Ch 14.
Dean chose Metallica as their post-coital road music, pulling Baby back onto the country road as River was still tying her boots. She gathered her now frizzy hair into a knot on top of her head and hummed along with the music.
"I'm starving, how much longer 'till we get to Bobby's ?" she finally asked, the sun starting to set.
" "bout an hour, hour an a half." Dean grumbled from beside her, he'd already searched the car for some snacks but only found empty wrappers. There were no gas stations or stores on this stretch of road to make a pitstop.
"Dean, tell me the specifics of your deal again." River asked, turning down the blaring music.
"I already told you," he said, she gave him a look that read 'yeah, tell me again'. "I gave my soul to save Sammy, I got a year, if I try to break the deal Sam dies. Not rocket science."
"Are you afraid?"
"Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid," he replied.
"Don't fucking quote Faulkner to me, Dean. What's your plan?"
"At the moment, have sex with you as often as possible," he said smirking at her. She rolled her eyes at him and turned the music back up, mind turning, she had been thinking about his deal, the specifications the demon gave him. If someone other than Dean tried to break the deal or find a way out, maybe they could get away with that. Whiskey in a Jar started and River began singing out of tune and unabashed along with James Hetfield.
Dean looked over at the singing hunter, the sound of her moaning his name still seeming to echo in the Impala, he muttered something under his breath and pulled the Impala over. "Whats wrong?" River asked as he stopped the engine, she looked outside, the road nearly pitch black and empty of any other cars. Dean climbed out of the car and walked to River's door. "Dean, I'll stop singing, I know it's terrible. I can't help it it's like a nervous tick. Musics on and I start singing," she said as he opened her car door. She climbed out and stood next to the car. Dean bent down and ravaged her lips with his own, pushing her gently into the side of the black Impala. "We're gonna be late," River said, when Dean broke off the kiss, and started unbuttoning her jeans.
"We're already late," he said turning her around to lean over the Impala, "Is it ok if I fuck you right here?", he asked pulling her pants down around her ankles and she heard him undo his zipper and move behind her.
"Yes, please," River moaned feeling him try and line up with her wet entrance from behind, she stood on the balls of her feet and used the car for leverage, "You're so god damn tall," she muttered feeling him slide into her.
"Oh, fuck," He groaned again from behind her, grasping her hips almost painfully as he thrust into her. She rocked her hips backwards to meet him with each thrust, ignoring the fact they were pulled over on the side of the road in plain sight of any potential passing cars. He reached a hand around her and rubbed her clit with his callused fingers. River moaned his name, arching her back and thrusting into him as she came. Dean's grip grew tighter on her hips as he came closer to orgasm, "Fuck, Princess." He growled spilling inside of her again. She relaxed down onto her shaky legs, resting her head on the warm hood of the Impala.
"What the fuck? What is happening?" she muttered taking shaky breaths. Dean helped pull her underwear and pants up. River put her hands on Dean's chest as he turned her back around to kiss her gently, "Ok, look this is amazing, You're amazing. I don't know what the hell is going on right now. You are so fucking far out of my league…I'm fifty-fifty this is some Djinn induced hallucination. I'm not complaining, by any means but I'm starving. I really need to eat before we do this again."
He laughed into her hair, "God, me too. Bobby better have food ready." They climbed back into the car and finished the drive to Bobby's, fully clothed and with no more stops.
"Sorry, we uh had a flat tire," Dean said when they finally arrived at Bobby's.
"Yeah, right." Sam laughed, taking in their crumpled clothes and disheveled hair.
River blushed scarlet as Dean gave his brother a shrug, "Worth a try." Sam tossed him a bottle of beer, which Dean opened deftly and passed to River.
"Food. Thank you Bobby," River said, taking a deep drink of the cold beer and watching as Sam and Dean piled their plates with hot steaks and baked potatoes. The brothers chatted idly while Bobby and River served themselves.
"Steaks not over done is it?" Bobby asked, noticing River avoided the plate of meat and instead grabbed two baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
"Oh no Bobby, I don't eat meat. But thank you," she answered sitting across from Dean.
Dean started incredulously at her, "Your kidding, are you sure you don't eat meat?" he said taking another bite of his steak.
"Yeah, I'm sure Winchester, nothing with a face," she said starting on her baked potato. Dean shrugged his shoulders and continued to dig into his huge plate of food.
Several beers later, Bobby had started to relay stories of the boys childhood. "I remember when John asked me to start teaching Dean how to drive, you were what boy, 10?" Bobby asked.
"Eleven , I think, dad had to wait until I was tall enough to reach the pedals," Dean answered, leaning back in his chair.
"I nearly had a damn heart attack trying to teach him how to drive a manual transmission. The car died in the busiest intersection in town, during rush hour when Dean forgot to shift," Sam and Dean laughed at the memory.
River smiled at the three men, "I never learned how to drive a stick," she said finishing her beer.
"Seriously?" Dean asked.
"I was raised by a mean ass old drug addict in LA, Dean. She only drove automatics," River said, starting to clear the table.
"I'll teach you tomorrow," Dean offered, piling dishes in the sink next to her.
"Yeah, we'll see. Bobby, Sam go relax. Me and Dean were late, we'll clean up." Bobby and Sam vacated the kitchen letting the other two start the dishes.
Bobby sat down in his favorite chair and started reading while Sam went to his laptop. Murmured conversation and frequent laughs from Dean and River drifted out of the kitchen while they cleaned. "I hope to god she can change his damn mind, give him a reason to fight to stay outta the pit," Bobby said to Sam. Sam looked towards the kitchen, Dean had his arms around Rivers waist and was whispering something in her ear making her giggle uncontrollably.
"Bobby, that was amazing," River said as she walked out of the kitchen, followed by Dean. She stopped and looked around the sitting room, taking in the stacks and stacks of books.
"Ain't got a maid," Bobby said indicating the disarray.
"Bobby these…these are amazing. Holy shit, where did you get all of these. They're on everything, Native American folk lore, Chinese, Russian, these grimoires are a hundred years old, wow…" River walked around the room, picking up random books and skimming through them.
"Just pick 'em up as I go along," he said, puffing his chest proudly. The Winchesters always saw the books as work, Bobby was happy to have someone around that appreciated them. Dean walked behind River, burying his face in the back of her neck, noticing for the first time the sigil tattooed at the top of her spine, usually hidden by her clothes or hair.
"What's this one mean?" he asked, running his finger lazily around the outline. The tattoo was of a pentagram surrounded by flames. River brushed his fingers away, nose still buried in a book on Irish legend. "It's an anti-possession sigil," she told him.
"A what?" Sam asked, coming to look.
River tilted her neck down to give them a better view, "You've seriously never seen it before?"
The brothers and Bobby shook their heads. "I have the page it came form in my journal, where's my box?" she asked.
Sam got up and went to grab her toolbox from the front porch, "What the hell is in this thing anyways?"
River laid her hands on the box and spoke "Oscail." The lock popped and River opened the box, "All my important things: my journal, Suki's journals, some guns, first aid supplies, tampons, etc." She said pulling item after item out of the box. "It was easier to lug this thing around in my truck. The books in here somewhere."
"Whats with the magic word?" Dean asked.
"I used a pretty simple binding spell so no one but me can open it. I can show you how to do it, Bobby probably has all the ingredients around here." She flipped through the journal until she found the paper inside it, she had obviously ripped it out of some old book. "Here, keep it, I ripped this off of some witch I ganked a while back . I suggest to get it inked somewhere, seeing you two seem to be demon magnets anyways."
"Thanks, we'll check it out," Sam said taking the paper from River. Dean picked up her journal and started flipping through the pages. Her notes were meticulous and Dean was impressed on the details of her hunts including what she killed, where, what weapon worked and useful info such as usable motels and hospitals or clinics she had worked at.
"Which way to the shower?" River asked turning to Bobby.
"Up the stairs, first door on the left. Sam put your stuff in Dean's room, second room on the right," Bobby said pointing up the stairs.
"Thanks," she said walking towards the stairs. She ran her hand along Dean's abdomen as she walked past him. Dean watched her out of the corner of his eye as she walked up the stairs.
"You two look like you're getting along," Sam said going through Rivers toolbox, checking out the state of her weapons out of habit. He set aside a few of her guns that needed a good cleaning and oiling.
"Yeah, she's um…I don't know Sammy, she just kind of hits the spot, you know what I mean?" Dean said setting River's journal down.
"Yeah, I do. Jess was like that. Just kind of fit together in all the right places."
The sound of the shower started upstairs and Dean turned towards the sound. "Guess I'll call it an evening," he said heading up the stairs.
"Damn shame you only got ,what? Nine months with a woman like that," Bobby called after him, Dean stopped for a moment, hand gripping the banister.
"Well, if you got any way out without getting Sam or you or anyone else killed I'd love to hear it," Dean called back before continuing up the stairs.
River climbed in the hot shower and moaned in delight, the hot water immediately relaxing her tense muscles. She just started washing her hair when she heard the tile squeak right outside of the shower. She threw the shower curtain open and sent a high kick into the body standing outside. "Son of a bitch!" Dean grunted, being thrown back into the wall, shirt half pulled over his head, boxers and jeans around his ankles.
"Dean, what the fuck? You don't sneak up on someone in the god damn shower!" River yelled.
Dean managed to untangle himself from his shirt, "Who the hell did you think it would be? A rugaru? You're in a damn house with three other hunters, all armed to the gills."
"Did I break you? Is anything broken? I mean besides your ego." she asked, pulling the curtain closed.
"Guy tries to be romantic and gets the shit kicked out of him," he muttered kicking off his pants.
"Interrupting a woman's shower is not romantic," River told him as he opened the shower curtain and climbed in next to her. She stepped back to let the hot water reach him and he moaned in bliss. Rivers eyes traced every inch of Deans body as the water ran down it, drop after sinful drop running in rivulets down his toned chest and abdomen, disappearing into the short, well maintained tufts of dark auburn pubic hair.
"Don't objectify me," Dean said, eyes still closed as he washed his hair. River threw her head back laughing and blushing at his outburst before Dean took her face in his hands and kissed her. Her hands traveled up Deans back as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. He moved his lips down her neck as his hand slowly ran up her inner thigh. She moaned and pushed her hips towards his hand.
"Don't use all my damn hot water!" Bobby banged on the door, causing River to yelp in surprise and nearly slip, only being caught be Deans quick reflexes.
"Jesus Christ Bobby! Ok!" Dean yelled back, turning around and turning off the water. He turned back to River smiling, "We'll have to try this again when theres not a crotchety old man around." River laughed again as her and Dean climbed out of the shower.