March 18, 2009 12:04PM
Bobby Singer's House
Trent had been watching the house since Dean and the unnamed red head returned with Sam, some might have confused the red head for Von but her hair and height were all wrong, as was her smell. The one detail that Trent could discern from her was that she was another witch, another red headed witch, he growled in distaste what did these people have, a sick fetish? He kept his distance and masked his scent; soon the opportunity would present itself for him to make his move. Bobby and Sorcha left, hours later it was the red head's turn to go and a while after that Dean left solo and took the Impala with him, which meant they left Sam in the house all by his lonesome. Trent needed to have a very serious discussion with Sam and he had the patience of a saint to prove it waiting till the scents of all parties were clear from the area before taking his first step from the bushes towards the house.
His movements were unnaturally graceful and light despite his evident condition from the large and more empty than full bottle of whiskey he gripped in his hand, it was the only thing he had to eat or drink in days. Entering into the house went surprisingly without incident and Trent neatly tucked his lock-picking kit into his jean pocket before closing the door, the hinges creaked and no amount of WD-40 would have been able to stop it. It was an unfortunate noise but it did not sway Trent from his purpose and he locked the door and sniffed his way around the house his body tensing when he could still detect the faint trace of Von's scent, memories of her making pained tears flush to his eyes that began to swirl leopard green from their gentle and wounded hazel-brown.
Finding the basement door was no hard task; Sam's musk was drenched all over the area and intensified when Trent opened the door to make his way down the wooden steps. The area was dark when he closed the door behind him and never went for the light switch, he could see as clearly as if it were day, stumbling slightly on the last step from his inebriation he corrected his balance and turned to face the heavy iron door. Trent stalked towards it having no need to set his bottle down to unlock the weighty mechanism one hand on the wheel would do the trick. The iron clinched, cranked and clanked giving out a dull thud before it was pulled open, grinding against itself until it was riding on it's own hinges and not the door jamb.
Sucking back on the bottle was his next step before he leaned hard against the iron side, feeling the magick ward prickling at his skin, so that was why he hadn't seen Sam in days he was trapped in here, been a bad, bad puppy. "Sam," Tren't voice was a harsh mixture of anger, drink and tears.
His vibrant green eyes were bloodshot and fever bright with fresh sorrow and his appearance matched the harsh unkemptness of his voice, it had been a slow spiraling descent ever since he heard of Von's death. He was covered with mud and blood that mingled with his own musk and he hadn't set foot in clean warm water ever since he caught wind of Sam in the area and had been following him since. His whole body shook with nerves, muscles twitching unable to fully relax even if he commanded them to. Trent stayed on the threshold of the room breathing in Sam more and more and feeling what remained of Von's magick pressing against his skin.
"Tell me...what happened Sam, tell me what you did," Trent's voice was tight and cruel with the force to make it sound human and not animal, not some vicious pained cry to demand justice that Trent wanted. Justice that would put his own life in danger's path.
Sam hadn't even guessed who was coming, he just knew that someone was here and when he saw Trent, drinking and looking like he needed a serious bath and more. "Trent, I don't think you want to know what happened," he spoke, knowing instantly what the other animal was talking about. He was referring to Von. "I can't tell you, I can't forget it and I'd rather not relive it like I have been for nearly two months. If that is why you are here then maybe you should leave. You shouldn't be drinking either Trent, it's not good for what we are."
He knew he went to far but he needed to tell Trent that he couldn't tell him. In fact he didn't want to. Telling him would break him more and probably anger him more and with the drinking his judgment might already be over the border than what it should be. Sam wondered why Trent was more in a hole and why he was late on the draw on coming to find out about Von. He wasn't sure what the right move was right now, he was cautious as he kept eyes on the wereleopard and placed it so he was a good distance, at the ready and he swore he heard a giggle flit around him but he dared not to look, and he knew that Trent didn't hear it. No, it was his hallucinations again.
Trent's eyes narrowed into glowing green slits as his lips pulled back into an inhuman growl that revealed sharp fangs and he moved into the room like a pissed off freight train headed right for Sam, the preppy son of a bitch was going to get more than a piece torn out of him. "Where do you get off lecturing me?"
The last word came out more as a roar and without warning he chucked the bottom heavy glass bottle at Sam's head. He had been a Were far longer than Sam had, he knew what he could and could not take and it pissed him off down to his core that Sam was taking this more lightly than he should have been. With something distracting the wolf the bottle struck his shoulder breaking on impact against the wall and with the further distraction Trent lunged towards Sam sparing no mercy on his attack. Elongated nails tore into Sam's chest, searching through meat and tendon to his ribs only to pull back and punch him three swift times in the sternum the force causing the bone to give a brittle popping sound.
Trent knew exactly what happened, he wanted to see if Sam would admit to it being his fault, Von was dead because of him and he had tried for the past two months to let it go but it only grew and hardened inside of him tearing him apart from the inside out until he couldn't take it anymore and all these years of being well behaved and not having a break down were set back to zero. Yanking Sam's head back with an angry fistful of hair Trent bit down into the other man's shoulder, sinking his fangs are far as they would go and chewing, tearing and swallowing the chunks of meat and hot blood that flowed into his mouth until he hit Sam's collar bone.
Sam's screams were a dull background noise to the pounding of his own heart in his ears and when he pulled up for air he drove his knee into Sam's groin to knock him onto his knees. Trent was boiling fever hot, tearing his clothes from his body to release some of the heat dropping to all fours while his spine rippled under his skin. Letting out a roar as it shifted back into place he pounced on top of Sam, knees landing simultaneously on Sam's kidneys he scratched off ribbons of the other man's flesh with his claws like a cat would with a scratching post.
His hands rose and faster than humanly possible, he inhaled, eyes amber, rolling them over so they were standing as he tossed Trent into the wall. Sam rushed at Trent and pushed his eyes back to normal while he punched, refusing to turn or show any form of his wolf self. He had just got out of that and he didn't want to fall again. It wasn't too much the matter that he might get lost completely, he could control it before, he was worried that he couldn't control it now...so soon. Punching upwards while his other hand held Trent's throat. The force of the punch making the pressure build upwards so Sam imagined his stomach feeling like it was in his mouth.
The tall hunter lifted and tossed. He needed tranquilizer darts and without thinking he ran to the door only to hit the invisible barrier and fall to the ground, rolling quickly and around an instinct for an animal to check on where the other one was. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lecture or talk down to you. But Trent...I am not fighting you like you are fighting me. I'll fight with strength but I'm not going to stoop to that low that I was at. I killed...I killed three people and no one knows except you, I fell so deep. You don't know what I am going through! Sure you are going through pain," he said, growling as he countered Trent's next attack. "But I'm going through more of it. Do you know what is even going on in the world beyond the fact that Von was dead and yes it was fault. I don't dare think it wasn't. Lucifer if free and after me and now I'm hallucinating."
Miss of the nails and Sam twisted Trent's arm behind his back and broke the shoulder. Pushing him away and giving them space. He didn't want to hurt Trent and as he was healing from what Trent had done to him, but even so the breaking of his shoulder wasn't something he was happy about.
"I left Von at the motel when we all separated. I left her because I thought I was saving her. I thought I was saving everyone, so I went with a demon Ruby and I didn't think that she was using me and I know that now I should never have placed even a small bit of trust in her. When Von showed up at that convent, I didn't know that killing Lilith would set on the Apocalypse but do you realize that I didn't even think that Von would get to that convent to die? She wouldn't have died if I hadn't left, she wouldn't have died if she had found out where I was! It was my fault, my wrong decision. I have been haunted by that moment, watching her die and you weren't there so stop feeling so horrible about it. I fucked up and I fucking..."
Sam stopped, tears were now coming down his face and he looked away when he shouldn't have but he felt a hand on his cheek, turning towards the direction of Trent and a little off to the side and he was now looking at Von. Horror filled his eyes and he couldn't ignore her anymore. He was sorry; he couldn't stop whispering that as he fell to his knees on the floor, staring up at Von as she stared down at him. Trent wanted to know, he now knew and what with how Trent was, Sam wasn't sure he was sane enough to fend off the wereleopard. When Von reached out to him, her head tilted as watching on in amusement at his pain almost as if he was doing something cute or shy.
"Don't touch me," he pushed her hand away and he rushed at the wall to get away, she was gone when he looked back. "She's back. She's not dead anymore. You should know that but as you can see she isn't here. We don't know where she is."
Trent was hunched nursing his shoulder as it healed, which didn't take long at all, and while it healed he listened to Sam ramble on about his guilt and the details of Von's demise. Sam's admittance didn't make him feel any better about losing Von but there was no guilt in his attacks on the wolf, for Sam to say he hurt more than Trent only fanned the flames of his anger. This was Von he was talking about not Sam's stupidity for freeing Lucifer or that he was getting what he deserved by hallucinating about who knows what. He knew exactly what Sam was going through.
"I loved her." He stood and popped the mended shoulder back into place before striding over to Sam. "So go ahead and tell me how much greater your pain is compared to mine Sam, how your love means more than mine does!"
He grabbed the tall brunette without noticing Sam's attention was way off in left field, that he was seeing things that had not shown themselves to Trent's eyes. One thing was that he could smell the fear, Trent didn't know where it was coming from because despite his attacks he doubted Sam was afraid of him but it was there all the same. If Sam had any brains under all that hair he should have known to keep his mouth shut, every time he opened it there was some accusation that poor Sam was suffering more than Trent was. He loved Von with all of his being and he had kept his distance to keep her safe, what had Sam done to protect her, leave her in a motel room and hope that she wouldn't follow? If he cared for her at all he would have made the sacrifice of his own heart and pushed her away for her own good, Trent could see that Sam was selfish as well as self-righteous, always thinking he knew what was best.
Trent flung Sam across the room like he was a sack of potatoes, there was a twinge of sympathy for the wolf in his grief he had killed three people but an excuse was an excuse. Sam had no control over what he was, when Trent had heard the news he didn't go on a bloodthirsty rampage to quell his sorrows, he hadn't killed a single soul though he had a mind to kill Sam. Trent knew what he was and he had been able to tell right off the bat that Sam was constantly trying to separate himself into two sides when there was just one of him, wholly undisciplined. Halfway to Sam Trent stopped mid-stride, nostrils flared at the phantom scent of Von that wafted through the room like wildflowers. As soon as he picked it up it was gone, shaking his head he bridged the gap between Sam and him and laid his fist into Sam's head, grabbing him by the throat to stare deep into the blue-green eyes and the tear stained face with his own watery orbs.
"You can't tell me I loved her any less than you did." Fresh tears shook themselves loose from his lashes, he wanted to kill Sam, and he really wanted to, this was all his fault, every last horrible drop of it.
He could have killed him or at least come very close, they both could have died defending themselves from the other, bones were broken and blood painted the walls in vibrant splatters until it dried to a metallic brown. The fight raged on, whatever was left of the clothing they wore was ruined by blood and tears and both men lay there, so very close to the other, as they healed and rested emotions spent on the violently physical task of pounding the other into an inch of their lives. Trent cried quietly in his sleep while his brain tried to process that Sam had told him that Von was alive, she was back, Sam had never said how but that little bit of information was enough to send his unconscious mind reeling with numerous possibilities both frightening and wonderful.
Waking slowly Trent could hear the steady breathing of Sam as he too slept, exhausted from the exertion of stopping Trent from killing him. He turned on his side and watched Sam quietly, his heart still warring with sympathy and hate for the man who had not only gotten the love of his killed but had kick started the Apocalypse. Rolling onto his hands and knees with cat-like grace he approached Sam, scenting the air around him, the sharp smell of fresh blood filling his nostrils and his eyes landed on a nasty gash on Sam's chest that was taking it's time healing no thanks to Trent's precision work.
Would Sam mind one animal to another if Trent were to clean the wound as way of an apology? He wasn't so much in the mood to kill Sam right now the fight took that want out of him, now all he felt was hollow and numb and he couldn't make up his mind what was worse. Without realizing it Trent's face had drifted closer to the wound, lifting it up he checked to see if Sam was still asleep. Seeing he was, Trent went to sniff the laceration again, his tongue tentatively coming out to lick the edge of it. Two more slow gentle licks at the edge and Trent proceeded to drag his tongue across the length of it, collecting the blood on his tongue and swallowing as he brought his tongue down again to repeat with another slow gentle lick.
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3:12pm
He wasn't sure what had really gone on after a while. Sam knew he was sleeping but the dream was more like a nightmare. Flashback to that day that he had left Von. Seeing everything he had seen in clarity and then he could suddenly see from Von's point of her. Her thoughts and feelings and then skipping to the moment of her death where Ruby killed her. A different scene popped into his head and he swore he saw a place, a nice place that wasn't all bad. It was a nice cottage in the woods, surrounded by lush greenery and flowers beginning to bloom in different varieties.
It's real. This place is real.
Why he thought that he didn't really know but he accepted it all the same. It was a sign that he needed to go there, but not yet he couldn't really leave the place and leave his brother. He couldn't leave people again to fend for themselves and wonder where he was. When the time would come then he would know when to go there. That was what he was gathering. He'd never been there before. Feeling something on his body that was wet and brushing close to a specific wound that was taking its time healing, Sam stirred as the movement had been going on for a while. Slowly opening his orbs he inhaled and searched with his eyes as they landed on Trent. The man was away from him and cleaning his hands like any cat would.
The hunter sat up. Checking down at his chest he could see less blood that was there and it was still glistening where there wasn't any that clarified that he had felt what he really felt. Trent had been cleaning him. However awkward for him and him being Sam he wasn't used to a lot of things that he should be being a Were. He removed the torn shirt and bloodied shirt. So much for the clothing Dean had lent him. They sat in silence for a while, then something picked up on their hearing as they upturned their head tot he ceiling. Someone was home.
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Donnie walked through the door to the Singer house. Someone had offered her a ride home that was a teenager thinking that he was all that. She had accepted but condoned nothing else as she was more focused on the songs she had been playing in that auditorium. Still needed a book to write them in. Removing her jacket and setting down her iPod onto the side table at the front door.
Moving into the study and continuing into the kitchen to double check that Sam hadn't figured a way out. She had received Dean's text. If anything went wrong to call, and of course check on his little brother. The red head turned and went to the basement door to do so. There was a different feel as she descended the steps and she furrowed her brow. Being drawn to something else and finding that the door to the room was open made her worry. Quickly and slowly meeting the barrier she looked inside and found Sam but with another person. Another...Were.
"Who are you?" Donnie was sort of calm while the rest of her was prepared to fight but the feeling of drawn to this wereanimal was not so horrifying or even a matter of being pushed away like Sam's was. He already had a witch. This man sort of did have one but it wasn't so concrete and tied. Sam's felt that way. Mate. Donnie held back on the affects that Were's have on witches and vise versa. "And if you even think about asking me to let you out after coming in this house and in this room over the barrier, you are wrong. Someone explain. Now."
Don't stare at him. Their eyes make it harder to resist the pull if I stare. Some find their Were like some find their mate that they live with their whole life. A Were has one witch that they will fully be with in that same way...only it has to be a bloodline witch. No. Don't stare and try and ignore though every fiber is sparking inside. This is different. I'm scared; I don't know what to do with this information.
This woman was so hostile and Trent's nose crinkled curiously at her behavior, picking out patterns of scent that lended themselves to more curiosity. Blinking and tilting his head to the side and then back to Sam as he quietly asked for some advice on the matter of dealing with this stranger he turned his kind hazel-brown orbs to the red head feeling the magnetism she had towards him only made him hesitate in reply.
"Trent Brighton and I wouldn't think to have you let me out, not with the poor way I've behaved."
He would admit his ill judgment but there would be no apology running from his lips about his actions or what he took out on Sam. He was okay now, for the time being; yet with how he was dealing he might just need another sparring match with Sam. It was a strange thing to have a sudden respect and empathy for one who he used to hate so blindly for causing the one he loved to die, but Trent wasn't a bad person a little unstable maybe but not bad, he had never hated anyone in his whole life and if he had that anger never lasted.
"And you are?"
He returned sitting up straighter and adjusting the scraps of clothing that were left on his person which didn't last long as he soon fiddled with them enough to cause them to tear off and then he started to tear the smaller pieces between his fingers. Noticing a smudge of blood he licked it off the back of his hand without thinking, thoughts drifting back to wanting to take a nap after cleaning Sam and then most of himself, he had accepted what he was years ago, it was too hard to deny. Trent couldn't understand what was stopping Sam from doing the same.
So polite. Donnie blinked caught off guard and she instantly felt horrible for being so mean sounding. Apparently something had happened, fighting and she wouldn't pry but she could gain a guess that it was something that Sam had done to upset this man named Trent. "I'm Donnie St. Lewis."
Oh yeah sound so guilty. Trent. Nice name and he's not bad looking, he's actually extremely gorgeous and again very polite. Damn it. Why am I drawn to the torn type? Actually why am I drawn to this Were more than others?
Sam could tell the change in Donnie, he could tell that she didn't like being mean to people or sounding off putting. It made him smile slightly, she really was so much different compared to the women he knew. The red head ran her hand through her hair and pulled it off to one shoulder and started to lean against the open doorway, braiding the strands in small amounts without thinking about it. She wanted to look into Trent's eyes. She had learned of this stuff but sadly what she didn't learn was how bad it could get for that magnetic pull. It wasn't as if it was bad or anything, but she just met him and yeah Dean and her were just friends but...fuck she just met him and she was not going through this mindset again. This time it wasn't the same. With Dean it was normal. With Trent...it was beyond normal.
"Um, so, I guess...hungry? Need pillows, blankets...water? Um...I'm sort of new to this dealing with Were's." That sentence alone was hard for her to get out as her eyes fluttering around Trent and she swore her breathing was getting harder to come out when she would accidentally get close to looking right at Trent. If she did she knew she'd be done for and wouldn't stop staring, hell she wouldn't count out walking in to the den of two animals just from how the pull was.
A shower would be lovely.Trent perked up at the sound of food, his stomach sounding loudly in the presence of Donnie and Sam, it had been days since he had eaten anything solid he had been starving himself for Sam, he didn't want all that meat to go to waste. Licking his lower lip Trent dragged his tongue thoughtfully over his left canine; rubbing his flat stomach the dried blood flaked off onto the floor in tiny specks. "Food and water would be great."
Trent smiled with a very human set of teeth as he looked at Donnie and he knew how hard she was trying not to look at him, in his eyes he could see how tense her muscles were, could hear her heart pounding could smell her sweat. He knew it was the magnetism that true witches had with certain Lycanthrope breeds, no one had ever tried to explain it at least he had never heard the story, it simply was. Her energy would timidly float around but he would push it away or rather resist and move out of it's way, it wasn't that she was forcing it upon him but he wasn't completely interested, his heart belonged to Von whether she had a mate or not. Trent didn't want to fight Sam for the right, he was too easy going and maybe he never had what it took to be an Alpha but he would fight to avenge her, and if she was back as Sam had said to defend her as well.
Laying back down on the ground Trent stretched and relaxed staring up at the large fan behind the iron shod Devil's Trap, he couldn't escape unless someone let him out and that someone had to know how to deal with magick. Trent had no idea what type of spell Von had initially used to set this up, she had several varieties of wards and this one was probably crafted special for Weres, Von was a genius like that.
That was when her eyes landed on him, when he lay down and stretched his body and she felt like she had been punched in the chest, all air went out and her heart just pinged. Donnie inhaled sharply and it was really loud, eyes widening as if she was coming back to life or something. Sam watched her when she stumbled backwards and tripped over her own feet as she ran to the stairs. Running the stairs two at a time and muttering 'No' over and over again as if she was fending off some kind of...he couldn't place it. Confusion marred him and he knew that Donnie was going to get them some things because he could hear her moving but he could also hear her frustrations as she was talking to herself or another being. Chastising her mother about not telling her about Were's and connections.
Such a weird red head.
Bringing his eyes to Trent to see what had got Donnie so riled he scrutinized hard, as if he was deep into researching a book or a website, trying to find the answer. What did Donnie see that made her react so huge? When he noticed that Trent was staring at the ceiling, he too tilted his head to bring his sights there. Were's and connections. What did that mean? He was so confused and he wasn't sure if he should ask because he might sound stupid to Trent or if he was intruding on something.
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She breathed like a woman would in the delivery room and bringing forth a baby to the world. Her hand was on her heart where it was pounding and a magickal essence flowed all around and it made her want to scream out at the intensity of the pull. There was one thing she could not do and that was look into his eyes. If she looked both of them would be goners. Or so she assumed, but from what she had learned from her mother's journal was that she had met her Were and the eyes were important. "Fuck you mom, why didn't you explain it more?" she cursed at the ceiling as she gathered a few pillows and blankets for the boys as well as herself after she had seen the mattress on the floor outside the panic room for convenience or had been used at one time when needing to keep an eye on someone.
Taking food, drinks, and then she stopped. Her hands were full and her mind had grabbed other things like a bucket, towels and soap for shower and she was sure that there was a basin down there as well but she couldn't believe how much power she was using without even thinking. Her mouth was open in shock and her eyes were watering slightly in fright. Ever since she got back into using her full power she had been doing more and now that there was a Were in the basement that she felt so strongly pulled to. It frustrated her. It wasn't that Trent wasn't a nice looking man or nice, because he was but she was scared...her mother had left her father for that Were that she had been connected to and it wound up resulting in all three of them being killed for the connection.
Pushing the watering back and allowing the stuff to still be used and carried down behind her and in her arms, she made it to the basement and watched the items float in to the room just inside the barrier before she set herself up to sit on the mattress. She would stay down here to watch them. It wasn't like anyone else was here to and she was all alone with Sam and the intruder that she wanted to dislike.
No. I will not look in his eyes, I will not get into this. I am not like all the other bloodline witches and I am not my fucking mother!
Scared. So scared and intrigued. "Hope that will help, I just kind of grabbed everything and anything that might be good."
"Thanks...Donnie are you okay?" Sam asked.
Donnie flicked her eyes to him, "Y-yeah. I'm just...I'm just hungry too you know?"
"Mm, me too." Trent grabbed a handful of the food placed out in front of them, dinner buns and pulled pork and started to stuff his face losing all concentration except on the food.
One sandwich down and another half eaten Trent was in happy land forgetting all about being trapped in a room with a werewolf that he had previously tried to kill. Licking the sauce off his fingers each with a light smacking noise Trent's eyes came back to his surroundings, inspecting, memorizing, then his eyes landed on Donnie with the same quiet discerning gaze. He had heard her rambling upstairs as well about witches, Weres and connections and the curses directed at her mother for not preparing her. Trent supposed dealing with Weres was a difficult thing especially for those that were not experienced with such matters and witches above all could find it problematic because of unnatural influences.
The connection.
Trent had been able to hide what he was from Von for the longest time, using magick to cloak the animal energy that wafted off of him. He had since lost the mojo bag and never had the chance to replace it so his primal aura was free to float around him, affecting unsuspecting witches. The wereleopard suspected there was something off about Donnie since she first became aware of his existence, since she first saw him but his mind forever rested on the fact that Von was alive and nothing else mattered but finding her again.
I just have to figure out how to get out of here, he pondered as the hair on the back of his neck rose and his hazel-brown eyes drifted to Donnie, he blinked and his eyes shifted away to the steel basin.
"Donnie, do you think you could get some hot water going on, I'd like to get this stink off of me?"
She stood, gathering the bucket she had kept out of the room and filled it with water at the sink just across from where she was sitting. There was no need to go back for more water, she knew that using the natural elements was a good thing and it didn't take too much out of the person. Once the bucket was filled she walked to the barrier. Donnie had to go inside and she swallowed. Brave, she had to be brave. If anything happened she believed that she was strong enough. Stepping over the threshold and going inside, she moved towards the basin and keeping an eye in her peripheral on the two men.
"Two men who are Were's and a witch...how kinky."
Alex's words formed in her head and she knew that it would be what her friend would have said. How could she ignore that fact as well as her mind? Donnie poured the water inside and it wasn't much and it was hardly hot, it was more like normal drinking water temperature. Setting the bucket down she would keep it there for another bathroom option. Staring at the water she knelt down waved her fingers through the liquid, a fire inside lit, eyes turning and she imagined it filling up higher and higher and as it was doing so it began to grow warmer, scalding and yet her hand was unaffected, the basin however was protesting.
She knew she could go hotter, she knew she could and she wanted to. It was a drug and that was when she stopped and stood. Blinking she was confused a bit and she ran her wet fingers through her hair, turning around and bumping into someone's hard chest. Donnie's foot slid along a small puddle that had splashed onto the floor. About to fall back the man's hand grabbed her hand and brought her back up and into him from the effortless force. Fast and she had looked up into the eyes and she had expected it was Sam but it wasn't.
Her abilities were still coursing through her from the water basin and she knew that her eyes were still the same two colors. Confidence came over her and she actually smiled, a flash of something from someone else's viewpoint. The scent of flowers came around her and she was no longer looking at Trent but she was looking in a room just as blank and as much of a holding area. The smile turned into a grin and fangs could be felt. She was now looking through that person's eyes into their power and back at Trent. Donnie turned her head slightly as she grinned. She knew this man. No, whoever she was looking through knew this man and the flowers were familiar. It was that woman Astarte.
Hand rising not under Donnie's accord she brushed it gently along his cheek like she would a lover. Green eyes took over Donnie's, as well as the normal grey-green they usually were. Her head turned to bring her attention onto Sam. Sam had smelled the flowers and he was now staring at what Donnie was doing. When she looked at him he was scared. "Von?" he breathed, swallowing hard as the eyes shifted to amethyst. He thought he was hallucinating but because he noticed that Trent was acting on the difference that this time he wasn't. Somehow Donnie was channeling Von or was it the other way around?
Donnie on the other hand couldn't quite do anything on her tail end. It wasn't like what happened when she channeled through Dean and saw Hell and saw every time he healed and it wasn't like when she did it with Sam those two times. This time was different; she couldn't even move her mouth to speak her own words. Then as suddenly as it had come and happened it was gone. Donnie blinked once and moved her head to look at Trent. "I'm so sorry."
Her grey-green orbs were staring dead into his and her heart seized in fear. She couldn't move and this time it was her, it was the fact that she was right there in front of Trent and the pull was harder to resist this time for her. Donnie settled on not moving until she could find a way around it, but all she wanted to do was stay touching him and maybe even kiss him. Her main instincts mingled with those.
Trent didn't hear the words, only the tone of the voice like songbirds in his ears keeping him spellbound. He held her so that she would not fall and he held her still, could never be too careful, her racing heart could be felt against his chest as his own heart beat strong and steady. All the changes he had seen and felt, Von was telling him something, speaking through this other witch without having to say a word and now he could not take his eyes off of her. Pupils dilated and irises leopard green Trent burrowed his gaze deep into Donnie's orbs seeing what there was to see with growing clarity and his heart ached for Von while struggling with this new connection to the stranger whom he held. Like a bee to the flower, this was as natural as instinct and unlike Sam he was not afraid, he was overjoyed; Von had shown herself to him through Donnie.
Shaking his head a single tear ran down Trent's cheek, his lips parted and he hadn't realized how close his lips were to hers until he could almost taste them, almost taste Von, whose scent lingered like perfume in the air. A soft purr left his mouth and that was when he released her gently and instead of pushing her away he was the one to step back, his gaze dropped and he looked back up at her, a labored ascent of feline orbs mirroring emotions of sadness and confusion.
"If you don't mind, I would like some time to think." It was Trent's way of asking her to leave, to give him some to himself to reflect on what had happened and he hoped that she would desire the same. His worry was that she would throw herself at him as he had heard in many stories when witches and Were's found their connections and what he would do then he could not rest his thoughts upon. "Please."
"Oh believe me I think we all do," she exhaled and almost forgot how to inhale before she rushed around him and shut the door, she would let him have his time while she sat outside. First she wanted to check the rest of the house to double check that things were fine.
Because I am definitely not fine. Why can't Alex be alive when I need her?
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Sam stood up and he tried to shake what he had seen. It was Von. What made him slightly mad was that Trent had reacted to the fact that Donnie had channeled Von. Why? Von was his mate and Trent would have kissed her if Von were still there. Sam couldn't stop the glare that Trent couldn't see but he also couldn't stop the way every muscle in his body tensed and flexed. He was questioning why he wasn't forcing Trent to the floor or the wall interrogating him about what he was thinking about doing. Thinking about his mate like that and yeah it was Donnie but Von was in there somewhere for a short amount of time.
Donnie was right though, they all needed to think and right now it was good advice. Sam could have fired off into something he normally wouldn't have done, well maybe he would have a bit because it was Von...but he needed to think clearly and to do that he needed to breathe and just sit in a corner of the room and reevaluate. Maybe he could talk about Von with Trent calmly while deep inside the animal way of doing things was to kill the other contender over his mate. Von was his. The hunter sighed, turned and sat down in a corner like he had thought.
But even after, Trent was still looking at Donnie. Which means something different. But Donnie and Dean are just friends, despite what I had smelled that one day. At least I think so; I haven't been in the loop for a while now because I've been down here. I've been the little brother that has issues.