Ana stared down at her drink for what seemed like eternity. The liquid swirled around in her glass as she twirled her wrist lazily, reflecting the light from the bulbs behind the bar. She'd been sitting in the same spot for almost an hour, no with one even hitting on her. A shocker, since that's what normally happened to her and Sara when they came. But, at the present moment, Ana didn't mind at all. By now her drink was probably warm if anything, labeling it undesirable. She hadn't touched alcohol since she was pregnant, not wanting to harm the baby.
Dean was off investigating bar tenders and waitresses while Sam and Sara sat a few seat away from Ana, digging through the Winchester bible. Ana could see that Dean was getting anxious, the hunter licking his lips and running his hand over his chin.
Another person had been found dead in their home. Like Cassie, the victims body was shriveled up, the house showing no sign of a break in. This time though, it was a male that had been attacked and not a female. The break in the pattern left the group wary. Sighing, Ana ran a hand through her hair.
When Sam, Dean and the girls had arrived at the bar, they caught the crowds gathering around the few televisions in 'Hob's Bar'. Apparently, according to the news, a mysterious illness had fallen five ordinary citizens. The hunters were somewhat shocked by the number, having only known of two cases.
Ana glanced over at Sam and Sara, the two's noses stuck in a book. Taking her drink with her, she sat down next to Sara. "Find anything in John's journal?" She asked the couple, pretending to take a sip of her drink. Appearances meant everything in their job. Coming into a bar and not getting a little tipsy-very suspicious.
"Yeah," Sam said, eye brows knitting together. "Dad's figured out that whatever this thing is it kills six people a year every thirty years."
"Which means that there is one more victim-which-means we have to hurry before this bastard's trail turns to dust," Sara added, face like stone.
Ana felt her anxiety rising. "John didn't know what it was?" She asked, worry evident in her voice. If john didn't know what it was then it meant they were screwed at figuring it out themselves.
"No, he didn't. He was only capable of connecting the puzzle pieces half way." Rereading the journal, Sam tried to find some hidden clue.
"Maybe he wants us to finish it for him." Sara offered, pulling her gaze away from Ana's to look at her lover. She had found that the father had often left the boys to finish the dirty work-another reason why the girl didn't really care for Daddy dearest.
"Whether he did or not, we are now." Sam replied, scratching the back of his neck. The sudden absence of his brother was felt, the usual thought processing done with the Winchester beside him. "Where's Dean?"
"Still investigating," Ana stated, her eyes locking on to Dean's form on the other side of the bar, before they seemed to be dragged to a male near him. The man's hair was a buzz-cut, the muscular torso hidden behind three layers of clothing. The baby blue collared shirt stood out against the unbuttoned grayish-green cargo jacket. Beneath the dress-shirt was a snow colored wife beater, exposing his skin. Blinking, Ana shook her head lightly, but was still unable to tear her gaze away from the male. As she looked up, she caught his gaze, absorbing his glacier pools. The man's smile grew as he pushed off of his stool and sauntered over. The way he moved made Ana's stomach perform flip-flops. It was better than anything she had seen Dean accomplish, finding it almost hypnotizing in a way.
"Hey sweetheart." The man purred; his curved lips wonderfully kissable up close. He stood in front of Ana, eyes flickering to Sara and Sam. "Or should I say, sweethearts."
Sam instinctively wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, hugging her to his hip, without even looking up from the book. He didn't find a need to smash the guy's nose in…yet.
"Hi." Ana slurred, surprised her voice didn't sound as out of breath as she felt. "Um, want to go somewhere and talk?" She offered, pushing away from the bar's edge. She completely forgot about the couple behind her, not even noticing Sara's confused expression. Glancing at the stranger to make sure he was following, Ana sauntered over to an empty table. "What's your name?" She asked, once she was seated.
"Luke."
"Nice name…." Ana replied seductively, smiling and extending a hand out to him to shake. Luke sat down before he shook her hand, his back to Sara and Sam.
"Shouldn't we do something?" Sara whispered, eyes still glued onto Luke, though she found her brain screaming in alarm. Something was off, but for some stupid reason, she couldn't put a finger on it. Little did she know that if she wasn't hooked onto Sam at the moment, she would be sitting there chatting as well.
Sam lifted his gaze a moment, tugging his lover closer. The man was sending his nerves on edge. "No harm no foul." He retorted, eyes flashed over to his brother. The Winchester was confronting a rather inked individual, tattoos covering every visible part of his body.
"So were those your friends back there?" Luke inquired, not missing how the taller male was fidgeting.
"Yup." Ana replied, "Sara and Sam. I'm here with my cousin Dean too." The lie slipped easily from her lips. Luke's eyes flashed, his grin all teeth now.
"Wonderful." He murmured, voice low and rough. One of his hands took hold of Ana's. "So did you just move here? I haven't seen you around." Her skin was warm under his palm.
"Just visiting," Ana breathed out, her voice sounding winded even to her.
"You engaged?" Luke asked, gently fondling the ring Dean had just placed on her a few hours ago.
The girl's eyes darted to the ring, words forming in her head. "No." Ana whispered, eyes locking on to Luke's as she shook her head. Why did her mind seem so…fogged?
"Good." Luke replied, sending Ana another dazzling smile. The model-sculptured male held Ana's gaze for a few more minutes before he let her hand fall. Luke's body straightened slowly as he stood. "Right, well I guess I better go. I'll see you later." He made the statement a fact not a question as he left Ana half dazed and giddy.
Dean was finally done with his investigation, the Winchester now watching hotly from the other side of the bar as Ana flirted with another man. So she could do it and he couldn't? That was so fucking typical. Women were amazingly hypocritical. They were always saying one thing and doing another. Anger bubbled underneath his skin as he observed the other man lift Ana's hand up and gently touch the ring he had given her. He couldn't here what they were saying but he figured it was something about the object of his affection. What he saw next made his anger turn into rage. Pain mixed into the equation, his heart skipping a beat. Ana shook her head 'no'. Dean already knew what she was answering without proof. His eyes did not leave the man as he stood, leaving his fiancée where she sat.
Watching the angelic guy leave, Sara felt the pull on her heart diminish. Frowning, she shook her head, turning and looking at Ana. The huntress too seemed somewhat out of it. "Okay…"
"You okay?" Sam piped up suddenly, noticing her quizzical expression. Gazing at her, he tried to see if there was anything wrong.
"Uh-its nothing." Sara stuttered, clearing her throat and going back to examining the journal.
That was it, Dean had had it. Weaving through the tables and people, Dean managed to cut the male off. "Excuse me." He stated, catching the man's arm in his hand. "But I couldn't help but notice you were flirting with my fiancée." Dean's voice was surprisingly calm as he kept his emotions in check.
Luke
raised an eyebrow at the hunter. "What?" He blurted in mock
confusion, trying to pull his arm free from Dean's iron grasp.
Dean
pointed to Ana and Luke followed his finger. Laughter erupted from
him, grin forming. "Your fiancée told me you were her
cousin, so unless she has your name stamped on her forehead, she can
make her own damn decisions." Luke's humor had died, face
challenging. "Better yet, I'm sure she can make her own
decisions without your help. Fucking pervert." He eyed the
Winchester in disgust, inferring that Dean was committing incest.
In a flash, Dean's fist connected with Luke's face, sending the other male crashing into a few other tables. The sound of wood breaking awoke Ana from her trance, the girl soon arriving by her lover's side.
"Are you insane?!" She yelled at him, pushing him away from a now pissed Luke. It was difficult, because Dean was trying to press by her. Relief filled Ana as Sam and Sara came to her rescue, the two having been hurrying past the crowd before Dean had landed the blow.
"You want me to hit him again for you?" Sam asked not even bothering to try to hold Dean back. He had heard the conversation, his hunting instincts having kept him on alert. Glaring at Luke, he watched with contempt as the man lost his cool and struggled to stand. Sara stared at Sam in disbelief.
Snarling, the older sibling hissed, "He's mine." Dean's hot gaze zeroed in on Ana, "Why would you say that we weren't engaged?!" He yelled, anger and a hint of sadness dripping from his words. Ana flinched; she'd never heard Dean yell like that, not even in public.
While Dean dealt with his own problems, Sam advanced on Luke. "Get the hell out." He ordered, hate seething from his form. The man had made a big mistake in dealing with the Winchester's babes. A mass of onlookers had gathered, surrounding the five.
Luke's lips twitched in distaste, now on his feet. Spitting a wad of blood onto the ground, he eyed the brown haired man. "Your girls not bad either, probably could use a good lay though."
Flames brightened Sam's eyes as he sent daggers at the man, finding his own body tensing and fists clenching. God he had never wanted to punch a man so bad in his life. His dad had been able to get a rise out of him, but never this large. The crowd murmured amongst themselves, finding their own dislike growing towards Luke.
"Don't." Sara whispered in Sam's ear, not even looking at the man. Her hand rested on the Winchester's shoulder, urging him to turn away from the oncoming fight.
Luke smiled, once white teeth now red. "Always the submissive one. Figures." Winking at Sara, the man slipped through the crowd, slamming the door as he left 'Hob's Bar'.
Closing his eyes, Sam let out a breath, trying to calm himself. Dean's yelling broke through his angered haze, bringing his attention back to his brother and lover. Poor Ana looked like a sheep going to the slaughter house.
"You yell at me for seducing woman and here you are almost smacking lips with some plastic bastard!" Dean raged, unable to hold himself back any longer. He had just given his name to her and here she is spitting on it.
The crowd 'ooo'ed, eyes centering on Ana for her comeback.
"I-He-" Ana tried to find the words to explain what and why she did what she did but she couldn't. Because there is no reason. She had been a school girl who had fallen for her first crush. Nothing she could say would take the mask of hurt off her lover's face. She had never felt so shitty until now. Ana wished she could reverse time.
Sara and Sam were all too aware of the girl's angst, though for Sara, it was shared by her own heart. She felt her mind sympathizing with her friend, having gone under the same ominous pull.
Looking away, Dean closed his eyes, finding himself tired. "God!" He abruptly growled in a heated mutter. His hands clawed through his hair and clasped his neck. Bowing his head, he tried to ignore the people watching, finding this an entertaining soap opera.
"Leave her! She's trash that needs taken out!" Came a male voice from the mass of visitors.
"No, you leave him honey! There's better men out there." Argued a white haired woman from the back.
"Bitch!"
Dean's eyed burst open, finding his protective instincts coming through despite his pain. Before he let his anger out on the crowd though, Sara spoke in an authoritative voice.
"ALL RIGHT! Shows over ladies! Thanks for your snide advice. Here's mine: GO-FUCK-YOURSELVES!"
All three heads snapped around, eyes wide and frozen on the young huntress. Sara shrugged, hands on hips. She surveyed the crowd, feeling triumphant as they began to disperse.
A cough brought everyone's eyes on the manager, finding a plump, stained man no taller than Dean standing. A Winchester shot-gun lay in his hands, safety off.
Sam raised a brow, finding a small smile capturing his lips. "Is that a Winchester shot-gun by chance?" The humor eased the tension filled air.
The manger nodded, smiling himself. "By all rights, it is. You guy's okay?" The man had heard everything, waiting for the need to intervene.
Sam looked to Dean, knowing that their relationships were far from 'okay'. "Yeah, thanks."
"You should have kicked that man's ass."
Dean and Sam both ogled the manger oddly, Sara coming beside Ana and hugging her.
"Come on, let's get back to the motel." She whispered, lips curving at her friend. Ana offered a forced smile, dipping her head. The two hurried to the car, thankfully going unnoticed by their lovers.
Rain had begun to steadily fall, the girls ducking into the shelter of the Impala's back seat. Silence stretched; both unsure what was going on exactly, both afraid of the consequences.
"What if he doesn't want to marry me anymore because of what I've done? What if the baby is without a father?" Ana choked out, unable to keep her fears to herself.
Sara shook her head, eyes forward. "He wouldn't." She said simply, knowing that deep down, Dean still loved Ana with every fiber of his being. "He was just hurt."
"It's because I decided to play the tramp." Ana added, looking over to Sara for comfort though she knew she didn't deserve any.
"Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, something was up with that guy." The girl mumbled, unsure if what she had felt was her own imagination. "I mean, he had me thrown for a loop."
Frowning, Ana turned her body, the leather squeaking underneath her bottom. "You need to tell Sam about the baby."
The car grew quiet, the storm making the only sound. Her head creaked to the left, Sara eyed her friend. "Excuse me?" She all but stumbled. The comment was completely out of the blue.
Ana tilted her head down, staring Sara down. "You need to tell him! He needs to know that he is going to be a father! There is only so long until you can't even take showers with him because he'll know by looking at you."
"Yeah, but where did this sudden outburst come from? Shouldn't you be worrying about your relationship falling apart with Dean instead of mine and Sam's?" Sara inquired, raising a brow slightly. She knew her words had stung she could see it in her friends eyes. "I didn't it to sound so mean. I'm sorry."
Ana shook her head, "No, you're right. But, as a friend, I'm suppose to watch out for you to." Her gaze dared Sara to argue.
"All right, okay, what ever." The huntress grumbled. She had lost. Down casting her eyes, she stared at her hands as she played 'thumb war' with herself. "I'm just…what if he doesn't want the baby?" She whispered, barely allowing Ana to hear.
Rolling her eyes, the short brown haired girl took hold of Sara's hand. "You know he wouldn't do such a thing. I thought the same about Dean but he knocked my breath away with the proposal." She smiled softly at the memory. "Now, tell what the real problem is. And none of this nonsense about Sam not liking you being pregnant and such." The humorous tone lightened the mood slightly, allowing Sara to take a breath.
"Okay, but promise me you won't laugh."
Ana nodded, moving closer to her friend.
"It's just…with the two year anniversary coming up and Jessica and Sam's abilities…" Sara started, biting her lip. A hand rubbing her back urged her on. "What if something happens and I lose the baby? I'm scared Ana. Things will be so different. I don't want to worry Sam either." Closing her eyes, she was pulled into Ana's arms, finding the spot a great antidote for her grief.
"I know, I do-but you can't let yourself carry all this. Sam is your lover and by right he should be helping you through this-just like you do with him." Ana informed the other hunter, rocking her slowly.
Pulling back after a couple of minutes, Sara could not help but let light laughter escape. "Now, back to what we really came out here for-Dean and you." Her own fears quenched, she centered on her friend's problems once more.
"Well, that might be a bit more complicated-seeing we're one hell of a mess." Ana chuckled. She was never down for long in Sara's presence.
"That can be fixed. You just need to apologize and speak to him. I need to do some of that too, seeing as Sam and I aren't on good terms either." Sara advised, looking away briefly.
Bobbing her head, Ana smirked. "Winchesters are hard to deal with."
"Bet no other bitches would be able to do it."
"I know right?"
The two burst out in a fit of cackling, resting their foreheads together as they tried to catch their breath.
The sound of conversation filled the bar, the manger having closed down early. Most of his tables were out of commission, broken in half and missing chairs.
"You know you do realize you'll be paying for these broken chair right?" The manager interjected, gesturing to the damage.
Sam scoffed, eyes sparkling with hidden humor as he watched Dean's face fall. Pulling out his wallet, he tossed a few twenty dollar bills to the manager.
"Man I earned that money." Dean groaned, sighing. His eyes followed the man pocket the green bills.
"Yeah, but you lost it." The manager stated. The smile plastered on his face made Dean frown.
Abruptly, the Winchester's forgot about the money, finding something else more important. He could hustle and get the mullah back. Looking around, he found the girls no where in sight.
"What?" Sam inquired, catching his brother's concerned gaze.
"Ana." Dean answered in one word, rushing over to the window. His worry eased as he saw the two girls sitting in the Impala, safe and sound. As he watched her laugh, he realized he couldn't stay mad at her for long. The anger that had fueled him flickered out like a flame. Feeling a presence beside him, he eyed Sam from the corner of his vision.
"We are so bad at the guy loves girl thing." The younger Winchester commented absently, feeling the urge to go and hug his lover. He had been overly reactive when it came to Jessica.
Dean snorted, leaning back a bit. "You might have, but me, all girls love me."
"You might want to take that stick out of your ass before you hurt yourself. I know you like to experiment but, you might want to be careful." Sam jeered, not looking at his brother. A smile curled his lips. Man did he love silence.
"Bitch…" Dean muttered as he headed out the door and into the downpour.
Holding his head high, Sam sauntered behind. "Jerk."
Ana stopped laughing as Dean headed for the Impala, Sam close behind. Merely smiling at Sara, she climbed into the front seat. She waited until Dean and Sam slid inside the car before speaking. Putting a finger up, she motioned her lover to wait a moment. First, she had some friendship business to attend to. "Sam, I just wanted to tell you that your girlfriend has something to say." Glancing at Sara, she widened her grin.
"Really?" Sam inquired, turning to his lover. "What is it?" His voice was hesitant and filled with hidden concern. Confusion was evident on his features.
Running a tongue over her lips, the huntress shook her head, glaring at the seats back which Ana hid behind. "Nothing, she is just yanking your chain." She forced between gritted teeth.
"Nuh-uh. Now tell him what you told me." Ana countered acted, head peeping over the top of the seat. The other girl just about punched her.
"Sara, what's this about?" Sam interjected, feeling somewhat heated and hurt over the dilemma. Why wouldn't the girl spit it out already?!
Closing her eyes, Sara sighed, finding the attention nauseating at best. "Not here, okay." She whispered to her lover, grasping his hand and rubbing circles with her thumb. Sam dipped his head, though his brows came together as to what the secret may be.
Finding that her pushing would finally work in solving Sara's relationship, Ana faced the front once more, gazing at Dean. The man was staring at the road, the Impala having been backed out of the parking lot and driving smoothly. "Listen I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I don't have an explanation as to why I did what I did tonight, but I hope you can forgive me long enough to let me come up with a good excuse."
Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "I like how you think." Ana beamed at him, eyes lighting up. For now the situation was forgotten, but Dean knew it would be brought up again shortly. There was no doubt about it. Reaching a hand out to Ana, Dean slid it behind her neck and pulled her closer. "Now make me believe you really do love me." He whispered to her, his lips centimeters from Ana's. His other hand stayed on the wheel, the pavement one straight line through the country.
Ana's breath caught, nodding lamely as her lips pressed against Dean's, her hands clawing at his chest, before moving to wrap around his neck. Their breaths became short and quick as they continued to make out with Sam and Sara in the backseat.
"Hey! Could you two save it for the hotel, if we live to get there!" The huntress yelled, her hip touching Sam's.
Reluctantly, the two lovers pulled apart, a smile both on their lips.
"Crazies!" Sara hissed, falling back against the seat. Abruptly she felt a tongue lap at her ear, making her squirm. "What the-" Turning her head to yell at Sam, she was cut off. His warm lips were locked on hers, tongue slipping between them to caress her insides. In return, Sara moaned, Sam's torso twisting so he was covering most of her chest with his own. As he moved his mouth to her neck, she bit her lip. Damn was he getting her hot.
"Now, don't be jealous…" Sam breathed, murmuring into her ear huskily. "You know you want to be touched just like that." With his teeth he pinched a patch of nerves, her body arching in response.
Glancing at Ana, Dean smirked, mouthing 'that's my boy'. The small whimpers weren't gone unheard by the other passengers. Reaching for the dial, Ana turned 'Working Man' by Rush to an ear blasting volume.
Behind them, Sam continued his teasing. As he nipped at her collar bone, his hand slid over the crown of her thigh and gripped the side, giving it a squeeze.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…" Sara gasped, burying her face in his hair. His touch sent her body into shivers. She wanted more, more of him and more of his body pressed against her. Grasping his hair, she swiveled in her seat, leaning back onto the leather. The coolness of the material made her back lift at first before it got accustomed to the temperature change.
With her figure laid out before him, Sam dove in, crawling over her and pressing his groin along side her pelvis. His hair hung lifelessly as he bowed his head down and captured her lips in a bittersweet kiss. Elbows bent, he kept his torso up so he did not crush his lover as the car hit a pot hole, sending a jolt to his member.
"I need you inside of me baby." Sara demanded, eyes rolling back as he dry humped her, clothes too suffocating.
Trailing pecks along her jaw line, Sam smirked against her ear. "Not while their up there Sara." He cooed, finding his own will waning. As her hands felt his torso and dipped into his jeans, the Winchester groaned. Yep, his will was falling-fast.
"Come on love, who cares? They won't see, only I will." With that said, Sara winked, unzipping Sam's pants. His member threatened to rip through his plaid boxers. Growling, she pulled them down as far as his jeans allowed.
Clamping his teeth down to stifle a yelp as the chilling air hit the rather hot region; Sam lifted her shirt enough to expose her breasts. Unclasping her bra and with care he covered one nipple, his mouth encasing it. Using one hand to hold him up, he used the other to pull Sara's jeans below her hips.
"Hurry up, I'm dying here!" She hissed, clutching Sam's brown mop.
Hiding a smile, Sam positioned himself, lifting his head to spit in his hand. Gripping himself, he coated his member. "Coming right up baby," He whispered; his voice unable to go any higher. Attacking her neck, he thrust forward. Air caught in his lungs at the sensation of her thick, steaming cavern surrounded him, Sara bending her neck backwards as well.
"God…" She hissed, unable to mask how good she was truly feeling. As he continued to move, she found herself automatically meeting his thrusts with her own.
Ana was tempted to peek behind her but she resisted, simply tapping Dean on the thigh and giving him a sexy smirk. Dean mimicked her, nodding slightly. No words were needed, Dean was already thinking of something fun to do.
Authors Note:
All right guys, both Sara and I are real sorry that this chapter has taken almost a month to do. We both have been a bit blah in the writing department, not to mention we've both had family matters to deal with and work. I can promise you though we'll get the next chapter up as soon as we can, but give us a bit of time, schools starting again and things will be even more hectic once it does. We might not even have time. [Hopefully though we will.
