetheless my request came on, Rev 22:20 by Puscifer. I let my body go with the rhythm, daring the thing to come out and play.
Hey, don't knock it, we had a plan. Jesse dance, Jesse sense bad thing, Jesse spot bad thing, Winchesters kill bad thing. See? We knew exactly what we were doing.
Then I felt it. The hackles of my beast raised the hair on the nape of my neck. I raised my head and looked around as I moved about the dance floor through the swath of men that had enclosed me. Nothing. Whatever it was was gone now, and the only evil left came from the glares of females in the room.
They only watched; the male testosterone blob. Until one moved forward from the rest.
He was gorgeous, beautiful even. The perfect cheekbones, poutable lips, and wide impossibly green doe eyes. Yet still there was that indiscernible something where even if you spotted him from across the street you knew he was male.
He was dressed in tight black jeans, an emerald silk button up, like Sam's but solid, and black loafer-like sneakers. The shoes of college kids, dressy yet indefinitely cool. With his chocolate brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, he moved around me, matching my cadence and steps. A man well versed in the knowledge of rhythm, a-fucking-men.
It's the same old desire
Nothing has changed, nothing's the same
Burning like fire
Don't you ever take my name in vain
"So have you noticed anything strange or weird going on lately?"
"Well," she practically giggled, bubbly as the wine-spritzer-thing she was drinking "the weathers been all weird since a month ago-ish. And now all these women dying, you know? They're all like, in they're prime of life years, and like, exhaustion? And I'm like, it could be me!"
"Yeah, you be careful walking home tonight. Wouldn't want anything to happen to a pretty face like yours."
Yep, that's it. Feed her the compliments, gain her trust, and get her to spill. Just like every other—who the fuck is Jesse dancing with?!
You're the one using me as a muse
I think I just got a break in the case.
According to Kelly the last victim, Tina Budge, was seeing someone new. She never told Kelly who, or really elaborated much at all about him. Just that he flew over with a group of people on an exchange program from Europe to finish up their Masters in Literary Studies.
Still, it was something. I gave Kelly my number in case she thought of anything else, and ventured off to find Dean and Jesse.
Dean was in death glare complete with his 'touch and I will bite your head off' mode. The cause being Jesse's dance moves with some guy on the other side of the room.
I think tonight I was going to bear witness to their first fight. Made a mental note to thank her later for the adjoining room.
I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
"What's your name anyway?" I asked as the song switched to Empte by Skinny Puppy.
"Byron,"
"Well Byron, you're a damn good dancer."
He laughed, and it was a refreshing sound. The voice itself was definitely foreign, but soft enough that you didn't notice at first. Eastern European perhaps, something along those lines. Then I froze. My motion and rhythm went stiff as a board when the scent hit my tongue. Spicy, sweet, anger, Dean. Coming this way too.
Guess it was time to go.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Boyfriend, away with boyfriend."
"I never got your name."
"I didn't give it."
I moved through the circle of ogling frat-tards to Dean, letting the rage wash over me in a scalding hot wave of jealousy.
"Dean," I began at an attempt to pacify him, but I never got that far. Before I could utter out one more syllable he crushed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss that was just this side of pain.
When the need for oxygen forced us apart, I finally spoke.
"I'm yours, through and through. You don't need to worry about me getting euro-trashed. Or any kind of trashed for that matter,"
He nodded, trying to find his bearings. Dean was never that great with the "share our emotions" stuff, but neither was I. Somehow we made it work.
"I…its just..I can't dance!"
I couldn't help but laugh. Dean, master of charm and smarm, ruler of the 'melt your pants of' grin, felt insecure simply because he couldn't bust a move.
"I don't care. Your Dean and I love you, not Byron and his rhythm ownage. Now stop being insecure its so…un-Dean-like!"
"Hey! I am NOT insecure."
"Of course not."
"I have nothing to be insecure about."
"Nope, not a thing."
And as much as I was fighting not to break my straight face, it was true. An army of half-naked Byron's couldn't sway me. I was Dean's, unless something terrible somehow pried us apart. I didn't dwell on it.
Live for the moment, cause tomorrow, you might be dead.
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