Sleeping With Ghosts 3
"So what was going on with you and fang face back there?" I asked, not bothering to attempt to hide the possessiveness I felt over Bonnie as I pulled her into the darkened hall before entering the restaurant. I knew she didn't like the whole caveman thing, but when a suck head pins your woman to the wall and tries to stick his tongue down her throat, I think you're entitled to some answers.
"He was just looking for something that wasn't there," she said, shaking her head as she reached out to give my hand a gentle squeeze.
"Not good enough Bonnie," I growled, shaking my head as she sighed.
"Look, I saved his life once with a spell, not knowing how much trouble it would cause later," she said.
"In English please," I said, patience going short. I didn't like that she was evading the question.
"I don't' have time to explain right now, but when we get back to the hotel, I'll tell you everything," she promised, leaning into caress my face gently. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, Dean. I just don't like talking about it. I lost my entire family back when I was still in high school and the wounds are still raw," she admitted, speaking a language I understood all too well.
All those years back, Bonnie had been a broken mess when we'd run into her on the road. She had saved our asses from a blood-thirsty witch in the Quarter In New Orleans, but it was the pain in her eyes that spoke to us. Making Sam and I break protocol, we took her in and trained her like she was one of our own. Being a hunter was about more than just killing evil sons of bitches, it was about helping people, and back then, Bonnie needed all the help she could get.
When we became lovers six months later, it had been a natural progression that no one questioned. It is an unspoken rule among our kind to never ask about the past so I never pushed for her story pre-hunting, committing the bits and pieces she offered up to memory as I occasionally doled out my own.
Seeing the hard one GQ had for her now, I wondered if yet another bad decision was about to come back and bite me in the ass. Nodding to show her I understood, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to rest against me. "I'm not going to give that asshole the satisfaction of thinking he ruined our night."
"Coming to a wedding rehearsal ruined your night, Dean; let's not pretend this is your scene."
"Are you freaking kidding me? An opportunity to hear all kinds of embarrassing stories about baby
Bonnie is worth cleaning up for," I said, wagging my eyebrows as she threw her head back and laughed.
"Dean Winchester, you are a very wicked man," she purred.
"Tonight I'll show you just how much," I promised, refocusing my attention on the slack-jawed group of people who were passing by.
"You didn't tell me you were bringing a date!" The guest of honor gushed, making me grin cockily at the look of approvals exchanged between her and the blonde who sat beside her. I knew from pictures and stories that they were Elena and Caroline, and it was a known fact that once you were in with your girl best friends, it was a done deal.
"I thought it'd be a nice surprise," Bonnie tossed back.
"A very nice surprise," the blonde agreed, grinning up at the man who'd put a rock the size of a baseball on her finger.
"Guys this is my date, Dean. Dean, this is Elena, Stefan, her brother Jeremy, her Aunt Jenna, and her Uncle Alaric, and Caroline, Tyler… and Damon."
"It's nice to meet you folks. I've heard a lot about you over the years," I said, shaking hands like I'd been taught by my father. Believe it or not, we Winchesters had manners; we just opted not to use them half the time.
"I wish we could say the same for you," Elena said, shooting Bonnie a look that said they'd be talking later.
"I can't imagine why not," I said, feigning shock as I turned to Bonnie who shook her head and smiled, accepting their ribbing.
"Okay, we've been dying to get you in here all night, Bon. Spill," Caroline prodded, making me laugh.
"I've told you guys about Dean before, my on-and-off whom I occasionally work with," I said, giving my reflection a good once-over in the mirror.
"Yes, but you neglected to mention he was absolutely gorgeous!" Elena said, as Caroline nodded her agreement.
"You let us go on and on about a relationship earlier without knowing you were going to stroll in here with that piece of eye-candy on your arm."
"Dean and I aren't actually together; I don't know that relationships are really a good idea given our lifestyles."
"Everyone needs someone to love, Bon, and given the way he looks at you and you look at him? I'd say you've all ready made your decisions whether you realize it or not," Caroline said, reapplying her lip-gloss as I shook my head. She always wanted a happy ending, but sometimes there just weren't enough to go around.
"He looks like he wanted to eat you alive, Bon," Elena agreed.
"That's lust, not love, my dears."
"Keep telling yourself that," Caroline scoffed as they shared a knowing look that made me shift my weight nervously. I was fine with whatever it was Dean and I had –no need to ruin it with talks about love and long-term relationships.
Smirking as I listened from my seat at the table, I ignored the warning look Stefan was sending my way. So she and the fearless hunter weren't actually an item. I guess he wasn't so fantastic after all.
"So, Dean tell us what is it you do?" I asked, ignoring the death glare my brother was giving me. The little witch was mine, and though I never thought of her as celibate, I never pictured her as involved. All I ever heard Elena and her blonde friend harp about was how it wasn't right that she lived her life alone. Apparently, she had adopted the motto, 'what they don't know won't hurt them'. If we had not had the run-in earlier, I would have pegged him for a grease monkey, but now he screamed hunter.
"I own a garage with my brother. Nothing fancy, but it pays the bills."
"How… interesting," I said happily, just to remind him just how beneath Bonnie he actually was.
"What was it you did again?" he countered.
"Whatever I want," I said, letting him know with my eyes how little he actually mattered.
"Whatever you want? Seriously, dude? Do you have any idea how douchey that makes you sound?" he asked as snickers erupted around the table. I struggled to keep my eyes from bleeding black.
"Hey, guys! What did we miss?" Elena asked, effectively breaking the tension as the girls all returned to their seats.
"Nothing, baby," Stefan whispered, telling her with his eyes that he will fill her in later.
God I wanted that so bad I could taste it in my mouth. That kind of connection with one person who truly loved me. A few years ago I would have denied it, but really, wasn't that what got me into the mess with Katherine in the first place?
Bennett had done something to me when she brought me back –changed me in a way that was permanent. I had been straddling the line between having emotions and flipping the kill switch on anything that could bother me, but Bonnie ended all that, thrusting me a whirlwind of feelings that brought my world from black and white to an explosion of colors. I wanted to kill her at first, slit her pretty little throat and watch her bleed out for the ruin of my old life, but in time I learned to deal and see it for the true gift it was. I was always searching for a challenge before, but living with emotions was the ultimate test.
"We're leaving your car here," Dean said, clearly fuming as we made our way from the hall and into the parking lot.
"Okay," I agreed, hoping to escape a Winchester explosion. He and Damon had gone back and forth all night, oozing charm and testosterone as they attempted to one up each other.
A lot of people mistook Dean for unintelligent, but the truth was, that GED and give 'em hell attitude went a long way. He'd matched Damon's witty comments with one of his own every time. It was almost flattering being the woman two powerful men wanted, but I was over teenage drama, and had no interest in Damon. Sure, a part of me lusted after him, but what woman with a pulse didn't? The spell held a pull that tugged both ways, but I wasn't foolish enough to think it was anything more than that.
"Listen I know you said to wait till the hotel, but I want to know what kind of mojo you hit that arrogant son of a bitch with, 'cause he's really pissing me off," he growled, pulling out of the parking lot and taking his anger out on the pavement.
"Back when I was in high school, a badass mofo Katherine came calling and single handedly ruined our lives," I began, feeling the years fall away as I retold the tale for the first time in five years.
"Holy shit, Bon. You ripped the bitch's heart out and set her on fire?" he asked, slack-jawed as I nodded. He had seen me do some hardcore shit with my powers over the years, but nothing even remotely close to that. Katherine's death had been the one time that I had crossed the line between white magic and black, and I had made it my business to never go back to that place.
"Can you blame me?" I snapped.
"Well... no," he said, shaking his head as he grew silent once more and I told him about how I brought Damon back.
"Wait, wait. Are you saying you brought fang face back from the dead?" he asked, voicing the question I'd asked myself a million times since.
"Not back from death itself, but from the in between in the middle, yes."
"Shit, Bonnie, no wonder he's following you around like a lost puppy," he muttered, making me laugh. Damon Salvatore did not follow anyone around like a lost puppy.
"I don't think he'd appreciate the description."
"Yeah will; he can go fuck himself," he snorted, scowling darkly. "So you gave him some of your life force?"
"Essentially, yes. It's why he feels a pull towards me."
"And you?" he asked, turning to pin me with those electric orbs he had for eyes.
"Do I feel drawn to him? Yes, slightly. Do I want him? Not even if hell froze over," I said, coolly thinking of the way he ripped out my throat and watched me bleed out on the forest floor. For me, that memory would never dull, always fresh and ready to haunt me in my dreams no matter how much time passed.
Dean puckers his lips as he flashes me a look that said he knew there was more than what I was telling him, but he did not prod anymore. He was always good that way, but I had returned the favor plenty. The Winchesters were a secretive lot, and warming Dean's bed did not automatically make you privy to all the details. Dean was a hard man to be with, but I wasn't naïve enough to think I was any easier. We bore scars on the inside more horrific than those on the surface of our skins. It made being together damn near impossible, but we gave it our best shot.
"You know I owe you now."
"Owe me what?" I asked, never sure what the hell was going on in that head of his.
"A story. But not now, later," he promised, pushing an ancient looking mix tape into the deck as Master of Puppets allowed us to unwind and relax.
Pulling her into my arms, I kicked the hotel door closed with my foot as I captured her lush lips with my own. Moaning, I closed my eyes and let her sweet flavor intoxicate me as I eased my tongue into her waiting mouth. Moving my hands up her back to grasp her wild curls, I lifted her into my arms, needing to feel her curves against mine as I strained against the zipper of my jeans. Grasping her tightly as she locked her legs around my hips, I growled as she rocked against me, and bit down on my earlobe as she eased off my jacket.
"I thought you owed me a story," she gasped as we broke apart for air.
"I owe you something else first, sweetheart," I rasped, as I walked us to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress playfully as we both shed our clothes swiftly. Pausing to take in the beautiful picture she made splayed across the bed, I smiled before crawling my way between her legs and easing my body over her own. Caressing a path down her silken skin, I hissed as I found her core dripping wet. She arched her back and welcomed my fingers inside her with a sigh that had me leaking precum.
"God, you're ready for me aren't you, baby?"
"Since we talked on the phone," she whispered, making me growl deep in my throat. "It's been too long, Dean," she whispered, making me shiver as she caressed a fiery path up my abs to my chest with her tiny hands. Rubbing myself against her weeping center, I knew tonight there would be no foreplay.
"You still have the IUD?" I managed, pausing at her entrance as she nodded and I slowly eased my way inside her tight walls.
"You're always so tight," I marveled, gritting my teeth at the exquisite feel of nothing between her body and mine.
Bonnie Bennett was the only woman I'd willingly enter unprotected, I had I'd been her first –something that had always placed her in a position no one else could ever fill. One of my few rules about woman had been no virgins because I couldn't risk the attachment factor. One look into those hazel eyes and my rule book had gone by the way side.
"Faster, Dean," she whimpered, arching her back as she took me as deep as possible with every thrust.
Lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders, I moaned as she raked her nails down my back, spurring me on as I began to piston inside her, filling the room with the sound of slapping of skin on skin, moans and heavy breathing.
"Oh God, Deeean, I'm gonna… I'm gonna," she cried, trembling as her walls clamped down and a white hot spark of pleasure ran down my spine.
"That's it. Cum for me, baby," I growled, knowing I was close when my balls tightened and she convulsed, taking me over the edge with her as I buried myself deep and filled her with my seed inside her.
Boneless from the hot shower we slipped beneath the covers and I pulled her to rest against my chest. I owed her a story after what she told me, but I didn't' want her to see me when I did it. I had a good poker face, but when it came to talking about my Mom, even I couldn't feign indifference.
"Now, for the story I owe."
"Dean, you really don't have to," she whispered.
"Yeah I do. You put yourself out there for me, least I can do is return the favor," I said, running my fingers through her hair as I began my tale.
Feeling her hold me tighter instead of telling me how sorry she was for my loss, I knew Sam had actually been right for once. I needed to hold on to this girl because no one else would put up with my shit the way she did. The only other girl I had on any sort of semi-permanent basis had been my first love, Cassie. I had spent a year pining after our break up, but I knew it would never be like this. Bonnie understood my life because she'd lived one that was parallel, just as fucked up though the characters and the plot differed drastically. Could be neither of us was cut out for serious and together we'd be dysfunctional as hell, but you never really knew until you tried; and after watching tall dark and fanged sniff after her like a dog in heat I knew I was ready to try. Now I just needed to help her realize she felt the same way because I was freaking awesome.
Hmm what do you guys think? Has our dear Damon met his match? As always feed back is much appreciated.
