AN: So this is the chapter that gave the story its rating. Just a heads up. :)
NBTS Ch. 7
Our short intermission at the diner was perfectly timed because we managed to miss the back up on Highway 20. It was smooth sailing the rest of the way, in our vehicles at least. I decided that even with the late hour, I should stop at the Connor residence to check in. I hadn't been home in over six months and I knew my parents' house would be severely lacking in food and other supplies. There was no doubt in my mind that Aunt Maureen would be able to spare a few essentials until I was able to go to the grocery store in the morning.
"Hey Sam? Uncle Bill and Auntie Mo's place is just up the street. I was hoping to stop by and just say a quick 'Hi', before heading to my parents' place… uh… it's on the way," I said on the phone.
"Yeah, no problem. I can't wait to meet your family," he said cheerfully.
"So… umm… how's, uh, Dean?" I asked tentatively.
"He slept most of the way, so I think he's calmed down a bit," he whispered in response, possibly trying to keep from waking Dean.
"I'm fine," Dean said, obviously annoyed that his brother and I had dared to talk about him.
"Okay. Their driveway is just up here on the right."
"Alright. See you in a bit." Sam finished by pressing the 'End Call' button on his phone. "Dean, please just remember that Toby and his parents have nothing to do with you being mad at Addy. Please don't take it out on them, okay?"
"Seriously dude, I'm fine," Dean said in a calmer tone. "Any word from Cas yet?"
"No, nothing from him, yet. And on the drive in I didn't see any storm clouds or anything else unusual in the area. I'm starting to wonder if his Intel may have been off."
"Or it's just the calm before the actual storm," Dean said.
We pulled our vehicles up beside each other at the end of the unpaved driveway. I heard the doors of the Impala creak open, then thumped closed as Sam and Dean got out and stretched.
Please Lord, let this go smoothly. I implored any entity in the Heavens that would listen. I then got out and met the brothers at the hood of their vehicle.
"So now that we're here, ready?" I said with a nervous smile, biting the right corner of my bottom lip. We then turned to make our way to the rear door of the beautiful blue, three story picturesque farmhouse with gray trim. Just before we reached the bottom of the stairs, the screen door flew open and a 5'4" preteen with black spiked hair came flying down the stairs, nearly knocking me over in a bear hug while he exclaimed, "ADDELAAAIIIDE!!"
"Oomph…hey Toby," I said, struggling to greet him, as he almost completely knocked the wind out of me. "How you doing, Buddy?"
"Oh my God, I missed you so much! How are you? Did you kill those nasty vampires? How long are you in town? You'll be at my game tomorrow, right? Who are those guys? Are they the ones that helped you out last night? Are they staying with you? Are YOU staying here? Your room's all ready you know! Are THEY staying here? How long are you staying?" Toby asked rapidly without taking a breath.
"Tobias… give the girl a chance to breath," his mother said soothingly, from the top of the step, wiping her hands on a white apron over a simple blue dress.
I wrapped my right arm around his shoulders and mussed his hair with my left while saying, "Buddy, I'll answer all your questions once my brain has caught up to all of them, okay? First. Yes, these are the friends I told you about last night. The tall one here is Sam." Sam shook his hand. "And this is his brother, Dean." Dean extended a hand and was instantly transfixed by Toby's emerald green eyes. He was utterly amazed that he was looking into the eyes of my child.
"Why don't you invite them all in Tobias?" Maureen asked smiling at the group.
Grabbing my right arm, Toby said, "Oh yeah! I have something to show you Addy!!" Completely ignoring the other two, Toby swiftly pulled me up the stairs to head into the house. I briefly hugged his mother with full knowledge that there was no stopping him until he showed me whatever it was that had him so excited.
"Hey Mo," I said and smiled apologetically.
"Hi sweetheart, it's good to see you, but we'll catch up in a bit. If you don't follow him soon, I think he might pop your shoulder out of the joint."
"Yeah… and he's gotten so strong lately, I think he might be able to do it too!" I chuckled. And with that Toby and I disappeared into the house.
Maureen then turned to the other two hunters, laughing. "Sorry about Tobias. It's been a while since Adelaide has had a chance to visit and he quite excited to see her. I've made a fresh pot of coffee, why don't you come on in?" She invited them warmly.
They both nodded then made their way up the stairs. "Thank you. It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Connor," Sam said shaking her hand.
"Oh, please, call me Maureen…or Mo."
Sam just nodded in response and continued to the kitchen table just to their right.
"It's good to see you again, Dean. It's been too long," Maureen said to him with a tender smile and a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"You too Mo," Dean said, hugging the 55 year old with a salt and pepper bun. "How's Bill doing?"
"He's doing well. He's been keeping busy with the crops. I'm sorry that he's already gone to bed, but he going to have an early start to the day tomorrow."
"That's no problem. I'll try to catch up with him tomorrow then," he said with a smile then joined his brother at the table. It was a quaint little booth nestled next to a large bay of windows.
Maureen pulled out two matching handmade ceramic mugs with a grapevine motif, poured coffee into each and placed them in front of each of her guests. "Sugar's in the bowl there," she point to an antique clear glass dish with a lid in the centre of the table. "Do either of you use cream?"
"No, thank you," they said in unison, shaking their heads.
Satisfied that the new comers were comfortable, Maureen turned and walked into the living room saying, "Excuse me, please. Tobias, be gentle with Adelaide. Remember, she had a rough night last night."
Once they were alone, Sam looked up at Dean and asked him meekly, "So you know Bill and Maureen?" He took a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah. Like Lay said, they're like her family. Dad and I got to know the two of them during our many visits with the Joneses. Maureen makes the best pumpkin pie on the planet." He smiled at the memory of the fresh pumpkin pie he used to enjoy at this very table.
Maureen and I returned to the kitchen and I found a seat beside Dean. I would have preferred to sit beside Sam, but his large frame didn't allow for a second person to sit on his side of the bench. Maureen place a third matching mug of coffee in front of me, cream already added to it.
"So what did he have to show you?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. He ran up to his room to get whatever it is and then Mo led me back into here."
"Addy! Check it out!" Toby said from the door. He was proudly wearing a white baseball jersey with red piping along the seams with large stylized red letters saying "Red Birds" across his chest.
"Wow! Looks great, Buddy!" I whistled and praised. "Come here. Now for the most important part…" I turned him around so that I could get a good look at his back. "What's this?!" I said in mock horror. "Number 2?!" I scrunched my nose, pretending to be appalled by this revelation. "What? Did someone already take number 24? I could have a little chat with them for you if you needed me to." I continued to tease.
"AD DEE," he whined. "I already told you, I wanna be like Derek Jeter, no that old fart you liked."
"Old fart?! Why I never!" I grabbed him into my lap and started to tickle him. "If you're going to play first base, you should be trying to be like Tino Martinez, not Derek Cheater!"
"Addy! Addy! Stop! Stop!" He said between gasps of laughter and I released him from my grip.
"Okay you two, that's enough. I think someone has to head to bed now. School tomorrow son," Maureen said delicately.
"But mom!"
"Tobias," She said in an authoritative motherly tone.
"Fine," he huffed and came back to the table to give me a hug.
After a tight squeeze and kiss on the cheek, I whispered to him, "I'll see ya tomorrow at the ball park, okay? Good night, Buddy, sweet dreams. I love you."
"G'night Addy. I love you too. I'm glad you're finally home," he said holding me in another small hug. "Night Sam. Night Dean," he said almost sadly with a brief wave while he was being ushered to his room by his mother. I could tell that he didn't want to miss out on any of the fun he was sure we would be having in the kitchen without him.
The three of us sat, drinking our coffees in a comfortable silence. "He's so excited that you're home, Adelaide," Maureen said as she reentered the kitchen.
"I'm sorry I've been away so long," I said, getting up to place my now empty mug on the counter beside the sink.
"It's fine, sweetheart," Maureen said soothingly. Lightly touching my right arm, she continued. "We understand that your work is important and keeps you on the road. I'm just glad you're home safe now. So, are you staying long?"
"I'll… we'll be staying for a few days, at least. Something has come up nearby, so we'll be working the case from here."
Maureen's brown eyes lit up at the prospect of my staying in town for more than a night. She and Bill had numerous trap and precautions that I had put in place to ward off demons and spirits, but I didn't want to tell her the truth until we knew exactly what we were dealing with. I didn't see the sense in alarming her unless we found any signs that she and her family might be in immediate danger.
"Umm…" I said timidly. "I haven't had a chance to go to the grocery store… do you think I could…" I was trying to keep my voice low so that Sam and Dean wouldn't hear our conversation.
"Oh Adelaide Victoria Jones! You should know better!" She said loudly. "When Toby told us you were heading home, I made sure your house was ready for you, just like I always have. Everything's been taken care of."
"Oh Mo!" I said, grabbing her into a bear hug. "You HAVE to let me repay you."
"Adelaide. You know your money is no good to me! I still owe you, remember," she said with a wink.
"Thank you so much! I love you."
"I love you too sweetie."
"Okay… well… I guess we should head out then. It's late and we should let you get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow to get the details about Toby's game."
"Sounds good, honey. Have a good night you three."
"Thanks. You too," Sam and Dean once again said in unison.
After another amorous hug and affirmation of love, I made my way down the stairs behind the Winchesters en route to our vehicles.
"Do you remember the way?" I asked Dean.
"Yes," he said quietly, getting into the driver's side. Before he could close his door, I grabbed it and passed him a single key on a miniature brown baseball bat keychain that the Connors' kept for just this type of occasion. Dean took the key and smiled and started the Impala.
"See you there," Sam said softly while he climbed into the passenger's seat.
Dean arrived at the house first and was starting to unload their bags with Sam when I pulled up. I went to my trunk to do the same. "Home sweet home," I said sadly while looking up at the yellow three story farm house with white trim. I was nearly identical to the Connor residence.
We made it through the back door and I led the two others to the main stairs in the living room. "Bedrooms are upstairs."
Once upstairs, I took a deep breath and looked at the open door at the end of the hall to what used to be my parent's master bedroom. "One of you can take that room. It has a king sized bed and a master bathroom attached to it with a Jacuzzi tub."
"You take it, Sammy," Dean said.
"Really?" Sam said as he quickly proceeded down the hall to the room before Dean could have a chance to change his mind.
"The guest room's right here," I said, pointing to the door immediately to the left. "Bathroom is across the hall and towels are in the closet there" I gestured to the closed door a few feet to the left of the bathroom. "Umm… just let me know if you need anything."
"Thanks, Lay," he said quietly giving my arm a tight squeeze. "Sleep tight."
"G'night."
Then we retreated to our respective rooms.
***
"YOU'RE WHAT?!?" My dad said with anger.
"Sydney, call down. Let her speak," my said, trying her best to keep the situation from getting out of control.
"I'LL KILL HIM! It was hard enough staying in the game when YOU were born!! How the hell are we going to keep hunting now?" He asking with a bite in my direction and then he polished off his Jack Daniels neat and slammed the glass on the table.
"I'm so sorry daddy," I said before running up the stairs to my room with tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Syd, if you don't calm down, we could lose her," my mother said, trying to be the voice of reason.
"Wouldn't be much of a loss," he said as he went into the kitchen to get a refill.
My mom just shook her head while making her way to my room.
"Sweetie, he's just upset. He didn't mean any of that," she said soothingly while rubbing my back as I lay on my bed on my stomach with my face buried in my pillow.
"Yes he did mum," I said and rolled over to face her, sniffling back my tears in an attempt to compose myself. "He never wanted to have kids. He told me that a long time ago. He just wanted to go through life hunting, with only you. He's always said that I got in the way of that."
"Sweetie…"
* Two years later*
SMASH
"If YOU weren't around, she'd be here still!!"
I ducked as the glass Jack Daniels' bottle shattered on the living room wall just to my left.
"This is ALL your fault," he said drunkenly with blood shot eyes and sweat forming on his brow.
"Well don't worry SYDNEY, I was just here to pick up my stuff and then I'm gone! Then you'll be free to go ahead and drink yourself to death for all I care!" I screamed back at him defiantly.
Then I ran up to my room. I started to shove my clothes into my granddad's old canvas army issue duffle bag.
"Hurry and get the fuck out," he said at the open door behind me.
"I'm going as fast as I can, Sydney."
THWAP!
I've pushed him before, but this time, I went too far. He back handed me across the left cheek, then grabbed my hair and went to punch me in the face.
"No! Please! Please, daddy! I'm sorry!"
***
"Lay! Wake up! Wake up, Lay!" Dean was shaking me awake.
"What? Dean? Where…" I asked through the fog of sleep.
"I heard you screaming. I was worried," he said as he pulled me into a hug. He sat on my bed and smoothed my hair down my back as he tried to calm me. He hesitantly asked, "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No, not really…"
"Oh, okay." He stopped stroking my hair and got up to leave, taking that as my way of telling him to leave.
I grabbed his arm as he stood which caused him to look back at me, a deep scowl evident on his moonlit face.
"But I will," I said with a little bit more confidence.
I sat up and shifted over under the covers so that he could rejoin me on my bed. He sat on top of the covers, hands in his lap while I tugged at a stray string on my navy blue comforter.
"You know Sydney… err, my dad and I didn't really get along all that well, right?" I said slowly and Dean nodded while watching me intently. "Well…after my mom was killed, things went down hill almost immediately.
"To deal with the loss, he started drinking heavily… like five 40s of Jack a day heavy… he…"
My voice quaked, but no tears were forming. I had promised myself a long time ago that I would shed no more tears for anything pertaining to my father. Dean moved over and wrapped an arm around me. I succumbed to his embrace and cuddled into his side by putting my right arm behind his back and sliding my left over his chiseled chest. Placing my head on the left side of his chest, I listened to his quickening heart beat.
"He blamed me for everything. She died saving my life and he hated me even more because of that. After he beat me one day in a drunken rage, I left and never looked back. I haven't spent a night here in the last eight years."
"I didn't know," he said through a whisper, shifting my hair to kiss my forehead and rubbing my back. "He came on a few hunts with dad and me, but he just said you were doing your own thing when dad asked about you."
"Yeah… well… I was," I said and laughed lightly and pushed myself gently off his chest so that I could look into his eyes. "I delved deeper into the job to escape him and everything that went wrong. I always came back though to visit Auntie Mo, Uncle Bill and Toby. But I would always stay at their house because I just couldn't face him by coming back here.
"He and I never really got a chance to mend things. I even ignored his call when he was looking for help during the Rising of the Witnesses. I raced home after I heard Bobby's message about what was happening, but I was too late." I picked at his t-shirt, avoiding his gaze because I felt guilt about my cowardice. Dean and I used to talk like this all the time when we were younger, but since that was so long ago I was feeling embarrassed by the vulnerability I showed while confiding in him.
"It wasn't your fault… in either case."
"I know… I know…" I furrowed my brow deep in a momentary thought. I really did know what he was saying was true, but I still felt some guilt. "Anyway, that's the story behind the nightmare I was just having." I sighed and felt another ten pounds lighter. No one, except for Maureen and Bill knew that my father had once beaten me.
I continued to fiddle with his shirt because I was unsure what I should do next.
"Thank you," he finally said with a quiver in his voice as he stilled my left hand with his own. My eyes shot up to his face.
Oh God! He really did care. And I created such a wall between us.
"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch, Dean. I was just so hurt when you never cam back. It was so much easier to be mad at you and pretend I hated you then to try to explain it all."
He held my left hand tightly and our eyes met as he said, "I'm not always the easiest person to talk to either, Lay. I wish I could have been there for you; you shouldn't have had to deal with on your own. I'm so sorry." He bowed his head and sighed deeply.
"It's not your fault, Dean. Bill and Mo helped me through all of it along with Sister Mary Catherine. I wasn't alone, so please, please don't feel guilty? Okay?"
"Okay."
With that cleared up, I slipped deeper under the covers and place my head on his chest. Dean shifted and got under the covers and was now lying down too. I traced circles on his stomach and he kissed my head again saying, "Sweet dreams."
"You too Dean," I softly replied. Then we both drifted to sleep.
***
"I want to stand with you on a mountain I want to bathe with you in the sea I want to lay like this forever Until the sky falls down on me…"
Dean pulled himself up from the heated make out session in the back of the Impala, his bow tie discarded somewhere within the confines of the vehicle. With lust in his eyes, he started to unzip me out of my long navy blue strapless stretch stain gown with silver beaded accents.
"Dean," I breathlessly panted.
"Shhh," he whispered as he stopped disrobing me. "It's okay, we can take it slow."
"No, it's not that," I looked down at his shirt coyly as I continued to undoing his buttons. "Do you have protection?"
He laughed then completed his previous task of getting me out of my dress and carefully placed it on the front passenger seat. He looked down at my nearly naked body, kissed my stomach before making his way up to my neck with a trail of kisses. With a nibble on my right earlobe he said, "Of course."
His mouth then found my own again and as our tongues played in each others mouths, I quickly liberated him from his pants. Slightly impress and surprised by the speed with which I had gotten him into his boxers, he smiled down and teased while cocking his right eyebrow, "Are you sure this is your first time?" I could only giggle as a response.
He then removed my strapless blue and blue lace bra and cupped my breasts in his hands. "You are so beautiful."
Slowly he suckled my right nipple, while his left fingers went to work playing with my left. At that moment in time I didn't think that I could be anymore aroused and I let out a soft moan of excitement. This seemed to help him to reach a comparable level of excitement, as I felt him hardening against my left leg.
His lips made a path of kisses from my breast to the nape of my neck with his left hand discarded my matching lace panties on the floor of his beloved car. Then his fingers glided up my leg to my inner thigh, resting near the hot, wet centre of passion. I started to moan louder as he moved his hand in a circular motion, checking to make sure that I was primed as he gently stroked the most sensitive of my pleasure points.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked in my ear.
"Yes… yes… more than anything!"
His boxers then came off quickly and he struggled with what I could only assume was a condom for a couple of seconds. Then, as he gently guided himself into me he sang along with 'our song.' "I'll love you more with every breath Truly Madly Deeply Do…"
"Ahh," I yelped softly because the penetration of my first time pinched ever so slightly. "I love you."
We easily found our rhythm as his mouth engulfed my own. At the moment of climax I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure deep into his mouth. He nuzzled his face into my hair, moaning loudly as he reached his own gratifying apex.
"I love you, Addy," he said firmly as he pushed my sweaty hair out of my face and gently kissed my lips.
"I love you too, Dean."
***
My eyes slowly opened to reveal my sun soaked bed room Dean's chest was still acting as a makeshift pillow and I smiled to myself at the relief that he was still there. His left arm was under my body and his hand had made its home under the waist band of my red and black flannel shorts, cupping my buttocks softly.
"That sounded like a much happier dream," he said with a grin while looking down at me, squeezing my tush lightly.
"Mmm hmm," I said with a smile on my face, my head still against his chest.
He soon fell back asleep, quietly snoring as I untangled myself from his embrace. Once I was out of bed, I looked down and him and kissed his forehead. Then I grabbed my robe and made my way downstairs.
