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March 1, 2009 10:45AM
Motel Belmont Room 10
Dean woke slowly with the pain of a stiff back and the dull throb of a headache that the alcohol previously consumed last night paid little help to. Blinking bleary hazel-green orbs he found himself on a couch in an unfamiliar motel room until the events of last night started to pour back in to his consciousness. He had succeeded in finding Donnie St. Lewis the allusive witch that was supposed to be able to help them double up a resurrection spell to save Alex and Von from Hell. Only she couldn't, there was no way to duplicate it and no way to save them.
So why was he here? Dean had made a promise to Donnie, the red headed witch that was more than easy on the eyes, that he would stay because she asked him to. Maybe he was wanting after all for someone to help him as much as he knew he didn't deserve it. She promised to help and maybe they could find a way, yeah right, when were things ever that easy?
Donnie slowly woke up, trying to remember what had happened. The taste of alcohol on her tongue and she rolled it around in her mouth in distaste. Sitting up she groaned from where she found herself on the couch, with a body beneath her. Finding her hand to steady her on something round she looked down at see it on a bulge in pants. Finding Dean connected to it, she quickly removed it and apologized, standing up and wincing at the pain shooting through her skull. They had both had a lot to drink.
"How much did we drink last night?" she asked, squeezing her eyes shut and placing her palm of her hand on her forehead, mouth open in silent regret and pain.
Opening her eyes she dropped her hand to run it along her shirt only to find it gone and she grew panicked. Thankfully she was still wearing pants and a bra but the shirt was nowhere. She probably got too hot in her sleep, which happened on some nights. Finding it underneath Dean's head she slowly slipped it from there and walked away to her duffel to find a new shirt.
"Whiskey...the alcohol that does wonders and leaves you confused in the morning," she commented, finding a shirt and pulling it on.
Dean watched her with veiled lids, thick curly eyelashes shuttering over brilliant hazel-green orbs with the laziness of the just woken. Aside from being stiff he apparently wasn't suffering as highly as Donnie, then again he had been rigorous in building up his tolerance to alcohol over the last couple of weeks.
Propping himself up on his elbows with a grunt he stifled a yawn and blinked his eyes, obviously nothing had happened he vaguely remembered how he started to fall asleep as Donnie leaned into him to do the same. Then through sleep they became more entangled on the couch until they woke up nearly in each other's arms.
Donnie smelled good, almost like a mix between Alex and Von though a bit more Alex and something else. Mentally shaking himself of those thoughts he waited a couple of minutes and sat up though when he did he wished he was still sleeping, hunger suddenly hit him like a brick shit house and his stomach clenched so hungry the growl it wanted to emit became stuck as it was building in his gut. Taking Donnie in a second time he stood and shuffled off to the bathroom to take care of morning business.
With that done he took a long hard look at himself in the mirror hating what he saw as always. He was pale, he had always been a little on the pale side compared to his brother but now he was downright sickly looking. The ill light of the bathroom did him no favors, highlighting the dark circles under his tired world-weary orbs, the eyes of a lost and broken boy inside the shell of a man. Running the taps he gave his stubble, almost bearded face a wash and ran a wet hand through his hair to freshen it up from being flattened on the couch sleep. Dean still had his nightmares, luckily not waking in the dark of night in a cold sweat and shivering from adrenaline and fear no doubt startling Donnie. He wanted her to know as little about his own ordeal as possible, as willing as she was to help him he wanted nothing more than to get the girls back, that would make him happy.
When Dean went into the bathroom, Donnie just about hit the floor from all the flutters in her stomach. She had been that close to him and she held an attraction to him and hell she caught his smell and it was good despite the alcohol. Not to mention she had felt his damn package and yeah it was more, the piss builds up but it was impressive what she felt and- "Damn it, damn it, damn it Donnie. No," she chastised herself in a whisper.
Donnie switched her pants for a new pair before grabbing her brush and going through her hair, returning it and going for shoes and socks. She was hungry and hungover just a bit, but she wasn't puking. She could hold her puke better than most hungover people. What she needed was a greasy breakfast and a coffee. Going to the bathroom door to knock on it, it opened and Dean ran into her. Her hands going to his chest to stop her forward motion and she stared into his eyes.
"Sorry, just came to check if you were done and obviously you are. My turn," she spoke, quickly going around and inside she shut the door and looked into the mirror for a second. "No Donnie. No."
Dean stretched and his spine popped into place and he let out a relieved groan like a large happy cat. Then he turned back to the closed bathroom door and started to wonder why he was here at all, he wanted to think that Donnie could help but really he knew there wasn't any way. So then he started telling himself he was doing this for Alex, she would have wanted him to comfort her friend and by Donnie's reaction she needed the comfort. Maybe in that sense he could justify that they needed each other's company until however long it was going to take to fix the problem.
Finishing up in the bathroom she grabbed her duffel, writing a quick note to put under the door of the guitar player before doing so and heading out with Dean. Why was she doing this? Dean could obviously help himself, but the way he was living to do it she wanted to help and not only him but to help Alex and the other one named Von. Alex was her friend and damn it if she was going to sit back and let a hunter take over to get her friend out of Hell. Donnie climbed into the front passenger seat of the Impala, she hadn't seen one of these for a long time and she sighed.
Work. No play.
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March 6th, 2009
Lanice's Motel, Room 17 : Dyersburg, Nashville
12:35 PM
They had been together for 6 days. 6. Trying to find ways to get the girls out of Hell and all the while Donnie had let Dean drink, but she had made him eat by bringing back a smorgasbord of food and told him to shower because he was becoming slightly stinky. Otherwise she just let him be how he wanted without pester. He had gained just a little bit more weight and the muscle he had back just in the span of 6 days but not much. Just a little. Donnie was helping him and he doubted if he even knew it. Already he was looking healthier.
Donnie on the other hand was having a hard time, because memories of Alex kept hitting her dead on and not to mention the sexual tension in the air was just suffocating. She had been coming into close calls with Dean in the 6 days they had been together and a few of those times was when he was out getting booze and she had to take a shower, not thinking anything of it knowing he wouldn't be back for a long time and might want to be alone, he'd come in right as she was changing and had to quickly cover up. So far she didn't know if he had seen anything but she'd caught him some interesting times as well.
Damn it no Donnie.
She had kept telling herself to not do anything and to just shrug it off. But it was so hard as it kept attacking her mind and body with many things she would love to do or have him do. Donnie was a lecherous son of a bitch. Hell, wanting the man that was or had been with Alex and it was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Not that they hadn't shared a fuck before which they had but this was different. It would like sharing Kayden with Alex since Alex had told her about Kayden and how he died and how hot he was and all that nice stuff.
Fucking A. I hate this, but I want to stay because he knows where to look and I do too but I don't have a car and a lone witch who hasn't hunted before needs to stick with someone who knows. Especially someone who knew Alex and I fucking need the company otherwise I would go insane and I am rambling inside my own head.
The red headed witch stared at the map of the United States on the bed where she sat. Where to look? Donnie's eyes shifted up to Dean where he was in the chair at the small convenience table and she couldn't help but bite her bottom lip in thought before returning her sights to the map.
No.
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Ely, Nevada
Richmond Motel, Room 8
Sam hadn't known what was going on, but he was freaking out. The fox hadn't been in his dream last night and it hadn't been there the night before or when he napped in between. Where was she? He also couldn't stop the shakes and the hunger and the feeling that he had been deprived of something like alcohol or drugs which only meant that the withdrawal symptoms from the demon blood was finally kicking in. Why so late though? Swallowing hard he tried to drink more water. It didn't help and neither did the fact that his hunger had been amplified being a werewolf and the full moon was on Wednesday, in about 5 days.
Something was wrong and he couldn't bring himself to call his brother because then he might be showing that he couldn't handle being on his own. Couldn't handle being what he was and doing the job. He had taken a break from hunting for one night and that was a mistake as he went the next night and shredded that vampire nest apart, rightfully tearing them to shreds and continuing when the whole nest was way past dead. He had even feasted on their blood and bodies until he got to the bone on some of them which in turn he tried to make himself throw up when he was finished but it wouldn't work.
What is wrong with me?
Entering his motel room and locking the door he turned around and headed to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on and splashing some water in his face he looked up to find a man standing there, leaning against the doorjamb casually. Sam swiveled and growled. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Lucifer gave a small smile and observed his supposed vessel. He knew that Dean didn't know that he was the Michael sword, that Dean was the one that Michael would have to ride and neither did Sam know about him being Lucifer's vessel. It was all rather interesting. They separated and Castiel didn't think to step in and put up any barriers. Any, precautions or even inform them or what they were. "Sam Winchester, nice to finally meet. I think you know who I am."
Sam thought, long and hard before it clicked. He was face to face with..."Lucifer. Why...Why are you here?"
"Well to congratulate you of course and to thank you. I mean you did set me free in the end. I am here to talk. No harm no foul, just talk."
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Coffee. With rum. And curly chili cheese fries compliments of Donnie, the perfect brain food. Sucking some of the sauce off his thumb he flicked a page of a book he was skimming through before looking up at the red head. He thought he caught her eyeing him from where she sat with the map but never found out for sure. Like they were doing some dance he would look at her when she wasn't looking and she would look at him when he went back to the book.
She was pretty and Dean would be lying if he said he didn't have some attraction to her, all those freak glimpses with being in the right place at the wrong time weren't helping him pretend the opposite either. Donnie St. Lewis, she might as well have been Alex and Von's love child all grown up and ready to play with Dean who couldn't stop thinking about either of them. The dreams would still come and it had been a long time since he had the one about Alex and Von but last night he did before it turned violent and bloody. They had both whispered sweet nothings in his ears about themselves and about Donnie but he wasn't so stupid as to not know it wasn't his own subconscious that wanted the familiar comfort of sex with a beautiful woman.
It hadn't even been a month and he was already thinking about banging another chick, one of Alex's friends no less and again there was the whole love child of the dead women thing. Scratching at his chin he combed his calloused fingers through his spiked hair and massaged the back of his neck finding too many knots to count.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into now?
He let out a near silent sigh and scrunched his eyes closed only to see him slicing into Alex and Von with a shit-eating grin on his blood splattered face. Eyes snapping open he forced himself to calm while he glanced around as if the room he were in wasn't real and any second Alistair would come strolling in with his favorite knife. Clearing his throat he ticked his head to Donnie. "Got anything?" he asked needing the distraction of open conversation and working on a job. The images wouldn't clear for a while yet but at least he had the ball rolling.
Coming out of it she brought her eyes up and then flicked then back down, standing up she wondered how long she had been sitting in that position as her legs hurt like a fucker. Donnie shook her head. "No. I'm not getting any reading off of anything. It's too quiet out there. Like...we've been placed in a bubble. As for what I am looking for on Alex and Von, nothing. Again. Something is trying to prevent us from getting any information or something."
She exhaled going to her duffel and lifting it up, searching and searching. What was she searching for? Damn she needed a light. Snapping her fingers the flashlight zipped out of the duffel and into her hand immediately, flicking it on she continued her search. Finding what she wanted, the flask of whiskey she replaced the flashlight and undid the cap. Taking a good amount and waving her hand over the map, upturning her hand so the palm was faced up the map stretched out in the air so they could both see.
Donnie had used her abilities, rather in tune with them from many years of being a witch, her mother was a witch and it was passed down. She along with Von, Luka and one other witch were natural born witches, blood witches. Donnie heard many things down the grapevine. Muttering something, plot points highlighted where any activity would be and there were none at first, which is what she had gathered and then one blinked onto the map just where they were and she blinked really fast to smother it out. Something was also tampering with anyone wishing to locate anything so then they would locate themselves.
Closing her hand, the map folded up and settled on the night stand. She wasn't sure how Dean took it when she used her abilities but she didn't like to use them often. Though, at times it is easier and a little calming. What didn't help was that it did absolutely nothing for the damn wet panties or butterflies. Donnie wasn't an idiot, they were playing eye tag and she wasn't sure who had started it. Licking her lips she recapped the flask and put it in her duffel, setting it back on the ground. Sitting down on the bed once more she faced Dean.
"And you? Anything?" she asked, her eyes landing on his and she was curious to what he had been looking at while she was doing all that. She knew it hadn't been the map as the eyes felt like they were roaming her body. Shaking it off she noticed she had been staring at his lips and then looked away.
Anything at all? No. Donnie. No. Don't go there. Professional. Work. Wrong. Oh so damn fucking wrong but-no.
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March 7, 2009
Lanice's Motel, Room 17 Dyersburg, Nashville
1:16AM
Dean had fallen asleep on the couch alone this time, drifting in and out of consciousness before a nightmare took root and dragged him under. Blood, guts and screams surrounded him and dogged his steps as he descended down a flight of crooked steps to a narrow corridor that scraped his shoulders as he passed through it. Some Hellhound bitch's runt followed him down; the half starved thing took a shining to Dean shortly after he took his first slice into that woman. Most demons didn't get their own puppy to play with until they were good and stained with the blood of thousands upon thousands of souls and even then many never bothered with the mutts at all.
Dean usually tried to ignore the mutt until he grew accustomed to it's company, even throwing it some of the meat he sliced off from the soul of his latest session. He didn't know whether the hound made it when the angels arrived to pull him out of Hell but this was a dream not real life. So the hound was at his side, the runt for the bastard pupil of one of the greatest demons in Hell and it jumped along with Dean when a pale bloodied arm curled around his leg and grabbed his dick. He could feel it's laughter ripple up his spine in spite that there was no laughter to be heard and for that time his heart filled up with light before clenching with fear.
Shivering he pulled away and the hand let him, the red headed female creature crawled elegantly towards him on all fours as he backed into a wall the rough surface wasting little time in cutting into his back. Dean didn't want to be anywhere near her, when she pressed herself to him his breathing hitched and he never winced when she gently ran her hand over his back to collect his blood on her palm. Rubbing the thick rich liquid on her pale stomach her silvery blue orbs fluttered in ecstasy. Dean's head tilted back his thick eyelashes flickering over his glazed hazel-green orbs, a roll of heat washed up his stomach and made his abs tighten.
Sweat glistened off his toned heat blasted skin and he held onto her over the rocks that would only cut at his hands. He swallowed down a moan; not wanting to alert anyone else what was going on when his heart sped up with fear at the clicking growls that entered his head. Astarte would have eagerly swallowed Dean's moan had a thick band of leather not been sewn over her mouth to prevent her from causing havoc in the Pit. She calmed Dean's mood by resting a hand on his chest allowing him to catch his breath as he gazed at her with unblinking fever bright eyes.
Pulled away from the light grip he had on her Astarte swung around to face Alex, the angry brunette's eyes swirled ink black with startling blue. Without warning she lunged at the red head and stabbed her several times over leaving her to drop in a dead bloody heap in the thick ash at their feet. Dean was so horror stricken he had not moved to intervene but when he stumbled over to Astarte's gutted body that was when he felt Alex's dagger in his own stomach. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it out, a fierce fistfight ensued until they had both nearly torn each other apart.
This was not a memory this was his subconscious fucking with his already fucked up mind, throwing Alex into the mess. Desperate to end it Dean grabbed Alex's head, one hand grabbing under her chin and both twisting forcefully up and to the side. Letting Alex's body fall away to the ash to join Astarte's he startled when tiny blue flowers tickled at his foot, then he flinched in anger when he heard a familiar chuckle flow out towards him. "Leon," he growled venomously and straightened his back to face the smug bastard.
Leon chuckled as he found Dean. A marvelous dream to be having and he stared down at the two dead bodies of the women that Dean so longed to get out of Hell. "Funny, looks like you aren't the only brother who has in a way fucked the others lover. Long time no see. How's it going Dean?" he asked, skipping around the bodies and in front of the hunter a ways away. "I hear you've gone searching for a witch to help you with the deed and I hear you found her. Donnie St. Lewis. I hear everything and I know everything. Interesting how she looks a lot like Von but different. Holds both of the women inside her and you noticed it didn't you? Now, now, she wasn't created from their genes to torture you. Merrily a real person that has the...best of both worlds inside."
He vanished in a puff of black smoke and laughter when Dean lunged at him, appearing behind him he snatched Dean's hair with his fingers, tilting his head back and pressing him over the edge a little to hang.
"I don't blame you silly Dean for wanting to fuck her. She wants to fuck you too and yet you both know how wrong that would. But Alex is dead and changing. I mean, she fucked your brother, time to move on from that as well as her. If she ever comes back things won't be the same and what is wrong with finding a little distraction in a red headed witch. You would have fucked Von if you had the chance, well...Donnie is like a gift. Think of that, you both were meant to meet for a reason. Why not take advantage of that sexual tension running through and it'd be like Alex and Von never left. Why do you think that you two aren't finding jack shit? Lucifer doesn't want you to know what he's doing, where he is and what is going in the world that doesn't pertain to him. Not to mention plenty of demons such as me, don't want you finding a way to get the girls out of Hell. They are where they belong."
A jerk back into him and Leon slid his hand down to Dean's package that Astarte had been gripping earlier.
"Alex isn't yours anymore Dean. Maybe forgetting about her, take care of yourself and that witch that you have sitting on that bed in that motel room of yours just eager for you to do something. Neither of you will though. Because of Alex. Alex, Alex, Alex. She just gets in the way of everything you do. Stop ignoring it Dean, move on and stop looking." A beat as he brought his lips to Dean's ear to whisper. "It's too late."
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Donnie was sitting on the motel bed watching the television as she drank a beer and glanced over at Dean when he made a few sounds here and there in his sleep. Some dream. She knew that he must have demons in his mind playing hell with his thinking and emotions. No wonder he had let himself go and fall into such a deep pit. No wonder he also wanted the girls back because it was hopeful that maybe the dreams would stop. The nightmares. Donnie stood and went to the television to find a new show to watch.
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Dean jerked in his sleep unaware of what Donnie was doing around him. If Leon's hand in his junk wasn't enough he felt something velvety and strong curling around his leg. Dropping his gaze down in alarm an elegant green vine had grown around his leg blossoming petite blue flowers that shimmered with dew. The ground moved where the unusual plant sprouted until the disruption caused the ground to split slightly but otherwise caused no disturbance.
Prying Leon's hand off of him he wanted to get away from the demon despite his want to kill him, he also wanted to be rid of the plant that had latched onto his leg. He could feel Astarte's presence as readily as a leaf could the coming rain and it trickled up his spine like a pure shot of fear. Apprehension split into panic with the ground a burst of fresh green foliage coming through the thick ash. Tree roots erupted and clamoured for purchase ripping and clumping the charred soil and spilling forth rich brown earth onto the dead ground.
Dean's legs were taken out from under him as a fissure opened beneath him and he screamed when the plant around his leg pulled him down his hands scrambling to gain some kind of grip. Frantic eyes searched to find Leon still standing but he couldn't read the demon's face from the dust that had been picked up from the tumult of nature taking over the desolated landscape of Hell. What was happening, this wasn't supposed to happen, the world shuddered like it was going to throw up something terrible from it's belly but then it subsided and Dean found himself lying on his back in fresh warm grass. Staring up at Leon in bewilderment he was surprised the demon survived the violent transition, whatever this was this wasn't Hell.
Leon inhaled and his mouth quirked slightly. "Beautiful, a magnificent work of art. Sadly I like Hell better but nature's garden just as fine. You really should wake up Dean and I mean literally as well as metaphorically. Wake up from the delusion you have that bringing the girls back will make things better. It won't. It'll just open up a greater wound. Swallow you up like nature just did to Hell. Sadly, I have spent too long here though it might not seem that way. Alex seeks my attention and I believe you seek Donnie's," he finished as he disappeared.
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The sounds that came from Dean had her concerned as they got more scared in the process and she had abandoned her beer and television to go to him. Sitting on the bed slightly she placed her hands on his shoulders to gently wake him up. "Dean...wake up. You're having a nightmare. Please, wake up."
Hazel-green orbs snapped open to capture gray-green eyes staring worriedly. "I'm awake, I'm awake." He reached out to take her arm without thinking then stopped and rested his hand next to his hip. Looking away he studied the room gathering his thoughts. "You find anything?" Dean couldn't talk about what he had dreamed about, it made him angry and scared and confused and he wished he knew someone that knew what the hell was going on so he could talk to them about it or at least have it explained to him. But no one had a goddamn clue.
"Is that really the only thing you think about saying to me whenever you do speak?" Donnie asked, standing up and walking to the television, shutting it off and resting her hand on it while her back was turned on the hunter. She was a little hurt that really that was all he did say to her lately. "No. I didn't find anything, it's been the same nothing it has been for a day."
I am trying my hardest and I don't know what is going on, everything should be working, we should have a lead already and we don't!
"Sorry..." Donnie apologized, going to her bed and picking up her beer, sitting down on it she knew that she was sexually frustrated but she wouldn't mind it if Dean actually talked to her or something. "You seem to be suffering from a rough nightmare not to mention confused. What was it about?"
"Nothing."
Dean pushed himself into a sitting position, he wasn't going to talk about this with Donnie, and she wouldn't get it. He wasn't even sure he did, Astarte's presence and the shift were new and confusing arising the temptation to call Sam, but Sam didn't know Astarte like Dean did. Sam had never had any encounter with the Goddess if he knew any better he would count his fucking lucky stars he'd been spared her attentions. Again he thought whether it was really the best to bring either of them back, what if Astarte already found Von...Checking the clock the red lights glowed 1:30AM, a wonderful time to get a drink and hit the books. Not that they would reveal anything new to him after a week of searching, they were going to need more books.
Donnie nodded, she wasn't going to push even though she wanted to know. It was Dean, he wanted to be closed off he could. If she didn't know any better she could pick up an energy around him, flowing out to her like it was coaxing her to come to the hunter and...
What is that? That's not Dean. Is it?
Inhaling shakily at the energy surrounding him, somehow it had ventured through his dream, was it him or did something pop up there and snake through? It felt demonic but then there was something else there that held the smell of flowers and she licked her lips knowing that the nectar was just as a sweet as it smelled. Standing up she blinked and shook herself out of it. "I'm going to...um...take a bath," she excused herself rather quickly, heading into the bathroom, forgetting a change of clothes in the process and shutting the door. Hell she forgot to lock it, didn't think it would mean anything and Dean knew she was in there.
Discarding her clothes she stared at herself in the mirror. It was almost as if the energy clung to her and caressed her whispering fantastic things to her. Closing her eyes she sighed and reopened them to find amethyst replacing her green-gray orbs, blinking fast it went away and she wondered what that was about. Donnie didn't want to delve and so she turned the water on in the tub and entered, sliding down she turned her eyes towards the mirror and then the door. Licking her lips she then went under the water to wet her hair and not have to listen to any sound for as long as she could hold her breath.