The goddess who had stood before them vanished before their eyes, her garden vanishing right along with her. The four were left standing the dank basement they had started in, as if they had never trekked down that long foreboding hallway that led to the most beautiful place they had ever seen in their lives.
They glanced at each other but said nothing, walking heavily up the stairs like the worst news in the world had been told to them.
They should be happy, they think as they walk out into the dimly lit parking lot. They got the answer to their questions, but the solutions just seemed so much more difficult than they had anticipated.
Thea had stepped away from the Winchester brothers so that she was on the end at the left hand of Castiel. She touched his arm, ready for him to take them back to that old motel room. Not a word was said as the brothers grabbed ahold of their friend and it was still quiet when they found themselves in the old room that held such foul memories for all of them.
Why haven't we left this place yet? Thea asked herself. It felt cramped with the four of them in it. She figured it would feel that way even if it was just her.
"Guys, can we move onto a different town?" she said quietly. "I don't really want to be here anymore."
Dean and Sam just nodded and gathered their things quickly, Thea following their actions. Castiel had vanished, but something told Thea that if she needed him, he would be back.
The car ride was awkward, even with Dean's music playing. It seemed like his sad day playlist, and Thea soon found herself switching out the tapes and instead just turning on the radio.
They drove for hours into the night. Time had slowed while they were in the presence of Cassia and they found that only thirty minutes had passed when it had felt like hours. They arrived in the small town of Versailles, Indiana around midnight, pulling into the town's small motel parking lot. Thea stepped out of the car and stretched her legs, watching Dean go inside the house to pick up keys.
She didn't notice the car door close until she felt Sam's body heat on her shoulder. Cassia's final warning went through her head. Stay away from Sam Winchester.
"How're you feeling?" he asked her softly. She was trying to understand why Cassia would say that. Sure she didn't really like it when he was around her too much, but she never got the feeling of malevolence when he was around.
"Tired," she sighed. "Shaken. Confused. Pissed off."
"Yeah, that's usually how these types of exchanges go." She could feel his eyes on her and she suddenly wished that Dean was around.
He shifted so that he was turned toward her and she kept looking away from him, nervous about how he was looking at her. "You know, Thea, if you ever need anything from me-"
"Can we not do this, Sam?" Thea stepped away from him, putting much needed space between them.
"Thea," he huffed, "I'm just trying-"
"I know, Sam, you're sorry, you're there if I need you, blah blah blah. I just am so tired of hearing that right now, so I really just need you to stop saying it, okay?"
She snuck a peak at him through the corner of her eye and saw that he was livid. She heard him taking in breaths to reply, but nothing was coming out. His nostrils were flared and in the dark of the night, his eyes looked black.
Thankfully, before he found his voice, Dean walked out of the office, two keys in his hands. Sam didn't even wait for his brother to give him his key. He just walked up, snatched one out of his hands, went into the room it unlocked and slammed the door.
Dean looked from the door back to Thea. "What-"
"Nothing," she said tartly. "Let's just go."
He looked like he wanted to say something but he let it go as he tossed her the key to the room and went to the trunk of his car. As he opened it up, his thoughts strayed to what the goddess had told them. He hadn't been able to think past it.
He knew that his desire for Thea had risen tremendously. It was like every hour he thought about it more and more and it was getting to the point where he was craving her and using every ounce of will power he had not to touch her. He wanted to make her writhe in pleasure and beg him to love her. He swore to himself though that he wouldn't do that without her permission.
However, he kept thinking about how when Aphrodite found out their plan, she'd be on them like white on rice and separate them, using them against each other. The ache he felt was starting in his chest even now when he was only twenty feet away from her. He knew that the woman wasn't lying to them when she said that they would die next time. They may not get the opportunity to call for Cas again.
He grabbed his bag and Thea's, closing the trunk door and heading into their room. He had considered having the three of them share a room, but after recalling the conversation he had shared with his brother earlier in the afternoon, he had decided it was best for all of them if they slept separately. He had put Sam in room five while him and Thea were in ten. He opened the door and walked in, looking around at the small room. It had two full sized beds, a small TV on the two dressers pushed together and down the short hall was a table with the bathroom door across from it.
The toilet flushed and Thea walked out moments later, her hair thrown up into a messy pony tail.
"I'm not kidding you when I say that my knees damn near touched the shower stall sitting on the toilet," she told him, opening her bag to pull out some night clothes.
"Welcome to life one the road," he replied with a chuckle. "Sometimes you get a decent room, but they're generally pretty similar to this one."
She grunted but said nothing. He knew she wanted to get dressed so he went to the bathroom himself and took care of everything that needed taking care of before coming back out.
His breath left his lungs when he saw her. She wasn't in anything that's meant to be sexy. Her slightly large and ratted Jack Daniel's t-shirt hung off of her loosely and she was wearing what appeared to be a pair of boxers. Even in such simple clothes like that, she took his breath away.
When Thea heard him come out of the bathroom, she didn't say anything, didn't even look away from the TV. But, when she realized that Dean hadn't moved, she looked at him, blushing immediately when she saw that he had disrobed himself down to just his jeans.
She looked back to the screen quickly, trying to pretend that she hadn't seen the tent in his jeans between his legs, that she hadn't seen the look of raw desire on his face as he looked at her.
Feeling the bed sink beside her, she tensed.
"Thea," he said quietly. "I know this isn't what you wanted. I know that you probably dreamed of a guy that you met who took you out on dates, got to know you, fell in love with you and then it all goes from there, and I'm sorry that I'm not what you want."
She shook her head, keeping her eyes away from him. "You have no idea what I wanted, Dean."
"So tell me."
She sighed. "Obviously it wasn't so simple." She thought for a moment. "Honestly, I just wanted to be left alone. I didn't care so much about physical aspects of relationships, but I thought about it sometimes. I just wanted to be able to go out in public and not worry about anything."
His large hand enveloped hers, making her breath hitch. "When this is all over, Thea, and I promise you it will be, you'll be able to do that."
"Dean," she whispered, "I don't know-"
"Shhh," His other hand came up to caress her cheek and turn her face up to his. She wanted to look away from the intensity in his eyes, but his hand held her gently in place. "I promise you, Thea, that everything will turn out alright."
"How can you make a promise like that?" Tears were falling now.
He didn't answer her. Instead, he brought his lips down to hers, gently at first, but when she didn't fight him, he let his passion take hold.
As Dean kissed her, Thea tried to think rationally. This isn't him thinking, she chanted to herself, it's the curse…
But what if it wasn't? She found that he was stirring something in her that she had never felt. As she found herself returning his kiss with as much passion as he was giving to her.
His tongue slid over her bottom lip and she opened herself to him. Their tongues danced together as Dean caressed her hair, her cheeks, her neck, memorizing every part of her with his fingertips. He found himself wanting to know every part of her body, every contour, every mole and freckle, every dimple.
He shifted her into his arms and pulled her forward onto his lap, making her straddle him. He felt her tense slightly, but he relaxed her with his lips, his hands. His hands slid down her sides to the edge of her shirt. He so badly wanted to feel her against him, skin to skin, but he was trying so hard to make her feel comfortable.
Thea jumped at the first feeling of his fingers on her bare sides. She hadn't even realized that his hands had reached under her shirt. She had been too focused on his mouth in the crook of her neck, biting and teasing her. Her hands clenched in his hair, nervous about his hands where they were but she made no moves to stop him.
A shiver went through her body as his hands slowly ascended to her breasts. He touched them lightly but left them quickly to pull her shirt over her head. This movement broke their contact and they looked into each other's eyes.
Thea felt the nervousness run through her body. She knew that if she kissed him again, it would seal her fate. She was shaking, thinking about the pain she might feel, the embarrassment, but the words that the goddess had said to her flashed through her mind.
It's nothing like the violation that you experienced that first time.
As that sentence ran through her thoughts, her eyes stayed with Dean's as she lowered her head back to his, taking his lips with hers.
As Dean kissed her and ran his hands up her back, he knew that he was in trouble. He felt so much for this girl he had met only days ago. He could even say that he loved her. Could he, though? It had only been days and he hadn't fallen for someone that quickly since Cassie. Even Lisa had taken longer than three days.
He dashed the thoughts of his past loves from his head. This was his present, right in front of him, open and trusting a man for the first time in her life. He marveled at her beauty, her strength and determination in all that she had faced, and brought his head to her chest.
In the first second, Thea wanted to pull away from Dean's hot, demanding mouth on her breast, but his arms held her tightly in place. Soon, she felt only pleasure and all negative thoughts slowly but surely left her brain.
Perhaps Cassia was right, she thought as Dean laid her down. Maybe we really are soul mates. Maybe I really do love him.
He kissed his way down her stomach and pulled off her shorts as he slid down. She jumped at the cool air that his her most sensitive area and a thrilling shiver went up her body, giving her goose bumps. Dean settled himself there, between her legs, and slipped his arms around her thighs and dipped his head into her.
She jerked at the first stroke of his tongue, a strangled gasp ripping its way from her throat. He held her gently but firmly and lapped at her until she saw stars. She bucked her hips to him, not knowing or understanding what she was feeling but what she did know was that it was incredible.
Dean loved the taste of her. Spice and honey, as cliché as he thought it was. It was like one of Chuck's badly written love scenes, but Dean figured that love was sort of stupid any way. As he leaned over her and positioned himself between her legs, probing at her heat, he thought about how maybe he was stupid after all. But with this beautiful woman, her cerulean eyes glazed with passion but alert with nervousness, he decided that he would be an idiot for the rest of his life if he could spend it with her.
He began to push into her, gasping at how tight she was. Never before had any woman he been with been so tight. He had to stop just to gain control.
Thea was stiffening up, scared about how this would all feel. It stung as he filled her, her body still slightly sore from the damage inflicted on it only days ago. She winced as she thought of it but quickly banished the thought from her mind. That wasn't Dean who raped her. This, right here and now, was her Dean.
He paused, cupping her face in his hands. He leaned his forehead against hers. "Are you alright?" he asked huskily, trembling with the amount of effort it was taking not to start his rhythm.
She kissed him thoroughly and brought her hips to his, pulling him deeper inside of her. They both gasped in delight, and without wasting another moment, Dean began his slow thrusts into her.
It was uncomfortable for her at first, but his hands and his mouth took it all away. He kissed all over her face, over her eyelids, her nose, her lips. He traced a line down to the column of her throat, kissing and sucking his way down to her breasts, using his hands and mouth to memorize her body.
She felt incredible. Never in his life, through all the women that he had been with, had any of them been so amazing. She was so new to the whole experience and yet she met him thrust for thrust, even has he went harder and faster. She moaned his name and scratched at his back, begging for the same release she had felt at the beginning. Dean was quickly finding out that he had a very hard time denying her anything, so he brought her to her peak again, joining her with his own for those few seconds of pure bliss.
Stars flashed and sounds got louder and for a moment, Thea could swear that colors were brighter. Dean had tensed above her and then collapsed, wrapping his arms all the way around her and squeezing her tight. Little aftershocks overtook them as they lay there panting, their heartbeats calming down.
Dean left her reluctantly and rolled over, dragging her into the crook of his body. He was delighted to discover that her body nestled into his perfectly.
Thea was astounded. She ran her fingers lightly over the contours of his chest and his shoulders, his arms and his face. She couldn't believe that this had happened for her. She had assumed that she would never have the opportunity to have sex and enjoy it. She had figured she'd die a virgin and if she wasn't so lucky, it would never be enjoyable.
She thought about how she had cursed him in the beginning, swore that she would hate him after what happened, but as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she finally admitted to herself what she found on the first day.
Who am I kidding? she thought to herself as the world darkened. I've loved him since from the very first moment that I laid my eyes on him.
She cuddled into him and sank into a peaceful slumber.
His body shook with uncontrollable fury and unsatisfied lust as he walked into the door with the woman he met at the bar. He took her furiously, savagely, forcing all of his anger into that woman, thrusting so hard it was almost painful for her. He bit and scratched, tore clothes and pulled the hair this woman, this poor woman who had no idea what she was getting into when she smiled at him seductively at the bar. She couldn't decide if she liked being fucked so hard, but when her orgasm came, she realized she had enjoyed it more than she thought. He didn't care though. All he could think about was how they were together, right now, doing everything that he wished he could do. He never got his answers, but when did he? He flung the woman away from him when he was done, still not sated. She didn't care, just curled up and fell asleep beside him. He laid there, still hard, his body craving what it couldn't have. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but what he did know was that if something didn't happen soon, it was going to get extremely ugly extremely fast.
