My December
A/N: I really hope you guys like the last chapter and the two that follow. They are all chapters that I thoroughly enjoyed writing, which I hope you can see lol Anywho, to all of my new readers and followers and favorites, I love you guys! And thank you to you all for continuing to follow me. You guys rock!
Setting: This chapter continues from where the last one left off.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Chapter Eight: Judas
Dean's POV
"Oh Dean, you are so funny!"
"Why thank you, ma'am. It's always my honor to entertain the ladies."
She giggles (actually giggles) while resting her hand on my knee. I internally roll my eyes.
You see, I've learned to read people quite well. This Naomi character (and I do mean character because no one is that damn fake) must take me for a fool if she believes that for one second I am falling for her bullshit. She's here acting like she wants to know who I am and shit. Lying cunt.
I remember catching her gaze earlier. She has nothing but selfish intentions brewing under the surface.
"So, what are your plans after graduation? Do you know what you want to do yet?"
Once again, I roll my eyes (internally, of course). She does not give one little shit about my goals. She's here trying to figure me out. Good luck with that one, Mimi. I'm pretty sure she's pulled up my record but come up with nothing. The one good thing about Dad's lifestyle is that you end up with friends in high places. I'm also certain she's called around and maybe asked a few after-school stragglers if they knew me. Hell, she probably cornered a few of my teammates. All of her searching will be in vain, though. I am dead, buried, and entombed under the fucking radar.
"I don't know. Maybe you could give me a few ideas?"
And…she blushes. Of two things I am very certain: she's here fishing for information…and she wants me. I am not being narcissistic in the least bit on this one! Her legs have been damn near cemented together since we sat at the bar, rubbing together harder and harder the longer we've talked. And her poor bottom lip! The damn thing is liable to fall off at any minute from all of the abuse she's giving it. Hell, I can smell her arousal from here!
Yet another ability I gained from being around my wonderful father. Sad face.
My back stiffens as I think back to earlier. Her gaze…
"So, you've known Castiel for a long time, huh," I state nonchalantly.
"Yes, yes I have. He's quite brilliant, if I may say so myself. You two seem to be well-acquainted."
"Not particularly. You know us charmers. It's so hard being so good looking!" I say, winking for added emphasis. As expected, she blushes, even more so than before.
"Oh, Dean, you are something else," she says softly.
I can see the war going on behind her eyes. Her mind is working overtime, trying to figure out a way to attain the information that she desires, but her body is only desiring to fuck me senseless. She's not the type of woman to talk anything other than shop unless it's to achieve some other goal. With me, though, she has conflicting goals. I almost wanna fuck her so that she won't be a complete failure, at least…
Nah.
"Seriously, though, I've gone to him for help on a few assignments. When someone's got brains, why not use 'em?"
She pats my arm playfully. I'm going to need a bath after this…
"You shouldn't be like that, Mr. Winchester. I have big plans and high hopes for him, and I'd hate to see them shattered because of some waste of time. He must see a lot of potential in you, though. He was…eager to see you. You sure it's just the occasional thing?" Going for the jugular? Bad move, kitten.
"Oh trust me, I know how smart he is. Who doesn't? But alas, I have no interest there. I prefer the fairer kind. However, if he seems eager to see me, it must mean I'm quite appealing, does it not. And eager to see me? Who wouldn't be? I mean, aren't you eager?" I say, my hand grazing her thigh.
It's sad, really, watching her unravel. She really thought she had a chance here. Stupid bitch. I knew why she was here, and I am not one to fall prey to petty games. That's one of the main reasons Dad took me with him on his more difficult trips.
"You have such an inhuman sense about people, Dean. I don't know where the hell it comes from, but it's the most useful weapon in our arsenal. You are a predator most deadly, and I couldn't be any prouder."
I, for one, am not proud in the least bit. Cas is the only person I've ever known to fly under my radar. He's special, which is why I'm so scared to drag him into my shitty ass life. He'd run for his fucking life, and I couldn't blame him. He'd see the monster that I am, even though I try to suppress it. I'm damaged goods, and he would see that. A guy like him deserves to be with someone just like him, solid and profound. I burn bridges, not build them…
"Well, I think it's time I leave. It was so good talking with you, Dean. Please, stop by my office tomorrow, or anytime, if you'd like."
I offer her a smoldering smirk, earning a distant moan from her. Hook, line, and sinker…
"Oh, I will. I don't like to make promises, though. I try not to be such a…heartbreaker, if you will."
The look she gives me says it all. Now, the gaze that she gave Cas earlier was like the one a farmer would give his or her cash cow. He's just a means to an end for her, which I plan on stopping indefinitely. This look, however, is one of a lion eyeing a piece of meat after a long, long bout of hunger. I will not be going to her office alone.
"Later…Dean…" she mutters as she walks out the door and to her car.
I chuckle lowly as I notice how awkward her stride is. What can I say, I know 'em when I see 'em. When I see that she's gone, I close the door and get down to business.
"Meg, get out here. We need to talk."
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Michael's POV
"He needs to focus, brother."
"You need to pull that stick outta your ass, brother."
I glare at him, disgust written clearly on my face. But of course, my beloved brother just smirks and shrugs. I would take great pleasure in peeling it off of his fucking face.
"Gabriel, you can't honestly tell me that you do not agree!" I all but roar.
He just shrugs, staring back at me intently. I want nothing more than to rage at him, verbally tear him limb from limb. I know, however, that no matter how childish and playful he may seem, Gabriel is one force that even I know not to reckon with.
"You know what your problem is, Mikey? You are too damn focused. Cassie is doing all the things that you didn't, but that was your choice. Let him live. Out of all of us, you are the only one who seemed to be all righteous and omnipotent. Guess what? You're not. Hell, even Luke was grounded. Evil as shit, but grounded nonetheless."
I avert my gaze from his, refusing to admit defeat. So what I decided to live a life of principles and boundaries. It has all more than paid off. I have a successful career as a police officer in Manhattan, and just recently purchased a flailing law firm with a business partner and former instructor of mine. If I had wasted my time with 'friends,' I would be just like the rest of my former classmates, living mediocre lives from paycheck to paycheck.
I am not without understanding, however. I do want Castiel to experience the joys of life. What I do not want is for him to become lost within them, wasting his vast potential because he wanted to have 'fun.'
"I just want what's best for Castiel, don't you see that?" I ask honestly. Gabriel snorts.
"Your best for him is the worst for him. Tell me, when's the last time you got laid, and not by your own hand, mind you?"
I can't help the raging blush engulfing my face.
"That is none of your fucking business, Gabriel Novak!" He scoffs.
"You're right about that, although I already know the answer. However, you're wrong where Cassie's concerned." I go to retort, but the fiery gaze he has aimed at me silences anything I even think to say.
I have never seen him this serious, and I am more than a little unnerved.
"You're going to ruin him, Michael, of this I am sure. For you, this serious bullshit works. You're just wired that way. Castiel, though, he's not. You try and change him, and you will absolutely destroy him. He'll become a walking fucking husk of a human being. A husk, Michael! I wouldn't give a rat's ass if it was any other of our wonderful siblings, but he's the only one who has a chance at true happiness."
I can't argue with him there. Castiel missed all of the 'unfavorable' spots of our lives. He missed Mom's death and Dad's subsequent depression. He missed the fights and the lies and everything else that erupted between the rest of us, as well.
"I just can't let him squander his gifts, Gabriel," I offer softly. Gabriel, too, eases up.
"Let him decide what he does with them, though. That's all I'm saying. Let Cassie live."
A knock at the door grabs both of our attentions.
"I'll get it," I say tiredly. This arguing has exhausted me for the day.
I stride over, cautiously opening the door. What greets my sight has me speechless…
"Hi…um…is Casti…um…can you help me with this?!"
"Oh…uh…yeah…yeah! Shit! Sorry!"
I have never in my entire life stuttered, but this one here has me losing it. His warm gaze sends tingles up and down my spine. I reach over and grab as many of the books as I can from him. I can't help the laugh the bubbles up from my chest. It's not every day that you see a tall beauty standing at your doorstep with an armful of literature…
"Thank you so much…um…"
"Michael. Michael Novak. I'm Castiel's oldest brother," I offer, grinning from ear to ear life a freaking idiot. I can't help it, though. He's just too cute.
"Nice! My name's Sam, but you seem like the kind of guy to call me Samuel," he says lightly. My smile broadens a little…a lot. I'll call him Sam, just to humor him.
"And who do we have here, hm?" I glare at Gabriel, the amusement far too evident in his voice.
I choose to ignore my brother, focusing on the male in front of me. I have honestly never been attracted to anyone of either sex, so this is definitely something new to me. There's something about him that intrigues me. He's young, but wise beyond his years for some reason. Some unfortunate trauma is probably the cause. My entire being yearns for him, and I can't seem to stop it.
Honestly, though, I don't want to stop it.
"I'm Sam, a…" he begins, but Gabriel cuts him off. I glare at him.
"Oh! You're one of Cassie's friends! I remember him mumbling your name once. It was all good, though. Promise." Sam smiles at this, causing me to smile as well.
"What's all this commotion down here…Sam!" We all turn around to see Castiel standing at the end of the stairwell with a grin on his face.
"Cas!" Sam beams.
I notice how swiftly Sam moves. Even at his height, which is much taller than my own, he moves with ease. Now, I'm not saying that there is anything soft about him. Far from it, actually. What I am saying, though, is that he is comfortable with both his own body and his surroundings. His steps and movements are all made accordingly, which hints at quite the mind.
I glance down at the books in my arms. My eyes widen as I recognize them as law books.
"You like law, Sam?" He turns to me with a soft smile. I think my heart just melted.
"Yes, actually. I want to…be able to help those who can't help themselves…"
A distant look engulfs his features, his mind traveling far from within the confines of these walls. I don't know exactly what happened or who he wants to help, but it's more than obvious that he or she is very dear to him.
"That's quite the coincidence. Come, let's get these books upstairs and I'll tell you about…" I frown as Castiel glares at me.
"Nevermind. Another time, then. Castiel?" I hand over the books to my youngest sibling, who smiles at me gratiously. I'm guessing it's a bad time?
"Cool. I look forward to it, I think. Later guys!" Sam chirps as he ascends the stairs. I glance over at a smirking Gabriel.
"What?" I bark, knowing exactly where this conversation is about to go.
"Your loins are mighty wet, huh bro?" I roll my eyes.
"Goodnight, brother dearest."
I head out back to the guesthouse, wanting to think this out alone.
Never, and I do mean never, have I desired anyone quite like this. The boy, he is truly a beautiful creature. I can tell that he is very focused, yet aloof enough that he can still enjoy life's pleasures. I am not the type to allow even that small amount, but on him it fits. Castiel could never be like him, which is why I am so hard on him. Castiel's potential does not allow for such deviations as friendship and whatnot. Sam, though, is much different.
I can see him having lots of friends, yet excelling in his coursework. He's been trained to do so, and I am eager to meet his father. He must be a solid man to raise such a solid boy. Castiel will definitely benefit from his companionship, but not anyone else's. Sam is a rarity.
I blush as I finally notice my hardness. Even the most innocent of thoughts of him cause me to desire him…in all ways, it would seem. I haven't had any sort of intimacy since my first time, and that was only due to Lucifer's vile intervention. I wonder what Sam would feel like if we…
I'm abruptly ripped from my thoughts by the incessant vibrating of my phone. I growl at the offending piece of technology.
"Hello," I grumble irritably.
"Michael? Hi, it's Naomi. You have a minute?" I sigh.
Great. Just fucking great.
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Looks like we have a new player in the game! I really didn't expect for that particular triangle to form, but it just sort of happened, and I can see a lot of things coming from it. However, I really, really want to know you guys' opinion on it. Do you love it, hate it, what? Reviews are now more important than ever. The story is drawing ever closer to the final showdown, but there's still so much I have yet to include. Let me know, you guys!