***I feel like this chapter is a bit boring but there's a lot of build up for things that happen later on. Hope you're all still enjoying :-)*
She went inside to the closest bathroom. In the mirror she could see the blood was all over her face. She had even smeared it trying to wipe at the blood so it was spread across her cheek. She looked like her own walking horror movie. She cleaned the blood off her face and decided to try to go to her room to put on some non wet clothing. The walk upstairs seemed to take forever. The day prior she had made this walk to find her dead parents. The pain took her breath away. She placed a hand over her chest and breathed in deeply. Her mother would tell her to envision the color she found most relaxing and she tried but it only hurt her worse knowing those words came from her mother. At the end of the hallway she continued to steady her breathing. The door to her room was open just as it had been the day prior. She peered in the room. Her chest felt like cinder blocks were sitting on top of it. She forced herself to enter and she couldn't take her eyes off her bed. It had been stripped of the bedding. There was no sign of blood. She ran her fingers across the mattress. It seemed unreal.
Forcing herself to concentrate she went to her closet where she grabbed and armful of clothing she would wear. Moving quickly she threw them in the hallway and went to her dresser. She paused seeing her jewelry box. She put in her favorite pair of earrings her parents had given her as a graduation present. Simple sapphire earrings encircled with 14kt small diamonds. They were valuable and were her favorite. She grabbed two handfuls of under clothes and bolted from the room. She nearly sighed with relief that was finished until she realized she needed clothing to meet with the lawyer on the next day. She turned back to enter the room and swore she could see their bodies and the blood all over again. She tried shaking the image away but it was there and would be there forever imprinted in her brain. Her breath became fast and heavy. There didn't seem to be enough air in the hallway to fill her lungs. Heavy tears spilled over her cheeks. She turned away and leaned against the wall. She slid to the floor and let the tears flow. She wanted to scream at everything but left it inside as she didn't want Sam or Dean to hear. She was so angry at the events happening in her life she pounded the floor with her fist. Her head screamed "why". It was all she wanted to know and if there were answers they weren't coming quickly enough.
Sam and Dean came up the stairs to find her surrounded by piles of clothing. Their faces were full of questions. She almost laughed at the bewildered look.
"Are you okay? We got worried." Sam said
Willa nodded
"You went in your room." Dean observed. They both knelt next to her.
"I told you we would get whatever you needed." Sam fussed at her.
She shook her head and sucked in her breath.
"You've both been hurt because of me today. I didn't want to bother you." Her tears stilled flowed freely. She put her head in her hands and groaned.
"Did you get everything you needed?" Sam asked
She shook her head and look up at Sam.
"My dressy stuff. I need a few things." She said
Sam stood and entered the room.
"You're nose is bleeding." Dean said
"Oh God." She groaned
Dean stood and extended his hand. She took it and he helped her stand.
"Last I checked you never asked us to help you. We volunteered. We signed up for this shit a long time ago." He said
Willa's shoulders dropped and she headed for her parents room. She entered the bathroom with Dean trailing behind her. She grabbed a wet rag and went back into the bedroom where she sat on the bed with her head back. Sam walked in with arms full of clothing. He lightly tossed the clothing on the bed.
"I thought it would be best if you chose." Sam said
"Thank you." She said "Can we just go back to the hotel? I'm beat."
"Dinner first?" Dean asked
She nodded. Dean smiled at Sam with his famous boyish gorgeous smile that only he could pull off.
Not long after Willa's nose stopped bleeding, which would stay that way if she didn't bawl her eyes out, she sorted though the clothes Sam picked up. She found some things to take to the hotel. Willa showered and changed at the house. Dean and Sam did the same changing from their swim shorts to the clothes they had on earlier in the day. She picked jean shorts, a tank, and a peach ¾ sleeve button up shirt that she left unbuttoned. She pulled the top part of her hair back in a ponytail to keep it away from her tender face.
She tucked the knife in the back of her shorts hidden underneath the tail of the shirt. She packed a suitcase with clothes and the book and the branding sticks. She met Sam and Dean downstairs who were patiently waiting for starved men.
As she came down the stairs Sam was momentarily stunned by her beauty. The peach color shirt she wore played off her dark skin and her hair pulled away from her face made her blue eyes pop like he had never seen before. She pulled himself back to the reality that was Willa lugging a heavy and full suitcase down the stairs. He jumped up taking just a few long strides to reach her and took it from her to carry.
"Thank you. You're looking better." She said and couldn't keep herself from lightly touching his arm.
"I feel better. I took a short nap." He said explaining the color that had come back to his cheeks.
They piled in the Impala and headed for a place to eat. They went to a restaurant that had a bar almost as busy. Dean couldn't stop raving about the place and it helped that he left with a girl from the bar smiling ear to ear. Sam and Willa took a cab back to the hotel. Sam was exhausted and she was emotionally drained herself. They settled on the couch watching a movie. Sam rested his head on Willa's lap where she enjoyed running her fingers through his long locks. It didn't take long for him to pass out from being so tired. She wasn't too far behind him with the same feeling. She said Sam's name softly to wake him. He jumped slightly and wrapped his arms around her legs hugging them tight. She laughed and made him get up. Slowly with many yawns both made their way to the bedroom. Willa stripped from most of her clothing until she realized Sam was watching her. She laughed knowing he had seen plenty of her body already and it wasn't much different than the little yellow bikini she was wearing.
"You're making me uncomfortable." She said with a laugh
"I'm kind of uncomfortable myself." He said
He took his shirt off and she returned the stare. He pulled his jeans off that left him in his boxer briefs. She wanted every inch of his body but pushed the thoughts out of her head. She was nowhere near ready. Even his touch sometimes sent chills through her body. He was so large and muscles seemed to be in place she didn't even know they could be. He intimidated her and reminded her of her weakness.
She turned away from his challenge and went to her suitcase where she found a nightgown. Sam sprawled himself across the bed resting his chin on his hand. He watched her every move. He smiled as she made her way to the light and turned it off, though they were still able to see one another with the moonlight shining in. She stood in front of him and pulled the nightgown over her head. Sam sat up on his knees and moved to the edge of the bed. He rested his hand on her waist and gently pulled her close to him.
"This morning I told myself I was going to distance myself from you." He said.
Her smile vanished. This was his life she reminded herself.
"But I can't." He finished
She smiled but she knew better. His life wouldn't allow it. She let a fake smile form on her lips.
"I'm irresistible." She said.
He returned the smile. "You have no idea." He said
He kissed her quickly and she stepped away from him. From under her night gown she pulled off her underclothes and gave him a big grin.
"Cheater." Sam teased
She laughed and joined him in the bed. She pulled the covers back and adjusted the pillow then lay on her stomach facing Sam. He met her under the covers and moved close.
"Thank you for saving my brother." He said
"If I could get rid of this feeling that everything is my fault I would feel better about it." She replied
"It's not your fault." Sam said
She shook her head disagreeing. "I don't know Sam. I just feel like I've brought nothing but trouble and it's not getting any easier."
"We'd be in trouble one way or another." He said with a chuckle
"It's really that bad?" She asked
"Yes." Sam said with a nod. "Staying with you at least we have better food, the rooms are awesome, and the view is incredible." He said running his fingers across her dark cheek.
She blushed but it felt amazing to hear it from him.
"I know you're tired but now I know you're delirious. Go to sleep." She ordered with a laugh.
Sam kissed her quickly and they both settled in for whatever nightmares that invaded their dreams.
The sleep was restless but it was enough to get her through the day. She awoke with no Sam so she decided to get ready. She showered and changed into her business casual suit for her meeting with the lawyer. After checking the mirror she decided it was a bit much and changed into a blue shirt with ruffles around the collar. It was more fun but still looked professional and matched her earrings. She applied some makeup and gathered the sides of her hair in a loose ponytail. She gathered a few personal items as well as the knife that she made sure would fit in the clutch that matched her outfit. She carried her book in the other hand and felt like a "bible thumper" only it was the weirdest bible in the world. She stepped out of the room and found no one. This made her worry but she found a note on the dinette table.
"Gone to eat, now that we know you can take care of yourself."
At first she mumbled "early risers" under her breath and then realized she could "take care of herself", which meant they wouldn't be around much longer. She plopped down in the dinette chair and pouted.
When she had enough of feeling sorry for herself she grabbed a cup of coffee and thumbed through the book until it was time to leave for the meeting. Shoving her phone in her clutch she left a note letting the brothers know where she would be.
She took a cab to the restaurant that was famous for it's brunch food. It was bustling with people. She let the man at the door know she was meeting someone and he took her right to the family lawyer. He was seating alone in a large booth in the restaurant. He probably had to tip plenty to get this table. They were both early.
His brown eyes traveled from the small bruise by her nose to the book in her hand. He was fit and attractive for an older gentleman. He and his partner Steve resided in Miami which was only a short drive.
"Ms. Reynolds." He said greeting her with a genuine smile.
"Mr. Bast." She said as he stood and they shook hands.
"I'm very sorry to see you under the circumstances." He said as they both were sitting.
"Yes, agreed." She replied setting her clutch and book on the table.
"Doing some reading?" He asked motioning to the book.
"Yes." She replied finding it interesting that he took note of the book at all.
The waiter came and took their order and quickly left.
"I wanted to see you to discuss how much you know about that book." He said
Willa looked around the restaurant. It was too busy for anyone to pay attention to what they were saying and Willa realized that was the reason he had chosen this booth. Her mind raced. What did he know? How did he know? Was he going to let her in on all the questions she had to ask or did he simply think he knew what was in the book?
"I know a little." She replied not wanting to divulge all that she actually did know.
"Hmmm." He responded seeming suspicious himself. "Well your assets are all in order. Your parents made sure everything was ready and taken care of in case of their death. They wanted to add no extra burden to you in their passing."
Willa nodded. If everything was in order there was no reason for her to be here. He could've explained all this over the phone.
"Willa." He began. "If I may?"
She nodded.
"Your family is special. You are a part of a long line of protectors." He said
She leaned back but prevented herself from reacting too quickly. She needed and wanted to pay attention to every word that came out of his mouth.
"Kali, the Hindu Goddess is your Great Grandmother. Very Great grandmother. She is a misunderstood Goddess but a valuable one nonetheless. Your family has been waiting a long time for another female warrior to join her fight." He explained
She processed what he was saying but mainly she was shocked. Her mind raced with questions and tried to trace female family members. Protectors? What did her family need to protect? Who? Why were they the ones chosen? Why was Kali such a misunderstood Goddess? Her grandmother was a Goddess?
"Protectors of what?" She asked
"Everyone." He smiled
"Protect them from what?" She felt like she was asking the same question
"Demons."
His short answers made Willa want to choke him. So many questions were blurring through her mind.
"Why didn't my parents tell me about this?" She asked
"They wanted to shield you from all of it. They didn't want you to fulfill your destiny but when you were taken, they knew you would have to." He responded
"Why was I taken?" She asked
"To interrupt the bloodline. As long as you have children and your children have children there will be protectors and the demons will be running scared. If you have a demon child the bloodline will be lost as well as who knows what kind of powers will exist in such a child. There's so little left of Kali in you now." He explained
She thought of Sam and his demon blood. They couldn't or shouldn't have children together. Then she wondered what made her thoughts go there. She had no intentions of even having that sort of life with him.
"Your branding protects you from being possessed by a demon." The lawyer explained
"My branding?" She asked
"Yes yours is on the back of your neck."
Her hand flew to the back of her neck but it was gone and she knew it.
"It's gone." She said
The lawyer's eyes widened. "Get it back immediately!"
The severity in his tone frightened Willa.
"Will the branding work on anyone?" She asked
"Yes as long as you use the silver molded blade and you great grandmother golden warrior blade."
She had to get the branding blades back immediately. She grabbed her phone from her purse and text Sam and Dean. She needed to know their whereabouts. She had a lot to share and needed those blades!
"My uhh…" She paused. Was it magic? "My magic only works on demons?"
"Yes."
"This is insane." She said shaking her head
"Your parents have raised you to be ready. All those lessons you had swimming, karate, kickboxing, fencing, it was all to keep you sharp. I need you to keep it up. Go to the gym lift weights. More fight training. They will be after you for your entire life." His toned alarmed Willa. He was dead serious. She let it sink in. Nothing would be normal ever again. Life as she knew it was over. She took a long sip of her water.
"Mr. Bast, how do you know all this?" She asked
"I come from a long line of deity's. We are protectors in a different way."
She nodded slowly. So much to process at one time was a bit overwhelming.
"What happened while you were gone?" The lawyer asked her.
She stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. The beatings, the rape, the torture flooded her memories.
She cleared her swelling throat. "I made it out. That's what happened." She stated
He nodded in response. "Therapy is good for anyone even a demon hunter."
It was her turn to nod. She hadn't thought much of therapy yet though it had crossed her mind. So much was going on it wasn't the first thing on her list. She thought of Sam and Dean then and asked of the lawyer what she needed from him.
"Well, here's what I need from you. Sam and Dean Winchester are the men who helped me escape from the Demon. I need you to open an account however you see fit to be the safest and secure, but I need $250,000.00 in an account in each of their names within a week." She said not looking for an argument.
The lawyer's eyes widened.
"I know how much money my parents have. This is not a ridiculous amount of money." She said seeing the look on his shocked face.
"It's half a million dollars Mrs. Reynolds." He said almost pleading with her.
"Do I need to find someone else to take care of this or will you continue to be on the payroll?" She was impatient with him it was her money now and she could do as she see fit.
He nodded. "I'll have it taken care of."
They both sat in silence from the uncomfortable exchange.
"Mr. Bast, may I call on you for any questions." She asked
"Of course. Don't hesitate." He responded and reached in his suit breast pocket.
He pulled out an envelope. Willa heard her phone vibrate but she waited for the lawyer to hand her the envelope.
"In this envelope is a key to a safe deposit box. You will find some very valuable items in it. Do as you see fit. I'm sure you will be wise with your decisions and make your parents proud."
She nodded. "Thank you Mr. Bast." She said and placed the envelope in her clutch.
Wishing him a good day she paid for her meal that she hardly touched and left. She checked her phone. Sam and Dean were back at the hotel. She quickly dialed Sam.
"Hello." Sam said.
Willa spoke quickly before he hardly got the words out. "We need to get branded right away." She said. She stepped to the sidewalk where the valet asked if she needed a cab. She nodded a yes and placed her hand to her forehead feeling distressed.
"What does it do?" Sam asked
"It keeps you from being possessed." She said quietly so the valet couldn't hear, but neither could Sam.
"What?" Sam asked
"The branding keeps you from being possessed." She said louder and looked at the quizzical eyes of the valet who was rudely listening to her conversation. She looked at him with stern eyes.
"Cab?" She asked the valet
"Ye…Yes Mam." He stammered
"I'm leaving the restaurant now. We need to take care of this as soon as I get back." She said to Sam
"Okay I'll see you then. I'll tell Dean." Sam replied
She hardly let Sam say goodbye before she hung up the phone. Too much was on her mind. She called the hotel and asked them to bring some hard liquor to the room. It had shaped into the kind of day that was never too early for alcohol.
Back at the hotel Dean and Sam were discussing how and what would be the easiest way to get the branding blades hot enough to brand skin. Willa found the liquor and immediately began drinking. After her first glass she went to her room where she changed into jeans and a tank top. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail and joined the men in the conversation.
"I want to tell Castiel what they are anyway, give him a buzz. Maybe he can help." She reasoned
"Cas?" Dean called
"Is he your bitch?" Willa asked a question that may have been slightly fueled by alcohol.
"I'm not his bitch, but I am fond of the human. What damage has Willa done now?" Castiel asked
She poured another glass and took a long sip before explaining her story to the men.
"Short story is my great, great, great, great grandmother is Kali a Hindu Goddess who kills demons. I, being the only woman born into the family after a few generations, have inherited some of her powers. The blades are to keep demons from possessing the body that has been branded by them." She paused and the men stared at her dumbfounded. "Cas how the hell can we get the blades hot enough to brand our skin without setting the hotel room on fire?"
"This will work on Sam and Dean?" Castiel asked
"According to my lawyer who is also a deity." She said folding her arms in front of her.
"You had a helluva morning." Dean said
"Tell me about it." She said and gulped the remaining alcohol.
"I can heat them." Castiel said
"Great let's do it." Willa said and handed Cas the blades. They watched on as Cas took the branding end of the blades in his hands.
"Who's going first?" Willa asked. "I would go but I have to show the two of you how to do it."
"I'll go." Sam said stepping forward. He pulled off his flannel shirt and rolled up the sleeve of his baby blue T-shirt. In no time the blades were blazing orange in Castiel's hands. Willa grabbed the shirt Sam had taken off to protect her hands from getting burned. Castiel handed the blades to her and she positioned them to form her family symbol, which looked a lot like a triangle inside of a flower, inside a circle. Finding the spot on his left upper arm as he requested she pressed them on Sam's skin. He cried out and she felt awful. Her feelings didn't hurt as bad as the smell of his burning flesh.
"It's sizzling like bacon." Dean joked as she pulled the blades away.
Sam grabbed a cold wet paper towel and placed it over the burn.
"No more healing?" Castiel asked
Willa shook her head. "Or they'll have to get it done again."
Castiel nodded understanding. Dean pulled off his jacket and took his seat where Sam had been sitting. Castiel heated up the blades again and handed them to Willa. He rolled up his sleeve as Sam had done and prepared for the worse.
"Matching tats and matching burns. Cute." She teased
Dean smiled sarcastically.
"Ready?" Willa asked
"Get it over with." Dean responded with a roll of his eyes. She immediately pressed the blades to his skin. He cursed and Willa laughed.
"It doesn't smell like bacon." Sam said with a wrinkled nose and a frown.
Willa let go and grabbed Dean a wet paper towel.
"Ugh. It's my turn." Willa groaned. She sat at the table.
"I'll do it." Dean said
She gave him an angry stare.
"No Dean I will." Cas said stepping forward.
Dean looked disappointed and Sam was relieved and Willa was concerned. She wasn't sure what the angel's intentions were. She gathered her ponytail together and held in on top of her head. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable burn. In a matter of seconds she felt the burn on the back of her neck and it stayed and he held it. And held it longer. She growled from the pain and yelled out.
"Cas stop!" Sam exclaimed
Her trust in the angel unnerved her after his threats. She began to move but he held her there with his power.
"Cas please?" She begged. A few seconds later he did. She jumped up from the table.
"What the fuck Cas?" She yelled angrily. She put her hand on the back of her singed neck. Bringing her hand back just as she suspected there was blood on her hands.
"It will never go away." Castiel explained simply
She was exasperated with the angel.
"You're trying to kill me!" She exclaimed
"Why would I do that?" he asked and looked to Dean and Sam for help.
"Cas you've got to tell her when you do things like that." Dean said losing his patience with the angels ignorance.
Castiel frowned. Willa leaned over the sink with a handful of paper towels. She blotted at her neck and Sam joined in helping her. When most of the blood was cleaned she placed a wet paper towel on her neck but it never seemed to be cold enough to provide relief.
The four sat at the table three of them in pain, grumpy, and passing the bottle of alcohol from one to the other.
"So would you hunt me?" Willa asked
"No you're good." Sam responded
"There's no good demons?" She asked
"No." Dean answered and gave Sam an angry look. Willa decided that question was best to be saved for later. After gaining a quick buzz and giggling for an hour Dean decided to go take a nap in his room. Sam and Willa decided to go back to her home where this time she tore apart her mother's office. They found nothing except a few books on mythology. Willa decided to take them with her hoping she would attain some sort of knowledge from them. Same was in the dining area when she heard his voice call out to her. She rushed to him finding him holding a vase in that belonged on the mantle in his hand.
"This has the symbol on it." He said
Willa was intrigued. She found an empty box and packed the vase in it as well as the books. She opened a storage bin for any belonging she wanted to take from the house. She had decided to sell the house as she wanted no part of these memories or the big empty house. After the funeral she would get with a realtor and discuss plans for selling the house. She packed very little knowing there wasn't much of sentimental value. Her parents didn't keep much of those things and now she understood why. They didn't need more to complicate things. While in her parents room she found clothing for their funerals. Sam joined her just as she was finalizing the jewelry for her mother to wear.
"I thought your dad was donating his body?" He asked
"There's still a viewing for him. Politics ya know. The funeral home insisted since he was such a prominent man. I don't know if I'll go. All those fake people and their fake parts." Willa shook her head.
Sam chuckled. "I'm glad you can find humor in this." He said
Willa shrugged and sighed "I can't change what happened. Just appreciate who they were and that was hard working people that attempted to prepare me for a life they never wanted me to have."
"You think that's why you're an only child?" Sam asked
"Yeah you're probably right." She replied sadly. She straightened a wrinkle on the blue dress. "Sam no matter what happens in this life you're welcome to be a part of mine. I'll never be able to repay you for what you've done, so my door will always be open to you and your brother." She smiled but there was sadness in the smile. Sam had no answer. He was so happy this beautiful soul had entered his life he was choked up at the thought of losing her.
They embraced each other both knowing sometime soon they would be apart and it would be one of the last times they touched each other.
They took the rest of the day loading up things in boxes for donation and a few for storage. They never found any other significant item which made Willa even more curious.
Back at the hotel they found Dean sitting on the couch with Sam's laptop.
"That better not be porn." Sam said
"Very funny. No, I've found some interesting info on Willa's Nana." Dean said.
Willa didn't like the tone of his voice. She crossed her arms and prepared herself for what Dean had to say.
"Goddess of destruction, change, sexuality, violence, oh, and motherly love. This is our Goddess." Dean said and motioned to Willa.
"Oooh sexuality," Sam said raising his eye brows at Willa.
She smiled at him.
"Destruction and violence. Did you miss that part Sam?" Dean asked
"Yes. I did. On purpose." Sam said matter of fact
"Motherly love." Willa said attempting to defend herself and her grandmothers legacy. "It sounds more to me like she only acted violently when necessary.
"Okay." Dean said holding his hands up. "Well your symbol, our brandings is called "Kali Yantra"
"You've been busy." Willa noticed.
"Yeah I've read more today than I'd like to admit. By the way Sam, I think we have a job nearby. Bobby called said there's people disappearing a couple hours north."
"I'm beat man. Can we do it tomorrow?" Sam asked
"Tonight. Take a nap." Dean said expecting no further argument from Sam.
Sam turned away from Dean. Anger was written all over his soft features. He went into the bedroom. Willa followed him and lay on the bed. He took off his shirt taking his anger out on the jacket he was wearing.
"What's wrong?" Willa asked
"I'm just tired. I want to be in bed. I don't feel like doing a job tonight." He replied
Willa gave him a half hearted smile.
"How can I make it better?" She asked
Sam turned to her and took off his tshirt.
"I have ideas." He with his hands looped in his belt.
She let her face fall into her arms. With her head down she giggled.
"That's not what I meant." She said her voice muffled in the comforter.
"I wouldn't do that to you anyway. I need a shower." Sam replied
Willa raised her head up. He moved to her and bent over. She smiled as he pecked her on the lips quickly. He walked to the bathroom and when he entered the shower. She grabbed clean clothes and made her way to Dean's bathroom shower. After the long day the shower felt good and it felt good to not feel like she was actually washing dirt and not a demons touch. Willa left the bathroom with khaki shorts and a tank top on. Her neck was still very sore. She took some pain medication and went to her room. Sam was laying under the covers. He turned on his back to let her know he was awake.
"Can't sleep?" She asked
He sighed. "No. I wasn't really ready to sleep. I didn't want to go with Dean right now."
Willa towel dried her hair the best she could and lay the towel across one of the chairs. She joined Sam in the bed and scooted under the covers. She rested her head on his chest and moved her body against his. She moved her hands down his chest looking to find the waist of his underwear but as she suspected it wasn't there.
"You're naked." She said surprised
Sam shrugged.
"I didn't expect it." She said
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" Sam asked concerned
"No…No, it's just a fight in my head. I want things I don't want things. It gets all scrambled up in there." She said tapping her forehead. Sam rubbed her arms to soothe her as his touch always did. She moved away from him and proceeded to undress. She pulled her tank top off and chunked it. Reaching under the covers her shorts and her panties were the next to go.
"I am not complaining but what are you doing?" Sam asked
She climbed on top of him straddling his hips. Her hands rested on his strong stomach. Sam smiled up at her completely amused by what was happening in front of him. She trailed her fingers along the lines of his muscles and smiled to herself as she could see his breathing increase. She leaned forward and kissed his throat making her way up his neck. Sam breathed in deeply,
"Werewolves, witches, demons, and I'm scared to death of you." He said with a small chuckle. His hand touched her waist and her skin jumped from the sensation. She wasn't scared this time but was excited from the feel of his hand on her bare skin. He leaned up and found her lips kissing her deeply. He moved his hand to her left breast and cupped it gently while rolling the nipple with his thumb. Willa moaned softly with the pressure of his hands. His right hand traveled to her waist and he pulled her into him as close as possible. She sighed. Her nerves began to get the best of her.
"You okay?" Sam asked her.
Willa nodded. He moved his hand to her cheek and gently kissed her. He let his hand travel between her legs. She pulled away from his lips and froze. He could hear and see her breathing accelerate as his fingers touched her soft folds.
"If it's not right tell me." He pleaded with her.
She nodded in response. She wanted it to be right. More than anything she wanted to enjoy this moment. Sam noted the worry on her face. Her mind was racing. She wanted to tell him how amazing it felt. How incredible it made her feel to be touched by him but her anxiety kept her from forming anything that made sense. He touched her so softly and so slowly it was a tease and terrifying at the same time.
"Does it feel good?" Sam asked softly
Her eyes were now closed. She nodded in response.
"Tell me." He pleaded.
She let out a nervous laughed and exhaled. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders pulling him close to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. Sam's fingers slowly moved closer to her entrance. She felt like the world stood still. He let a finger slip inside of her. She gasped and froze. Something, a nail, a dry spot, friction, caused the slightest bit of pain and she was back in hell. Back to being used and abused and treated like she was nothing on this earth. She grabbed Sam's wrist but didn't move it away from her.
"Willa?" Sam asked with concern.
"I…can't" She said.
"That's fine." He replied. His free hand that she didn't have a death grip went to her hair where he gently touched it.
"You just have to tell me." He said
"Sam, I'm sorry."
"It's really alright. I promise. It'll happen when you're ready. We'll make love someday." He said softly enough to soothe her
"Make…love?" She asked
Sam paused with the thoughts that were in his head. Was that really what he wanted to say to her? Did he want to make love to her? The answer was very easy to him. He did.
"Yes." He replied
Willa kissed him softly. "That's what I want too. I want to make love to you too." She said while leaning away from him. The words she spoke were true. She would never meet a kinder person than Sam Winchester. She wanted to make love to him but her body and mind weren't ready. She wasn't sure if she ever would be in the time she was going to know him. Willa knew it wasn't going to happen. They wouldn't make love at least not anytime soon. Sam touched the side of her face and then took her hand and kissed it. They fell asleep quickly after the long hard day both emotionally and physically.
Dean woke Sam up around 1 am and off they went. Willa was left in an empty bed and an empty hotel room. She awoke in the morning finding no Sam or Dean. She was worried until she found a text from Sam explaining they would be back sometime in the evening. She sat around for a while reading through her "instruction manual". She found multiple accounts of how her distant grandmother Kali killed demons. It described ways using words or simply killing them with special blades. She had no blades. She wondered where she could track one down. The book explained several symbols that were used for protection against demons and one that could expel demons from an entire building. Now knowing all this was real made Willa pay more attention to what was inside.
While reading her phone rang. Willa answered the unknown number.
"Is this Willa Reynolds?" The female voice asked.
"Yes it is." She answered.
"This is Amy one of your fathers associates. This Friday he was supposed to speak at a charity even where he was the special guest. We were wondering if you would like to speak on his behalf. It's so tragic what happened to him and I know he would love for his pride and joy to take his place." She said
Willa rolled her eyes. "The funeral is Friday."
"Oh we know. I will be attending. Your father was a great man we would be so appreciative for you to join us in honoring his name." Amy said
"Okay." Willa agreed reluctantly
"You will? How wonderful." The woman said
"Will you email me the details? Can I bring a guest or two?" Willa asked thinking of two handsome men linked on her arm as well as needing all the support she can get.
"Yes. Of course." She agreed
"I can't make any real promises. I'm afraid the funeral may be too draining." Willa said
"I'm sure dear. I'm sorry you've been through so much. Thank you again." Amy said
Willa hung up the phone not excited about attending the event. She was right it would make her father happy. Willa knew Amy and knew she wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. She felt bad for being short with her but it really didn't thrill her to think about standing up there in front of all those people bawling her eyes out. In the long run she was sure she would be happy she didn't turn down the offer. Friday was in a couple of days so it would give her time to prepare and luckily she was able to bring her two best support systems.