Family Secrets: Part two – chapter 5

I don't own Supernatural or the SPN characters. They're just so much fun to play with, I can't resist. Alta is my own creation.

Fair warning that real life is going to be cutting into my writing time and it may be awhile before I get the next chapter finished and can publish. Hang in there with me. But, gotta stop and make a living every now and then.

I was blown away.

What could I say?

It all seemed to make sense.

You've taken away everything,

And I can't deal with that.

I try to see the good in life,

But good things in life are hard to find.

We'll blow it away, blow it away.

Can we make this something good?

Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.

Let's start over.

I'll try to do it right this time around.

It's not over.

'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.

This love is killing me,

But you're the only one.

It's not over.

Taken all I could take,

And I cannot wait.

We're wasting too much time

Being strong, holding on.

Can't let it bring us down.

My life with you means everything,

So I won't give up that easily.

I'll blow it away, blow it away.

Can we make this something good?

'Cause it's all misunderstood.

Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.

We can't let this get away.

Let it out, let it out.

Don't get caught up in yourself.

Let it out.

Let's start over.

I'll try to do it right this time around.

It's not over.

'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.

This love is killing me,

But you're the only one.

It's not over.

It's Not Over - Daughtry

Alta watched Christian as they sat together at the bar. She had wanted a quiet nightcap before she made her way home. She didn't expect to see him but there he was. She'd already listened to enough and she was not in the mood to continue the conversation. But she knew she needed to be careful. Apparently Christian was representing the clan. The last thing she needed was the clan against her.

"Come on, Alta. Let's just go see Samuel. He wants you back in the clan." Christian was trying his best to be convincing but Alta had known him all her life. She knew when he was being manipulative. She thought she knew how the clan worked. It was hard sometimes but not murderous. Then again, Samuel was an unknown. The things he did… capturing instead of killing… torturing… in league with a demon… he had changed the clan… not for the better. She left the clan with Sam but she realized it wasn't just because of Sam that she left. She didn't like the way Samuel had changed things and Sam defied him.

"I don't think so. I'm fine right here." She lifted her glass and gave Christian a little toast before she gulped down the shot of whisky. "You can tell Samuel I've retired."

"Retired?" Christian huffed out a chuckle. "What are you good for but hunting?" He sided up close and leaned in to her, his face inches from hers. "Sam would know, wouldn't he…? Oh, yea. He left you… alone." He smirked. "Gone back to his brother and doesn't need you anymore." Christian goaded her, hitting closer to the mark than he knew.

"You ass." She hissed.

"You ok, miss?" The bartender stepped over to them, eyeing Christian.

"It's ok. I was just leaving." Christian continued to glare at Alta. "Think about it. Come back to your family. We'll always be here for you."

… … …

Alta swam in and out of his dreams. He watched as her body moved beneath him… the graceful arch of her back and the way her eyes fluttered as she shivered… felt himself moving in her. "I can smell it when you light up like you are right now."… lust and passion clinging to her skin. He tasted her… "I need you with me… like a part of me… the best part of me." He saw the line of her back, the slight bend of her body as she reached for the covers … a soft kiss… "…do I deserve you?" Passion burned in him and he felt the raw lust he had for her. "You love me. I can feel it... I can smell it all over you."

All of it came back to him in dreams and memories. He claimed her… she was his… And he remembered home… their home… a pair of paintings she'd hung... landscapes, riversides… dark slow moving water… large ancient trees… hanging out low over the water… the little knick knacks… the smell… home… He remembered the apartment. He knew where to find her.

Sam woke with a jolt. Once again a searing pain was ripping through his head. Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! He gripped his head with both hands as if he could keep it from exploding. Not daring to move; he knew that if he moved the nausea would be overwhelming. He lay on the bed; his eyes closed. Slowly he released his head and placed his hands at his sides. He thought about breathing. Slowly… in and out… in and out… waiting for the pain to subside… If he was absolutely still… absolutely quiet…

In his head there was two of him. He was pushing more memories to the surface. He had one goal. Get to Alta. You'll see. You'll understand. Sam's head was suddenly clear. He had to get to the apartment; had to get home. He packed quickly and quietly went down the stairs and out the front door. When Sam opened the door of the Charger and slid into the seat he gripped the wheel with iron fists. His eyes closed, his head fell back on the headrest, his nostrils flared as he took in her scent. Alta's smell was strong in the bedroom upstairs but her presence in the car was overwhelming. What started as a groan became a growl as he jammed the key into the ignition, slammed the car in gear and spun out onto the road headed toward home… toward Alta.

… … …

Alta felt his presence long before she heard or saw anything. Her instincts were like her skills, finely honed. She had always been a good hunter but hunting with Sam and then the last few months hunting with a newbie or alone had sharpened her skills even more. Her gun was loaded with silver and ready. Her knife, also silver was easily accessible at her side. She had holy water and salt tucked in her pockets. But the most important asset she had was that she knew her adversary. Samuel had sent Christian or he had come on his own. Either way Christian was on a mission and she knew he would never turn away form a mission that easily.

Christian waited for her to leave the little bar. He never thought she would come with him willingly, and he didn't really want her to. He wanted to take her. Little smart ass… thinks she can break away and leave the clan. Christian had wanted to gut Alta since the last time he kidnapped her. And this was the perfect time. Alta was close to her car when he approached her again. Before he could reach her she drew her gun a spun around to face him, the gun leveled at his heart. "Christian, I don't want to kill you, but I will."

"Will you?" His eyes slipped and Alta gazed into the dark depths of nothingness; the eyes of a demon. His grin became a growl when her bullet flew through him drawing only a slight hesitation. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around and slamming her against her car. Her head hit so hard against the door, she saw stars. She blinked and swallowed hard. A cry escaped her lips as Christian slammed his body against her back pushing her into the car door. Alta stuffed her free hand into her pocket pulling out the salt container. She managed to get it to her mouth and pulled the top off with her teeth quickly flinging salt into his face. He fell back and she dug in her pocket for the holy water and her keys.

Christian recovered from the salt burns and lunged for Alta. She met his lunge with holy water and as he fell back again she managed to get into the car quickly locking the door. Christian banged on the window as she started up the engine. "You demon bastard!" She screamed and peeled out of the lot flinging Christian off the car. She saw him growing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror cursing her as she drove away. This wouldn't be the end of it, Alta was sure of that.

… … …

Sam parked behind the Pub. It was late afternoon, but it was still light outside. He knew exactly where to go. His memories were crystal clear. As he opened the back door, the smell of fried food and beer was so familiar. A worker passed him at the base of the stairs.

"Sam! Good to see you back. It's been a while."

Sam nodded and forced a smile. He was clueless as to who the man was, but if he needed confirmation that he was in the right place, that was it. He made his way upstairs and paused at the apartment door. She was there. He could hear her moving around… more than that… he could feel her.

Alta was furiously packing when she heard him stop at the door. Salt lines and devil's traps were drawn at every door and window. It was a certainty that Christian would not be able to enter the apartment. But it might be Samuel… She grabbed her flask of holy water and a container of salt, cursing herself for leaving her machete in the trunk of her car. Her gun was in its holster at her side.

Alta heard the door being jimmied open… credit card… and she squared off to face the intruder. When the door swung open she gasped at the sight of Sam; his big body filling the doorway… not sure what emotion she saw on his face. Not sure what he would do or say… not sure what she should do or say…

Now that he'd finally made it home and she was right there in front of him, he wasn't sure what to do or say… not sure what she would do or say… He waited for her reaction as she waited for his. Time stalled as they stood frozen in each other's gaze. His name tore from her lips in a whisper. "Sam?" He was the last person she expected.

Sam stepped carefully over the salt line and through the devil's trap. When he reached her, he took her hand and pulled the holy water free from her grasp. He looked at it curiously. She made no move to stop him as he reached for the salt container she held in her other hand. "Alta?" He placed the salt on the table. "What is it? What's going on?"

Her breath came out in a rush. "What's going on?" A cousin turned demon and out to kill her… the clan leader angry with her and possibly out to kill her… vampires… werewolves… djinn… ghouls… demons… hell, even zombies… she could deal with. But Sam Winchester appearing at her door with a casual what's going on? was more than she could take.

"No…no…no…" She cried. Sam held her as she began to drop to the floor, going down with her. He squatted, one knee on the floor and Alta draped across his other knee. She buried her face in the denim fabric on his thigh. Her fist balled and weakly beating against his leg. "You can't do this… you can't… I can't …" He'd never seen her like this… never seen her fall apart. He didn't know quite what to do but somewhere deep inside him he felt sympathy for her. She was obviously in pain. The feeling was strange to him. But he knew where it was coming from. He knew what it felt like to share memories. He'd shared memories with Sammy before. Now he was begining to share feelings and emotions.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh." He stroked her hair and pulled her to him, resting her head on his chest, one cheek against him and his big hand covering the other, his thumb gently stroking her temple. With his other hand he stroked her back. He held her until her trembling stopped.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you?"

She sighed and seemed to melt into his embrace. He buried his face in her hair and kissed the top of her head. Suddenly she stiffened and reaching her hands up to his chest she shoved him away from her. "No! You can't do this!" He fell back, sprawled on the floor. She jumped up and squared herself to face him. She looked as if she was ready to do battle. "You can't just waltz back in my life and pick up as if nothing happened." Her voice was strained and more than once she stumbled over her words with the threat of tears.

"Alta, I didn't waltz in here, believe me." He pulled himself up from the floor and stood in front of her, his hands held up in surrender.

She looked at him for a long moment. "No." She shook her head as if she were convincing herself. "No. I can't do this again with you Sam. It almost killed me to lose you. I won't go through that again. I can't." She grabbed her duffle and stepped around him to the door.

"No!" He moved between her and the door and grabbed her, holding her arms to her side. "No. You're not running away this time." He was careful not to use more force than he needed to hold her. He didn't want to frighten her but the anger in his voice was clear. "I didn't leave you. They shoved me behind a wall. It took me months… months of clawing and scraping to get through… and I did it to get to you." His voice softened. "I was trying to get back to you. You're all I've got." Sam sighed and he tried to get her to look into his eyes but she avoided his gaze. "Look at me. Please, just… just look at me." She met his eyes and she saw the truth in him.

"Oh, God." The prayer left her lips in a whisper. Sam released her arms and caught her face in his hands drawing her lips to his. Their lips met in a soft tentative kiss, a feathery touch followed by another and then another until her lips parted in a sigh and his tongue moved along hers. He drank in the taste of her mouth like a starving man. She leaned into the kiss, her hands placed softly on his chest. He moved one hand slowly down caressing the side of her neck. His other hand moved down to the small of her back, pulling her gently against him.

When she broke the kiss, his arms held to her tighter. "Don't…" She gently pushed away and he dropped his hands, letting her go.

"Sam, you're killing me…" She turned her back to him. "I missed you so much. God knows, I loved you."

"Loved…?" He closed the distance between them, his body touching hers. He raised his hands to hold her, hesitated and lowered them back to his side. "You still love me." She didn't deny. She didn't respond at all. "Let's just talk about this."

Sam wants to talk? This is different.

"Tell me what's going on with the salt lines and devil's traps." Sam stepped away from her. "Who were you expecting?"

"I wasn't sure, but I'm in it deep with the clan. Apparently Samuel is angry because I went off on my own."

"He wants you back. Makes sense. I'd want you back. You're the best hunter he had."

"It's not just that." She sighed. "No one hunts outside the family. You were the first one to ever do anything like that. First one to defy the clan leader."

"And you went with me." He'd thought of what it might have cost her to leave the clan and hunt with him. He'd only thought of what he needed… what he wanted.

"That's not the worst of it."

"What?" Sam saw the look on her face. Whatever it was, it was bad.

"Christian's possessed. He tried to take me down last night."

"What do you mean… tell me everything." Sam sat on the sofa and motioned for Alta to join him. She told him everything. She told him how it tore her apart to see him tied down, begging and forced to take his soul back… told him about leaving Bobby's alone… how they said she could never see him again or it would kill him… about hunting alone. She said she didn't like what Samuel had done to the clan… didn't like hunting for Crowley… didn't want to be a part of the clan anymore. Sam listened thoughtfully. He nodded and agreed with her. As the afternoon progressed they moved closer to each other. Her hand finally made its way to rest on his thigh and his hand found a place behind her on the back of the sofa. He thought she was like a magnet. He couldn't help but touch her… play with her hair.

She told him about Steve… She wondered if he would be angry. He became very still and looked away. She waited. He sighed but when he looked at her there was no anger in his eyes, no judgment. "Are you still with him?" He wondered what he might have to do if they were still together.

"He's dead… it was my fault."

"What happened?" She told him how Steve had died. The guilt she felt for his death was so powerful he could feel it surrounding her but he felt more than that. "You feel guilty because you didn't love him… but he loved you." He hit the mark… the soft guilty spot in her.

"You are one perceptive bastard!" She pulled herself up from the sofa and walked toward the kitchen. "I didn't love him. I needed a partner… and… he reminded me of you."

He was instantly behind her. "I'm here now. I'm not going to leave." Sam's voice was soft in her ear. "We'll handle Samuel and Christian… together." It was a relief she didn't know she would ever feel. Sam had listened patiently and she laid it all on him. He was the one person in the entire world that she needed to hear her… to feel her pain and he took it all… without judgments… without excuses… without blame.

She turned to face him, her eyes pleading into his. "God help me. I can't help but love you." He grabbed her pulling her to him. It had been so long since she felt his embrace… felt his large body wrapped around her small frame. It was warm and safe and she wanted to melt into him.

Sam was beginning to feel desperate. He needed her… He had felt her… dreamed her so long… so many times and holding her this close… finally being with her again… He bent down and swept his arm under her knees picking her up. She gasped; her eyes wide as she looked at him. "Don't say no, 'cause I can't stop." His eyes were dark as he stared intently at her. She didn't say no… instead, she leaned her head against his shoulder as he marched into the bedroom with his prize.

Sam laid Alta on the bed and lay down beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her as he ran his hand through her hair. "I'll stop if you want me to."

She laughed. "You're gonna get soft now, after you swept me off my feet?"

He gave an easy laugh. "You liked that? I got more." He kissed her softly. "Want more?" Button by button he worked his way down her blouse. Kissing his way down her body with each button he opened. By the time he reached her naval she was groaning and suddenly her blouse was flying across the room and she was reaching for his shirt. Sam had moved to straddle her hips and he quickly pulled his shirt off tossing it to lie next to hers. Once he freed her bra, it too sailed across the room. He rose up to tower over her and gaze down at her body.

Sam's gut churned. She saw it in his face and instinctively moved to cover herself. "No." He brushed her hands away. "Don't." Sam's eyes were suddenly dark with anger. He gazed at the livid bruise across her abdomen where Christian had shoved her into the car door, the handle digging into her tender middle. Sam surveyed her body and saw the bruises on her arms where Christian had grabbed her and held her. He looked at his own hands. He had grabbed her and held her.

"It wasn't you. It was Christian." She wasn't sure what he was thinking. "I told you he tried to take me down."

"Sonofabitch! I kill him." Sam snarled.

"You and me both." She took his hands in hers. "They're not the first bruises I've had. Hell, they're not even the worse bruises I've had. You've seen me worse off than this after a hunt. It comes with the territory."

"The last time an asshole demon did something like this to you, I took his head off." He leaned down to nuzzle her neck and whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna behead that demon sonofabitch too." Then he began to work his way down her body again. He gave her light kisses and licks while she shivered at the feel of his tongue and his breath across her skin. He feasted on her breasts, sucking hungrily on each nipple until she groaned.

"God, Sam…" Alta reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it, tugging at the button until she freed it. Sam smiled at her as he brushed her hands away and stood at the end of the bed to remove his jeans. When she saw him naked and fully aroused she couldn't help but touch him. Her hands fanned out across the hard expanse of his abdomen making their way up to his sculpted chest as her mouth explored the velvet skin stretched tight against his straining manhood. She swirled her tongue around him tracing each line and crevice. When she closed her mouth around him, sliding him deep in her throat, she heard his hiss as he drew air in through clenched teeth. Sam's eyes closed; his hands trembled as he tangled them in her hair. He couldn't stop the involuntary thrust pushing deeper into her throat or the involuntary groan that came with the sensation of her warm wet mouth enclosing him.

Sam gently pulled at her hair. "Alta…" His voice was strained. "This will be over way too soon if you don't stop." Alta grinned up at him; her eyes smoky with desire. He pushed her back on the bed and turned his attention to her jeans removing them quickly along with her panties and tossing them to join the rest of their clothes.

"Ummm…" Sam crawled on to the bed trailing kisses along her legs until he reached her center. His tongue snaked out to run through her, tasting her wetness and dancing across the bundle of nerves at her core. When she shivered, he smiled and made his way up her body until he was poised to enter her. "Look at me." Sam gazed into Alta's crystal green eyes as he entered her, agonizingly slowly, watching her flush and her eyes flutter with exquisite desire. "So beautiful…" He moaned with pleasure feeling her hot and tight around him as he pushed into her, filling her completely. "God, I missed you…" He withdrew almost completely and began long rhythmic strokes deep into her, grinding against her at the depth of each stroke.

"Sam." His name came as a gasp from her as she rose up to meet his strokes. She grabbed his arms and felt the hard muscles flexed as he held himself above her and heard him hiss with pleasure each time he moved in her. She felt the heat pooling in the depth of her building… rising… "Aaaa"

He heard her cry like sweet music. "Tell me… tell me when you cum." Sam struggled to keep himself controlled, keeping the steady rhythm of his strokes. Listening for her cries… waiting for her climax. He could feel her building… each step higher… heard her cries… watched her body arch… felt her spasm and clench tightly around him as he thrust into her.

"Oh, God… yes, yes, yes…" He carried her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Exploding with the force of his own release, his body shook and he collapsed on her. When he tried to lift himself she tightened her legs around his hips and her arms around his back. "Stay." He buried his head in the pillow next to hers, his mouth at her ear. She relished the feel of him, heavy on her body and breathing heavy in her ear.

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"You stupid cretan" Crowley's face was red with anger. He paced around Christian. "You were supposed to entice her to come back to her family, nice and neat." He stopped to glower in Christian's face. Christian shrank back. The heat of Crowley's anger was like a physical blow. "She was ripe for the picking. Alone… just getting over the loss of her Winchester lover and her replacement… her temporary Sam…" Crowley sighed. "I wanted her here before that lumbering moose got to her. But… he's sure to have reached her by now. So there is no choice but to kidnap her."

Crowley resumed his pacing. "Delicate business, kidnapping." He drew in a deep breath. "I'll have to get Samuel into the operation. Maybe he can keep you in line."

"He won't like it." Christian screwed up enough nerve to comment.

Crowley smiled. "He does a lot of things he doesn't like. He'll take care of this for me too." He glared at Christian. "I'll have the Winchester's here to rescue their respective wenches within the week."

TBC

Hope you enjoy this chapter. Sam and Alta finally back together…

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