This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope you all enjoy it. We don't own any of the Supernatural character's and i would like to give a special thanks to Grimreaper PT and DirtyKirsty for allowing me to quote their story WTF is Wincest? Oh, and this chapter is entitled so because of the lyrics from the song Angel is the Centerfold; seriously check out the lyrics and compare it to parts of the chapter, or just play it in the background, it only makes it funnier. The poem is an original by yours truly. Check out works by Katurtle, Grimreaper PT, and DirtyKirsty! R&R please!
Angel is the Centerfold
Jensen climbed the Impala with a ferocious grin as he sang to Eye of the Tiger. Dean and Sam watched the hotel room television with an air of amusement until they felt the pressure on the bed shift. They turned and watched Katie and Autumn climb on to the bed, fist pumping in time with Jensen. The boys heads flashed from the screen to the girls who were almost perfectly in sync with the actor from Supernatural.
As Jensen jumped off the Impala, Autumn launched herself at Katie and both went tumbling to the floor, giggling.
"Guy's not half bad!" Dean declared, laughing, "But I didn't scream like that when the cat jumped out."
"Yes you did!" Sam snorted, Dean threw a blind jab, but otherwise ignored the statement and the girls laughter.
Autumn crawled up Dean's back, "You better watch out," she mumbled in his ear, "They're pretty hot; we might leave you for them!" She laughed and rolled of the bed to get a beer.
Dan pouted, "They're just good looking 'cause they're supposed to look like us." Autumn came back and handed him a beer. She switched the Supernatural DVD from the player and replaced it with My Bloody Valentine.
"The movie sucks, but I watch it 'cause Jensen's in it." She glanced at Dean who still pouted as he climbed to the headboard of the bed and got comfy to watch the crappy movie. Autumn pushed Sam off the end of the bed and climbed up next to the Jensen look-a-like.
After being unceremoniously pushed out of his spot, Sam joined Katie at the table and began to review the case. However, his curiosity got the better of him. "So, you're a fan of Jared's?" He asked flipping through the missing girls' bios. Katie was caught off guard and snorted out a giggle.
"I suppose; Autumn likes the show 'cause there's hot guys and kick ass cars..."
"There are other reasons!" Autumn shouted from across the room.
Katie continued on, "But I like it because she and I are so much like the characters, well, you guys, I guess." She paused and looked at Sam, and crinkled her nose in an embarrassed laugh, returning to her work.
"You didn't really answer my question," Sam mumbled.
She sighed, "Yes, I am a fan. You know we went to a convention in California and met Jensen and Jared. They were great!" There was silence between the two, but the murderous screams continued from the television. Sam went to say something but stopped before anything came out of his mouth.
"But," Katie quickly added, "I prefer the real thing." They shared a smile and returned to their work.
As a bare-ass naked girl got a pick ax to the head, Autumn started up. Dean thought it startled her but looked at him in earnest. "Can I ask you a stupid question?"
"I guess," Dean said apprehensively.
" Did you really have sex with Anna in the back seat of the Impala? 'Cause that episode always bugged the crap out of me."
There was silence from Dean's side of the conversation.
"Oh, not in the Impala, Dean!"
His silence continued, eyes wide like a dear caught in the headlights of an oncoming eighteen wheeler.
Katie and Sam had listened in on the conversation and finally joined in:
"Ah, Dean, you didn't!" Sam sighed.
"Dude, we sat in that back seat!" Katie added.
"Well, I suppose it's not as bad the Destiel stories..." Autumn pondered.
Dean looked back her confused, "Destiel? What's Destiel?"
Autumn opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by an unfamiliar voice next to her, "Destiel, as in Dean and Castiel to..." the voice ended abruptly as Autumn's switch blade ran through the khaki trench coat that encased it.
Castiel looked down at the small blade buried in his chest and the blood stain beginning to develop in his favorite trench coat, "Ow," he said without emotion or actual indication of pain. Autumn's hand still rested on the handle but drew away as Cas reached up for it. Katie was already out of her seat and both girls scrambled to get to their guns. The boys got up and pleaded with them.
"Katie, no! It's just Cas!" Sam cried ripping the semi-automatic from Katie's hands.
The girls paused, "Cas?" Autumn whispered. The angel removed the switch blade from his chest, closed it, and approached Autumn handing it to her. He nodded sternly. With a shaky hand Autumn retrieved her blade.
"I'm, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean..." she stuttered.
"I understand. I should have announced myself. It's my fault," Cas calmly stated, but he looked down at his wound.
"Why don't we patch that up?" Katie chirped, picking up a first aid kit. Autumn grabbed it and gruffly mumbled something about fixing it herself and asked Cas to follow her to the bathroom. Cas removed his trench coat, tie, and his button down white shirt.
"I take it back," Autumn said with a hint of amusement, "Maybe Destiel isn't such a bad thing."
Cas looked back and cocked his head to the side, confused by the statement. Dean, however, was the first to speak, "Does some one want to explain what the hell 'Destiel' is?"
Autumn quickly sewed the small tear in Castiel's chest and the group gathered around the table.
Katie opened her laptop, "It's a Fan Fiction term; like Castiel said before Autumn shishkabobbed him, it's uh... it's Dean, you," she glanced up at Dean before she continued, "and uh, Castiel... together." There was a brief moment of stunned silence before Sam erupted in hysteric laughter. Castiel only cocked his head to one side and furrowed his brow.
"What are you laughing at, Grumpy?" Autumn jeered, "You forget about Wincest already?" She helped Castiel put his coat back on.
Dean started laughing as Sam stopped from humiliation, until he realized what Wincest was, "That's, that's not..."
Katie giggled, "Oh, you already know about Sam slash Dean stories!"
"What is the matter with all of humanity?" Sam cried angrily.
"Wait..." Dean said quietly and all the laughter and angry groans ceased, "why am I always involved in... whatever? Why doesn't Jolly Green Giant here hook up with Cas?"
Autumn grabbed his ass, "'Cause you're the hottest," she whispered in his ear. As she walked away she grinned malevolently. "Of course, my favorite stories include all three of you!"
"You're sick and twisted," Dean exclaimed in disgust.
"Yah," she admitted turning around, "but you already knew that." Dean's mind momentarily flashed to the last night, to skin and sweat, and...
"Ooh, this is on Autumn's favorites list!" Katie interrupted.
Autumn turned around slowly, "Katie … don't..."
Katie only smiled and opened the link. Autumn frowned, flopped on the bed, and covered her head with a pillow.
"Let's take a looky here..." Katie said handing the laptop to the brothers. Their eyes wandered through the lines of WTF is Wincest?
The lower their eyes made it on the page, the wider their jaws opened in disgust, shock, and confusion.
After a couple of minutes, neither Sam nor Dean was making any secret of what they were doing and periodically they caught one another's eye while glancing over. On one such occasion, Dean stopped what he was doing, causing Sam to suddenly feel rather embarrassed; Dean smiled reassuringly, and moved over to the other bed, sitting down next to Sam. The tension between them mounted, both of them trying to read the other while keeping their feelings hidden. Dean leaned in towards Sam, so close that they could both feel the other's breath on their lips; it was Sam who moved first, moving his lips that extra inch into a passionate kiss with his brother.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa … I don't want to read any more," Sam sighed covering his eyes. Dean only stared at the screen like it was the scariest movie he had ever seen.
"No, no keep reading Sammy!" Katie giggled. Autumn groaned from under the pillow. Castiel stood, awkwardly watching out the window.
Sam removed his fingers, and pushed Dean further up the bed, kneeling between Dean's legs he gently nudged Dean's ass with the head of his cock. Dean's body tensed up, his heart racing at the thought of Sam penetrating his ass; his mind drifted back to a particularly adventurous girl, and telling her to relax as he'd pushed into her. Dean felt Sam's hands gently part his butt cheeks, his hands were soft and warm: their touch calmed him, and he felt Sam's dick ease into...
"No! No way! Not that I ever would … but … I would never … even if I did … I would not be bottom!" Dean cried. Sam chuckled a little. "What could you possibly be laughing at?" Dean shot at him.
"You say that in the story, too."
There was silence.
"Autumn! Why would you favorite this?" Dean shouted; but, she remained under the pillow.
"Wait, wait! It gets better!" Katie added, "She wasn't kidding; she also favorited this intense one with all three of... "
"Autumn! What the fuck?" Dean shouted yanking the pillow away from her head. She curled up in a ball. "Autumn!" he yanked her up to face him. Her face was red with embarrassment and close to crying.
"What?" she choked out. She looked back at Dean's furious face. He grabbed her by the wrists, "Why do you read that crap?"
She turned her head, "It's... good!"
Dean's nostrils flared. "Dean, you cannot hurt this girl. She is vital to … plans," Cas interjected.
"I wasn't going to hurt her!" Dean said defensively, "but, those stories!"
Sam closed the laptop. "Cas, what was it that you needed?"
"There is a case here. I believe it is another of Eve's creatures. It was long ago extinct, but she has brought it back. I think it's a crow."
"Like the big black bird, cah-cah, crow?" Autumn sneered.
"No, far more sinister."
"Thanks Cas," the brothers said simultaneously. Cas gave Autumn an odd look and then was gone.
"Does he do that often?" Katie asked Sam.
"Only when we're at a loss for clues and when it's a really, really important case."
"Well, then. I guess we have another day at school."
"Fan-freaking-tastic," Autumn complained. She got off the bed, but Dean grabbed her arm.
"Listen, I'm, uh, I'm..." he was blocked by a very intrusive kiss.
"Shut up," Autumn sighed.
Katie and Sam glanced at each other awkwardly, smiled, and looked back down at their work. Katie opened the laptop, closed out fanfiction, and began researching the crow.
"I'm gonna go get dinner, White Castle good?" Autumn declared, only gentle nods responded. "Okay then! Bye!"
"You want me to come?" Dean asked.
"That's what she said!" Katie chimed. Sam snorted.
"Good one Tob's," Autumn rolled her eyes. "Nah, I'm good, I need some air," and with that she left.
"You guys need any help?" Dean asked aimlessly. There was no response. Dean plopped on the bed. He noticed something odd with the mattress. His hand searched for the odd lump under the mattress. He pulled it out and found that it was a large black leather notebook, held close with a read ribbon. "What's this?"
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Katie warned, "That's Autumn's journal, and the last time I touched it, she threatened to cut a finger off."
Of course, Dean opened it. To his surprise, it was a poetry and sketch book. He leafed through the pages. There were pictures of monsters and demons and, was that him? It was. It was a perfect drawing of his profile, down to the five-o-clock shadow and smirk. Wow Dean thought. He continued on and towards the end started reading the poetry. There were poems about faith, death, free will, some were even suicidal; some in Latin, a couple in French, that he couldn't read. Who is this girl? The last he read was entitled 67 Chevy Impala.
You just can't beat the way you feel/ when you're floorin' the gas/ of a six cylinder wheel./ You're taking names/ and kickin' ass;/...But you can't dodge flames,/ can't drop your past./ So you spread black wings,/ and light up the night./ You're running from things/ you just can't fight./ So, hush little baby,/ close your eyes,/ listen to the purr,/ and throw it into drive.
Dean pondered the meaning. He couldn't tell if it was about her life or his own, but he liked it.
"It's about you," a voice startled him out of his state of wonder, "You're the Impala ... my escape." Autumn looked down wearily smiling. He closed the book and put it back.
"What, you're not gonna make any death threats?" Katie called from the table with a disappointed voice.
"Come and get the grub, you whiny bitch," Autumn huffed putting the bags down on the bed and started handing out the sodas.
"No sauce?" Katie whined pulling out the chicken tenders.
"It's the bag with the fries!" Autumn bitched and went to the bathroom.
Autumn was on the way back with the food when she felt a set of eyes on her. She walked a bit faster but was comforted a bit by the knife that was pressed against her ankle. Feeling a presence upon her she spun around. Goddamnit, hold it together, Autumn thought to herself. She walked on again at a quicker pace. She spun around once more and caught a glimpse of brown hair with a distinctive gray streak turning the corner. Autumn gasped, and although extremely unnerved continued on. She quickly made it back to the room.
During the night Autumn sat by the window and would often look out the blinds. As usual there was salt under the window and other precautions to protect the group from things that go bump in the night, but still she was nervous. Dean watched her from the bed. She seemed genuinely scared and he couldn't blame her. Her dead mother was on her tail.
"Autumn?" She turned around to face him. He was sprawled out on the bed. "You care to join me?" he asked promiscuously, trying to cheer you up. She didn't react beside shaking her head and looking out the window again. "Listen," he said climbing off the bed, "let's talk outside." He took her by the hand and tried to lead her out.
"I don't want to go outside," she said in monotonous voice, taking her hand back. He took her by the waist and whispered, "it's okay, I'll be right there with you."
She looked at him blankly, "I don't need your protection."
"Do you really want to have this conversation here?" He nodded to the other two hunters vigilantly working at the table. She got the hint, so she picked up her gun, tucked it in the back of her jeans and walked out the door. Dean followed her out and closed the door as he watched her head frantically and nervously twist in search of something that wasn't there.
"Why don't you just tell her the whole truth?" Dean suggested. Autumn looked at him like he had seven heads.
"Katie doesn't…" Autumn chose her words carefully, "do well with mothers. She even has issues with Ellen. Not like she doesn't like her just, it brings up some not so good memories for her."
"This isn't just about her is it though?" Dean asked noticing that she was spending too much time on why she wasn't going to tell Katie. "Something happened before you came back with food, didn't it?" Autumn turned away from him. He took it as a yes. "We can get you out of here if you want. Sam and I will stay and…"
"No! It won't help! She's just going to follow! Don't you understand?" she cried in a raspy, about to cry voice. She plopped down on the cement floor and rested against the bars. She took a deep breath as Dean sat next to her and finally she said, "I've seen her before... Ever since we met up in Dunsmuir, I've got a few glimpses of her. It's just unnerving, and, and I need… I need you around," a tear developed in the corner of her eye, reflecting the blue, "I'm sorry this is stupid," she laughed wiping it away. "I just want to finish this job, that's all," and she started to get up.
Dean held her down, "We'll finish the job, together. After, we'll figure out what's happening with your mom." Autumn leaned in towards Dean, her eyes on his lips. They were centimeters from kissing when a pounding came at the glass sliding door causing both of them to jump. The face of a childish leprechaun appeared in the glass from behind the curtain.
"Fucking Leprechaun," Autumn muttered. Dean laughed and helped Autumn up. Katie opened the glass sliding door. Dean grabbed Autumn's waist and spun her around to face him. His hand rested on the back of her head. Katie stood in the doorway awkwardly until Sam subtly pulled her back into the room. Dean kissed Autumn reassuringly.
Autumn was consumed by Dean's passion. It was only when her lungs started to burn that she remembered that it was biologically impossible to maintain this moment forever. She started to pull away slowly, dreading separation. She wanted to stay in his arms forever. She told him she didn't need protection, but that day, she had never needed it more. In that very moment she was safe. Reluctantly, she took a breath.
Her eyes flickered open when she heard her name, but it wasn't Dean who said. She thought it might be Katie, but she was nowhere to be found. Dean watched Autumn's eyes wander. "You okay?"
Autumn smiled back nervously, "Am now," she answered with a mask of courageousness. "Let's go in to see what Shorty wanted."
"Sanchez!" Katie said excitedly as Autumn walked in, "Guess what!"
"Dear God what happened now?"
"I found a night club! Let's go!"
"It's eleven at night already. And we have to go to school tomorrow," Autumn lectured. Katie was a freaking space cadet. She never truly thought anything through unless it was a plan while hunting. Even then she made things up out of the blue. Katie pouted. "We'll go tomorrow Tobs, okay? Not tonight."
"Fine," Katie said, "Sam and I are done for research tonight."
"Yeah, we'll leave you guys alone," Sam said placing his hands on Katie's shoulders trying to navigate her out of the room knowing that Dean wanted some alone time with Autumn.
"But weren't we-," Katie started.
"No," Sam interjected and led her out of the motel room and into theirs.
"I thought we were going to watch another movie?" Katie asked confused. He thought it was really cute when she got confused. She crinkled her nose and cocked her head to the side.
"Dean wants to talk to Autumn," Sam explained.
"Oh, like about the case and stuff?"
"Yes, about the case and…stuff." He sighed. She was oddly oblivious to anything that involved mature matter.
"Well what are we gonna do now?"
"Go to bed," Sam said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to him. Then the wheels started turning in his head. What if this was her awkward way of engaging in foreplay? Anything was possible in the mind of seemingly innocent Katie, right? "Wait, Katie did you wanna…"
"Wanna what?" Katie asked, with no hint of sexual tendency in her voice, whatsoever.
"Never mind, we'll watch an episode of Supernatural." He sat on the bed and Katie curled into the nook he left for her with his arm. With his available arm he picked up the remote and switched on the T.V.
Their weary faces quickly changed to shock when a girl appeared, buck naked, spread eagle on the screen with an 'eager' man approaching.
"What the…" Katie started, "so, this is what you do when we're out…" Katie got up from the bed, "I'm gonna go get ready for bed now," she said awkwardly.
Once Sam returned from his state of shock he began babbling, "No, Katie, I, uh… I don't … well, sometimes… no! God no! I…"
Katie made it to the bathroom and softly shut the door behind her.
"…Shit," he sighed. He turned the T.V. off and put the remote back. He realized that a piece a paper was left under the remote.
Dear Sammy,
A subtle hint to get the ball rolling with Katie. Good luck with getting lucky!
Dean
"Dean!" Sam groaned. He thought about going next door to yell at him but didn't want to risk the chance of seeing anything he never wanted to see. Unnoticed by Sam, Katie took the suitcase that Autumn had packed full of lingerie into the bathroom. She opened it up and dug through the small pieces of cloth. There was one slightly less skimpy one in the lot. Why am I doing this? 'Cause Irish whiskey makes me frisky. She didn't do it often; expose herself to a guy. She didn't like to be vulnerable. Sam was different though. He made her feel different, he felt right.
Sam sat on the bed, swearing at himself, when Katie re-entered the room. Sam's jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing. What little fabric covering her was obviously intended to be an Irish bar wench costume, complete with ridiculously short skirt, black corset studded with shamrocks, and a particularly ruffled emphasis on her chest. She looked taller too. Sam looked at her feet, she wore strappy black stilettos, with obviously stripper-ish undertones. Maybe she was hinting earlier.
Katie smiled sheepishly unsure of what to do next. "Uh, Hi?" Sam scoffed in amazement at the awkwardness of her entrance. Katie walked, or attempted to walk over to where Sam was sitting. She fell, almost landing face first into Sam's lap. She quickly got up, "I'm okay!"
"Katie, what are you doing?" Sam asked her, now amused by her performance.
"I," She cocked her head, "I don't really know. It went better in my head." Sam scoffed again, nosed crinkled. Katie attempted to walk again, and tripped once again but this time she fell onto Sam, knocking him backwards onto the bed. They both laughed. Katie went to get up but in doing so ended up straddling Sam. She felt a pressure against her. She looked at Sam as if to ask if that was really him. Upon noticing the slight blush on Sam's face, Katie scrambled to get off and tumbled off the bed.
"Oh, sh- Katie? Are you alright?" Sam sat up and quickly grabbed a pillow to hide his excitement. Katie only responded with a thumbs up. She looked up at him from the floor, "Murphy's goddamn law!" she laughed, and her head fell back to the floor.
"How 'bout you change into something less hazardous?"
"Sounds good!" She took the shoes off still lying on the ground. Sam couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to her skirt as she did so. Katie noticed his glances and slowly got up. She strolled to the bathroom watching Sam over her shoulder. As soon as the door closed he fell back into the bed in an exasperated fashion.
Katie returned in an extremely large Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts that the shirt covered. Sam had already stripped down to a white undershirt and boxers. His excitement had settled down. Katie crawled underneath the covers and curled up to Sam without saying anything. Sam pulled her back up to face him. He placed a kiss lightly on her forehead.
"For what it's worth, I think we should take it slow. One of us might get seriously injured," Sam mused aloud. Katie smiled.
"Yeah, good idea," she agreed. She watched him to see what his next move was. He leaned in closer and Katie followed suit. They met halfway, lips parted. Katie hooked her arm around Sam's neck and his hand found its way to the back of her head. They both parted for breath. Katie was turning pink and Sam smiled down at her. Never had she had so many butterflies than at that very moment. "Night Sam."
"Good night," Sam whispered and curled up against Katie under the absurd amount of blankets that she slept under. He slowly rubbed her shoulder with his thumb as she fell asleep. There was no denying how he felt about her now. Laying here with her made the earth stand still and all the monsters disappear. He never wanted it to end. She nestled her face into his chest and he pulled her closer and fell asleep.