Fox and the Hound
Danny's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, the rumble of Baby's engine filling my ears. Slowly, I sit up and see Sam driving, Dean sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. It's dark outside, and I don't recall the sun going down.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask Sam as I rub my eyes.
"For about four hours. Dean and I grabbed you some food, it should be back there," Sam answered as I scanned the floor board. I smiled and grabbed the fast food bag, pulling out my already cold dinner.
I unwrap the burger and take a bite, my stomach satisfied at finally being fed again, "Thanks," I mutter out between bites of food.
"You're welcome," Sam glances into the rearview mirror and smiles at me. It's silent for a few minutes while I scarf down my food and I take the time to wonder about our next destination. I crumple the wrapper and throw it back into the to go bag before brushing my hands off on my jeans. I thought about pulling out my journal to write, but it's too dark out for me to see anything. I look back at Sam and contemplate for a moment.
"Hey Sam? Where are we going?" I ask softly.
"Uh, well," Sam pauses for a minute and glances at his sleeping brother before sighing, "We're going back to Bobby's."
"Oh, what for?" I catch Sam's gaze again in the rearview mirror before he looks back at the empty road.
"To take you back, Danny."
I frown and feel a pit in my stomach sink, the feeling of disappointment, "Oh…"
"We told Bobby we'd take you on one hunt, then bring you right back and since the first one ended up being something we weren't expecting we took you on another one, but Bobby is probably getting worried, and you should be in school, you know? So, Dean and I agreed that we should take you back to Bobby's. He'll look after you, and you'll have a more permanent...uh…"
"It's not supposed to be permanent," I tell him quietly.
"What?" he asks.
"Bobby said I was only staying with him for a little while. First, it was only until my concussion was better. Then, it was until he trained me so I could protect myself against the supernatural since I seemed to be getting roped in with them anyways. Bobby didn't plan to keep me forever, or at least until I felt like going home," I pick at a growing hole in my jeans, and Sam is silent.
"Danny, why don't you just go home?" Dean mumbles from the passenger side.
"Dean? You're awake?" I ask.
"I'm a light sleeper, now answer the damn question," he grumbles as he adjusts in his seat.
I look around the car as I try to gather my thoughts, "My friends thought it was stupid.." I end up muttering.
"Tell us anyways," Sam encourages me.
"Well, there were a lot of reasons I left in the first place. I was bullied at school, always getting shoved into lockers and taking the fall for the football players. For a while it was just really annoying, but then I had the accident. I became a halfa, and the first month I spent all of my time trying to push it all down. I didn't want powers, and I didn't want to use them because they made me a freak. The only ones who knew what I was were my best friends Sam and Tucker because they were there when I turned the portal on.
I decided to become Danny Phantom when I realized ghosts were escaping out of my mom and dad's portal and into my town. I seemed to be the only one who could stop them. I fought them all. Technus, Skulker, Ember, Johnny 13, I was the ghost who fought others ghosts to save a town who hated me just as much as they hated the ghosts I was fighting. My own parents want to capture me and dissect me, but they don't even realize it. And if I told them… They wouldn't want me anymore. They hate ghosts, they think ghosts are vermin, and the only things they want to do with ghosts in kill them or study them.
I used to have bigger dreams. I wanted to be an astronaut. I wanted to work for NASA,
go to space, and explore the un-explored. That dream feels so far out of my reach now, and to be honest it scares me. I don't feel like I know who I am anymore or who I want to be. I feel like I'm in this in-between where I'm not exactly the Danny from before my accident, but I'm not some other Danny either. My life became this cycle of wake up go to school, fight off ghosts, and repeat. I didn't sleep often, what little grades I had were going down the drain, and it felt like my friends stopped caring about, well, me. They helped me fight off the ghosts and covered for me when Danny Fenton had to leave so Danny Phantom could be there, sure, but we no longer had days were we just had fun. All they talked about were ghosts, and new devices we could swipe off my parents, and what ghosts did we fight off? Is the Fenton Thermos empty? Do we need to restock? Have we heard any news from Plasmius about trying to take over the world?
I wanted a break, I wanted to get away so I could figure out what the fuck I'm doing with my life! What do I want to do and who the hell do I want to be? When you guys met me in Woodstock, I had just flown from Amity Park, that was my first day away from home. After Woodstock I ended up in Iowa and I ran into a pair of roommates who knew about all of this. They knew about the supernatural and so they told me stories and gave me a job and a bed to sleep in and food to eat. Thomas and Maeve listened to me and asked about things I was interested in. They cared about Danny Fenton, not Danny Phantom. It was great, and I kind of didn't want to leave, but I didn't think they wanted some runaway teenager to stick around for the long haul… I mean, they have decades of more experience than I do, I was literally a baby compared to the two of them, and I didn't want to overstay my welcome, so I left, and Bobby found me after I had blindly walked into the vampire nest.
I begged Bobby to teach me what he knew, help me to become more like a hunter because for some reason I kept running into all of these different creatures that I knew nothing about. I couldn't just suck them into my stupid thermos anymore. I couldn't just blast them and hope it stuns them because they weren't ghosts. Each monster had a different weakness and I didn't know what they were. I knew I would die if I didn't figure it out. Ever since Bobby started teaching me, I feel good. My human body is stronger, I know the difference between a saber and a broadsword, and I can shoot a bullseye from thirty feet away without having to think about it. I really didn't mean to end up going from ghost fighting to hunting, because there isn't much of a difference, but I feel like I'm growing, I mean really growing. I'm learning, and experiencing the world and travelling like I've always wanted. I don't want to go home because I'm scared if I do I'm going to end up feeling trapped or bored or letting out pent up feelings on someone who doesn't deserve it. I'm scared of becoming the loser with bags under his eyes and shitty grades whose sole purpose in life it to be Dash Baxter's punching bag. I don't want to go back to that, I won't go back to that."
I gripped the edge of my seat and blinked back tears. I don't remember Sam pulling over, but now that I had finished talking I was acutely aware that the impala was silent, and so were Sam and Dean. I was starting to fully realize that I was nothing more than a child with small problems. Sam and Dean had a dad who was literally refusing to be around, while my own father was probably at home waiting for me to walk back through the door. I was selfish, but the thought of going home and staying home made me feel nauseous.
I heard car doors opening and closing, but I refused to look up while I willed away my tears. A moment later, the backseat doors were opening and closing, and Sam and Deann sat on either side of me. I prayed that my body didn't betray my losing battle to keep myself together.
"You guys must think I'm ridiculous to care so much about all of that stuff..." I whispered.
"We don't think that at all, Danny," Sam said.
"In fact, you couldn't have picked anyone who understands your feelings better," Dean added.
I slowly raised my head and looked at the two guys beside me, "Really?"
"Yeah, really. Danny, I ran away from too. Twice. I totally get wanting to know if there is more out there for you. Sometimes there is, and sometimes there isn't. You'll just have to find out which one that is for you," Sam told me.
"And the two of us, Bobby, we're not going anywhere unless you want us too. We'll stick around until you figure it all out, okay?" Dean said.
I nodded as my tears finally started to fall. I felt arms wrap me into a group hug and I cried harder. The waves of guilt and anger and fear came pouring out of me. I felt bad because my friends and family probably felt like I abandoned them. I was angry because none of them really understood me anymore. I was scared because I wasn't sure I understood myself. But Sam and Dean did. We were practically strangers, yet here they were refusing to abandon me. It may just be because I'm a kid, it most likely was, but in that moment, it felt like it was something else, and that made me feel a sweet sense of relief.
After my little break down Dean got back behind the wheel and Sam reclined in the passenger seat to take a nap. I laid down as well to try and get some more sleep. We managed to get back to Bobby's early the next morning.
"Where the hell have you three been? I didn't think on little hunting trip would take two weeks!" Bobby said as he let us in.
"We ended up taking Danny on two hunts, you will never believe what we ended running into on the first go around," Dean said.
"What did you idjits do?" Bobby yelled.
"Turns out we ended up stumbling across a demon on our first go around, so we thought we'd take the kid on a hunt that was a little more routine. Which is why we were gone for two weeks instead of a couple of days," Dean explained.
"A demon? Are you serious?! Where?!" Bobby questioned.
"It was crashing down planes," I told Bobby.
"And you're all okay?" Bobby asked.
"We're fine. We exorcised the demon and we stopped a local haunting in Ohio. A woman was taking on the Bloody Mary legend and clawing the eyes out of people who had secrets involving the dead," Sam informed the older man.
"You damn fools are gonna end up killed one day, ya know that?" Bobby grumbled as he went to the fridge and pulled out a beer, "By the way, someone stopped by while the three of you were gone. Well, two people, a boy and a girl. They were asking about the kid."
I narrowed my eyes, "What did they say?"
"They wanted to know if I'd seen you. Being the suspicious guy, I am, I lied and said I had sent you on your way not long ago. Guess it wasn't a total lie, but they didn't expect you to be coming back around here," Bobby popped open his beer and took a swig.
Slowly, I pulled my journal out of my bag. It couldn't be them, could it. I walked over to Bobby as I pulled the photo of my previous roommates out of my book. I handed the photo to the older hunter hesitantly, "Was this them?"
Bobby looked at me before taking the picture from my hands. He looked it over then raised his head up to look at me again, shock on his face, "Yeah, this is them. You know who they are?"
"I met them in Iowa. They let me room with them for a few weeks, Thomas, the man, he gave me a temporary job. I left before I got too attached, before I got my hopes up…" I took the photo back and slipped it back into my journal.
"What do you mean get your hopes up?" Sam asked.
"That they'd want me to stick around…" I swallowed thickly.
"Well clearly, they did if they're looking for you, Kid," Dean said.
"That could be because the last time either of them saw me was when a vampire had tried to eat me," I retorted.
"Sounds more like you're in denial, but fine. Where you go and what you do isn't any of our business," Dean held his hands up in mock surrender to me.
"I don't know, and I can't sit around and think about it. Besides, I needed to learn how to be like you guys. I needed to be able to defend against the different things that are out there and they didn't want to help me do that, so it was probably for the best," I rubbed at the back of my neck.
"So, who exactly are they?" Sam asked him.
I sighed and lowered myself into a chair. I gently bit on my knuckle as I pull the picture out again, "Thomas Sinclair and Maeve Todd. They're best friends, roommates. Known each other a long time. Thomas ended up smacking me in the face with a door one night and he felt bad, so he offered me a place to stay and a job. I took it, and it was great. Thomas is the greatest cook I've ever met. And Maeve… she's just… she's smart, like really smart. And she's gorgeous and witty. They know about my circumstances," I paused and gave Sam and Dean a look, "And they were okay with it. I didn't think it would last, just like I don't expect this arrangement here to last…" I looked at the three men.
"What does that mean? What, did you just expect that I'd kick you out when I got bored?! I may be a drunken grouch, but I'm not some heartless jackass," Bobby exclaimed offensively.
"I'm sorry. That's really not what I was implying. It's just… I know you guys have better things to do than look after some runaway," I said.
"Well, I ain't gonna kick you out unless you do something absolutely awful, but there is one thing that concerns me," Bobby gave me a hard look and I felt a knot in my stomach tighten, "Did you know one of your roommates was a demon?"
"A demon?! Which one?!" Dean growled out.
"The boy, Thomas. I got suspicious when they didn't try to come in. Out of curiosity, I muttered a simple Christo. Kid tried to hide it, but he flinched," Bobby didn't take his eyes off me and I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"I knew," I stated simply. The room fell silent for a moment as the three of them looked at me incredulously.
"You… you knew? You knew he was a demon and you just… what? Said screw it?" Sam inquired.
"He saved my life, he gave me a place to stay!" I defended.
"He's a demon! From hell!" Bobby yelled.
"He hasn't killed anyone in nearly a century! Thomas is an incubus and still needs to feed, but he doesn't kill anyone!" I stood up and gave the hunters a hard look.
"So, you just believe this guy who you only knew for two or three weeks?" Dean shot back.
"Yes, I do, and you wanna know why?"
"We'd love to know that!" Dean yelled at me.
"BECAUSE HE COULD HAVE KILLED ME AT ANYTIME IN THOSE THREE WEEKS AND HE DIDN'T!" I screamed. I took a deep breath, "Look, Thomas and Maeve are anything but normal. They're both really, really, old, and they both stay out of the hunters' ways. They don't hurt anyone, and they just want to live out their lives under the radar," I looked at them pleadingly. I didn't want Thomas and Maeve getting hurt because they went looking for me.
"Okay, Okay. Let's just… take a deep breath. Danny, we believe you. It's just… I mean, demons have done nothing but wreak havoc for us, and it's just we've had bad luck with them," Sam spat out awkwardly and I sighed.
"I get that, and usually I'm right there with you. Totally on board with the whole demons are evil thing, but Thomas is different. Maeve is different,"
"And what exactly is Maeve?" Dean asks.
"She's a Kitsune…" I tell them.
"A kitsune? I haven't heard a case about them in years," Bobby muttered.
"Well, she happens to be over two thousand years old," I smile a little and sit back down again.
"And neither of them hurt you? In any way?" Dean questioned.\
"No, they didn't," I defended again.
"Okay, then I guess we won't go after them, but if I find out one of your friends put one toe out of line and we're taking them out," Bobby warns.
"Fine, that's fair enough," I nod as someone starts pounding on the door.
3rd Person POV
"I'll get it," Sam says as he walks to the front door. Sam opened the door and paused seeing a pretty girl with long, snowy white hair and shining blue eyes. Beside her was a man who looked to be the same age as Sam himself. His hair was an auburn color, and he had striking green eyes that made Sam feel strange things. The man made Sam uncomfortable for reasons unknown to him. Sam recognized them from the picture Danny had shown him a few minutes ago.
"Thomas Sinclair and Maeve Todd?" Sam questioned, his eyes constantly flickering back to the smirking demon.
"Well aren't you smart? And who might you be good looking?" Thomas said smoothly, leaning against the door jam. The girl rolled her eyes and Sam felt his face go hot, not used to a male so blatantly hitting on him; or hitting on him at all.
"Uh, I'm, uh, Sam. Sam Winchester," Sam shifted a little.
"Sam Winchester… I like it. You're definitely much better to look at than the old guy who answered the door the other day. Tell me, are you a visiting friend or do you, hopefully live around here?" Thomas asked as Maeve groaned. Sam swallowed and suddenly felt self-conscious as the man swept his eyes up and down Sam's form.
"Okay, I cannot take the sexual vibe anymore. Hi, Sam you said? Look, I know your friend, uh, Bobby Singer? He said that Danny had already skipped town, but I just don't really buy that. Please, we want to talk to him. Also, I'm really sorry about my best friend, he can't keep it in his pants," Maeve sent her friend a glare.
"He won't want me to keep it in his pants for long," Thomas smirked and Maeve gagged.
"Um, dude, no offense, but I don't swing that way," Sam explained awkwardly.
"That's okay, Hot Stuff, it won't matter for long," Thomas winked and brushed past Sam to enter Bobby's home.
"Wait, hey!" Sam shook his head and followed the demon.
"Ugh…. Tommy! You can't just waltz into somebody's home!" Maeve yelled.
"You can come in Maeve!" Sam said as he scrambled after Thomas, "Hey! Hold on a minute!"
Thomas chuckled and turned to Sam, giving him a seductive smirk, "I haven't even worked my magic and you're already chasing after me."
"You walked into a house uninvited!" Sam argued.
"Thomas?" Danny shot out of his seat at the sight of his demon friend.
"What the hell are you doing back here?" Bobby demanded.
"Maeve didn't believe that Danny had skipped town, and I'm not stupid enough to argue with her," Thomas shrugged and looked at Dean, "Who's this one?"
"That's my brother Dean," Sam answered.
"Dude! Don't give a demon my name!" Dean scolded Sam.
"Trust me, your name isn't what I'm after," Thomas winked and Dean backed away.
"What the hell do you want?" Dean asked.
Thomas smirked, "To get in your pants."
"No way in friggin' hell am I letting you do that you damn creep!" Dean cried out and Danny chuckled.
"That's okay, your brother is more my type anyways. I'm sure I can persuade him to try something new," Thomas smiled back at Sam who blushed profusedly, "How about is sexy?"
"Thomas, stop it," Maeve sighed, "You are making everyone uncomfortable."
"Maeve," Danny said in awe.
The girl smiled and rushed over to pull the ghost boy into a hug, "Danny! We were so worried about you!"
Danny smiled and hugged her back tightly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, honestly."
"Danny," Thomas said walking over, "Why did you leave, Kid?"
Danny let go of Maeve and looked at Thomas who was frowning at him, "I didn't think you wanted me to stick around for too long… Didn't want to be a bother. Besides, I found people who were willing to train me."
"Train you?!" Thomas turned back to the Winchesters, "Train him?! What the fuck are you clowns thinking?! He's a bloody kid, you damn wankers!"
"Wankers? What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked.
"It means that you're idiots!" Thomas yelled.
"What are you, from a foreign country or something? Nobody says wanker," Dean scoffed.
"I'm British you numpties," Thomas growled.
"I'm British you numpties," Dean mocked in a terrible accent.
"Dean, stop it," Sam chided and Dean grumbled under his breath.
"Danny, come back. With us, please," Maeve pleaded, "You won't have to hunt or throw yourself into dangerous situations."
"Maeve, I want to be able to defend myself against anything. For that, I have to stay here, where Sam, Dean, and Bobby can teach me," Danny explained, taking her hands in his.
Maeve lowered her voice, worry etched into her features., "Danny, what happens when they, you know..."
Danny smiled softly and bent down near her ear, "Sam and Dean found out when we took down a demon who was crashing local flights," Danny straightened up and Maeve casted a glance towards the brothers.
"And they don't mind?" she asked, "What did you tell them about me and Tommy?" her voice took on a hard edge.
"We might've forced the kid's hand a little, made him spill what he knew. I also saw the boy flinch when I muttered Christo at the door the other day," Bobby replied and Thomas flinched.
"Okay, let's not do that while I'm around," Thomas huffed.
"You don't get to make requests here. May I remind you, you walked in here without an invitation," Dean said.
"And may I remind you, that you are letting a child go out on dangerous hunts where there are monsters who will not hesitate to kill him?" Thomas shot back.
"oh, and what do you two happen to be again? Oh, that's right, a demon and a fox spirit!" Dean glared at Thomas who growled and his eyes shifted black.
Thomas stalked over to Dean and towered over him, "Do you wanna go, hunter?"
"Maybe I do, hell spawn," Dean challenged.
"I was born in Cheshire, actually," Thomas smirked.
"Alright, Dean, Thomas, stop it. Please," Danny said and stepped in-between them. Thomas backed away, and his eyes flicked back to their normal forest green.
"Maeve, Thomas, I love you guys. You're both amazing, but I have to be able to defend myself against anything. I need to become stronger so I don't need to rely on people to come to my rescue all the time when shit goes sideways," Danny explained.
"Danny, there is no shame asking for help. Dean and I rely on each other all the time, even as professional hunters," Sam reassures the teen.
"The hotties over there is right. Everyone, no matter who or what you are, needs help getting through this piss poor excuse of a life, and that's totally okay," Thomas agrees with a smile.
"Okay, it's a little off-putting that a demon and a hunter are agreeing, but I will take it," Danny replies.
"And we aren't letting you out of our sight," Maeve states, putting her hands on her hips.
"Whoa, excuse me?" Dean interjects, "Um, no, not happening! I don't care whether or not Danny likes you two circus clowns, I am not letting you stick around here or anywhere in our vicinity!" Dean exclaimed.
"Well I refuse to leave Danny with you three scruffy, redneck hunters," Maeve said defiantly.
"Hey!" Dean said.
"Ha! That was accurate," Thomas laughed.
"Shut up," Dean snapped.
"Make me!" Thomas bit back.
"Stop it!" Maeve silenced the two men.
"I refuse to leave Danny because I am his friend, just like the three of you, and Thomas feels the same way, even if he doesn't like to outwardly express it. So, consider us you're new partners!" Maeve smiled, "I am ready to fight all of the baddies!"
"You have got to be freaking kidding me…" Dean groaned.
"More time with Sam?" Thomas smiled at the younger Winchester, "I think I can get on board with that."
"Please don't use your powers on me," Sam held a hand up and took a step away from the incubus.
"Awe come on, you know you want to, just once baby, what do you say?" Thomas winked and Sam's face went scarlet.
"Ew! Stop dropping sexual flirtations at my brother!" Dean gave the two men a disgusted look, "And stop letting him, Sammy!"
"it's Sam!" he corrected.
'What-freaking-ever, Dude. A man is hitting on you and all you can manage is some inarticulate babbling and blushes that'd make a school girl jealous." Maeve giggled at Dean's comment.
"It's not your brother's fault that I'm irresistible," Thomas smirked.
"Okay, I've about had enough of you," Dean said.
"Okay, Dean, Dean. Calm down," Sam said.
"Don't-don't defend him! He's getting inside your head," Dean scolded his brother.
"This is getting us nowhere!" Sam exclaimed.
"Then what exactly do you suggest?" Bobby asked Sam.
"Let's just all go out for a bite to eat. Relax, and just take a breather, everyone. Okay?" Sam reasoned.
"I'm done," Thomas grinned.
"Yeah, okay, sure," Maeve said.
Danny nodded and Bobby grumbled. Dean looked at them all a moment, "Fine, let's go."
Dean of course, had picked where they went out to eat, which ended up being a local dive bar. The group had taken a seat and ordered drinks. The tension and awkwardness was hard to ignore and Danny scowled at his friends.
"Okay, someone please start talking. This atmosphere is stifling."
"I'd rather not be talking if you know what I mean," Thomas gave Sam a wink and took a sip of his beer.
"Do you know when to quit?" Bobby asked.
"I quit when the clothes come off and windows get steamy," Thomas replied with a shameless smile.
"Or if you get bored," Danny added.
"True, but that rarely happens. I know how to keep myself entertained," Thomas said.
"Okay, seriously what are you? Why are you always so hung up on sex?" Dean asked.
"I'm an incubus," Thomas answered with a shrug.
"An incubus? Like, the sex demon?" Sam asked, sounding intrigued.
Thomas bit his lower lip before raising his beer to his lips again, "Someone is a smarty pants. Tell me, interested?"
"N-No…" Sam looked away and tried to shake this feeling.
"You keep telling yourself that, Babe," Thomas said with a smile.
"You're relentless," Maeve sighed.
"I'm confident, that's all," Thomas shrugged again.
"Okay, now that Thomas is done sexualizing my brother, can we please talk about the fact that a demon and a kitsune want to buddy up with us?" Dean said, changing the subject.
"We only want to spend time with Danny," Maeve argued. Danny tried to hide his goofy smile behind the sleeve of his jacket. He felt good hearing Maeve persistently argue with Sam and Dean in order to stay with him. It made him hope that there's more than just friendly feelings there.
"Correction, I want to make sure he doesn't die, because I don't trust hunters. No offense, it's just how I am. Maeve is here because she can't stand being away from her boy toy," Thomas laughs before the girl growls and harshly elbows her friend in the gut. Thomas wheezes and groans.
"Boy toy?" Dean raises a curious eyebrow and looks between the two, "Is there something you haven't told us, Danny?"
"No!" Danny began to turn red.
"Are you sure?" Dean smirked and turned to Maeve.
"What are you looking at me for?" Maeve snapped.
"Hoping you'll tell me what your friend was talking about," Dean answered.
"He's an idiot, he says things that mean nothing all the time," the girl fidgets in her seat and Dean laughs at her uneasiness.
"Awe that's cute you two," Dean smiles and leans back in his chair.
"Dean, shut up," Danny glares at him, but Dean just laughs again.
"You really think you can intimidate me, kid?"
"Shut up, Douchebag…." Danny mutters and crosses his arm with a huff.
"I may find your little girlfriend amusing, but I'm still not letting Fox and the Hound crash with us," Dean downed the rest of his beer.
"And how do you expect to stop the two of us?" Maeve asked, leaning forward with a smirk across her face.
"Um, by saying bye-bye," Dean answered.
"I'm two-thousand five-hundred years old. I've seen more than everyone in this bar combined, Kid," Dean frowned.
"You don't look two-thousand five-hundred."
"I know I don't," Maeve smiled and patted Dean's hand.
"Ugh, Jesus Christ. Look, Danny is fine. Look at him! Totally fine! Could you two please just chill out and go home?" Dean looked at the two supernatural beings, exasperated.
"Yeah, no," Maeve answered as she sipped her water.
"Why not?!" Dean was at the end of his rope. He was not about to risk his life or his brother's. He didn't want to risk Danny's life either.
"Because we're having so much fun," Maeve said.
Sam sighed and leaned towards Thomas, "Are you really only here to watch out for Danny?"
"Yes, that is the only reason," Thomas answered leaning closer to Sam.
"This doesn't mean I trust you with my life or anything," Sam warned.
"Of course not, we hardly know each other yet," Thomas assured.
"Yet?" Sam raised a brow.
Thomas flashed Sam one of his gorgeous smiles as his eyes flashed purple, "Well I for one, would love to get to know you, what do you say Sam?"
Sam felt a fog cloud his mind, and he blinked. He looked at Thomas and started to think about how truly attractive he looked… Thomas smirked and stood, "I'm going to grab another drink. Come with me Sam?"
Sam found himself nodding and stood to follow the shorter man to the bar. Thomas ordered two more beers and turned his head to look at the Winchester, "You want to kiss me, don't you?" Thomas' eyes flashed purple again and Sam blinked again. Why was Thomas' lips looking so tempting? Sam wasn't into guys, so why did he want to lean down and kiss the man in front of him so bad?
Thomas turned to fully face the hunter, a smile forming as he stepped closer, the two men close enough for it to be seen as intimate, "It's okay, Sam. I promise I don't bite."
Sam no longer hesitated. He swooped down and captured Thomas' lips in a searing kiss. Thomas grinned and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, kissing him back. Sam sighed contently, this kiss felt amazing, and Sam felt lightheaded. Thomas tried to not completely lose himself, 'I can't get carried away and accidentally kill him…' Thomas hummed appreciatively as he felt Sam's energy transfer to him.
'What the fuck?!" Dean dropped his beer bottle in shock. Sam was kissing a man. Not just any man, but a sex demon.
"Don't worry, Sam will be a little dizzy and confused afterward, but he'll be just fine," Danny reassured with a bored look.
"Sam isn't gay!" Dean said.
"Sam doesn't need t be gay. He just needs to have a pulse," Maeve replied.
Thomas pulled away from Sam, but only enough so their lips were no longer touching. Sam's breath still fanned across Thomas' face and it took quite a bit of the demon's willpower not to jump him again. Thomas looked up into Sam's eyes and smiled.
"Whoa…"
"Yeah, whoa," Sam, starting to come out of Thomas's magic induced fog, agreed.
Thomas chuckled softly, "How are you feeling big guy?"
Sam blinked and shook his head softly. The hunter pulled away a bit as the fog started to clear from him head.
"Sam?" Thomas asked softly.
"What…. What happened?" Sam mumbled, "And why do I have the urge to pin you against the bar?"
Thomas laughed and stepped back to give him room, "I was drained. Sorry, but I used you to replenish my energy. I must say, you are a bloody damn good kisser, Sam Winchester," Thomas leaned on the bar and watched Sam run a hand down his face.
"I feel extremely dizzy…" Sam informed the other man.
"That's a side effect, but don't worry there isn't any lasting damage to you mind, body, or soul," Thomas smiled as Sam looked at him.
"Did you use magic on me?" Sam asked.
"Are you mad?" Thomas inquired instead.
"No, no I don't think I am…" Sam answered, "If I'm being honest, I don't know how I feel right now."
"That's my magic wearing off. You'll be okay after some rest, I promise," Thomas handed Sam a beer and the man took it gratefully.
"That kiss was certainly… different," Sam mumbled as he took a sip of beer.
"I hope I burn that image out of my mind…" Dean grumbled irritably.
"What if Sam was gay or bi Dean?" Maeve said.
"Then I would fully support who he chose to screw, but he is not interested in men so I will continue to be disgusted," Dean snapped.
Bobby, who had complained about being done with the rest of the party's childish ways, had left ten minutes ago leaving Dean with Maeve and Danny, who tried to hide the side looks and flirty comments, but Dean wasn't buying their whole friend visage. Dean didn't really know what to think at the moment. All he'd ever known was that monsters were evil, yet Danny was a ghost, and he helped save the lives of everyone on that flight, he helped save Sam and Dean. Maeve sat in front of him, the only thought crossing her mind was Danny's wellbeing, and he believed that. As for Thomas, well, he didn't seem to think of much else other than getting into the next person's pants. Could he trust them? Did he want to allow them to stick around? If he screwed up he could be risking his life. He could be risking Sam and Danny's lives. But Danny seemed to smile more with the little fox girl around, and Dean saw Sam talk more freely than he has since Jess died. With the whole kiss scene over with, Dean looked up at the bar to see Sam laughing lightly with whatever the incubus was saying to him.
"I must be out of my damn mind…" Dean muttered as he took another swig of his beer.
A/N: Okay... so, this is kinda a filler chapter because I just wanted to write. I didn't plan on re-introducing Maeve and Thomas until much later, but I got bored so here they are! As for the kiss... please don't yell at me! I had that scene planned out the moment I came up with Thomas' character and I quite like it. If you guys happen to love the scene, I might add a little more fun stuff in :) but if you guys absolutely hate it then I won't do something o out of the box again, unless it's too help story progression or something like that. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
