Updated 6/10/14 to include...well most of this chapter. And sexiness. This is where the casual D/s themes come in, so if that's not your thing...sorry!


Demons: Imagine Dragons

Ion greeted Sam at the door a few nights later. He'd expected Isabel to be on the porch, given the might evening, but she was nowhere in sight. He'd worked late because she had an Open House at the school, and Alice had taken the opportunity to have him move three sections of books. Why she kept having him move things in the mostly unused sections of the library, he had no clue.

Sam found Isabel curled up in front of the fireplace. "Hey," She said solemnly.

He sat down next to her, "What's wrong, Izzy?"

"Nothing." She said, sniffing slightly.

"What happened at the school tonight?" Sam asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." Isabel replied, furiously wiping her eyes.

"Isabel, tell me what's wrong." Sam said sternly.

She set her jaw, "No."

Her tone snapped something in side of him, "What did you just say to me?"

Her cheeks flushed, and a fire roared to life in her eyes. She looked up at him daringly, "I said 'No.'."

Sam walked towards her slowly, watching how her breathing hiked with every step closer he got. "Why would you tell me no?" He asked, cupping her face in his hands, "That's rude, Isabel."

Her mouth opened slightly, and she bit her lower lip, "I'm not telling you."

Sam had her off the chair in an instant, pinning her to the floor. Isabel's chest heaved underneath him, "You're on thin ice, Isabel. What happened?" He accented his words by biting over her jugular.

Isabel went slack, and she looked sad, "Some of the moms were talking about you."

Sam sat back a little, putting a little of his weight across her hips so he could brush her hair out of her face, "What were they saying?"

She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, "That you're too good for me. That I'm just a little girl and you're a man, and you couldn't possibly be in love with me. I'm a screw up with a murdered dad, and they don't really want me around their kids."

Sam scoffed, "Izzy, do you really believe any of that?" The pitiful look on her face told him she did, "Why? Izzy, you're the one who's too good for me. You're sweet, and quirky, and for some reason, you actually like spending time with me. Those kids, they're lucky to have you as their teacher."

"I more than like spending time with you, Sam." Isabel said, rolling her hips underneath him.

Sam shook his head, "Don't think you're getting out trying to hide that from me."

Isabel arched an eyebrow at him, "Are you going to punish me?"

Sam chuckled at her, biting her throat again, with a bit more pinch than before, causing her to mewl delightfully. "I was thinking about it." He said playfully.

"I want you to." She said suddenly, all humor gone from her face.

For a second, Sam was taken off guard, but then everything clicked into place. They'd been dancing around it since the first time he'd pulled her shirt off her. Then he realized just how at his mercy she was. "Are you afraid of me?" He heard his traitorous mouth ask.

Isabel kissed him gently, her fingers stroking his cheeks, before laying back, putting her hands flat on the ground beside her head, palm up, "No, Sam, never."

He looked at her hands, so pale and gentle, "You should be."

Her eyes held nothing but warmth, both from love and anticipation, "No, I shouldn't be. I trust you, Sam. Somehow, you make my life make sense." She sighed, "I'm tired of playing this same game. I'm ready for more." One corner of her mouth quirked up into a sly grin as she nudged her, "I think we both are, Sir."

He had her wrists pinned to the ground the instant the title was out of her mouth, "Isabel, I think you're absolutely right." He forced himself off her, pleased when she stayed put despite being freed. "Go upstairs, take off your clothes, and wait for me by the bed. No need to speak."

She stood slowly, and, on visibly wobbly legs, made her way up the stairs.

By the time he'd collected himself and put the dominant side of him back in it's little box in his head, he'd been standing outside her bedroom door for a few minutes.

That night, he spanked her with his bare hand until her ass was bright red.

The next night, the monster was completely sated, and he was wholly content to lay in bed with her curled against him as she drifted off to sleep.

Isabel's monsters weren't sated though. Sam jolted awake to Isabel's screams of absolute terror. She was still in bed next to him, but she had curled up on herself, clutching her head as she screamed, her eyes pinched shut. "No no no no no!"

"Isabel!" Sam yelled, trying to pull her hands from her head before she hurt herself.

Ion touched his nose to her bare shoulder, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream, "Leave me alone!"

Sam tried not to panic, but he couldn't help himself, "Izzy, baby, wake up!"

She gasped terribly, her eyes flying open. Eyes wide, she stared at him before throwing herself against him, shivering. She spoke his name over and over again, all in varying levels of terror until she finally went slack against him, her ferocious grip on his white shirt easing. Sam sat back against the headboard with her in his arms, and ran his fingers through her hair as she fell back asleep.

He stayed awake for the rest of the night, watching over her, whispering to her when her dreams apparently strayed too close to nightmares and she started wincing. When she woke up again, she smiled up at him, "Morning."

He couldn't keep the concern off his face, "Are you okay?"

Isabel blinked in confusion a few times before she gasped and went pale, "Shit, Sam."

Sam brushed some of her hair out of her eyes, glad to see that she hadn't scratched herself, "You scared me."

"I'm sorry." Isabel said, biting her lip.

"Don't be." Sam replied, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Are you going to make me?" She retorted, humor in her voice.

Sam wasn't amused. "No, Izzy, but I'd like it if you would. You were terrified."

Isabel's jaw clenched, "It was dogs, Sam. I had a nightmare about fucking dogs. Giant, man-eating dogs." Ion whined from the floor at the end of the bed where he'd kept vigil with Sam. Isabel sighed, patting the bed next to her, "Oh, not you, buddy. Come here." The massive dog took no more prodding and hopped up onto the bed, offering Sam a lick before laying his head in Isabel's lap so he could press his nose against her stomach and breath in her scent.

At that point, Sam realized just how lucky he was that Ion hadn't thought that it was him making Isabel scream. The thing probably would have killed him. Sam scratched behind Ion's ear in appreciation before asking Isabel for more details. "Why dogs? You've got Ion, I would have thought you weren't afraid of any dogs."

Isabel shrugged, wanting to feel completely content, curled up with her man and her dog, but she couldn't. "These weren't anyone's pets. They were huge, they had teeth like one of those horror movie monsters, they were rotting, and they smelled like...evil. They were after me."

She looked haunted, and Sam felt sick in the pit of his stomach. She'd almost exactly matched Dean's description of what the hellhounds had looked like. He didn't get the chance to ask her any more questions though. Her cellphone rang, and she fumbled for it, nearly cracking her head open on the bedside table before answering the thing while it was still attached to it's charger in the wall. Sam unplugged it for her and listened to her fight with her brother for half an hour about what they were getting their mother for Christmas.

He made breakfast, and everything was normal for the next few weeks, until Isabel rather bluntly told him, "I want us to have sex." He stared, and she continued. "I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, so I want you to tie me up." Isabel said, holding a pair of leather cuffs out to him.

"What?" Sam asked still in shock, although his penis was definitely rock hard at the thought of tying her up and finally going all the way with her.

"I'm not sure what to do with my hands, so I'd really rather not worry about it. And...and I thought you'd like them." Isabel murmured nervously, her hands lowering slightly.

The shock was gone with the uneasy expression on her beautiful face, and Sam took the cuffs from her, pulling her into a kiss. He brushed his thumb against her cheekbone as she stared up at him. "Isabel, I do like them, and you have no idea how much I want to see them against your skin, but not yet." In fact, he'd like to see her tied up with way more than just a set of cuffs, and so much more.

Realization spread on her face, "Oh."

Sam's got her back against the wall, so it wasn't difficult for him to pick her up and pin her there. Isabel's hands instinctively went into his hair, and Sam couldn't help but chuckle, "See, Izzy, no need to be nervous. Just do what feels right, and for all that's holy, let me know if I'm hurting you."

She was so incredibly untried, more so than any girl he'd been with before, but the instant she felt like she had a handle on the situation, her eyes would light up and she would need no further instructions. That night was no different.

Sam watched her face carefully though, when he finally pressed into her like he'd been dying to for months. He'd picked up on her uncanny ability not to make any move to let him know when he accidentally hurt her, and he wasn't about to let her do it again when he really could so easily hurt her. Spanking her was one thing, putting his rather large cock into her for the first time was another. Face flushed, she winced a bit when he felt himself reach the point of no return, and when he pressed through, Isabel gasped, her fingernails digging into his back for a second before she sighed, giving him a sinful smile.

Sam took that as consent to start moving. Fortunately, Isabel was very vocal about what he was doing right.

He couldn't have been more satisfied when they were cuddled up together afterwards. She was spooned against him, smiling blearily over her shoulder at him, "Damn, Sam. If I'd known sex was like that, I wouldn't have waited so long." Sam barely had two seconds to get madly jealous before Isabel turned over and kissed him, "I'd have had you that first night."

Sam had never recovered faster in his entire life. After the second round, Isabel fell asleep on his chest, and it was all too easy to fall asleep with her so close.

The next morning, Sam woke up with a horribly familiar metallic taste in his mouth, but couldn't find any blemishes on Isabel's pale skin besides the bruised outline of his hand on her ass from a few nights before. He stared at Isabel's sleeping face for a few minutes marveling at how wonderful she was. He laughed softly to himself when his mind wandered back to the blood he'd woken up tasting. "Relax, Sam. You didn't bite her." He said to himself, but he got the distinct feeling that he hadn't imagined the taste.

Isabel's alarm went off, and her mumbled, vulgar response and subsequent stretching pushed the thoughts out of his head. After all, she could be a few minutes late to work if she really wanted to.

"She kicked me out Bobby!" Dean yelled, throwing his bag down on Bobby's sofa.

"Boy, I don't know what to tell you! She told you that if you kept hunting, it was over, and you went after that Wendigo any way! The way I see it, it's your own damn fault!" Bobby snapped. He hadn't seen Dean in over a year and the first time he did, it was because the boy needed a place to crash.

"Please, Bobby, tell me you have a job for me!" Dean moaned.

Bobby rolled his eyes and tossed a file at him, "It's not much, but it's worth some time."

Dean opened up the file, scanning it, "What's up? It's just a house."

"Read the fine print, you moron. That house hasn't been owned for more than a month in twenty years. The title keeps defaulting back to the previous owner, whose husband was murdered in the house twenty years ago. She took the kids and never looked back. Tenants move in and then suddenly change their minds. They all have only spent a few nights before leaving." Bobby said, pouring himself a drink.

"Sweet." Dean said, "We thinking a haunting? Dear old dad not resting in peace?"

Bobby glared at Dean, "Joseph Hastings was a Hunter."

"Did you know him?" Dean asked, reading the police report on the death.

"Nah, but you get to know the signs." Bobby said, pointing to a picture from a newspaper clip of Joseph with what appeared to be his smoking hot wife and young son sitting in front of a very straight-laced looking house. "See the symbol in the window?"

Dean squinted, and could make out a pentagram painted onto the window, "Okay, how does that make him a Hunter? Maybe he just got a creepy interior decorator."

"Cut that out." Bobby said, smacking the back of Dean's head. "It's colored, you dimwit. Before the demons figured it out, Hunters used this to communicate with each other. The yellow border means that he was willing to give aid as long as boundaries were respected. The other colors delineate the conditions. The red line meant that his wife was civilian. The green would have told a Hunter that if they so much as looked at his kids, he would kill them. The orange says he would help on short notice if it was less than an hour away. The blue is an invitation for shelter."

Dean stared at Bobby, "Why the hell don't we use this thing any more?"

"Like I said, the demons figured it out. That's when they started setting up houses with the symbol on it and killing the Hunters that came looking for help or shelter. Since it wasn't safe anymore, they stopped using it." Bobby explained, sighing, "His son is a year older than you are. His daughter would be twenty five now, a year younger than..."

"Sam." Dean finished darkly before jolting himself back into a better mood, "She's bound to be hot if her mom looked like that. Think I might get to see her?" He said, wagging his eyebrows.

Bobby took another drink, "I don't know, Dean. I didn't research the wife and kids, just the man who died in the house. Although I don't think this girl's going to be a good rebound."

"Why's that?"

"Boy, read the newspaper article!" Bobby growled. "She was five and walked into her house in front of her mother. They found him...well, at least what was left of him. She's bound to have some pretty heavy baggage."

Dean shrugged, "I don't really care. It's not like I'm not the damned king of baggage." He picked his stuff back up, palming the Impala keys again, "I'm going to leave now. I don't really feel like staying with your rosy personality."

Bobby shook his head, "Fine, go. Just remember, their father was one of us. Show him at least that much respect and leave them alone and in the dark as you can."

Dean nodded, picking up his bag, "I'll do my best. I'm heading to South Dakota!"


I'm going through now and updating the following chapters, so expect vast improvements!

-Jenn

Demons: Imagine Dragons

"When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

At the curtain's call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth"