AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Me and my cliffies—I apologize.
This chapter has more explanation, some angst, and a moment I have been dying to write since I started writing this in the first place, when it was all playing around in my head.
Warnings: Language, Sensuality, Sex, Violence, Dark Themes, Drugs.
ENJOY!!
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Grace had actually felt a little bad about leaving Sam behind—she was already starting to grow fond of him. She wasn't sure what her feelings about him were exactly, but she knew that they were just incredibly truthful with each other and she wasn't sure anyone had ever been that truthful with her besides Peter. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more it made her swallow because she wasn't sure how to deal with any of it.
"Maybe it would be best if I just took all of this just a little slower." Grace said aloud to herself, running her finger through her hair.
She nodded because she was certain that was the best course of action, and then she froze when she saw Peter on her steps. Grace smiled at him a little bit and sat down next to him, pretty sure she'd see him pretty soon. She was no stranger to Peter coming to her for advice and for comfort and she was willing to give it to him even though he'd punched Dean in the face. Grace understood Peter like no one else did, and that was part of why he was so in love with her, but so unable to voice it.
"I hear you punched Dean in the face." Grace told Peter with a small smile on her face, immediately running her fingers through his hair.
Peter nodded slowly. "Yeah…I actually feel really bad about that. So…you hear that I ordered him out of town too?"
"Yeah, but you didn't mean it entirely. I mean of course you meant part of it but…you know deep down that this isn't actually Dean's fault. It was Milly's choice not to tell Dean about her cancer." Grace told him, leaning her head against him. "I mean you have every right to be mad at him for taking her out, and for sleeping with her, and for all the taking off on her he did…but cut him some slack, Pete—he only just found out about their baby."
Peter nodded and wrapped his arms around Grace. "I just can't go back and tell him I'm sorry…part of me just isn't sorry at all, Gracie."
"I know, Pete. Why don't you…why don't you come on in and have some tea or something? Sound good?" Grace asked him.
Peter nodded and the two stood up and walked into her home as Dean stormed into the motel room angrily, Milly sighing behind him and Sam scrambling up. He had absolutely no idea why Milly was there, or why Dean was upset, but he was pretty certain he was about to know everything. Sam took the moment of their angry silence glaring at each other to look Milly over and he realized she was exactly Dean's type—even if some things about her didn't match up.
She was beautiful, she was independent, and it looked like even though Dean was mad at her, part of him was losing the battle. Milly stood her ground and Sam was surprised when she turned to him and smiled, holding out her hand and he took it. The girl was surprising and for some reason, Sam already liked her and he was pretty happy to see the love in Dean's eyes for her even though he was pissed.
"I'm Milly—nice to meet you, Sam." Milly told him and then closed her eyes and sighed when Dean spoke up.
"Why don't you tell him who else you are?" Dean said, motioning to Sam.
Milly took her hand from Sam's slowly and looked at Dean. "Stop being such an immature Princess, Dean!"
"She's Michael's other vessel." Dean told Sam, staring Milly down.
"If you don't stop glaring at me, I'm going to have to seduce you." Milly muttered, running her hands down her face.
Sam laughed loudly as Dean did a double-take, both of them hearing what it was that she had said. He knew he shouldn't have found it so entertaining, but for some reason his first impression of Milly and how she acted with Dean was just too perfect for Sam. Still, she was Michael's 'other vessel'? How the Hell did that work?
"Wait, so…Michael's other vessel?" Sam asked her calmly.
Milly nodded slowly. "Yeah…see, Dean here has given me a lot of blood over the years and since he won't say 'yes', Michael's next choice was me because the vessel thing? It's in your blood…and I have some of Dean's 'chosen blood'."
"Wow…this is kind of heavy." Sam said slowly.
"She didn't tell you that she already said 'yes'." Dean explained and instead of anger, Milly and Sam both clearly noted the pain in his voice.
Milly took a deep breath and took her jacket off, tossing it on Dean's bed and walking over to him, taking his jacket in her hands and looking up at him. For the first time since they'd started glaring at each other, Dean looked away, and Milly sighed loudly, Sam watching the interaction between them. At first he thought he should leave them alone in the room together, but it was pretty obvious that he needed to hear what was going on…and he really liked seeing Dean around something he genuinely loved so much.
"Look, someone had to. I do not want the future that you saw, Dean, and neither do you—admit it. You don't want Sam to get the chance to be pressured into saying 'yes' to save you." Milly explained to him. "I mean come on, Dean—Lucifer has to be taken out now."
Dean looked down at her sadly. "Then why isn't Michael in you now?"
"Because Michael is an incredibly powerful archangel and until Lucifer's current vessel weakens a little bit he doesn't want to put my body through that. Until then, you have to deal with me because I stupidly showed myself." Milly explained to him.
Dean stroked her hair. "Damn-it, Mill."
"I know you're pissed, Baby—I know." Milly nodded and then kissed him softly. "I just need this all to end, all right?"
"All right, but…Peter told Sam and I to leave town, so…are you going to come with us, maybe?" Dean asked her.
Milly smiled sadly. "Pete didn't mean all of it, Dean…he just hurts because…because Lexi is moving out…she wants to leave town."
Dean rubbed his temples and took a deep breath, trying hard to figure out what to say to Peter as he stood there. It wasn't new for Dean to be threatened by Peter, and Dean couldn't blame him this time—he'd found out about Dean and Milly sleeping together. For Dean though, this was hitting close to home because he actually cared about Milly and for some reason actually wanted to be close with her family and he was definitely not close to Peter at all.
"You're not good for her." Peter told Dean with a shake of his head. "I appreciate you giving her blood, but you can't just blame the other driver for the accident, Dean—you were the one driving your car."
Dean scoffed. "Peter, don't you ever get tired of blaming me for everything bad that happens to your sister?"
"Just don't hurt her, Dean…or I'll hurt you far worse." Peter warned, and headed out of Dean's motel room.
Dean hit the wall with his fist and then sighed loudly when he heard a knock on the door, opening it up angrily, expecting Peter to come back and have more to say. It was Lexi though, and Dean smiled at her a little and let her in, knowing that Lexi actually liked Dean enough to be on his side sometimes. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, looking up at Dean and smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry about Pete, Dean. He's just really protective and Milly…we're his little sisters and he thinks he has to be our second father." Lexi told him, knowing she couldn't spill about the cancer.
Dean nodded slowly. "I know, I just—Milly's not glass! She's a big girl and she can make her own damn decisions!"
"Damn straight I can." Milly agreed, having let herself in.
"Just don't take it personally." Lexi told Dean, smiling at him and then her sister before leaving the two alone.
Milly went straight up to Dean and kissed him, stroking his hair and holding onto his shirt, looking up into his eyes and staying silent. The thing Dean loved most about Milly was that she knew when to be cheeky and playful, and she knew when she needed to shut her mouth so that Dean could rant. Just the notion that she knew him well enough to know he wanted to rant made him pull her closer to him and wrap his arms around her, kissing her and changing her mind about what he wanted.
"And to think, Baby…the bed is right there…" Milly told him, winking and laughing as he pulled her down on the bed with him and kissed her tenderly.
Sam smiled fondly at the two of them and then cleared his throat and Milly looked over at him as Dean just smiled down at Milly with love in his eyes. The sight honestly warmed Sam's heart, and he knew that he had to definitely leave the two of them alone. Besides, there was probably some more that he could do while they caught up a little less hostilely. The two of them deserved their second chance, and Sam was pretty sure he knew what it was that he needed to know and that was the end of it…he didn't need to know anymore.
"I'm going to go and see if I can't find Cas." Sam told them and smiled when Milly did. "I'll call him and we'll get down to the bottom of all of this soon. I just…it would be easier if you hadn't given Michael an answer yet, but we'll have to deal."
Milly smiled at him. "It was nice to finally meet you, Sam."
"You too, Milly—keep him in your sights so he doesn't do anything rash, please." Sam said with a laugh and Dean looked at his brother.
"Hey—don't tell your new girlfriend about Milly, all right? She's not supposed to show herself to any of her family members or friends." Dean explained to Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Grace is not my new girlfriend. Now…play nice you two."
Milly laughed a little and nodded, Sam heading out of the motel room and leaving Milly and Dean alone with each other. Dean took his jacket off and sat on the motel bed as Milly glanced around and then her eyes rested on the foot board and they lit up excitedly. All she could think about right then was how much she had appreciated Dean and how much he had loved and supported her—now she was just breaking him even more before she was taken from him again.
"It's our room." Milly told him, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Dean nodded slowly. "Yeah…it really is, Mill."
"Which means that this…" She said, sitting on Dean's lap, straddling him, "…is our bed…"
"I suppose you could call it that." Dean replied softly, leaning up a little. "God, I've missed you."
Milly smiled at him and nodded slowly, biting her lip and resting her hand on Dean's cheek, stroking it with her thumb. She looked him in the eye and he knew what she wanted to ask and he had no idea how he was going to fare with her after they talked about it. Besides, she was the only one he'd ever truly been in love with—the only one it ever truly broke him to leave…
"I shouldn't have showed myself to you." Milly told him sadly, resting her forehead on his. "All I ever do to you is hurt you and I really haven't rectified that in my death and resurrection."
Dean made a face. "Okay, my reading you is off."
"No it's not." Milly told him, shaking her head. "I was going to ask about the others but it doesn't matter—not really. I wasn't around and you had a lot of pain and loneliness to work through."
"Don't ever leave me again." Dean ordered her.
Before Milly could respond to that, Dean had pulled her in for a kiss and she didn't think she could deny the two of them the closeness. They were in a familiar room, in a bed they were both fond of, and Dean wanted to feel her like he had in the past…and she couldn't deny that she wanted to feel him too as she ground herself against his lap a little. In reaction, Dean lifted her shirt up a little and she raised her arms so he could get it off of her, and after a moment of eye contact between the two, Milly whispered that she loved him and Dean couldn't hold back any longer…
Note: Castiel is showing up in the next chapter as well as Milly's parents, just a heads up. I have a couple more twists up my sleeves too. =) Feedback is always appreciated!
