What the fuck is wrong with Von? Alex glanced at Von with a weird and confused expression on her face, rolling her eyes and moving it to the front, catching Dean looking at her in the rear view mirror. "What are you staring at?" she snapped, even though internally she was grinning.
Peeling her banana open she began to eat it, nodding her head to the song, loving Def Leppard, and finding that what a good song it would be to-Mind out of gutter. Finishing her banana as well as the granola, they were at the school. Von couldn't have flown out of the backseat any faster than a speeding train. Alex stared after her, eyes wide and wondering yet again...what the fuck was wrong with Von?
Climbing out of the vehicle she waited for Dean. "Come on Brave heart, we've got some spirit to pass around," she said, making eye contact with Sam, looking disgruntled but not managing to hold his orbs for long.
Dean frowned as he watched Von take off like her cute little ass was on fire. What was wrong with her? He had sensed there was something off when she was in the car but didn't want to broach the subject. "Uh, yeah," he replied distractedly to Alex, blinking and looking down at her with mischievous grin, "Sure there isn't anything else you wanna pass around, then again I don't think I can let you share."
They started to walk towards the school and Dean told Alex what Von had told him about the case. "Did Von seem, I dunno, kinda off to you at all?" he queried, holding the door open for her into the gym and following in after her. All the cheerleaders were there, stretching and batting their eyes at him. Dean however took no notice instead he watched Alex, waiting for a reply.
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Sam headed inside the building confused as ever. What was going on with people this morning? Was there something in the air? Did Bobby sneak a little something into people's breakfast meal? He wasn't acting strange...not that he would like to fall back on, but that wasn't technically today.
When he entered the library and stationed himself, he found Amanda there and not late, the bell first bell ringing to signal to get to class, the one minute bell coming after 4 minutes and then the late bell. Were there enough bells in this school?
"Hey Sam. Got more books for you today in the cart," Amanda said, studying from one of her college textbooks.
"Already?"
"Yep." Sighing he went to the cart and began to wheel it along, his jacket and messenger bag still on as he moved to the book aisles, female eyes on him as he moved. Being a librarian was just damn marvelous, but he had other intentions as he headed to the corner and abandoned the cart by the fountain, removing his jacket and sitting down against the dark wall. Time to research.
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It was an ironic twist of events that Von would be running towards the school like it was a sanctuary, when any other day she would have run just as fast from it. Her messenger bag was slapping hard against her side and her heart was slamming hard in her chest, at least now it was from running and not from anything else.
Smoothing out her clothes she made it to her office where she swiftly moved inside and to her desk, dropping her bag next to it. It was glaringly obvious the next time she wouldn't be able to resist given how badly she had struggled this time around.
Von opened one of her books and flicked through a few pages till she found what she was looking for. A talisman of sorts, in the shape of a bracelet, would protect her from her friends' emotions. Since she had no equipment here to work with any metal she would have to wait till they got back to Bobby's. Or if she modified the symbols, Von checked to make sure she had the small knife in her pocket, carve them into her. Yes, she was that desperate. Von drew in a shaky breath and huffed it out. She'd wait a little while then decide.
"To carve or not to carve, that is the question." Von held the small switchblade in her hand. It's not like she hadn't cut into herself before. So why was she hesitating?
Von set the blade down on the desk and sighed. There had to be another way, there was another way, Von however didn't want to wait. It was still crawling around inside of her, sending little spikes of arousal throughout her being, making her lose her breath. Sam was in the library, she could visit him and they could…
No. No. Not happening...
Her fingers scratched along her thighs again, the need bubbling beneath the surface. How could people live with these feelings and not act on them in the middle of the street. Well some did. That wasn't the point though and Von could understand that she could control her own desires and urges but to have those of others mingling and amplifying, that was another can of worms entirely.
"I can't do this," she said to herself and picked up the blade again, studying the perfectly sharp iron with her deep green orbs. A couple little nicks in the proper design and it would be all over. "All over," she breathed. Von was afraid. What if she started and couldn't stop, she knew how it felt to have that blade cutting into her skin, to watch the brilliant red blood pucker and spill out. Everything about it was simple, beautiful, and peaceful.
Von snapped the blade closed and stuffed it back in her pocket, her eyes wandering over to the window to gaze out at the sunny sky. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with Sam. It was one pain for another. Von pushed her chair back and stood, picking out one of her notebooks from her bag. She left the office and headed towards the library.
When she entered the young brunette looked up and smiled and Von smiled politely back. A quick scouting of the area told Von where Sam was and she moved over to that corner he had shown her the other day. The one that also had the spirit lingering near it. She saw him with his nose in the old book and she watched him quietly for a moment. He seemed oblivious to her presence. "Mind if I sit with you?"
Lifting his head he froze, watching her as she sat down anyways, and he stuttered. God forbid he stuttered. "N-no. G-go right ahead."
Smooth. Smooth.
"What brings here to the spot of dubbed sanctified privacy in the whole entire school?" he asked her, going back to his book but not really reading.
Sam saw the words he did, but he didn't retain them. Why was Von here? Did she come to see him or simply to just escape things or read? But she must've known he was here, otherwise why would she have come all the way to the library and back here? She must've wanted to see him if she came to this place. Right? Conflicted. So conflicted.
Von smiled warmly at him, his stutter not lost on her but confusing her nonetheless. She was still trying to comprehend the fact that he liked her. "You, actually."
She set her notebook in her lap, gaze falling to it and then back to Sam, doing a poor job of pretending to read. Remembering his taste alone was enough to bring back the feelings she thought she had gotten a reign on, on her way to the library.
Her gaze dropped again and her hand went to her side, fingers picking at the fuzz on the carpet. Her thighs were hurting from her nails and yet she wanted to dig them in again to stop what she was feeling. It was desperate and pathetic and it never worked. Just like her life.
"I've been thinking about..." she closed her eyes as a wave of heat encompassed her. Energy flooding up her spine and down again to her core. Her nails dug into the carpet and she stopped breathing until she thought she could control it.
I need you, Sam. But I can't just...I can't. I hate this, I fucking hate it!
"Von?" he asked. Sam had scooted closer to her when she started to quite and he noticed she was fighting something, but he didn't know what. "Are you okay?"
Touching her arm he waited for a reaction. Is she hurt? Is something attacking her? Women were hard to comprehend at the best of times and this was one of those times. Sam was completely clueless like a normal guy would be. His blue-green eyes were intent on her face.
"...Taste and touch...until you can't stop yourself..."
Von shook her head. Tethers were snapping on her control. His touch. His eyes.
I need this out of my system. Why does it have to be here?
Von fell into his eyes, seeing an unmistakable glimmer there that matched what she was feeling. Maybe she had mistaken it for something else but it was too late.
Neeeeed him.
Her voice growled hungrily in her head. Her hand shifted over to take his wrist and she leaned forward, mouth parting and eyes closing. The feel of his lips sent shivers of pleasure through her and she kept the pressure light, pulling away, her eyes shining with the need for release and comfort in his arms. "I'm sorry," she made to stand, green orbs shimmering and body burning with desire.
"Wait, what do you have to be sorry for?" Sam inquired, gripping her wrist and keeping her down by him. He wasn't going to let her run away from him, he wasn't going to let her run away in general.
Please don't push from me.
"For everything," she managed to look him in the eye, not for long though, her gaze soon dropping to the floor again. Sam would never understand and Von would never be able to explain. What would he think? What was he thinking now? A similar desperation to her going like last night touched Von and she inwardly flinched from it. Sam's need for her was confusing and overwhelming.
I don't understand. I'm not worth much, nothing special, not really. Nothing good either, nothing close.
"I don't understand...why me?" Von couldn't bring herself to look at him, fearing what she would see in his eyes.
Why her? Why her? Didn't it click in her brain yet? Hadn't he said it, hadn't he shown her? "It has to be you because who understands me like you? My brother for one, but it's nice to know that there is someone else who gets me and knows when to hold off for the moment. It has to be you because you are special in a way that words cannot describe and the full meaning defies all purpose of thought. It has to be you because you are mine..." he answered, sighing and looking at her thoughtfully.
Lifting his hands to her face he gently caressed her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, kissing her lips soft and slow, showing her what he felt. Was this why she had come down here? To talk about this?
"You won't be able to stop yourself...I can see why she wants you..."
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Alex avoided the gym office, going to the PA system and setting down her stuff there, turning to Dean with her hands crossed in front of her. "Yeah. Don't know what has gotten to her, but who knows maybe it's just a morning thing that only will happen today or Sam can figure it out," Alex replied, pursing her lips together and tilting her head to the side, eyes landing on the girls behind Dean a good ways away, staring at his ass. She had to agree it was a nice ass, but she immediately turned and bent for her CD's, choosing "Give it to Me" by Shakira.
'What you give is exactly what you receive. So put me in a cage and lock me away, and I'll play the games that you want me to play...'
Meeting the sight of the cheerleaders already working on a routine, she wondered if maybe they had gotten together after school and come up with something. It looked liked it. But what really drew her attention was Dean's expression. "What?" she asked.
Does the term 'dance dirty with the brave' mean anything to you?
Dean shrugged. He didn't really think Von should be dumped on Sam like that. But his brother did like her after all so maybe he wouldn't mind. A small smile twitched at the hunter's lips. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was stunning. And he had been the first, Alex might not have realized it, but that made it special for him too. And to think the other day they probably would have killed each other. Funny how things work themselves out.
"I was just thinking, those girls seem to know what they're doing," he bobbed his head towards them and some of the clueless ones took that as a cue to start flirting from afar. "I'm sure they won't mind being unsupervised for a few minutes."
I have no shame.
"But I can totally understand on a professional level if you don't-" Dean trailed off as the gym teacher, Mr. Eric Hardy, came out of the office, eyes locking on each of the young cheerleaders before settling on Alex.
And Dean on a very base and unprofessional level did not like the way the coach was fixated upon the brunette. Before Dean would have laughed but still been protective. Now he wanted to clobber the man's skull until his brains liquefied and his eye balls fell out of his head.
Speechless. The man had no shame, not that she was complaining. Alex wouldn't have minded another go round...she had been thinking it back at Bobby's before they left the panic room. She was about to answer him when he cut off and she felt eyes on her, making her have Goosebumps. Meeting the source she found Eric.
Couldn't get into our pants before, now he finds it a goal to get there again? Just look at how he is looking at you Alex.
"Actually Dean, that doesn't sound like a bad idea," she said, taking his hand and exiting the gym into the empty hallway.
Dean held her hand for a second longer and eased away. He had been dragged from the gym that was how he viewed it. For good reason too, otherwise there would have been blood. "I'm glad you think so." Dean turned his head back to make sure that they weren't being followed. "Where'd ya wanna go?" he waggled his eyebrows at her and laughed when she rolled her eyes. Clearing his throat the smile dropped from his face. "We should probably check out the rest of the school, see if we can find the spooks that Red was talking about."
Broom closet, bathroom, car...
Alex choked on her own spit and she coughed, eyes widened at the mental suggestion, and she looked at Dean. "Okay. Where to start?"
I already gave the options.
"They weren't valid," she said in a whisper, although trying to make it so the other person couldn't hear was impossible when in an empty hallway that makes the tiniest noises maximize.
Oh come on like you weren't thinking them. I am you after all, what I think you think.
"At lunch did you want to-"
Do it?
"Hit the store?" she asked as she kept an eye on the rest of school, meeting Dean's eyes casually, but what she saw she couldn't help the shiver all over her body that made her yelp and jump. Or was that a cold spot? Nah, that was most definitely her reaction to it and she instantly gave an excuse on it being a random chill. People got those all the time.
Dean. Dean. Dean. After one night with him and he is affecting you like no other.
Why couldn't the internal half shut up?
"Yeah, we can do that," he nodded, ignoring her whispered comment, figuring she was replying to something spoken in her head. If it happened again he would ask her about it. He grabbed her arm and pulled her off to the side to a nice little corner that was out of the way. Dean leaned over her, head ducking down to kiss her lightly on the lips and down to her neck. "In the meantime," he purred against her skin and smiled when she shivered again. "I think I can help you warm up since you said you're chilly."
