Chapter seven

Dueling Light Sabers

'' He practically ambushed me last night Sam….I am not telling him who I am, don't you remember what things were like in school…..''

'' He's changed Hazel, he's not as black and white as he used to be..'' Sam gestured with his hands looking eternally frustrated, as he folded them across his chest.

'' He seems pretty close to the same guy to me, perhaps maybe a little more inflated ego….''

'' Hazel please….if we don't tell him….'' Sam's eyebrows descended and Hazel got the patented puppy eyed look.

'' He will find out anyway, how can you expect it not to somehow slip….''

'' Look Sam..'' Hazel stated, grabbing his hand and leading him to the edge of the hotel bed. They sat down.

'' Last night he woke me up just because he said I was being too loud, I got mad-stupidly mad, and threw a pillow at his head…….'' Sam grinned at her enjoying the visual.

'' He must have deserved it…..he usually does…''

'' Not my point Sam.''

'' He got to me just like he always has……and now he knows he can get to me…..Just imagine if he knew who I was, how much worse it would be..'' Hazel looked down at her hands her defenses felt shattered against Sam. Hazel couldn't lie to him-but she could tell him just enough to make it not a lie.

'' Hazel, I think you should tell him, but under the circumstances I will let it go for now, I guess we won't tell him about your talents either……but promise me you will at least consider telling him..'' Looking back into Sam's eyes Hazel couldn't deny him.

'' I will Sam….'' She hugged him to her tightly. It was nice to have that bond again, to feel his concern through the heat of his body, it had been so long since anyone had held her that she couldn't help but pull him tighter.

Sam ran his hand down Hazel's hair, the way he used to, only now it was slightly larger-and she remembered he was no boy anymore. She could feel his hands linger at the small of her back, not a boy anymore at all, Hazel thought. Sam pulled her closer, so close she could feel the beat of his heart and the trace of his hair tickling at her neck. Sam was trembling like he was holding in some large force and that was when Hazel realized what he was really doing and feeling.

Sam's mouth was on hers before she could draw the breath to protest, his hands warm and vital-pressed Hazel into the mattress. And then he was pulling her arms above her head. Empathy shock waves shook her body and Hazel wasn't sure if it was Sam's memory or her own-because the circumstances were similar and they'd both been there.

Soiled light lit Sam's figure from behind. The hotel blinds had been pulled to, and they were supposed to be studying. The efforts of their science report lay not only scattered but crushed. Hazel was excited, and worried all at once as Sam took the time to remove her bra, leaving on Hazel's shirt. They were worried that Dean would come back and as a precaution had left it on.

Sam's hands slid down between them, pressing at the spot Hazel had only imagined before now. She whimpered and thrashed her head as he explored her cotton lined center. Sam was slightly awkward, but a bright curiosity and lust burned from his eyes. His body, slid down beneath the comforter, he was gone and then pulling apart her thighs. Sam's breath was heated as he hovered above that place that ached the most and the place that throbbed the fastest.

Hazel moaned on impulse the pleasure and agony of his absence, the idea of what it might feel like, left her feeling frayed. So when Sam's mouth kissed the panty-line-although innocent enough- Hazel came rolling up that slope, crying his name.

And just as things peeked, his brother Dean came crashing through the door.

(Present)

'' Sam……we can't, we shouldn't…..'' Sam pulled away silently his skin warmed and bright.

'' Why not Hazel……..what's stopping us…were both adults now, and we care about each other….''

'' I don't know if I should…….''

'' why?''

'' Because I shouldn't..''

'' Someone else….'' he asked pulling his knees up like a shield, Hazel didn't answer, because she wasn't sure how. And that was when Dean walked in through the door, holding bags of greasy take out, with a smile, like it was Christmas.

'' Did I interrupt anything,'' he asked with a mocking light tone.

'' And yet again…..some things never change..'' Sam stated dryly- sulking into his folded arms.

'' Chinese…..?'' Dean questioned with a raise to his brow like he hadn't a care in the world.

Dean grinned; Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. Hazel left the room.

Hazel closed the bathroom door behind her seriously considering shimmying her way out the small window and away from the Winchesters. Then considered pulling a Lady Godiva, and as she climbed onto her bike, distracting and shocking the boys with her nakedness-she would smack her ass, in a quick kiss my ass salute before riding away. It was a satisfyingly funny scenario but not a very realistic one.

'' What makes you think you know her so well Sammy…''

'' I just do Dean.'' Sam yelled back from outside the bathroom door.

'' One night with a girl is not knowing someone Sam..''

'' I'm not you Dean, I spent longer than that..''

'' So you are hiding something Sammy, I can tell……'' Hazel choose that moment to reappear and save poor Sam from the wolves, this was her lie after all.

'' We met in the library….he helped me with some research….. we spent the night together, after he screwed me against the library study table-and we continued to spend the night together-many-many-times-many-many-places, if you would like a list of all the positions, some I believe are illegal in several states……and I savored every minute of it. But alas he had to go- probably to save your dumb-ass and we ran into each other last night, as you know.'' Hazel folded her arms, tilted her chin and waited to be challenged.

'' Bullshit…..there's more to it than that, I want to know about the guy in the bar last night,'' Dean pushed.

'' The personal part is none of your business….but I will tell you as much as I know about what happened last night…….'' she glanced off to her side to see the surprise that crossed Sam's features. Hazel had now just officially declared her and Sam as lovers, after only moments before turning him down…..he was probably confused.

'' The guy in the bar is part of a group who have been hunting me now for years.'' Hazel answered crossing her legs and sitting on Sam's bed. Hazel laid her head across his shoulder and threaded her fingers with his, waiting for the barrage of questions. And poor Sam looked like he was about to get run over by a truck. Hazel supposed she would fill him in later with the whole lover's scenario. But for now he would have to get used to the idea, it might help Hazel find it easier to stay away from Dean.

Hazel wanted to reach out to Dean. Because she already held the other Winchester-fast and steady her pulse pumped and reanimated the parts of herself that felt dead. She'd never told the story, never dreamed of sharing these pieces of herself with anyone. And as she hugged tightly to Sam hoping his presence would lend her strength-and staring back into the hostile eyes of a man she'd tried so hard not to love.

A shaking unburdened in her soul like a curling vine and the acceptance of needing to tell them, branched out and took root. Screw Dean and his ability to unhinge her impure intentions, screw Dean and his ability to make her feel used just with a glance, and screw Dean for the fact she still wanted him so badly. Hazel didn't need or want his approval; her life would go on as it had since she'd changed her identity. What she was now, she would live without him…..Dean Winchester would be forgotten once again. Because he had to be, it was imperative to keeping her distance intact.

Dean tromped the room like a bull- green eyes glaring, and nostrils flared.

'' Stop the intimidation tactics…..Which don't work on me by the way and be calm, I'll show you, what I know….'' Hazel rose already lost to the comfort of Sam's warmth and dug through her bag for the tattered notebook she kept with her at all times.

Sam's eyes seemed to light up at this, and she took her place beside him, ignoring the grumbling bounce of Dean at her opposite side. Hazel leafed through the pages trying to find a good spot to start, since even she hadn't put together the whole puzzle.

'' When I ran into Sam in the library, I had been looking for a very old translation-to a very old myth. It had been scribed by a Celtic-monk sometime around the year 1800 B.C…..found in only pieces and smudged we can only guess, the whole of the legend…..but I was finally able to get it deciphered, and was handing it over for verification to see if it was authentic…..when I met with you guys in the bar,'' Hazel looked back and forth between them waiting for the inevitable question, they were passing through their eyes.

'' What about the guy..'' they both intoned.

'' Well all I really know about him is that he is part of an organization. A group who seem to be devoted to finding me for some reason and who I believe also killed my parents…'' She got up and turned away from them, after all these years the death of her parents still bothered her, still fell stiff from her tongue like it was unreal.

'' I thought they died in an auto accident,'' Sam asked coming from behind, and putting his hand over Hazel's shoulder. Her dear Sam, who could always tell when she was upset, Hazel's crusader.

'' And the myth..'' Sam asked softly.

'' Well, what I do have of it doesn't make much sense to what it would have to do with everything. Actually, it seems more like a fairy tale-but we know there is always some truth in myth, and so I can't disregard it…'' Hazel's eyes burned as she picked up her notes again, trying to ignore Dean's scrutiny.

'' Yes, here it is….'' Dean went to grab it and Hazel smacked his hand away.

'' Only I touch this…..'' she stated glaring back into his eyes.

'' Chick…you have some major trust issues..'' Dean grumbled.

'' And you have some major space issues……don't touch my shit and I won't touch yours,' she could hear Sam snickering in the background; perhaps, they'd had this talk as well, Hazel smiled.

Keepers of Secret

Bellow the………….,their lived a peaceful sea community………On the other side…..but the water civilization had harnessed the power of water…..and conferring with…..Gods…..ancient magic……..used for good…..broke off taking some of the secretes with them……warfare. ………..traveler goes over the mountains, bring back………sealed magic away…….every generation. The Keepers of Secret…..reborn…………………

'' That's it…'' Dean asked looking impatient.

'' How do you even know this had to do with the guys after you….'' he crossed his arms.

'' Because I do…..does it really matter….''Hazel wasn't about to tell Dean because she felt it the same way she felt her gift had always been hers.

'' Hell yes every detail matters, and I still feel like I am in the dark…..''

'' So do I Dean……please just trust me….'' Hazel laid her hand on his shoulder, feeling him jump beneath her touch…and looked into his darkened eyes.

'' I think maybe we could help you…..'' Sam stated breaking the eye contact between Hazel and Dean.

'' Oh, I don't know…..I usually do my thing alone..'' Hazel looked away trying to come up with a good verbal reason to flee this volatile situation.

'' Sam's a research junkie……and besides we have nothing better to do-than protect a damsel in distress..'' Dean grinned crookedly; he knew already what buttons to push.

'' Hey I've been working alone for a long time…'' Hazel started.

'' Did I mention we wouldn't be taking no for an answer..'' Dean asked eyebrow raised and cocky grin in place.

'' What are you gonna do tie me to the bed?'' Hazel questioned pushing Dean hard enough in the chest that he rolled off the end of the bed, managing to land surprisingly gracefully and still grin.

'' If I have to sweat heart..'' he replied, the clicking to Sam's notebook already tapping across the room.

Dream

The small thatched hut with the textured cloth was burning around her. She sat rocking in the corner-this wasn't supposed to happen. She had been born only the year or so before and was barely old enough to walk. The figures of the villagers around her, rushed and Hazel knew there was a sense of urgency, and danger and the smell of death rising like the flames that licked through the grey smoke. It was destruction it was rebirth Hazel's dream mind kept thinking. Hazel looked at her small hands, and knew this was not Hazel of whom she dreamed. But a small child pressed terrified into the corner.

'' We must save the traveler.'' The people around her repeated, some were crying while men in face paint cut through the crowds, heedless of neither mother nor child…..they seemed to be looking for something.

She screamed at the viciousness of it, no matter how many times Hazel dreamed of this same scene the terror and misery of the people in the dream always seemed to invade her own, like she should be part of it in some way…like she was part of it in some way……and Hazel couldn't stop screaming.

Dean awoke to the sound of something mewling and petrified. He was out of bed and holding the shot-gun like a glinting beacon in the dark, his stance ready for action, and his eyes scanning for danger.

Looking out across the room he saw Dahlia bolt upright and terrified, and he couldn't understand what would cause anyone to look so afraid. He thought it could be nightmares but what kind of nightmares would produce that wild of a reaction?

He moved cautiously across the room afraid any sudden movements might startle her, and suddenly became uncomfortably aware of this protectiveness he felt toward the girl, stronger than any protectiveness he'd felt before, besides with Sammy. He found himself drawn to her and wrapping her in his arms he rocked her and spoke softly into her ear. She was sobbing lightly, yet still didn't seem to be as aware.

'' The fire…..the fire……the fire,'' she continued repeating as he rocked her. Then she pulled slightly away looking at him in the half-light of the room, her full lips parted but no sound came out. The water in her eyes trailed her cheeks, and Dean couldn't stop staring, couldn't feel anything but the sensation of her body, trembling against his. He wanted to kiss her quivering lips, to kiss the trail left by her tears…..he wanted to lay her back against the couch and show her nothing would ever be wrong again.

And then her eyes broke away from his they looked distantly resolute, and he heard Sam moving from where he slept. Sam took one look at their position, their proximity on the couch, and the fire that shot from his eyes said everything without him having to lay blame at all.

'' Are you okay….'' Sam asked kneeling down to better see Dahlia.

'' Just a nightmare….'' she stammered peeking up through her hair at Dean.

'' You could sleep next to me you know….'' Sam stated, holding his hand over hers.

'' I think I better…'' and she glanced back at Dean, making it seem like exactly what Sam thought was true.

'' Look Sam I didn't,'' Dean began.

'' Save it Dean….'' Sam answered with a glare, pulling Dahlia against him.

'' Un-fucking-believable….'' Dean muttered slamming into his own bed. She could have at least stood up for him….but she choose to make him seem guilty as hell….now he wished he would have just kissed the girl, then at least he would have had something to feel guilty about-according to little brother that is. And fuck if he wasn't jealous of Sam sleeping snuggled next to that warm pliant body of hers all night, but he'd never admit it…as far as he was concerned they could both go to hell. Dean punched his pillow feeling the nice cold empty spot on the bed next to him, he stretched out.

'' Sure is nice to have a whole bed to myself…'' he declared to the room in general, and was rewarded by the soft breathing of two already asleep people. Grinding his teeth Dean settled into what would prove to be a very long night.