Dean watched with expectant eyes and stood over the bitch, watching it pin the poor girl. He pulled his gun and heard the scuffle behind him. He didn't know if the others were approaching or not, or even if they had survived the attack. He didn't have the luxury of such worries.
It was his job to kill the Stryga, save the girls, nothing else. The others would take care of the rest, he trusted them to. He had no choice.
He watched its face change and heard the girl's terrified scream then he shot the bitch dead and decapitated her with his machete. They handled the little girl, getting her away from the sight. He knew they would win. Humans were easy to stop, the Supernatural? Not so much.
He went around the corner and shifted back to himself, feeling the memories fade now of the other and his own returning. He felt the perverted and dirty feeling leave him and he felt more like himself again. He took the clothes Dan handed him and dressed quickly. "I hate shifting into perverts. Feel like I need a silkwood shower every damn time."
"I couldn't do what you do, Dean. Becoming a good person probably not so bad but becoming perverts? I'd rather die first." Dan shook his head as Dean shook his head, clearing the last of the thoughts out finally.
"I don't do that much. Never feels right to download or shift into someone else. Comes in handy but still feels like I'm violating them." Dean admitted, "Mostly only do it when I have to, usually as a henchman or something to get close to the monsters so I can kill them. Glad I absorb it though, not shed. Been hunting one like that before, it's gross!"
"But you're better than them though, faster or something?" Dan asked as they walked into the room now. Curious, watching him shift back to himself had been different. He had never seen a shifter do it that way before, absorbing into themselves, no mess left behind. It was nice not see the goo .
"Yeah, we're faster, stronger, and better. Just good and Hunters instead." Dean explained and Dan shrugged, not bothered in the least by it. In awe of it really.
"Cool, nothing against you really, but so cool!" Dan admitted, motioning to the ground, "No goo, that's good. Hate the goo crap, always step in it." Dan hated that part most, it got into your shoes and never got it out. Every time he had stepped in it, he had to get rid of the shoes and buy new ones, every damn time.
"Me, too. Always step in it. Crap gets in every nook, new shoes aren't cheap, trust me." Dean agreed and approached the others, not seeing the little girls anymore.
"Out in the car, Cheryl's taking them home." Lee explained and they salted the body, pouring oil around the place to get rid of any evidence of what they had done.
"And the others?" Dean wanted to know, probably dead he guessed.
"Dead, all of them, including pervert outside. Gonna burn them up with this thing." Dan said and sighed, "Gonna be a cold case but it had to be this way. A monster did this, all five of them, even the human ones. You don't arrest monsters, you kill them." he smiled softly anyway. "Probably catch flack for not solving this case but when the bodies stop dropping, they'll forget it soon enough. Cheryl will fix that part, not too much flack, just enough to make it look good."
They left and watched the place burn, the Hellhounds romping in the flames like happy puppies again. The Hunters said nothing but watched the fire destroy all trace of their presence there and smiled.
No more broken dolls, no more broken candies on the ground, no more torn souls to writhe under the monster sucking their lives away. No more sick freaks killing or raping little girls. No more crying parents or empty places a child can only fill but never can again.
No more broken little girls.
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That night Dean's mind found Sam's waiting for him and smiled. They kissed and made love on the bed there.
No more broken doll parts, so like little girls' part. No more candy pieces on the bedspread or the covers.
Just Sam holding him, kissing him. Just Dean holding Sam and kissing him back.
"Love you, Sammy." Dean said smiling, not crying anymore but happy again.
"Love you, Dean." Sam said smiling as well, no having to hold Dean as he cried for losing another innocent.
"Be home soon, baby. Wait for me, okay?" Dean said happily and Sam pulled him closer, both close to sleep now. "Goodnight, Sam."
"Goodnight, Dean." Sam said and then they both slept, bodies touching and spooning into each other with smiles on their lips.
That night Bobby Astral projected to Ellen for the first time successfully like Dean had and looked at his surprised wife proudly. "I did it! I love you, Ellen. I'll be home soon. We'll leave in the morning."
"Love you, too, Bobby. Be safe, okay?" Ellen hugged him now and he felt so real, so flesh and blood! Soon though he began to fade and became nothing in her arms. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too." Whispered in the air and she went to bed smiling, glad to know her family would be home soon.
Sam smiled just as happily, able to relate to her joy.
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They pulled into the yard and parked. Immediately they were hugged and kissed by their mates who they held close and smiled happily, loving the feel of the real person of their arms again.
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Dean finally got to take Sam shopping. He of course had to be brotherly but they still managed some unbrotherly moments, in private areas and alcoves, kissing and smiling together. Dean let him spend hours looking at the displays and the lights while also shopping, holding hands sometimes, being less discreet than usual and not caring right now.
Bobby and Elllen went with them, doing the same thing.
Later they got the house ready for Christmas, wrapped gifts and put them under the tree. They played Christmas music and sang carols while decorating their tree. Dinner was prepped for the next day and then they headed to bed.
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"Come here, woman, I missed you." Bobby said pulling Ellen to the bed, her red negligee showing her body off to the best advantage. Candles dotted the room and rose petals led to the bed and were sprinkled on the bedspread. "Been too long without you."
"Know the feeling, Bobby." Ellen said slipping beside him in the bed, his hands on her body and his lips on hers, urgent and needy, desperate to rejoin with her again. "Love you!"
They fell together gently touching, kisses on the skin, bodies brushing. They made love and smiled afterward, no longer missing the other anymore. They felt complete again, always missing the other piece when apart. You see, Bobby and Ellen were soul-mates, too. A secret not even they knew and no one else ever would.
Their souls connected again as they cuddled in sleep, and rejoiced at being together again. Whole once more.
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"Sammy, don't stop!" Dean moaned as Sam thrust into him again and again, spiraling with the pleasure and love it burned into him, every kiss and touch igniting his need for more of Sam. "Need you, love you." He moaned softly and kissed Sam's lips, sucking on their soft ridges, exploring the tongue within it with his own. "So close…baby…so close!" He felt close and Sam made love to him harder and deeper now, unable to stop himself, pulling each over that cliff and cumming together, crying out each other's names as they came.
Afterward they rested and then Dean made love to his mate, Sam. Taking his time showing his appreciation for Sam every way he could, bringing them both pleasure and filling them with a feeling of being connected again, they had both missed that feeling. They always felt like they were one person composed of two, and when they were apart, they were broken apart and the pieces reached out for each other until they found each other again.
"You rested up, Sammy? Feeling better?" Dean asked brushing a finger through Sam's hair, loving the feel of it on his fingertips.
"Yes, I feel much better." Sam said cuddling into his lover again. "I'm up to hunting again, if that's what you're asking." He knew that's just what Dean was asking, worrying about him again. It was Dean's favorite thing, worrying about Sam. Right up there with kissing Sam, making love to Sam, hearing Sam's voice, and touching Sam, just touching him, his face or hand would do. Worrying about Sam was all wrapped up into that or maybe because of it, neither was really sure.
Dean in Sam's mind was entwined the same way. So wrapped up into each other they didn't know where the other ended and the other began, not caring to know either. They were where they belonged. With each other.
It was all they had ever needed to be.
"Merry Christmas, Sammy." Dean said softly and kissed Sam's lips softly, smiling.
"Merry Christmas, Dean." Sammy said softly and kissed Dean back, smiling happily finally.
He had Dean back in his arms.
It's all he had wanted for Christmas.
Who says you never get what you wanted for Christmas?
Certainly not these Hunters.
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