Serphina
"Here's our home away from home," Dean said as we pulled into the long gravel drive. Lining the drive were hundred of old and beat up cars. It looked like an odd sort of fortress. "Bobby is great. He's a bit stern, but you'll love him." He parked right in front of an old farmhouse and I could feel his nerves. It was like he was introducing me to a parent or something. I found myself becoming a ball of nerves, too.
We waited for the door to open, and when it finally did, a gruff looking older man in a baseball cap was revealed. I followed Dean inside, but almost immediately stopped dead in my tracks as water splashed my face. I wiped my eyes, unsure of what had just happened.
"What the hell, Bobby?! Holy water," Dean yelled.
"Josephine," the raspy voice asked, ignoring Dean.
"This is Seraphina, Bobby! One of the sisters you sent us to. What the fuck?"
"It's okay, Dean. I've been told I'm a spitting image of her when she was my age." Underneath Dean's anger, I could feel Bobby's confusion and I felt bad for how Dean was reacting. "Like he said, I'm Seraphina Beauchamp, Josephine's oldest."
"Sorry 'bout that, then. You can never be too careful. Come on in." He turned from us and guided us into the kitchen. It looked well lived in, just like everything else in the house. I sat next to Dean at the table while Bobby took three glasses from the cupboard and filled them with what looked like whiskey. I could still feel his unease as he set the glasses on the table, and there was something else underneath it. Disbelief? It was like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Did you know my mom," I asked, picking up the glass. Dean was already halfway through his.
"I never met her in person, but I have some of John's stuff that he'd left here and it had a couple of pictures and some letters. That's how I knew where to send the boys," he answered. He took a big gulp of his drink, finishing it as if it were a shot instead of a half-full glass.
"I think I met John twice in all the years they knew each other, if my memory is correct. My mother didn't talk about him a lot. She mostly would make us stay with our grandmother when he was around." Following suit, I drank the majority of the whiskey in my glass. Next to me, I could feel that Dean was just as curious about our parents' relationship as I was. He pushed it aside and cleared his throat.
"So Bobby," Dean began, "the reason we're here. We kind of fucked up. In a major way."
"Goddammit." Bobby stood and brought the bottle of whiskey to the table. He refilled each of our glasses, then took a swig straight from the bottle. "You didn't make another deal, did you?"
"Deal," I asked, looking at Dean.
"That's a story for another time," he gave me a nervous smile. "No, no deal, Bobby. We were ablet to get Sam's soul back. He's good as new. We might have made a small crack in the cage, though, which lets Lucifer reach out to people who can help him escape. We have to find something called the Book of the Damned."
"We need to find it before any of his assholes do. If we can get it first, we can seal the crack completely and keep the devil in his box," I added. Knowing what was about to come next, I took a drink.
"YOU DID WHAT," Bobby yelled, face turning bright red from anger. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" He stood again and started pacing the kitchen. His anger was so intense that I had to finish my glass and then take my own swig from the bottle. The three of us were silent for a few minutes as Bobby regained his composure. "So let me get this straight. You went and got Sammy's soul back, but in the process gave Lucifer a 'Get out of Jail Free' card for the cage that was supposed to hold him for all of ever. Does that about sum it up?"
"Don't forget the book," Dean stated, not daring to look Bobby in the eye. I could feel Bobby's anger flair again, turning to rage. That and the overall tension in the room was getting out of hand. I was starting to have trouble breathing. I bent down, putting my head in my hands, trying to put my walls up. I felt Dean put his hand on my shoulder, meaning to comfort me, but it instead just increased how much I could feel his emotions. I had to get out of the kitchen, out of the house. I needed my sister. Pushing away from Dean's touch, I ran out the front door and didn't stop until I was halfway down the long drive. I sat back on my heels as I caught my breath and tried to recenter myself.
Dean
"What the hell was that about," Bobby asked, staring out towards the front door just as I was. I didn't know the best way to word it.
"The sisters, they each have powers, gifts, or whatever. She's an empath. I think it may have been a little too much for her. Ever since she came out of the Void, she's not been able to control it as well. I haven't figured out how to help her yet." I wanted so badly to run out after her, but the look on Bobby's face said he wanted to have a talk.
"Jesus Christ, you're falling in love with her, aren't you?"
"What?" I was genuinely surprised by his question. We didn't have these types of talks and I didn't fall in love. At least, I didn't think I did. It had never fully happened. "No, I'm not. I - I mean, hell, Bobby. I don't know." I put my head in my hands. There was just too much going on. "There's something different about Seraphina. She's unlike any other woman I've ever been with. I just, I don't know. Women don't get this side of the coin, you know? But she does. I could still hunt and she'd be right there with me. I could be me and not pretend to be the guy who has to hide because the things that go bump in the night are too damn scary. She isn't scared."
"That sounds like love, ya idgit." Bobby just stared at me for a moment, not knowing what to say next. "You should go check on her. We'll continue the talk about what you guys did later." He turned away from me and walked into his study.
As soon as he was out of sight, I left the house in search of Phina. When I found her, she was hunched on the ground, taking deep breaths. The light from the setting sun was shining down on her violet hair and, for a moment, I could see her beyond her tough exterior. Underneath everything, she was vulnerable. She was pushed into a life that she didn't choose and I could relate, which might be why we connected in the way that we did. Was I really falling in love with her?
"You okay," I asked when I reached her. She stood and nodded, wrapping her arms around me. I smelled her perfume and just held her for a moment.
"Sorry," she apologized, still holding onto me. "The Void really messed up my handle on things. I'm trying hard to keep up on it, but things just got a little overwhelming. Del normally centers me and it's been awhile since we've been this far apart." She looked up at me and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, no tongue or anything, just us basking in the light of each other before things got dark again, and I had a feeling they were going to get real dark.
"I think Bobby was going to get started on some research. You want to go in and help him?" I didn't want to pull away, but I knew we had work to do. She nodded and we walked back to the house hand-in-hand.
"I really wish we knew what was going on with our parents," she mused as we walked.
"Me, too Do you think they were together or something?"
"No clue. My mom was always good at blocking from me, so I honestly just thought that John was some friend who taught her things about hunting. I didn't see until I was older the toll his visits took on her, though. It took a toll on her relationship with my grandmother, too. Hunting went against what we were taught as priestesses. My mom muddied our blood, our heritage. It's the reason we don't actively hunt. We help hunters, but we don't go out seeking anything."
What she said hadn't crossed my mind before. I'd never thought of how knowing my family had affected her own. I always tried to stay away from fate and make my own decisions, but maybe we were meant to meet. Neither of us said anything else as we walked inside. We saw Bobby looking at a book and muttering to himself. I cleared my throat and he looked up.
"This books isn't going to be easy to find. From what I've found, about 700 years ago, a nun locked herself away after having visions of darkness. After a few decades squirreled away by herself, she emerges with a book, each page made out of a sliced of her own skin, written in her blood. It's some crazy shit. According to the notes I've found, it's been owned and used by cults, covens, and even the Vatican had it for awhile. There's a spell inside that thing for everything. We're talking some black mass, dark magic, end-of-times nastiness." Bobby took of his hat and wiped his forehead on his sleeve.
"Her own skin? That's just wrong, man." I cringed.
"I knew saving Sam's soul was going to come at a price, but not this. This is some next level crazy that I'm not sure we can handle," Seraphina said. She looked like she was going to be sick.
"We've got no choice but to handle it, sweet cheeks, cause this is you guys' fault. It's either find it or Armageddon 2.0." Bobby put his book down and walked over to one of his shelves, pushing a few things out of the way. When he turned around, I saw he had an old bottle of a dark liquor. "We're gonna need the strong stuff for this one."
We each took turns taking a drink from the bottle before sitting down and getting to work. Sam and I had defeated Lucifer and stopped the end of the world before, but how many more times were we going to have to go through it? And and what cost? He and I had both died and been to hell. What more could we give? We'd already lost friends and family, and now with the sisters, I was at a loss. I couldn't lose Seraphina and I sure as hell couldn't lose Sam again. I just hoped that, with all of our efforts focused on this, we'd succeed.
"When is your brother getting here? We need all hands on deck," Bobby asked from behind his book.
"They should be here tomorrow sometime. Sam said he had some news that couldn't be shared over the phone. Hopefully it has something to do with where the book is." I finished with a yawn, suddenly feeling tired. We had had such a long few days and I was starting to feel all of the liquor. I could tell Seraphina was feeling it as well. Bobby looked just fine, which was always weird to me. He rarely showed he was drunk.
"You two go get some sleep. I'll see if I can find anything and then we'll all pick back up tomorrow," he said.
"Thanks, Bobby. Night." I stood and offered my hand to Phina, helping her up. She followed me upstairs to my old room. Well, it wasn't my room, but I'd definitely slept in there more than anyone else.
"I can barely keep my eyes open," Phina yawned. "I think we could both use the sleep." As soon as we were in the room, she started stripping down to just her bra and panties. I couldn't help but stare. She caught my eye and smirked. "Not tonight, Dean. I can hardly think straight, let alone participate." She laughed as she crawled into bed when I started to blush. I stripped off my own clothes and climbed in, curling up behind her, holding her as I had done the night before. In an instant, I was out.
I woke up the next day feeling refreshed, Phina nuzzled into my chest as she slept. I smiled and thought that this must be the best way a man could wake up. What I was feeling when we were together was different than anything I'd felt before, not even with Cassie or Lisa. I found myself thinking about the future and not just the easy exit. Her lips kissing my chest broke me out of my thoughts.
"I'm guessing you're awake," I laughed and she worked her way up my neck. She nodded and continued to kiss me. In one swift motion that even impressed me, I moved her onto her back and took her lips into a hungry kiss. I felt her body tremble beneath me and, in an instant, I was fired up. A goddamn kiss had me feeling like I was going to pop off like a teenager. She wound her leg around my waist and grabbed onto my ass. This was turning into a hot and heavy make-out session.
"Phina, baby, please. We need to help research. Get as much done before Sam and Del get here later," I said, pulling back. God, how hard – literally – it was to pull away from her, but we had bigger things to do. She just looked up at me with hooded eyes and smiled.
"It doesn't feel like you want to stop," she said, grinding her hips into me. She was fighting dirty, but two could play that game. I rotated my hips against her, making her groan. I wasn't going to last long if she kept making noises like that.
Reaching under me, I pulled her panties out of the way and moved my finger right over her clit, causing her to thrust herself into me. She was getting insistent and I couldn't take it anymore. I ripped off my boxer-briefs while she removed her panties and then entered her. The feeling of her around me make me shiver. We reached a rhythm that was both quick and sensual and I felt more alive than I ever had.
"Dean, I-I'm close. Make me cum, baby," she pleaded. I pushed into her harder and faster and then felt her spasm around me as she moaned my name. It made me go over the edge faster than I'd anticipated. I collapses on top of her and she huffed.
"Get off of me you heavy oaf," she laughed. I smiled and rolled over. We smiled at each other and cuddled up close to one another. "I hope we weren't too loud. I don't think Bobby would appreciate us screaming out our orgasms."
"I honestly don't care. I'd do that with you anywhere." My saying this made her laugh. It was a beautiful sound. After kissing her temple, I stood to grab some clothes. She followed behind me. I pulled a shirt and a clean pair of boxer-briefs from my bag. She grabbed a pair for herself and slid them up her slender legs. Damn, she looked good in my underwear.
"Stop staring. You've seen me in less than this," she chuckled. She rummaged through her own bag and found a shirt. When she pulled it over her head, my eyes widened. It said "Preserve Water, Shower Together".
"Really? You can't just put on a normal shirt? I have to sit around all day and stare at that, then daydream about taking you to the nearest shower and fucking you until you scream." I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.
"Now, Dean. Is that any way to treat your girl-" she started to blush. "I mean, not that I think I'm your girl-thingy. Or that you even want to be my boy-thingy. Shit, just shut me the hell up. Where's a hole I can crawl into." She hid her face from me. I just laughed and pulled her even closer to me, kissing the top of her head.
"Seraphina, do you want to be my girl-thingy," I asked with a smile.
"Oh my god, you ass," she rolled her eyes me. "Of course I want to be your girl-thingy." She hugged me tightly.
"Good. Well, we better get downstairs soon. You can have the bathroom first." We took turns quickly cleaning ourselves up and went down to the kitchen together. Bobby was already sitting at the table with a large cup of coffee in his hands.
"You two have fun this morning," he asked before taking a drink. Phina groaned and hid her face behind her hands and I coughed uncomfortably.
"Um...sorry, Bobby. I, uh, shit. I'm just sorry," I apologized.
"Whatever. Get some breakfast and then let's get to work." He rose from the table and walked out of the room, coffee in hand. When he was gone, Phina and I stared at each other before bursting out laughing. What a way to start the day.
