Warning: Unbeta'd. Adult content.
Naughty
Delilah smiled as she put her cell phone down on her side cabinet. She snuggled close to Jack and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the morning light that shone through her window. She knew she should get up but she didn't want to let Jack go. She was still rattled from her 'trip' to the future and Future-Jack begging her not to go.
"Hello, Delilah."
Delilah jumped and sat up carefully so she didn't wake Jack. ""Jesus, Cas!" She breathed, holding a hand on her heart. "You scared me." She whispered to him.
Cas frowned. "I apologize."
"It's OK." She assured him. "Uh, what can I do for you?" She asked, unsure. It wasn't everyday an angel popped up to see her.
"Dean sent me."
"Is he OK?" She questioned him worriedly.
"He's fine." Cas nodded. "He sent me-"
"Mom?" Jack groaned from beside her. His eyes blinked up at her sleepily and she ran a hand through his hair as he sat up
"It's OK, Jack." She assured him. "This is Cas. He's a friend of Mommy's." Jack looked over at him and frowned.
Cas tilted his head in confusion. "I sense that he does not like me."
"He does that." Delilah smiled awkwardly. "Why did Dean send you?" Cas didn't reply, his eyes went into slits as he gave Jack what could only be described as 'Evil eye'. When Delilah looked at Jack, she saw him giving Cas the same look. "Alright, break it up you two." They didn't move and she sighed. "Cas, aren't you a little to old for this?"
"Give me a second." He told her, not moving.
Delilah ran a hand through her hair. "Cas, this is really immature." She told him. Again, he didn't move. "Oh my god..." She breathed, blinking. "Are you seriously having a staring contest with a Four year old?" He didn't reply. She turned to Jack and waved a hand in front of his face causing his gaze to break away from Cas. "Good boy." She turned back to Cas. "Now, why did Dean send you?"
Cas had a smug look on his face. "He told me that Jack needed a Sigil."
Delilah bit her lip and looked at Jack. She really didn't want to have to give him one. It would hurt him and she didn't like seeing him hurt but... it would keep him safe. "Oh."
"What's a sigil?" Jack asked his Mom, though it sounded more like 'segal'.
Delilah rubbed her right eye. "It will keep you safe." She told him. "But it's gonna' hurt a little." She smoothed a hand over his hair. "Do you remember when Rose gave you your jabs?"
He nodded, a frown on his face.
"It's like that but there's no needle." She smiled reassuringly at him. "You don't have to worry, Mommy will be with you the whole time."
"Don't make a mess." Delilah warned, pointing a finger at Jack. It was early afternoon and Jack was playing in his room. Usually, at this time, she would be schooling him but because of his sigil, she gave him the day off.
"Yes, Mom." Jack nodded and sat on the floor in front of his toy chest.
She smiled and yawned, walking back to her room. She closed the door behind her and flopped onto her bed, her eyes falling shut. Her body felt exhausted and her eyes felt heavy due to the lack of sleep.
She felt her phone vibrate before her ring tone rang out and she pulled it from the front pocket of her jeans. Looking at the caller ID, she smiled and flipped her phone open.
"Hey, Dean." She smiled happily.
Dean let out a breath. "Hey, baby." He greeted, sounding relieved.
She frowned. "Is everything OK?"
"What? No- I mean, yes." He rushed out. "Yes, everything's fine." He chuckled awkwardly.
Right...Because that was a totally normal reaction for someone who is 'fine'. She thought to herself. "That's good." She replied. If he wanted to tell her, he would, she reasoned.
"Yeah." He agreed. "Is this a bad time?"
"No, no." She assured him. "Jack gets to miss school today because he was such a good boy when Cas gave him a sigil."
"Oh yeah?" He sounded surprised.
Delilah snorted. "No. It was awful. He cried until Cas left."
"Cas has that effect on me too sometimes." He joked.
Delilah let out a laugh. "So, any luck with the colt?" She asked, playing with the drawstring on her jacket. "Well, you know, since this morning."
Dean sighed. "No luck. Cas said he had a lead but haven't heard anythin' since he left. That was a few hours ago now."
"I'm sure something will come up." She assured him.
"I'm sure it will." He told her confidently. "Ya' know, we haven't had a chance to talk about you heard from Chuck."
She paused, not to sure how to respond. "I know." She said eventually. "I just...Don't really know what to say."
Dean sighed. "I know it was a crappy thing I did by not tellin' ya'. I just didn't know how." He admitted.
She rubbed her left eye. "It's..." She trailed off. "I just...I don't really know how to respond to It." She told him. "I feel pissed you didn't tell me but in a way, I understand it. I know if I read a book then met that person, I wouldn't know how to tell them. Or even if I should." God, she was tired. "Maybe we should talk about this some other time. You know, face-to-face."
"Yeah." He agreed. "We will. I bett'r get goin', baby. Got some more research to do."
"Alright, handsome." She yawned. "Talk ta' ya' later."
Three weeks. Three freakin' weeks since she'd seen Dean. Well, Two weeks and Six days to be precise. That's Two week and Six days since she last hugged him, kissed him, looked into his eyes... She missed the hell out of him. It was OK for the first few nights but then her heart started to ache more and more. He still rung her, whenever he could. He would usually ring at night time but more and more he'd ring her during the day as well.
She smiled, remembering one particular dirty phone call they had.
Delilah bit her lip as she held up her phone. She took a deep breath as she used the mirror in the bathroom to snap a picture of herself in the sexiest bra and undies set she had. She smirked at little as she sent it to Dean. She followed it up with a text saying:
Missing you x
About a minute later, she was back in her bedroom, laying on her bed, still dressed in the same underwear. Her phone rang and she had a big grin as she answered it with the most innocent voice she could muster up.
"Hey, gorgeous." She greeted.
"You are gonna' be the death of me, woman." He told her hotly. His voice echoed slightly and she guessed that he was in the bathroom. Most likely so he could get away from Sam.
She giggled, her spare hand playing with the hem of her panties. She shrugged, though he couldn't see. "I was just feelin' naughty."
He chuckled. "Oh, that was definitely naughty, baby." He growled and she giggled again. "Oh? You think it's funny? Givin' me a hard-on in the same room as Sam?" He asked. "You really are a naughty girl."
"Your naughty girl." She corrected him.
He hummed in agreement. "My naughty girl." He repeated. "So, what is my naughty girl doin'?" He asked her huskily.
"Layin' in bed in my bra and panties." She confessed. "I'm playing with the top of my panties, teasin' myself..." After 3 weeks of phone calls, she'd gotten a lot more confident when it came to phone sex.
"That's so freakin' hot, baby." He whispered.
"Mmm," She moaned. "I need you so much."
"Makes me so hard thinkin' 'bout how much you're needin' me..."
"Wish it was you here. Doin' this to me."
"Doin' what to you, baby?"
"Touchin' me." She breathed.
"Touchin' you where?" He questioned. "Your sexy pussy?"
"God yes." She whimpered, her hand sneaking into her panties. "Would love to feel your hands on my pussy."
"Would love to touch your pussy." He assured her. "Bet it's all nice n' warm. Soft n' wet. Beggin' to be fucked by my dick."
"Mm," She moaned, two of her fingers finding her swelling clit.
"I'd use my fingers first." He told her hotly. "I'd come up behind you, kissin' your neck while my hand works it's way into your wet panties." He continued, hearing her breathing increase. "I'd find your sexy little clit and rub it softly. Up n' down at first then I'd do wide circles around you."
"God yes..." She used her fingers to do as he described.
"I'd whisper in your ear how hot you feel against my fingers. Tell you how sexy the little sounds you're makin' are." His voice was shaky. "I'd rub you faster, holdin' your waist so you don't fall when I have you cummin' for me."
"Dean, I'm close..." She whimpered, the speed of her fingers increasing.
He chuckled. "I know you are, baby. I can tell by your breathin'." He told her. After doing this for the last three weeks, Dean had learnt what all the little sounds she made meant. "I wish I could see your beautiful face when you cum." He confessed. "Wish I could feel your pussy around my dick. Feel you squeezin' me."
She could feel her orgasm building up. She was on the verge of it. All it was going to take was a little push. "Dean..."
"Delilah." Dean's voice was strained. "I'm gonna' cum, baby. Wanna' hear you cum, too." He breathed. "C'mon, baby." He encouraged when he heard her struggling to get there. "Imagine your fingers are my tongue. Wet n' warm, flicking your sweet lil' clit faster and faster..."
That gave him what he wanted. "Fuck! Dean!"
He groaned his own release. "Atta' girl." He panted, his body buzzing from his orgasm.
She was brought our of her daydream by Jack. "Mom. I finished my breakfast." He called from the living room.
"OK, baby." Her smile faded as she remembered Future-Jack begging her not to go. The image would stay with her until the day she died. She couldn't help but think about it. It haunted her. Shaking her head of her thoughts, she forced a smile onto her face and walked into the living room. "You ready for school?" She asked, grabbing his plate.
He nodded and followed her into the kitchen. He went and sat at the table while she put his breakfast plate in the sink. She then walked over to the table where the work was laid out.
"Today," she started, sitting down. "We are going to do some more multiplication." She pulled out a plain piece of paper for him and a pencil. "I want you to start with the Two times table." She told him. "Try and get up to twenty."
He nodded, picking up his pencil. He wrote a very big, wiggly '2' at the top of his page. "Two," He muttered to himself. "Four." He said slowly as he wrote a smaller '4' underneath his '2'. He paused before nodding and muttering, "Six."
Delilah smiled at her son. He was so smart. She didn't know if it was normal for 4 – almost 5 – year old to be this smart but it didn't matter to her. She knew he was smart.
"Eight," He continued.
She frowned, wondering if he needed a friend his age. There wasn't a lot she could do about that. The only people she knew were hunters and hunters weren't exactly the type of people to have kids. She hoped it didn't make him awkward when he grew up.
"Ten..."
She frowned harder, wondering what he could possible be when he grew older. Would he get a normal job? Maybe in a office or shop? Or would he carry on their family tradition and become a hunter? The thought terrified her but she knew there was nothing she could do if he wanted to be one. From what she saw of him in the future, he was a natural.
"T-w," Jack sounded out. "T-w..." He frowned.
Delilah looked over at him. "Twel..." She drew it out, helping him.
"Twelve." He grinned in thanks.
She smiled. God, he's so handsome. She thought to herself. I'm gonna' be chasing the girls off. The thought made her laugh and Jack looked at her questioningly. "Nothing." She assured him.
"Four-teen." He sounded the word out before writing it down. "Six-teen."
"You finish that, and try your best with the Five times table then we'll do some drawing, yeah?" She suggested, looking though the pile of papers for the picture she printed out.
Jack nodded enthusiastically. "Eight-Teen."
She found the picture and pulled it out of the pile. It was a simple drawing of a tiger outlined in black with no colour added to it. She found it on the website she used to help home-school Jack.
"And..." He frowned, looking at his mom for help.
"C'mon, you know this one." She encouraged him. "Twen..."
"Twen..." He tried the word out. "Twenty!"
Delilah grinned. "Good boy!" She praised.
He smiled shyly. "Can I use the toilet?"
She nodded. "Go on then."
Just as Jack got up and left, Dean rung. She smiled as she answered the phone. "Hey, handsome." They had yet to talk about the information she learnt from Future-Chuck. It didn't feel like a conversation they should have over the phone. That, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it yet.
"Hey, beautiful."
"I can't speak for long." She told him. "I'm in the middle of teaching Jack."
"'S alright, sweetheart. I was just checkin' in on ya'."
She rolled her eyes. Since their encounter with Future-Dean and the lack of Future-Delilah, Dean had come obsessed with 'checking up' on her. "I'm fine."
He chuckled. "I know. You always are."
She smiled. "So what you up to?"
"Research." He sighed.
She smiled. "Sounds fun."
"Not." He replied. "This is hell. I hate research and now I've been doin' it for three weeks straight."
"Two weeks and Six days." She muttered.
"Don't matta'." He grumbled. "Still feels like I've been doin' this forever."
She laughed. "You're like a child moaning about doin' school work."
He shrugged. "In a really manly way though, right?"
She laughed. "Oh. Of course."
"Crap. Sam's back. He'll kick my ass if he finds out I rang you instead of researchin'."
She tutted at him. "Get back to work."
He sighed. "Like I have much choice."
She smiled. "Bye, Dean."
"Speak to you later, sweetheart."
She hung up and slipped her phone back into her pocket. Frowning, she called out, "Jack!"
"Yeah, Mom?" He popped his head into the kitchen.
"What are you doin'?" She asked him.
"Nothin'." He said quickly.
"Uh huh." She replied, unconvinced. She had a feeling he'd been watching TV. "Get your butt back to work."
He sighed and walked into the kitchen. Sitting down again, he focused on his Five times tables.
"Remember," Delilah started. "You can use your fingers to count and," She pulled out another plain piece of paper. "You can use this to help you work it out if you get stuck." She told him, putting the blank paper next to him. "Try and get up to Thirty."
"Yes, Mom."
Delilah grabbed her laptop and pulled it into her lap. Jack had been bathed and put into bed, Bobby was locked away into his study again so that left her on her own in the living room. The sound of the TV filled the silence around her.
"And in other news. A man in Canton, Ohio was found dead in a parked car last night. He appeared to have died from a head-on collision."
Delilah looked up at the TV.
"The police are suspecting foul play but a video recording suggests differently."
She frowned and slipped her phone out of her pocket.
"The police stated that in the video, the suspect walks into the room with a video camera and he seemed genuinely shocked to discover his friend, dead." The screen switched to a interview with a police officer. "Could the suspect of actually murdered the guy?" The reported questioned. "But he made the tape to try and make himself look innocent?"
The officer nodded and replied with, "At this point we aren't ruling out any possibilities." He answered. "The question is, how did he do it?" The policed officer asked rhetorically. "The victim looked like he had suffered from a head-on collision with another car. Yet the car hadn't moved from it's spot, nor did it have any damage."
She flipped open her phone and dialled Dean. He answered after a few rings. "Hey, baby."
"Hey..." She trailed off, watching the news. "Have you seen the news?" She asked him, remembering why she called him.
"No..." There was a pause. "Why?"
"'Cause I think I might of just found you a case."
Dean perked up. "Really? What about?"
"Get this." She started. "This guy dies in his car from a head-on collision."
"What's so Supernatural about that?" He questioned.
"His car was parked."
"Oh." He paused. "I'll check it out." He told her. "Hopefully it is a case. That way I won't have to do any more research."
She laughed. "Don't be such a baby."
The next morning, she was sitting at the kitchen table with Jack, watching as he did some drawing. Suddenly Bobby came out of his study and her eyes widened. "Wow." She commented. "So it lives." She joked.
Bobby grunted. "Not a lot I can do so thought I might as well as bury my head in some books. Try'n find anythin' that can help us."
She nodded, smiling softly. "I understand." She told him. "You want somethin' to eat?" She asked. "I got some left over pie in the fridge."
He nodded. "Yeah but I'll do it." He told her, seeing her getting ready to stand. "Don't need you babying me." He said, wheeling himself over to the fridge.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not babying you." She told him for what felt like the twenty-fifth time.
His reply was cut off from Delilah's phone ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?" She greeted.
"Hey, so we checked out your case." Dean told her.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah and I think you're onto somethin'."
"Really?" She asked him, kind of shocked.
"Really." He chuckled at her tone of voice. "Me n' Sam are headin' there now. Just wanted ta' let you know."
"Huh." She said, more to herself than Dean. "Alrighty. Drive safely and be careful, OK?"
"No promises, sweetheart."
She laughed and hung up, feeling very proud of herself.
"What's that look for?" Bobby asked around a mouthful of pie.
She looked up at him, seeing his plate of pie sitting in his lap. "I, uh, I found a case last night." She confessed.
"What's a case?" Jack randomly asked, looking up from his drawing.
He made Delilah jumped slightly. He was so quiet she'd almost forgotten he was there. "Nothing you need to know about." She told him. Bobby's eyebrows were raised when she looked back at him. "What?" She shrugged.
"You found a case?" He questioned. "How?" He brought a fork full of pie up to his mouth.
"Was watchin' the news."
He nodded, chewing. He swallowed before he spoke again. "And Sam and Dean think it's legit?"
She nodded. "Dean does. I dunno' about Sam."
"Hmm." He eyed her. "Well done, I guess."
She smiled shyly. "Thanks."
"I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes."
She didn't know whether to laugh or not. "You think a car is killing people? And that it almost killed you?" It was late In the evening and she was curled up on the sofa with a blanket thrown over her legs.
"Well, if you say it like that, then it sounds crazy." Dean replied. "And, I suppose, it didn't almost kill me. I just don't think she was too happy 'bout me lookin' up her skirt."
"You say that as if the car has feelings." She laughed.
"Hell, if it's killin' people. I wouldn't be surprised If it did have feelin's."
She shook her head, amused. "That's crazy."
"As crazy as getting our asses dragged into the future?"
"OK, you have a point." She admitted. "So this car could actually be killing people?"
"Uh huh." He confirmed.
"How are you gonna' find out?"
"Sammy's usin' the engine code to find his previous owners."
She nodded. "So you're getting Sam do to all the research while you get the pleasure of talkin' to me?" She smiled.
"I've been doin' research for the better part of this month. I need a break." He sighed. "That, and if Sammy does the research, I get to ring you."
She smiled. "In that case, I'm glad Sammy's doing the research."
"Me too." There was a beep. "Speak of the devil." He muttered. "I'll call you back. Sammy's ringin'."
"Alright."
"Yo." Dean greeted from his seat in the impala.
"It's quiet." Sam commented.
"Huh?" Dean questioned, confused.
"I was expecting you to be at a bar." He admitted. "Man, this girl really has changed you."
"Shut up." Dean grumbled. "What'd you need me for?"
The next morning, Delilah and Rose sat at the kitchen table, sipping their coffees.
"How's he doing lately?" Rose asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Jack's good." She nodded. "He hasn't been around Dean much lately so I don't really know if he's improved in that area yet." She admitted, blowing onto her hot coffee before taking a sip. "Well," She continued. "Except for kicking a ball at Dean's nuts."
Rose laughed. "I'm sorry, I can't help it." She said, apologetic.
Delilah let out a breathless chuckle. "It's OK. It was pretty funny." She felt her phone vibrate. "Sorry, hold on." She told her friend, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She saw that she had a text from Dean.
So we have a guy
who got killed by freaking
Abraham Lincoln.
Delilah frowned, confused.
"What's wrong?" Rose asked, seeing the look on Delilah's face.
Delilah shook her head. "My life has got so weird since I met the Winchesters." She told her friend as she text Dean back.
That's normal...
She replied to him sarcastically. She turned back to her friend and took a sip of her coffee.
"You seem happier." Rose commented. "Since you met them."
Delilah shrugged, smiling. "That is most likely due to a certain man named Dean."
Rose smiled. "You like him?"
She nodded. "A lot." She admitted quietly. "But it scares the crap outta' me."
"Why?"
She shrugged one shoulder. "I'm scared to be hurt again, I guess."
Rose looked at her sadly. "I don't think he's anything like Jack's Dad." She assured her.
Delilah nodded. "I don't think so either but...I thought Jacks Dad was a good guy until he cheated."
"You can't let that hold you back."
"I know." She nodded. "But...If this goes down south, I don't think I'll bother with another man." She said.
Rose smiled. "Men can be hard work. Why do you think I'm 43 years old and single?"
They both laughed. "My guess is that because Bobby hasn't made a move yet?" Delilah teased.
Roses eyes widened. "I don't know what you're talkin' about."
"Oh, please." Delilah grinned. "I've known that you two have had a thing since I first met you."
"Shut up." Rose laughed nervously.
Later that evening, Delilah sneaked into Bobby's study, noticing that he was on the phone. She bit her lip and kept quiet, waving when she caught his eye. She heard Dean's voice.
"Yeah, Abraham Lincoln and James Dean, can you believe that?"
Bobby frowned. "Not really. Why now? Why-"
"Why so kill-crazy?" Dean finished for him. "Ah, maybe the apocalypse has got 'em all hot and bothered."
"Maybe." Bobby considered.
"Yeah, well, we all know whose fault that is."
"Dean..." Bobby frowned.
"Well I'm sorry, but it's true." Suddenly there was the sound of a door slamming. "I'll call you later. Bye."
Bobby flipped his phone shut and turned to Delilah who had a innocent smile on her face. "What'd you want?"
Delilah grinned. "I was thinkin'..." She trailed off, casually looking at her bitten nails. "That maybe...You'd join me, Jack and Rose for dinner."
Bobby frowned. "What're you up to?"
"Nothin'." She told him innocently.
Bobby eyed her. "I don't trust you." He told her plainly.
She laughed. "Oh, man, Pops." She held a hand up to her heart. "That hurts."
"Yeah, yeah." He muttered. "Sure, I'll join ya' for dinner."
Delilah grinned. Perfect.
"OK, Jack." Delilah whispered to him. "You remember what you need to do?"
Jack nodded excitedly. "Yes, Mom." He replied.
"Good." She bit her lip, seeing Bobby wheel into the kitchen. "Let's roll."
Jack took his seat at the table, next to Rose who sat opposite to Bobby as Delilah brought the food over. "I hope you all enjoy." She told them, taking her seat opposite Jack.
"Mom." Jack whimpered.
Delilah frowned. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I don't feel well." He told her, holding his stomach.
"Oh no." Delilah frowned. "Let's take you upstairs." She told him. She grabbed hers and Jacks plate and put them on the counter before walking over to Jack and picking him up, placing him on her hip. "I'm sorry." She apologized to Bobby and Rose. "Maybe another night?"
Rose smiled sympathetically, nodding as Bobby just eyed her suspiciously.
Delilah gave them one last smile before making her way upstairs. When she reached her room, she dropped Jack on the bed, smiling at his laugh when he bounced. "You did great!" She squealed quietly. "Now, as promised..." She walked over to her dresser and pulled out bags of potatoes chips, chocolate bars and sweets. She put them on the bed and walked over to her TV. She switched it on and loaded up her DVD player. 'Finding Nemo' was already in the DVD player as it was Jack's favourite film, and she pressed 'play' before getting on the bed next to Jack.
They both grinned as they picked their choice of food and watched as the film began.
"Hey." Delilah greeted.
"I just ganked me a Paris Hilton."
"What?" Delilah laughed quietly, looking over at Jack who was spread out on the other side of her bed.
"Yep." He confirmed. "Some God was takin' form of peoples biggest heros and was killing them, feeding off 'em."
"That's disgusting."
"M'hm." He agreed. "So what'cha doin?" He asked, dirtily.
"Not now." Delilah whispered. "I got Jack here with me."
"Oh." He replied, disappointed. "Can't you go to the bathroom?"
She laughed quietly. "Maybe tomorrow night, Dean."
"Fine." He huffed and there was a pause. "I'm kinda missin' you, ya' know."
She smiled. "I'm kinda' missin' you too."
"Good."
