Family Secrets Chapter 9

Don't own Supernatural or the characters. Only Alta is my own creation.

I need to know, I need to know

If you think you're gonna leave

Then you better say so

I need to know, I need to know

'Cause I don't know how long I can hold on

If you're makin' me wait, if you're leadin' me on

I need to know

Tom Petty – I need to know

Sam was eyeing Alta from the driver's seat. He could tell she had something on her mind but he didn't have a clue what it could be. Her eyesight was back to normal so she was able to hunt with him and the hunt went well. They made a perfect team. They dispatched the shape shifter quickly and without injury to either of them. He didn't think it could get better than that. But something was bothering her. He figured he would find out soon enough.

"I thought the hunt went well."

"I like hunting with you Sam. We're good together." She shifted in her seat to face him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I missed this."

"We make a great team. I think you're perfect for me. I'd rather hunt with you than anyone I know."

"Even Dean?" She couldn't resist the question.

"Dean doesn't count. He's retired." He seemed to consider the question for a moment longer. "You're a lot like him. When I hunt with you it's almost like hunting with Dean. It feels right when we work together."

"Yea, I can feel it too."

The arrowhead Inn was typical of the well-used, cheap places Sam had stayed in most of his life. Alta was not unfamiliar with the type... bare necessities... a shower, hopefully hot and a clean bed.

As Sam pulled in to park in front of his room Alta gave him a light punch on the shoulder "I'm getting the shower first. I can't wait to get the stench of that shifter off of me!"

"You got it." he smiled. Maybe whatever was bothering her would pass and he wouldn't have to deal with it. He began clearing away the information pinned to the wall and scattered across the table. The hunter's usual way of tracking a case.

When Sam came out of the shower, Alta was seated at the foot of the bed with the bath towel still wrapped around her combing through her hair. He left the towel around his waist not bothering to dress.

Sam reached down to take her hand and she allowed him to pull her into a warm embrace. His lips were soft and hungry but she couldn't quite shake off the feelings of betrayal. He lied to her about this hunt and in her heart she knew he had intended to leave her when he left Bobby's.

He wanted to feel and smell the love and passion she had for him but it was hidden in the unease he sensed in her and he broke off the kiss, holding her face and gazing into her eyes.

"You're upset." He waited for her response.

"Yes." She looked up at him. "I wish you would be honest with me."

His face became pensive. He was still clueless. "What do you want me to say?"

"Just... " She didn't want to play this game with him. Her hands flew up in exasperation. She pushed his hands away from her face and he stepped back and gave a heavy sigh. "Tell me the truth!" This was not going to pass. He was going to have to deal with it… whatever it was.

"About?"

"Why did you tell me you were hunting the man who took me when you were obviously hunting a shape shifter?"

"I thought we cleared this up at the bar. I lied. I was after the shifter." He didn't want to have this conversation. He thought it was a waste of time. "It is what it is. Look, Bobby and I searched the house, the grounds... everywhere. We couldn't find any clues... no traces of the intruder. Believe me I'd like to find the sonofabitch that took you. I'd like to give him a serious beat down before I gank him. But if there're no clues, what can I do?"

"You couldn't tell me that?"

It would be so easy to lie. He thought maybe he should. "I didn't know what to think. You couldn't see and that means you couldn't hunt with me and Alta, I have to hunt. I can't not hunt." He decided to be honest. "I don't know what I feel for you. I know when I saw you with that man at the bar... Jack... I considered killing him. If I'd thought he was a threat, I would have." He made the statement so calmly. No anger... no emotion. He could have been talking about the weather.

"When you left Bobby's... before my eyesight returned..." she swallowed hard, afraid she knew the answer. "Did you mean to leave me?" Her voice was soft, childlike. Sam gazed into her crystal green eyes and saw the tears gathering there. Oh, God. Don't cry.

"Of course not." His eyes imperceptibly narrowed and he gave a tiny nod from side to side... Sam's 'tell'... barely noticeable. "Why would you think that?" He needed to get her off this track. She was too close to the truth. "Look, I'm going to hunt, Alta. Always. I have to. It's all I know and I couldn't wait any longer. I wasn't sure you'd understand. I thought you'd try to stop me." Her hunter's instinct perceived the lie but her love for him refused to let her see it.

He kissed first one eye and then the other. "Your eyes are perfect now and we couldn't have had a better hunt than tonight. You were perfect."

"No Sam. Perfect would include the truth."

"Look, I'm sorry." He bent down to be eye to eye with her. He did his best copy of Sammy's puppy face and it was close enough. She began to respond to him. He felt it and pressed his advantage. "You're angry with me, I get it." He threw his hands out, opening himself to her. "If you need to punch me to get it out of your system, go ahead."

She glared at him. He made her feel like she was wrong… like she was being unfair. She knew she wasn't wrong and the way he was twisting things made her angrier.

"I just want us to get past this." He saw her anger begin to rise to the surface. "Hit me!" His long arms flew out beside him. "I won't stop you. Hit me!"

"Stop it, Sam." She knew she was being manipulated and it made her angrier. He could feel her rage and it excited him.

"Hit me, Alta! I deserve it. I won't hit you… not ever." He knew he could bring her rage to the surface and he wanted to feel it… to smell it… taste it. He wanted to see the beauty of her rage. "Do it! Hit me!"

Alta reached her breaking point. She breathed deep. She faced him and landed a hard kick to his middle, sending him flying back against the wall. He'd expected her to punch his face and her kick caught him off guard, knocking the wind out of him. He staggered but kept his feet. He was gasping for air as he pulled himself to his full height and towered over her.

"You fight like a girl. Knock my ass down!" She followed his nasty comment with a hard punch to his gut, hitting the same spot she'd kicked. The punch had its desired effect on the tender spot. Sam doubled over clutching his middle. But he came up quickly. He held his arms out to his side, grinning, mocking. "Still standing. Try again."

She flew at him screaming and slamming him against the wall. Her hands reached up to circle his neck. He drew the line here and grabbed her wrists to stop her. By this time the knot in his towel had all it could take and the towel fell to the floor. Alta was immediately aware of his excitement. Her rage had turned him on and there was no hiding his very stiff erection. He knew when she saw it. He felt her emotions immediately shift when she realized his desire for her. He could smell her sudden reaction and feel the burning desire deep inside her. He didn't plan it but he thought it was great timing.

Alta lifted her gaze from his erection to his eyes and saw the smile on his face. This time he wasn't mocking. His eyes softened and he brought her hands to his chest and released her wrists. Then he gently buried his hands into her still damp hair and brought his face to hers. His gaze was hypnotic as he spoke into her mouth. "I can't hide how much I want you." His lips covered hers and her hands drifted down to caress his rock hard erection. She felt his moan deep in her throat as her hand closed around him. He broke off the kiss and gazed down at her as she stroked him. She watched his eyes half close with pleasure and heard the sharp intake of breath… his lips parted, drawn back, showing his teeth… not a smile… not a grimace… but in sweet torture. She'd never seen his face like this… never seen him lose control. It felt like power. He didn't intend to let her have power over him but it felt good.

Alta whispered to him. "Come." She dropped the towel from around her and led him to the bed where she pushed him down. Sam watched as she slowly straddled him. He reached to grab her hips and pull her to him but she batted his hands away. "No…" He held his hands up beside his head in surrender and watched her. She watched his face as she slowly slid onto him taking his full length deep into her. His face looked angelic with the pleasure of it. A look so unfamiliar… so lost in pleasure… She'd never seen him not in control. He'd never let himself not be in control.

Alta moved over him, finding the slow rhythm that made him moan and grab desperately for her as she kept batting his hands away. She refused to give up the power she found. Leaning forward she reached for him and they clasped hands and he met her rhythm thrusting up into her as she slowly moved on him. This sweet torture was better than he could stand. "Alta…" He begged. "Mmmm…?" She answered in his ear maintaining her slow rhythm. She looked down into his half-closed eyes. "I want to see it in your eyes when you cum." It was more than he could take. He grabbed her waist and flipped them both so that he was on her and thrusting deep into her. She gave up her power and reveled in the feel of his hard thrusts. She felt the strain in his muscular arms as she held tightly to him. His moans became groans and then growls as he began thrusting harder and faster. His body shook as he thrust deeply into her and his hot juices filled her. He buried his face at the base of her neck and lowered himself beside her. His breath came in short ragged sighs. She ran her hands through his hair and down his back pulling him close to her. When his breath became even, he nudged her to spoon against him, with her head tucked beneath his chin. He wrapped his body around her and sighed contentedly.

"I missed this." He said.

"Me too." She let out a little giggle. "I don't fight like a girl. I so would have knocked you on your ass if there hadn't been a wall behind you."

He laughed. It was a full whole hearted laugh. She didn't think she'd ever heard him laugh like that. It was beautiful. "I know… You fuck like a girl, though."

"Are you complaining?"

"Oh God, no!"

He closed his eyes and held her until she fell asleep. Then he held her for a long time more, just listening to her breathe.

xxx

"Well the young'uns are finally home." Crowley tried to fake a country accent. "And they're so sickeningly in love" He smirked. "Well, she's in love and he's giving a good performance."

"So what?" Samuel glared at Crowley. "Why do you care? Why don't you just let them alone? Does everyone have to be miserable?"

"You can't afford to be sentimental." Crowley's face turned from playfully sarcastic to angry and evil. "Take a look around you. What do you NOT see here?" He gestured to the empty cages around the room. "I'll tell you what you don't see. Creatures!" He glowered at Samuel. "We had a deal and while Sam was gallivanting around the countryside having fun with his little hunter girlfriend. You've not been holding up your end of the bargain. I don't like it!"

"We got you a rugaru and a vamp."

"Sam captured the Vamp. So, let's see… that leaves one rugaru in a month. Sam's killed a djinn, a demon and a shifter in that same time. Oh, and he took a week off to nurse maid his blind girlfriend."

"She's not…"

Yes, I know all the details." Crowley sighed. "Now that he's had his little walk-about and he's back home, just get him back on board, get things rolling and bring… me… some… creatures!"

xxx

"Sam!" Christian greeted Sam with a big smile and a pat on the shoulder.

"Christian." Sam smiled but he wondered at this new friendliness.

"It's good to have you back again." He turned to Alta. "Glad you're doing better. We've missed the two of you on hunts."

"Where's Samuel?" Sam quickly cut to the chase.

"His office." Christian nodded toward the hallway leading to Samuel's office. "He'll be glad to see you, both of you." He nodded toward Alta.

Sam turned to Alta. "I'll talk to him." He turned and headed off to see Samuel.

"Alta!" Gwynn had entered the room. "Good to see you." She motioned Alta toward the coffee maker. "Come. Have some coffee. Talk to me. I've missed you."

Sam knocked on the half opened door.

"Sam. You're back just in time. Alta with you?"

"Yes. She's talking to Gwynn. What have you got?"

"Right down to business, I see." Samuel waved Sam over to his desk. "Ghouls in Idaho."

"Graveyard?"

"Well they seem to be working out of a graveyard but they're not limiting themselves to the dead. Seems they have branched out to the living."

"Wouldn't be the first time. Dean and I ran into a pair that broke tradition and started feeding on the living." Sam had Sammy's memories of finding his half-brother Adam and the ghouls that feasted on him and his mother. "So, are we using someone as bait?"

"I'm not fond of using bait." Sam didn't have a care that using someone for bait was risky and often turned out badly. Samuel remembered the unfortunate way things had gone for Roy when the hunted the Arachne in Maine.

"It's the fastest way."

"No!"

Sam sighed. He wouldn't push the issue. "Stake out then?"

"That's the plan." Samuel eyed Sam. "Is Alta a hundred percent?"

"Yea, she perfect. I'm paring with her."

"We'll see how it plays out when we get there."

"No. She and I…" Sam fixed Samuel with a determined look. "We work together. You do what you want with the rest. I want her with me. I back her up. She backs me up." He waited for Samuel's reaction.

"Alright." Samuel nodded. "Have it your way, then."

TBC

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