Part of my new verse. Please review even if its one word.
This is a sequel to a story I had in my head gonna give you the history.
Mary didn't die, the demon possessed John and grabbed Sam leaving Dean and Mary alone. She starts to hunt meat up with Cora a aunt to Isaac/Issiah that teach her more about the truth about the planes of the demon with children like Sam.
Mary is hunting down her husband and child. She leaves Dean at Ellen's where he meets Isaac as she get a track on John she has to kill him after intense fight. John the real John dies in Mary's embrace telling that Sam is dead that their baby is dead and the thing in Sam's body is not Sam at all. She leaves for Europe to track down ancestors to Samuel Colt. Dean gets to start hunt with Isaac as Cora gets murdered by the demon as she faces it.
In a warehouse Dean meets his brother that almost kill Isaac and he finds out Isaac's secret that he can heal quickly, he has to kill Sam.
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Dean Winchester started to stir by the sound of traffic outside his hand was clasped to another hand on his stomach. He felt a smile on his lips, so what if he was cheesy in love or thought of every single cheesy love poem when he was with him. It wasn't like he was gonna admit it anytime soon or try ever. He curled even more into the heat. His face nuzzling into the pillow, when he felt his lover stir he refused to wake up properly any time soon he snuggled the hand close to his chest like a child clutching its teddy bear. When his lover murmured something he had to stop the waking up progress so he rolled to his stomach taking his lover with him that muttered then pulled the cover up over their heads shielding them from the morning sun.
Dean loved the weight even if his body cracked and suffered later on. His lips lazy pouted out and kissed the palm bringing their entwined hands closer to his face. The other hand still under pillow and soon also entwined under the thin pillow that had seen better days like 40 years ago.
He was certain like he was certain that the fire burned that they were meant to be and all that cheesy things. There was no doubt he would go all Romeo on him and swallow poison or in his case shoot himself in the head if his lover died on him not that that was happening in his watch.
Love was like a beautiful curse, everybody got it in some point if ya didn't well... just you wait. Even rock stars that he worshiped sang of broken hearts and love. The second time he woke up it was his nose that could smell coffee.
He poked his head up from the flat pillow and then stumbled out the bed, coffee was his addiction. His face buried between two strong shoulder blades his hands resting on a flat strong stomach that would make Michelangelo seem like a kid's artist. "Coffee?"
"Mhmm" he replied to the soft manly voice that always stuck a nerve in him making his blood rush. He mention once to his lover that he totally could be a sex phone operator when they got too old to hunt. He was earned a firm annoyed look and a flush and a slap on his ass while he had faked moaned baby harder, Issiah had shook his head and walked away as Dean offered up his ass on a silver plate.
The sound of coffee purring down a cup made him hum, his dry sleepy lips pressed against the coco colored skin. His lover turned to face him offering the coffee and a kiss on the forehead. His lover was tall, six five almost. His hip narrow and bones poking which he adored, his body shaped like a V but not a big V he wasn't huge or lean he was in between and fucking perfect.
His brown coco eyes with a shimmer of yellow in them eyes almost feline, a small sharp with round edged nose and lips that would make Angelina Jolies lips seem narrow. High cheek bones and a beautiful beaming smile which made his knees go weak.
He was not embarrassed he was not shy about it, he had no problem staring and checking and sizing his lover up. He swallowed down and his lover cringed. "Never could understand how you can drink it so hot."
"Like things hot." He grinned and winked at the cheesy remark which made Isaac's eyes roll and turn to take his own cup and sit down on the chair. He looked exhausted, "couldn't sleep?"
"No. Can't get the image of that girl out of my mind."
"Hey, wasn't your fault okay? She chose to stay. Don't know why, if someone revengeful ghost was after me I'd blow it." Dean sat down stretching out like a cat and yawned big and swallowed down another big gulp his hand going under his t-shirt and scratched his stomach.
"Your right, but... ya think I would have learned by now not to take shit like that with me... but sometimes..."
"Some cases will always mean a little more then other." He spoke calmly and gestured with his hand, "Have you found another case?" hoping that it would get his lovers head out of the other case.
"Yeah Cleveland, another poltergeist."
"Yey" he replied sarcastically.
"Have your mother called yet?"
"You would have known if she did." Isaac frowned a little and stood up. "Shower?" He nodded "company?"
"Then we would never get out. Need to clear my head anyway."
Even if it had been going on for almost on and off for six years they never took that final step. Because lets face it, it was an exit not a come free to enter hole. A lot of sick thoughts had entered his mind like after would he be able hold in when he needed to take a dump or would it just like purr down.
He heard about the whole rimming thing and shuddered for one it smelled because it was a dumping hole second it couldn't taste nice, probably like shit or ass. So that was another thing they never did, blow job yes but even that wasn't very common it was more hands everywhere.
Once after a month of their sexual experiences at nineteen he thought he would be man enough to take it up his ass, he could take it... but when he like really looked at the very impressive manhood he thought, hell no.
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"I fucking hate small towns."
"I know what you mean, everybody knows everybody every body knows everybody's business but still there are allot of secret and a lot of sick things in these towns." His hand tapping to Don't fear the reaper while humming to the song, Isaac was looking out the window a book in his lap but not for research probably some famous author that every body claimed to be the best.
"Yeah... I didn't mean that. I meant... the narrow minds." Isaac said throwing the boring book back in the car, sitting in a car for hours and hours was never fun especially when you grew up in a car he felt sorry for his ass.
"Like?"
"Your gonna make me say it aren't you?" He questioned while stuffing his mouth with another fried snack, if he ate the way he did and didn't hunt he probably weigh more the contesters on biggest loser.
"Say what?"
"Towns like these aren't into... color. Black." He offered when Dean frowned not understanding.
"You're paranoid." Dean scoffed and his hand went between Isaac legs grinned wickedly as Isaac slapped his hand away and gave him the paper bag with the fried goodies.
"No I'm not, growing up with my aunt I got plenty of looks and even words. Towns like these are stuck on old thinking, there is no coincident that that the town history are full with dead black people."
"So revenge?" He questioned.
"Wouldn't be surprised their record isn't exactly spiky clean." He rolled the window down as he knew that Dean was gonna have gas any minute now. On cue he heard the sound effect of air hitting the skin and he shook his head poking his nose out the window.
When they arrived Dean felt a shiver down his spine. "This place creeps me out." Dean muttered as they got out of the cars he felt eyes on them as they walked into the dinner to fill their stomachs before continuing working.
"I concur." Isaac replied feeling eyes on him, he entered the dinner and glanced at Dean, "you owe me 50 bucks." He referred to the bet he made with Dean that he would get those exact looks.
"I'll work them off." Dean said with a grin gesturing with his body.
"Cheap." He laughed opening the door pushing in Dean playfully that shot him a dark intense look that made his stomach flip.
"For you... yep." Isaac chuckled and sat down feeling a nasty look on him as he sat down and the waitress came to him ignoring him and looking straight at Dean.
"May I take your orders?"
"Sure. Burger and French fries for me no pickles! and a big coke." She scribbled it down and was about to leave.
"Excuse me?" Isaac said a little stiff, she continued Dean gripped her wrist.
"I think you forgot his order." Dean said with a dangerous tone the female paled and looked at Isaac that felt costumer's looks and whispers.
"Its okay I lost my appetite." He gritted out leaving the dinner. Dean was quick behind him, he knew that Dean would want to say something, "Forget it, just do the job and leave. Before they put me on a freaking stake."
"Hey! Don't say shit like that." Dean gritted out, "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."
"I can take care of myself." He gritted out sometimes he questioned if Dean even realized that he wasn't a helpless little brat that couldn't do anything by himself.
"With the help of me." Dean offered with a grin and Isaac smiled softly.
As they researched in the library they bumped into an older female. "Oh sorry." Dean said reaching out to steady her.
"No problem. Oh you two are new, have you just moved here?"
"No... We're actually here on business." Isaac said to the female that nodded her head in return.
"Oh where are my manners, I'm Becky James." She offered a lean hand, she had red freckles skin and red hair that become a little grey with the years and matching grey eyes and she had green glasses and a flower dress that was on her chubby body.
"Dean Winchester."
"Isaiah Poem."
"That's a lovely last name." Isaac lips curved up. "I'm not gonna be in your way. I hope to see the pair of you again." She smiled at them in a secretive way like she knew their biggest secret or something. Dean shrugged and sat down looking at the pile of books.
Four hours later of reading the towns history he wasn't surprised that there were so many killings. The town's history was anything but innocent. "This… god… in 87 the last afro American family left this town. Their six year old son Billy ´drowned´ in the lake."
"He drowned?"
"Yeah but that's not right, he was probably murdered. The father's business just happened to burn down, and a week later Billy the boy that had simmers diplomat just happened to drown." Dean saw how upset Isaac was and was about to speak when Isaac continued. "Seems like Eric had a girlfriend... not any girlfriend but the chapel's caretaker's daughter." Isaac said scratching his cheek as it started to itch he needed to shave soon.
"So... what does that mean?" Dean questioned.
"It means that Becky can give us a clue, she dated him."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Let's go."
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Becky opened the door looking pleased to see them again, "Miss James." Isaac said greeting.
"I told you boys to call me Becky. Please come in."
"Thank you." They sat down by the chairs and she smiled gently at them.
"What can I help you boys with?"
"You can start about telling us about Eric."
"You remind me of him." She said with a smile to Dean that grinned.
"Really?"
"Yes, Eric had the same crooked grin. Always the charmer." There was a sadness in her eyes. "I miss him so much."
"Do you... can you tell us what happened?"
"Of course. My father wasn't the most open minded man, he had already planning giving me away to Clyde as his husband. I of course refused as I wanted to marry Eric. He of course became mad with rage, he threaten me that if I didn't marry Clyde he would send me to a nun convict. So I planed to run away from this town and marry Eric. We made planes to meet at a motel. He promised to meet me... but he never came... I waited for two weeks..." she sniffed broken hearted, "I... I was carrying his child."
"What happen to the child if I may ask?" Isaac questioned offering a napkin as she started to weep.
"I... my father forced me to do an abortion. You have to understand I was seventeen it was 1990 I had no place to go... I just..." she sobbed broken hearted.
"Four weeks later you found out that he was dead?"
"Yes... they found his body by the river." She sobbed. Isaac and Dean exchanges glance. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"I just... don't understand why... why are people dying now? After so many years?"
"The death started ten years ago correct?"
"Yes?"
"Did you not go out with Clyde?"
"Are you saying it's my fault?"
"No." Isaac quickly said reassuring her but looked at Dean that had the same thought, Isaac wouldn't be happy if his lover started to date his murder. He would be furious and wipe out everybody that had any part of his murder.
"I just... been alone for 20 years, I never married. Never had children... I know I'm old but... I'm just tired of being alone." She sobbed her cat jumping of the couch and sat down by the window.
"I understand." Dean offered softly tapping her shoulder as emotional things wasn't his thing.
"But to what use? Clyde's dead now too and so are his friends..."
"Miss James... do you believe in ghosts?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, we... believe that it's Eric that's responsible for the killings. Sometimes ghosts gets angry, especially when their death was abrupt or... when they were murdered."
"Murdered?"
"Yes... we... found evidence that your father Clyde, Mr. Hawk and Roberts and Adams are responsible for Eric not meeting you at that motel."
"What... no..."
"I'm sorry, but... before that since years back many... Afro-American in this town has been... murdered or chased away from town."
"No many moved..."
"I'm sorry a few actually got away, you must have witness hate crimes..."
"Yes but..." she sighed, "I'm not proud over it... but I chose to close my eyes to it... I couldn't stand it... so much suffering. Eric... he use to warn me and tell me... but I chose not to listen. He had bunch of theories about the missing persons but... I said it... wasn't possible... I mean it was the 90's... we... that sort of thinking should have died a very long time ago..."
"Unfortunelly their not, their very much alive to this day." Isaac said with gritted teeth, Becky looked at him in pain.
"I just... Can't... refuse to believe..."
"That what? Refuse to believe that hate crimes still occur? Open your eyes Becky their still accruing. Its no accident that more killing is starting after Billy died."
"No! Billy drowned!"
"Yes but who held him under the water?" Isaac snapped out. Becky sobbed heavily.
"I... I... I just wanted to be with Eric... just to be happy. I... I don't want to know because it hurts so much."
"That you close your eyes won't mean that it will go away Becky." Dean offered seeing his lover upset, he hated that he hated to see him upset.
"I know... what... what can I do?"
"Well... do you know where he's buried?"
"No, they... just..." she choked on her voice."They just... buried him in the woods."
"The one by the church?"
"No the one by the swamp."
"Thank you Becky." Dean stood up tugging Isaac with him.
"Wait! What are you gonna do?!"
"You don't wanna know."
"I need to know dammit!"
"Really? You had 20 years to find his body and burry him properly! But you didn't. You can't blame your father for that!" Isaac growled almost out.
"Don't you think I've searched? I searched for years. Never could find him."
"Goodbye."
"You have to understand..."
"We don't need to understand nothing." Dean snapped pulling Isaac with him leaving Becky alone in the house in her self pity.
Dean looked around at the grounds, so many bones... so many people murdered and dumped his eyes burned almost he looked at Isaac that was looking at the bones in anguish he had the salt and the lighter in his hand. "Don't"
"What?" Isaac questioned.
"We'll take the bones and bury them at the Cemetery, it will give some of the souls peace... let them die. Let all the fucking fuckers die." He referred to the town people Isaac looked at Dean that shook his head.
"We can."
"You mean you can't. Go to the car I'll fix this." Isaac stood put for while but then looked at the children bones and left for the car.
It wasn't until they were hundreds of miles from the town Isaac spoke. "I... that town isn't the only town... how many more towns have blood on their hands?"
"I don't know..." Dean said silently his hands gripped around the wheel.
"I think Becky knew."
"Knew what?"
"Knew about her father killing Eric... about everything... she pretty much admitted to closer her eyes..."
"Yeah..."
"I also think she knew about us..."
"You think?"
"Yes... it makes me wonder."
"About what?"
"Gay people in general have problems fitting in, constant looks and nasty words. Many people say they accept but as soon they actually see they get disgusted. Their still people that can't accept different ethnicity... I... get so fucking frustrated. What makes one ethnicities think their better then another?" He demanded a reply from Dean that looked at him.
"Hey I'm with you. For the record I'm not gay... just for you. Secondly... I don't know. Some just get... scared."
"For what? That I'm not white?! What makes white so pure and right?!"
"Isaiah! Hey! I get that you're upset. But there are not just white people that are racists."
"I know." Isaac said defeated feeling suddenly very tired.
"Does it bother you?" Dean suddenly choked out after awhile.
"Bother me what?"
"That we're not the same ethnicity?" There was a silence, a stiff silence. Not even a knife could cut then tension in the car.
"Let me ask you this, does it bother you I'm not white?"
"Hell no, does it bother you that I'm white?"
"No."
"Then I guess there's not a problem."
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It wasn't as romantic in the morning, nope not at all. It was very uncomfortable. He was about to move away when he felt kisses on his shoulder blade. Then a steady hand on his hips, as Isaiah trusted in it burned like hell. He bit down on the pillow as he moved in and out as there was a pleasure mixed with the burn the burn taking over. His hand went down to his manhood stroking himself and felt a slap on his hand.
Their hands entwined on his stomach and he bit harder on the pillow as the speed went higher. Finally there was release for Isaiah and he pulled away, Dean felt his eyes drum almost his eyes felt a burn.
He was rolled to his back and his eyes squeezed shut as he was kissed on his chest, then the kisses went down. He gasped, choking on air.
He made a sound that warned and felt release, his body trembling slightly. "You okay?"
"Yeah"
"You're sure?"
"Yes, not gonna take a dump for while dough." Isaac nose wrinkled his whole face grimaced before turning amused.
"You're sick."
"Who's sicker? The one that took it or the one that did it?" Isaac shook his head kissing him and sat up on his heels.
"Shower and brush teeth."
"Come and morning breath doesn't mix?"
"Nope... fell nauseas." He admitted.
"Hey, you could have spit."
"Yeah cuz that classy."
"Pucking is less classy." Dean offered and Isaac stood up. "This time I am joining you!" he shouted as Isaac left him on the bed panting. His heavy limps moved with its will power to the shower, Isaac held the soap up. "What? A joke about prison?" Isaac rolled his eyes.
"More like thought I'd be nice and wash your back but if you..." Dean showed his back and Isaac chuckled. His fingers buried into stiff muscular his brow furred worried. "You're very tense... what's wrong?"
"Slept funny." The lie spilling from his lips quickly, nothing in his body gave away or his voice that he lied, he had shaped that skill perfectly he could pass a lie detector without a sweat. His head dropped down to his chest as the strong hands rubbed into his neck stretching tension.
Of course he was tense, his mother hadn't connected him yet. He didn't know where she was or what condition she was in. Also getting news from Bobby that three hunters from the road house had passed away wasn't really reassuring when there was a war going on, a war that had been going on for millions of years. But now they were losing the war too many soldiers were falling and soldiers/hunters weren't' exactly on the employ list in the job section in news papers.
"If you're uncomfortable you can always move or wake me up." Isaac offered his thumbs burring into the stress muscular. Fingers stroking over ripples of scars, his lips pressed against his lovers golden skin he reached for the shampoo hoping to smooth his lover to relaxation in the hot shower.
"Could but wont. Damn that feels good." He hummed his eyes closing. There was a pain in his side that kept bugging him but he chose to ignore it.
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"You're pale."
"I'm always pale."
"Paler then usual. Paler that your ass."
"That can't be good." Dean joked making a memo of tanning his pale ass that was still sore after a night of aggressive fun. Isaac's hand rested on his forehead then removed it glancing around him and stretched his back intimidating those who looked at their direction.
"Dean I'm serious... you're really pale."
"I'm white dude of course I'm pale." Dean said with a roll of his eyes trying to smooth Isaac from worry, "hey Isaiah I'm fine."
"You have a fever. Maybe you should go back to the motel."
"Perhaps I should finish the job."
"I can do it on my own, it's just a spirit."
"No."
"Why not."
"I'll go itchy and worried in the room."
"Dean... you know that I can do it by myself."
"Humor me." Isaac rolled his eyes.
"Dean I'm serious, I'm not defenseless I'm the opposite."
"Se that's why I need to keep my eye on you. You'll take unnecessary risks. Just... c'mon I'm fine." Isaac shook his head.
"You're so frustrating sometimes."
"Well boohoo."
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Isaac supported Dean's limp body at his side sweet purring down his back his fist smashed against Bobby's front door. "What the hell." Bobby said as he open the door dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
"I need your help."
"Get in." He let them pass he quickly went to Dean's other side helping Isaac carrying him to the bed and let Dean's limp body drop that groaned. "Here." He gave a glass to Isaac that swallowed it down proving that he wasn't possessed.
"Your turn."
"Excuse me?"
"I need to know that I can trust you." Bobby looked suspicious at Isaac that was sweating badly he looked beat and in a state of hysteria.
"Alright." He heard a click that Isaac put the safety on the shot gun under his arm and put it down. "Why the hell did you take him here? He needs a hospital."
"We were at the hospital!"
"What?!" Bobby burst out as he put pressure on the open wound on Dean that started to murmur incoherent words.
"He was getting operated his imdipendex, the whole freaking place just went nuts. Doctors got possessed and started to carve Dean instead of helping him."
"What did you do?"
"I killed them."
"Right, c'mon I need you to hold pressure while I get my bag." Isaac big hand rested on the open wound looking at Dean worried as hell.
"C'mon baby you can make it your strong c'mon don't dare to leave me now ya hear!" Then his forehead pressed against Dean's "Please baby don't leave me not now not like this." He pleaded with all of his being looking up as Bobby entered.
"Okay clean your hands with this." Isaac poured the liquor on his hands and they ripped Dean's shirt open that groaned. "Dean this will hurt."
"Hey." Dean said to Isaac that looked at him, Dean offered a very weak crooked smile, "IvuvU" Before passing out. Isaac looked at Bobby that looked at the open wound.
Dean stirred his body felt heavy and limp, he couldn't move anything as when he tried everything burned right down to his core. His eyes fluttered open a blurry he saw a familiar face sitting on the floor his head resting on his hand on the bed. "Issiah" He choked out with a dry throat. "Isaac?" He looked around right this wasn't the hospital. Right evil doctors. Forrest. Isaac cursing at him, begging him not to leave. "Issiah?"
"Mmmm"
"Water." Isaac's eyes snapped open at the request, his hands immediately searched to Dean's pale face.
"You're alive."
"Mm"
"Water right." Dean couldn't even chuckle as Isaac jumped up almost like a cartoon and ran around finding water for him, when he finally got it, the water was like fire burning down. "You gave me quite the scare, it was touch and go for a very long time."
"Sorry."
"Not your fault, that was some fucked up shit Dean. Their coming for us." Dean let his head drop to the pillows, he glanced down at his chest his stomach was messed up the skin was all read around the bandages. "You'll get ugly scars."
"My Greek sculpture body ruined." His voice hoarse and weak Isaac smiled softly.
"It's not safe here. Or anywhere."
"What else is new?"
"Dean, over fifteen doctors got possessed and three nurses that I could count! They wanted you dead, not that they don't always do but this is different, they really wanted you dead so the almost exposed themselves. We need to find out why. Why you're a big target."
"I thought you were the target."
"I am. And now... so are you."
"Reassuring"
"Yeah... Dean... what if your... brother was right?" Dean looked away.
"It wasn't my brother Issiah. My brother died in the nursery along with my father that night." Isaac nodded his head in agreement.
"Your family... I mean... you were the first born... it should have been you... that the demon wanted."
"Well it wasn't."
"You're sure?"
"What ya mean? That I got... gifts like you and Sam?" Isaac nodded. "No. It's not possible for one I should have felt one of them, two my blood is clean from any Sapher. Three I'm just not, I'm gonna go to sleep if you don't mind."
"Dean I didn't mean..." Dean shut his eyes and Isaac sighed defeated. "Your right Dean..." he murmured and stood up looking out the window. Bobby was feeding the dogs a stake and looking around. "I'm just worried. For you… Dean… If I didn't come in… don't want to think… Dean I can't lose you I just can't your all I have."
"Love you to dork." Isaac's lip tugged up. "Its gonna be okay. Two against them all remember?" Isaac nodded chuckling remembering when he said it at eight. Dean took Isaac hand kissing his thumb where there was a thin scar, "promise as soon as I can get on my feet will find my mom and kill this son of a bitch."
"Good. There's a lot of work a head of us Dean."
"With you and me babe the odds are in our favor. Do me a favor."
"Anything."
"Kiss me."
THE END
7 september 07