Part 2: The Twins
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There were few things that could best the fun of having a mud fight with his baby brother after a successful hunt. Washing the mud off of his body with his boyfriend in the shower was definitely one of them. Dean loved an aggressive Sasha. Whatever that surge of demonic energy was doing to his companions, fervor was a prominent part of the package. And stamina, it would seem.
Dean was still half covered in mud, gasping back against the tiled wall while Sasha gripped him hard and ran eager hands down the contours of his stomach, making him quiver. It was as if there had never been a fight or that empty hole during the two weeks Dean and Sasha barely spoke, which was exactly how Dean wanted it. There was no easing back in for them. Dean didn't have time for that.
Time, in fact, slipped away from them quickly even when they thought there was plenty of it. Too soon a ready-to-go Sam was knocking on their bathroom door. There was laughter in his voice as he called, "Hey, no time for that! It's already late! Come on, you two!"
There was no command in the words so Sasha didn't immediately listen, chuckling darkly as he continued his assault and the mapping of Dean's body with his fingers.
Dean finally was the one to pull away because he didn't like knowing Sam was just outside the door, not when this power made both brother and lover so unpredictable. Hell, Dean wouldn't put it past Sam to walk right in and haul their naked asses out of the shower.
"Incubus…back in the box," Dean gasped and patted Sasha's chest, only for once the phrase didn't refer to any visible incubus attributes. This was more for the 'little incubus' that was not at all little and was currently sandwiched hard and demanding between their bodies. "Later," Dean promised, looking forward to that so damn much since there had been yet another long hiatus.
After actually getting clean with some slightly cooler water, Dean and Sasha made quick work of the bathroom. They hadn't brought any clothes in with them so they had to walk out in just their towels. Dean was surprised to find Sam sitting on one of the beds, his right leg bouncing in anticipation to leave, in clothing Dean was sure he had never seen before. Well, Sam's jacket was Sam's jacket, but the jeans were nicer and not as baggy as usual, and his T-shirt looked at least a half-size too small, pulling tight across Sam's chest and abs.
There was a long whistle from Sasha in approval as the incubus moved for his bag. Sam grinned and then politely turned his head so they could both get dressed.
"I didn't know you owned clothing not made of flannel, Smallville," Sasha said as he scrounged for proper attire. His eyes darted over to Dean. "Well, Smallville #1, I should say," he smirked.
Dean promptly and gladly gave Sasha the finger. "Eat me, Lois," Dean shot back.
Sasha gasped and feigned offence. "In front of Sam?"
The nearest thing for Dean to grab other than a gun was the motel's complimentary box of Kleenex. He hurled it at Sasha's head. The incubus easily sidestepped it, of course, and him and Sam both laughed.
"Seriously now," Sasha went on, dropping his towel once Sam had turned away again, "You guys are too practical with all the layers. 'Bout time you showed off some of that body." The incubus fairly leered as he said the word.
Dean scowled. "Hey," he called to the incubus—his incubus, damn it, "I don't need to hear that shit. That's my baby brother you're hitting on."
There was a nondescript snort from Sam who wisely kept his head turned towards the window. Sasha, still buck naked without the towel, shorts in hand now but not on his body, looked to Dean with a coy expression. "I meant the comment for both of you," he said, "And that was not me hitting on Sam. Trust me. If I was hitting on Sam it would be more like—"
"Don't even go there," Sam said before Dean could, mock-horrified but with a smile in every word like how he had been since they left the farmstead. Dean couldn't help loving the sound of Sam's voice like that because it so rarely maintained anything even close to that quality for long. "I had the jeans from way back," Sam started to explain, probably to get the subject off of anything sexual, "I don't wear them much because we're always doing things I'd rather wear wrecked ones for. No point in ruining my one nice pair. And the shirt…" Dean could hear something like a blush creep into his brother's voice. He wasn't sure how it was possible to hear a blush, but that was definitely what it was. "Jessica…" he breathed, "When she gave it to me…she said I didn't have enough fun with myself. I haven't worn it since…"
Dean didn't need the end of that sentence to know when the 'since' referred to. But it was strange. Sam was openly talking about something that had to do with Jessica but there wasn't the usual remorse in his voice. There was fondness, a fondness of remembering something happy and pleasant. Dean knew it was mainly because of the energy high—the normal Sam hadn't gotten to that point yet where he could talk about Jess without sulking and looking forlorn—but tonight this Sam could, and it made Dean happy Sam was wearing that shirt.
It wasn't all that bad a shirt either, just so…Ambercrombie, or whatever that place was. Too tight. Graphic of some weird design on it. Probably cost more than Dean's whole outfit. Once he decided what he was going to wear. Dean stared at his stuffed duffle. It was official—the 'girls' had corrupted him if he was actually thinking about what to wear for a night out.
"Here," Sasha called to him suddenly, and when Dean looked up, the redhead, who was bare-chested but in jeans now, tossed him a dark grey Henley. Dean didn't recognize the shirt as anything Sasha had worn before, and then he realized why. By the looks of it, the shirt was a little too small for the incubus.
A smile pulled at the corner of Dean's mouth as he held the shirt up. "You dressing me, baby?"
"Well not physically," Sasha smirked, "Unless you want me to."
"Hey, virgin ears over here," Sam called to them, actually kind of making fun of himself with that remark, which made Dean laugh then too.
Dean liked Henleys and the dark grey was kind of nice so he figured what the hell and slipped the shirt on. Sasha, like Sam, selected one of his tighter T-shirts. It was a shame both his and Dean's leathers were drying out after being muddied and rained on, so they would have to settled for their non-leather jackets.
It was magic hour, just when the clubs and bars really got crazy, which was the best time to hit them anyway. And to make things even better, Sasha's succubus twin friends Epica and Attoinette would be waiting for them. Finally, a little of that good feeling Dean had earned at least ten times over and should have been feeling earlier in the night began to fill his chest with warmth. For the first time in almost a year he didn't feel like a marked man.
He was more than ready for a night on the town.
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Dean could admit that he was a little wary as to what kind of place these succubae would be meeting them at since last time he had ended up at a gay bar with Cam. He liked the girls already though when Sasha directed Dean into a parking lot for a bar that was much more Dean's style. Rougher without being Hicksville, pool tables and card games for hustling—not that Dean had his mind set on any of that for tonight—two working bars, one on either side of the place, and a dance floor that was full without being packed. Dean grinned to think that he might be able to get away with some subtle dancing with Sasha since they would have two women with them.
"So what do these chicks look like?" Dean asked, scanning the bar for an identical pair. Sasha had said they were identical twins but that they were as far from the dress alike, act alike kind as you could get. That made spotting them a little more difficult.
Sasha was worrying his lip a little as he scanned along with Dean. They were just off the side of the main door so they wouldn't block anyone coming or going. "Think stereotypical succubus," Sasha said, "At least appearance wise. I suppose coloring could be all over the map, but the twins are blonde. Blue eyes."
"And built like a brick house?" Dean snarked.
A similar grin played about Sasha's face as he turned to Dean. "You know the way models were in the 80s?"
"You mean when they still had curves?"
Sasha nodded appreciatively. "And the last time I saw them was when we were sixteen, so…"
"So basically whoever has the biggest tits in this place is—"
"There," Sam cut Dean off, gesturing towards the back of the bar where there were several tall tables with stools all around them. Low and behold there were two blondes sitting back there, one of which was waving them over enthusiastically. Sam just shrugged when Sasha and Dean turned skeptical eyes on him. "What? I can sense Sasha and the others, right? Tonight I could probably sense those two from five miles away. Let's go." He flashed a smile Dean had thought was only a Winchester trait for him—and maybe Dad back in the day—but apparently Sam knew how to turn on the charm too. It made Dean smirk to himself as they made their way across the bar.
The twins were everything Sasha had said as they came into closer view—blonde, blue eyed, svelte and busty as anything, and as different as two women with the same face could be. The one who had waved them over wore her hair long and wavy down her back. She was wearing a slinky little pink dress with a short black jacket. She had one of those blinding smiles as if she loved everyone and everything and wanted the whole wide world to know about it.
Her sister, on the other hand, merely smirked a little as they approached, more subtle and laid back. Her hair was shaggy and mused with gel so that it framed her head and face at sharp angles. There was a streak of royal blue in a chunk of her bangs that reminded Dean of Wade from Pittsburgh. She was also in tight black jeans, a red midriff cutoff tank and a black leather jacket that was and was not like her sister's cotton one. One look at each of them said pretty much everything about their personalities.
"Sasha!" the long-haired one squealed once they reached the table, throwing herself into his arms so that he had no choice but to lift her from the floor and spin her a little, which made her giggle happily, "Oh my god! You're gorgeous! Not that that wasn't the most obvious thing back in the day, but honey. You are just hot. Ooo! And these are your boys, right?" she said, bouncing just as easily away from Sasha towards Sam and Dean. "I'm Attoinette."
Dean wasn't entirely sure if he should hug the girl or hold out a hand, so he left that decision up to Sam who, high on energy or not, went with the handshake. "As in 'let them eat cake'?" Sam asked as they shook.
The succubus giggled again, grabbing Dean's hand next which she surprised him with considering her firm and very strong grip. "No 'N'. Just 'AT'. Attointette. Atty's fine though. Come sit down."
Sasha was already wrapped around the other sister who had gotten up but was squeezing Sasha tight not being twirled. When they parted, she took the initiative to hold out a hand for Sam and Dean. Her grip was even tighter, Dean noted. "Epica," she said with that same half-smile, "Eppy'll do. Sam and…Dean, right?" Her eyes surveyed both of them with a brief but encompassing head to toe scan. Dean knew that both sisters had the same tone and general quality to their voices, but something in Epica's just had more depth.
The five of them settled in at the table, which seemed most suited for four chairs but the girls had already procured a fifth. They fit Sasha in between them leaving Sam and Dean to sit next to each other. Neither Winchester really minded considering this was supposed to be another meeting of old friends. Dean was surprised though that Sam sat next to Epica and not Attoinette seeing as how the sweet and bouncy just seemed more his type. Epica looked like she could probably kick Dean's ass at pool, and probably also just kick his ass in general.
"Got a couple pitchers of Blue Moon on the way, if that's okay with you boys?" Epica said, "Course we could always grab some shots first to start the night right." She leaned forward a little as she gauged Sasha and then the brothers for their reactions to that suggestion, her cleavage becoming just a bit more pronounced over the top of her tight tank. Dean spotted a little blue star tattoo on the fleshy part of her right breast. Very sexy.
Suddenly, something—or rather someone—struck Dean's shin hard enough that he almost cried out. He managed to hold it back and just grimace but he immediately looked to Sasha with a ready glare. The incubus was watching him all smug and self-satisfied. 'What', Dean snarled with his eyes. He had only been admiring. Like Sasha never admired? Ha!
While Sasha turned away innocently, Dean was brought back to the conversation as he picked up on what Sam was saying.
"Depends on the shots," Sam said almost coyly, "And who's buying."
Epica's sideways grin widened. "We'll cover first round, and first shots, but that means we get to choose what, eh, Atty?"
"Rules are rules," Attoinette answered sweetly.
"We're looking to hear all about what you boys have been up to," Epica went on, casting her eyes in turn at each of them. But, Dean noticed, landing finally on Sam beside her. "Let's see how…loose we can get those tongues of yours." She winked and got up from the table again, heading towards the bar, Dean assumed, to get those promised shots before their beer arrived.
Dean couldn't help elbowing Sam a little, which Sam didn't ignore like usual. Instead the guy actually allowed a small grin. "So," Dean started in, looking to Attoinette beside him, "What were you fine ladies doing in town? Gotta say this is much better company than we probably would have had otherwise." Attoinette's dress wasn't quite as low cut as her sister's top, but Dean couldn't help wondering if there was a tattoo hiding under there too.
"Mutual quarry," Attoinette said, "Talked to Cam the other day and said where we were headed. He mentioned you guys were heading here too. Everything go okay with your, umm…hunt?" She said the word as if it was some dangerous thing that shouldn't be spoken aloud, but her smile never wavered. "Must have been something big. Looks like you needed a quickie before coming here," she giggled, elbowing Sasha much as Dean had just elbowed Sam, "You're so totally glowing."
A blush spread over Sasha's cheeks, something that Dean saw so seldom he often wondered if he imagined it. "Atty," he said chidingly, "Actually, it was kind of big, but it went well. Sam and I are a little…I guess you could say, buzzed. Long story."
Almost immediately Attoinette turned her head curiously to Sam. Her brow furrowed for a moment like she was trying to see something that just wasn't there. "Hmm. You're the…the special one with all the powers, right?" she asked, "But…I don't see anything other than hot young guy." Her hand came up to her mouth as she giggled again. "Guess you're a little out of our league if I don't sense anything. Though Cam had already said that."
"I hope that doesn't…scare you," Sam said, for a moment completely back to the Sam that Dean dealt with on a daily basis—caring and apologetic with the puppy-eyes turned up to full volume in fear that someone might actually think he was the big bad so many people considered him.
Again, Dean knew he already liked these sisters because Attoinette laughed full breadth and said, "You kidding me? Honey, you may be a lot of things but scary isn't one of them. Cam and Charis would have been enough for us to believe that, but to hear Lindsey give the okay too? Okay, so a very tentative and not quite complete okay, but still, this is Lindsey we're talking about. We heard all about Pittsburgh. I'll admit, the idea of hunters can be kinda scary. But you aren't. It was never really about that, Sash," she said with a frown as she turned to the redhead, hugging Sasha's arm with sudden fervor, "You know that right?"
Sasha had already explained to Sam and Dean that the same forgive and forget wouldn't be necessary with the twins because they never really had strong opinions about hunters other than to avoid them if thrown right into their path. He imagined that the only reason they hadn't come to him themselves sooner was because they assumed he wanted nothing to do with them.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
Sasha had also been kind enough to forewarn Dean that the twins were especially touchy feeling with everyone, and that being around them usually made Sasha act more that way too. Therefore Dean knew not to get upset when Sasha leaned over to Attoinette, her arms still clutching his, and kissed her soft and chaste on the lips. "I'm just ready to put it all behind me, Atty. Figured tonight would be a great start." He grinned that positively blinding smile. "Fun and mayhem and everything else. Me and my boys are so ready for that."
A snort rose up from Dean before he could help it. "There's that 'your boys' line again," Dean said with a slight grimace.
"Is there some part of this relationship I'm unaware of," Sam finished, indicating the three of them with a twirl of his finger. He was smirking and being coy and making inappropriate sex jokes. Oh, how Dean wished he could get Sam to act like that more often.
"So," Dean went on, returning the conversation to Attoinette, "You said mutual quarry brought you two here? What, you and your sister do a little double-teaming sometimes?" Dean leered suggestively as he said that, expecting a jab or kick from Sam at his inappropriateness or maybe a sharp look from Sasha.
But no reprimand came, at least not before Attoinette responded quite innocently with, "Of course. Don't you?"
Somehow Dean managed quite valiantly to choke on his lack of drink and he and Sam simultaneously inched their stools further apart. Apparently between the whole 'Sasha's boys' thing, Sam's little comment, and who knows what else, the twins were under a very wrong impression about the nature of the Winchester/incubus relationship.
"Oh, oops," Attoinette giggled, covering her mouth again, "Guess not. My bad. Obviously I can see that Sam doesn't have any pheromones on him or anything, but I thought maybe that was just coz I couldn't sense anything else either. And since you boys have been hanging out with an incubus so long," she said to Sam and Dean, "I guess we thought maybe you didn't care as much about those silly human boundaries." She waved her hand dismissively.
Silly human boundaries? Dean held his tongue from explaining to the succubus that it was more like the thought of Sam in any way sexual made him feel like he was about to throw up. Dean realized the double standard, of course, of finding it hot that the twins enjoyed joint sexual acts, and he was fine with that—with the double standard. May it continue forever, he thought vehemently.
Attoinette opened her mouth as if she was about to explain further. Meanwhile, it did not go unnoticed that Sasha looked halfway to horrified and very apologetic. Thankfully, they were all saved from further embarrassing ideas as Epica returned with a small tray of shots.
"Quick and dirty, kids," Epica grinned as she passed the shots around the table. It was a three layered shot with a sheen of green to it, the top layer obviously being crème de menthe. At the group's curious looks—save Attoinette who was beaming—Epica rolled her eyes at all of them and smacked Sasha in the shoulder. "You don't know what an Irish Flag is, Mr. Kelly? What kind of Mic are you? Bottoms up." She winked, lifted her own shot to the center of the table and waited for the others to clink.
Quick and dirty. Since no one had any objections and the subject being changed was more than welcome, they obeyed. The shots went down smooth and fast just as instructed. Dean licked his lips, enjoying the slight burn from the mint. Push come to shove he was always a beer man, but damn there were some good shots in the world.
Half an hour later their first two pitchers of beer had come and gone and the night looked very promising.
Dean barely even registered anymore that Sam and Sasha were running off an energy high. With Sasha it just made him a little more excitable, though Dean happily anticipated more of that sex-starved aggression when they got back to the motel later. With Sam it seemed to make him a little more…well, frankly, like Dean. He was blatantly flirting with both succubae in the same manner he calmed mothers and frightened children on hunts—with caring eyes, that large smile with dimples, and his full and undivided attention.
"All night just sitting in the car watching? I think I'd go crazy," Attoinette laughed. It was even later now and the warmth of the alcohol had made her ditch her jacket a few minutes earlier. Dean couldn't help noticing the extra heave to her bosom. Her dress was spaghetti strap but he still couldn't tell if she was hiding any tattoos like her sister—besides the ones he knew she had to have been born with. Sadly, Attoinette's hair covered her back and Epica still had her jacket on, so Dean hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of either of their wings.
Sasha replied to Attoinette's comment with a wide smile. "We have ways of entertaining ourselves," he supplied, waggling an eyebrow at Dean, which made the whole thing seem much naughtier than it had been.
Early morning before sunrise while staking out a warehouse in Napoleon, ND Dean had woken up leaning against Sasha in the front seat of the Impala. This had been before their relationship had gone anywhere beyond stolen kisses. That was all they had done at the warehouse too, steal a mutual kiss—okay, maybe a succession of kisses—while Sam slumbered in the back.
Dean remembered it fondly.
"Yeah," Sam said, sounding mildly irritated but mostly just amused, "They tend to think that me being even slightly unconscious gives them the go ahead to full-on molest each other five feet away from me."
"Hey, what you don't know…" Dean shrugged.
Sam shook his head and laughed, the twins laughing merrily right along with him. "You know the funny thing about that, Dean…is that you think I didn't know," Sam grinned.
There again was some of that energy-induced mischievousness that kind of made Dean nervous. "Wait. What?" Dean nearly gaped. He could have sworn that Sam hadn't been onto them yet in Napoleon, but apparently the kid was more observant than he gave him credit for.
The rest of the table erupted into laughter at Dean's expense. "Your turn," Sam said, leaning into Epica a little and then looking across at Attoinette, "We caught up with the hellbeast the next night. Clean sweep. It tried to run for it but Dean shot it down before it could get too far. Believe me we'll take a boring night of staking out any day if it leads to an easy end to the hunt. So…next pearl of wisdom is yours again, ladies."
They had been trading stories quid pro quo. So far the twins had made it quite clear that they lived up to everything Dean thought about succubae. They both definitely leaned the male direction when it came to hunting, but neither was entirely exclusive like Cam. They also were just as often apart as they were together, much as they admitted enjoying a little 'family fun' now and again.
Hot as the images running through Dean's head may be, he was still a little nauseous from that particular way of wording it.
"You know it's funny, or maybe kind of crazy," Epica started in, pausing to take a long gulp of who knows what beer they were on by now, "We split often enough to go our own way, do our own thing, ya know. Coz we're big girls now, thank you. We don't always need to be together. But somehow, I don't know if it's being twins, just sisters, or coz we're on the supernatural side of things anyway, but we always end up together again. Right, Atty?" she said, to which her sister giggled as she often did and gave an affirming nod.
"You too, huh?" Sam smiled warmly, casting a fond glance over at Dean.
Dean smiled right back. There was only one time Sam walked away from him out of choice. Okay, maybe two times. Damn it, actually three, Dean realized, which kind of made him pissed for a second and he lost that smile in an instant. Yeah, there were three times.
When Sam left for college.
When Sam went in search of Dad—which incidentally almost got Dean skewered by a pagan scarecrow.
And then there was that whole second mess with Gordon that if it hadn't been for Ava would have ended with Sam blowing up on trip wire.
There was no doubt in Dean's mind, life was definitely better when Sam stayed close to home.
"There was this one time," Attoinette was saying, "I was already in town, Spokane, I think."
"Yeah," Epica nodded.
"I was tailing this older guy, the kind of sweet, handsome, totally wonderful type, but for whatever crazy reason never got married and almost never gets laid. You know? We had already met briefly and I let the whole thing slide, playing a little hard to get. Then I show up at this pub he stopped at in town all 'oh, wow, I didn't think I'd see you here!'." She giggled again. It was very bell-like, and Dean decided it must be part of their fae heritage since it made him think of nymphs or something to hear a voice that honestly sweet and melodic. "But he had this sort of confused look on his face when I started talking, right?" she went on, "Coz suddenly up walks Eppy who had been chatting to him too. He thought we were the same person! And poor us, we didn't even know we were in the same town."
"Wait, wait," Dean couldn't help intervening, "I thought it was like way easy for you guys to sense your same kind. You know, succubus sensing succubus."
"Wavelengths, Dean," Sasha explained dismissively, "We always assumed the twins had a tougher time because they were too close, or some shit like that, right?" he barked a laugh like maybe he thought they were faking that little detail.
"It's true," Attoinette said, sounding affronted, "It just feels like sensing ourselves. Eppy could be standing right behind me and I'd barely notice. But there must be some kind of pull or psychic thing or something since things like that happen practically all the time. All for the best though. That guy really needed us, poor thing."
Epica grinned but with more of a leer than Attoinette as she said, "He was very…appreciative too. Course whenever we go for a group effort like that we need to feed again that much sooner. Kinda have to share, ya know? Wouldn't want to wear any one person out too much, especially since once in a while," she said with a not so subtle look at Sam, "We might like to go back for seconds."
Oh fuck, Dean thought. That was definitely a cue to make scarce. "Need a new round here looks like," he said quickly, getting up from his stool and smacking Sam a little harder than necessary on the back, "Hey, Baby," he called to Sasha, "Why don't you give me a hand, huh?" He made sure his stare was direct enough so that Sasha would get the hint.
A grin curled around Sasha's lips and he was out of his stool in a second. "Sure, any requests?" he asked the rest of the table.
"Aw, you call him 'baby'?" Attoinette nearly squealed at Dean rather than answer Sasha's question, "That's so cute. Cam said you were cute. Well, Cam's a boy, so he said you 'suited each other' or something. But it all means the same."
If possible Attoinette seemed even more bouncy and chatty now that she had a good amount of alcohol in her. Epica hardly seemed phased, just sort of laid back and easy, which Dean assumed was why Sam was playing to her a little more. Epica said, "I could go for some Leinies," and Dean was sold.
"At your service," Dean winked and then took off with Sasha towards the bar. He vaguely heard the beginnings of Sam and the twins' new conversation, which seemed to head straight for talk of Sam: the almost lawyer. The girls sounded like they had real interest too. Sammy was in so much trouble. It made Dean grin almost sinisterly. He was so thankful of that energy high now if it got Sam off his high horse for a few hours.
"I should really tell them to stop," Sasha said once they were up at the bar. There was quite a gathering so they were in for a fairly long wait before they'd even get to put in their order for a few more pitchers.
Despite Sasha's words his voice sounded merry and impish, just as Dean knew he probably sounded too. "Leave 'em be. Sammy needs his ego stroked a little."
"Among other things," Sasha snorted.
Dean smacked Sasha in the arm for that comment, much as he might agree. What he had once thought was a blush in Sasha's cheeks he now realized was a warm glow, either from the beer, the energy, or maybe some fun combination. Dean liked the way it made Sasha look so content with life and living.
Glancing over their shoulders at the table, Dean could see that Sam and the girls were laughing and getting on well even by their lonesome. Every time one of them spoke they leaned in real close—intimate.
Dean had to ask, "They using a little pheromone action over there?"
The bar was loud enough that they didn't even have to keep their voices all that hushed to know no one else could hear what they said. Sasha bit his lip a little before answering, like maybe he felt guilty. "Only the normal kind. I can tell them to stop. I should," he said. He seemed to be trying to convince himself like a little part of his conscience kept getting in the way of just leaving Sam to his good time.
There was no part of Dean that minded trumping someone's conscience. "Like I said, leave 'em. If it's just the normal kind than Sam's still making his own decisions. Knowing him, the combination of being giddy with demonic energy and being swayed by pheromones is probably the only way he'd ever get laid. Besides, the twins are hot. Lucky bastard."
Considering how often Dean felt the white hot anger of jealousy, it sort of pleased him when Sasha turned sharply with a somewhat fierce expression.
Grinning devilishly, Dean said, "Be honest now. What exactly is the energy thing doing to you guys other than making you both itching to let off a little steam?" The music was loud and there were at least a dozen conversations going on right around them, so they had to stay close in order to talk.
Sasha took advantage of that. It probably looked innocent enough from an outside perspective, but as Sasha leaned close to Dean's ear again, breath dusting over the sensitive skin, the incubus' hips pressed in tight against Dean's thigh. Heat emanated from beneath the firm denim. "Well, Dean, it seems to me it just takes what's already in us and…enhances that like an overcharged battery. Maybe we're a little more…open because dissenting voices are smaller and…hushed," he said with an exhale of air that made Dean shiver, "But is that a bad thing?"
Even though the familiar presence beneath Sasha's jeans wasn't exactly hard, that heat was still enough to send rivulets of fire spiraling down to Dean's belly. "You know what they say," Dean couldn't resist grinning, "Absolute power…"
"Oh I think you know I've always been a little…corrupted," Sasha breathed in a dangerously low voice.
Dean shivered harder. "Ah…well then. Guess I know what we'll be doing tonight," he said, still feeling Sasha's warm breath against his ear and that radiating heat pressed to his thigh, "And since I have an idea what Sammy might be doing tonight too, you can vouch for those chicks, right?" Even feeling a little amorous and buzzed from the drinking and good conversation, Sam's well being always came first.
It was further evidence how perfect the incubus was for Dean that Sasha never seemed to mind. He pulled away slightly and smiled in reassurance. "Do you mean could they be secretly plotting Sam's death by sex? No," he grinned, "Knowing Eppy and Atty though, they could probably still wear him out no matter how juiced up he is. Oh, and if we have to face the wrath of Sam later for not intervening, I am so putting the blame on you."
Laughter tumbled easily from Dean's lips. "I accept your terms." Besides, no man in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to sex up twins. If Sam had to be in a slightly altered state of mind to get on that same wavelength then Dean was fine with that. It's not as if it was possible to take advantage of a couple of succubae.
Sasha and Dean finally returned to the table with two new pitchers of beer only to find the girls getting up off their stools and manhandling Sam towards the dance floor. He was really only feigning a struggle since he was smiling all bashful-like instead of looking freaked like usual.
"Hey!" Dean called after them, setting the pitcher he had been carrying down on the table. Going off of what Sasha had said about the energy, Dean realized with a kind of satisfaction that this flirtier, more fun Sam was part of the way the kid really was deep down. The Boy Scout/Bitch nature just got in the way too often.
"Come on," the twins said together, reminding Dean for the first time in at least a couple hours now that they were actually twins, not just hot chicks with the same face.
Dean was all set to wave them off and enjoy some cold beer, leaving Sammy to his fun, but suddenly there was a firm grip on his wrist and Dean was being dragged in Sam and the girls' direction by an incubus who he kept forgetting loved to dance. Dean could admit a growing fondness for it too where Sasha was involved but he didn't want to have to remind his even more ardent than usual incubus lover that they were not in a gay bar. They were in a normal, people-would-probably-stare kind of bar.
The girls looked pleased that they would be joined and Sam just shrugged all unassuming as they all soon found themselves crowded amongst several dozen other people on the dance floor, all moving in different ways to the current song. No one really looked as though they were dancing with just one person so Dean relaxed, hoping he would be safe from Sasha broadcasting their relationship. Considering the repercussions that once had in a very different bar Dean should have known that even a heightened Sasha would never risk that again.
The redhead must have also known that Eppy and Atty would take control of the situation because he didn't seem at all surprised when the twins sandwiched themselves between their male companions and began dancing without an ounce of modesty. Dean got a little lost in the whole thing, sometimes listening in as one or both of the girls laughed and talked with Sasha over the music, or when the girls continued their blatant flirting with Sam. Dean didn't feel at all left out, more like a privileged spectator that kept getting drawn in and was always part of the dance.
At one point Dean very distinctly noticed Epica grinning while she whispered something into Sasha's ear. The incubus chuckled and turned to promptly whisper back. Whatever he told her seemed to please Epica because she raised her eyebrows seductively and danced back over to Sam.
The look Sasha gave Dean then explained perfectly what the exchange had been about.
Permission.
A few minutes later Sam excused himself to the restroom just before a slow song began. Dean had to wonder if his brother was psychic. Ha ha.
Attoinette immediately tugged Sasha's arm and pulled him close, pleading for a dance. Since the incubus smiled and gave in Dean figured he had an obligation to look after the other sister. He tossed Epica his patented 'so, uh, care for a dance' look that he used to only use on the rare occasions a slow song played in one of the rougher bars they frequented. The short-haired blonde with blue bangs to match her eyes and that alluring star tattoo quirked her lips and obliged, moving into Dean's body.
Dean enjoyed the irony of the situation. "I'm guessing you're the older sister," he said, and for the first time all night he was able to speak at a normal level and still be heard.
The twins had angular faces, sharp and symmetrical, except for their dainty little noses. Attoinette's crinkled when she smiled or giggled. Epica's just gave a little twitch. "And don't think I don't take those ten minutes seriously," she said, "Cam mentioned that he thought you and Sam reminded him of us with how much you'd pretty much do anything for each other. I can admire that. Family's important. And Sasha's family. Kills me we stayed away just because we figured that's what he wanted. Never had a run-in with a hunter myself but I know Sasha's no turn-coat. And as for you and your brother, way I see it if you meant Sasha any harm you've had plenty of opportunity."
In his periphery Dean caught sight of Sam returning. He met his brother's gaze for a moment before saying, "Good to hear you think so, coz I'm a sucker for a pretty face and I'd hate for this to be one-sided." Dean leaned the smallest bit closer. "Pretty sure it's not one-sided but I'm guessing you already know that."
Before Epica had the chance to be confused by Dean's cryptic assessment, the elder Winchester smoothly passed her over to Sam.
"Keep this poor girl company, will ya, Sammy?" Dean said with a grin, "I'm dying for a drink."
Another slow song played in succession and while enjoying an admittedly warm glass of beer, Dean watched Sasha and Sam in amusement as they traded partners, still dancing. What Dean wouldn't give to see both of them have that everyday. Not that he wanted to push Sasha into the arms of some chick, of course. He wasn't too worried about either of the twins trying to steal his baby. His baby brother, on the other hand…
Dean snorted to himself before taking another drink, contentedly alone at their table for the moment. No, what Dean wanted for both brother and friend was for those smiles to be more than passing or just energy induced. At the rate they were going he was actually starting to believe he might be able to manage that.
While contemplating getting a new drink since the beer was really too warm to enjoy, Dean was surprised to be suddenly joined at the table. He felt the presence first, seeing that someone was sitting across from him out of the corner of his eye as he stared into his half-full glass. The bit of black he could see made him assume it had to be one of the girls, probably Epica since she still had her jacket on. But when Dean looked up the woman he saw sitting with him was not blonde, a succubus, or at all welcome.
"Malak."
The red-haired woman before Dean, wearing that same classy black dress but with blue eyes instead of yellow on black, was grinning all self-assured like usual. "Hello, Dean. Having a good night?" she asked, as if they could just carry on a normal conversation.
Dean's eyes went immediately back to the dance floor and his companions, none of whom seemed to have noticed Dean wasn't alone at the table anymore.
"They'll be fine," Malak said to get Dean's attention back on her, "And so will you. For tonight anyway. Just thought I'd congratulate you on a job well done earlier. One meager little demon for you compared to, what? Twenty-four for Sam? Oh but I'm sure you're just so proud of his demonic influence, not…jealous."
"What the fuck do you want?" Dean growled, ignoring her comments and skipping any formalities, "I thought you said you probably wouldn't even come if I called. Now you're just showing up for fun?"
Darkness passed over Malak's face for the briefest moment and then she was smiling just as brightly as before. She leaned forward, her hands folded on top of the table. "Show some respect to your owner, Dean. I could always cancel our new arrangement, you know. All I intended tonight was to give you some advice."
Right. Like Dean wanted advice from any demon, let alone the one dangling both freedom and damnation in front of his nose. "What?" he decided on saying, hoping to at least get rid of her as soon as possible. The demon's very presence made Dean's blood boil and his skin feel hot, like maybe she carried Hellfire in her heels.
Malak leaned even further over the table, her eyes sparkling but remaining blue. "Things are not always what they seem to be, Dean. A cliché remark, perhaps. But you're no use to me if you're average. I expect more from you. I expect…for you to be one step ahead of the game, even if I prefer for you to still be one step behind me."
"A thirty-five demon count isn't ahead of the game?" Dean snarled.
At last Malak leaned back again, her legs crossed, her expression relaxed and easy. "Dean. This is about so much more than that."
"Dean?"
Dean jumped—actually jumped right off his stool. Sasha's voice had come from nowhere and suddenly Dean was staring across the table at nothing. Sasha came up beside him, slipping onto a closer stool. The incubus squeezed Dean's shoulder, concerned for maybe a moment before assuming Dean must have just been startled.
"Hey, I've barely gotten to dance with you at all," the incubus playfully pouted, "You gonna come back out? I think you're spacing over here all by your lonesome."
Spacing. Right. Dean tried to just breathe and get his pulse under control. He wasn't sure if that meeting with Malak had really happened or if he had nodded off for a second. Either way, he wanted nothing more than to forget about it. "I was just giving you guys some alone time with the girls," Dean shrugged, mustering a smile as he turned to Sasha. The smile turned real almost right away because he did so love how Sasha pursued him even now that they were together. "Besides, this place is still pretty crowded, ya know, and—"
"And mostly with college students, if you hadn't noticed. I doubt they'd care. Still. I promise I'll behave."
"Right," Dean laughed, "Heard that one before." Even so, Dean was already up and following Sasha back to the dance floor, Malak happily forgotten. Tonight wasn't a night to think about devil deals.
The song playing had become upbeat again and Sam—crazy kid—had a bouncing blonde on either side of him. Dean couldn't help chuckling to himself. Things were rarely what they seemed, that was true, but Dean knew everything was okay.
The group quickly became a mass again so that who was dancing with who wasn't all that important. Dean felt Sasha's presence more distinctly this time though, the occasional and brief hand at his hip, breath on his neck, or just the way Sasha kept moving in close to him. It was something of a tease and it made Dean's jeans just slightly uncomfortable.
"We approve," Epica shouted over the music suddenly.
"Oh totally!" Attoinette joined in.
Dean wasn't sure what they meant until he realized both of them were looking at him. "I still needed approval?" he laughed, "Good thing I passed." There was no doubt in his mind that claws would have been involved if he hadn't.
"Guess so," Sasha laughed with him, just as surprised.
"We're still one short," Attoinette continued, "But we're gonna try anyway. We just wanted to be sure everything was okay first. That you were, ya know…safe," she shrugged at Sasha.
They had stopped dancing, off to the side of the crowd of people. The boys all wore confused expressions but it was Sam who said, "You're gonna try what? One short?" They had obviously missed something in translation.
The twins were grinning wide, another brief moment were they actually looked like twins. "You need at least six people to speak on your behalf if you want those elders to overturn a banishing," Epica spoke up, poking Sasha in the ribs, "You didn't think we'd leave you high and dry now, did you? Home's still home. We want you to be able to visit once in a while."
Sasha's face lit up so fast Dean would almost have believed a spotlight had appeared out of nowhere. He was speechless, unable to comprehend, Dean thought, that he could have friends again who would go to such lengths for him. It was different with Sam and Dean because they were fellow soldiers as well as friends. Sacrifice was implied.
"Gotta at least try for ya, Sasha." Epica said.
"Yeah," Attoinette joined in, smiling just as brightly, "We'd have six if we could count your aunt. Oh well. We can get 'em with five. And if we do I'm sure they'll turn over Shiarra's banishment too."
Crap. And there went all that good feeling. "What?" Sasha gaped, his happiness instantly reverted. While Dean had been privy to that information, Sasha had not. "Shi…was banished too? Because of me?"
The twins had obviously assumed Sasha knew that already. Dean looked at both of them with a blatant 'no, no he didn't' clear in his eyes. "Shit," Epica said without ceremony, "I'm guessing we weren't supposed to be the ones to spoil that for you." She jabbed her sister in the side.
"Crap. Oh crap," Attoinette chimed, reaching immediately for Sasha's arm that she hugged again like a teddy bear.
Dean finally took real note of just how short the twins were, which was probably the only part of them that wasn't model worthy. Shiarra was tall, almost eye level with Dean. Charis had to be about 5'8". But the twins were five and half if that.
"Stupid me," Attoinette went on, "I just assumed you knew. Course Shiarra wouldn't want to tell you that."
Sasha's face was blank for a few moments as he processed this new information. Sam had gone from smooth partier to his usual puppy concern. But it was when Sasha looked at Dean that the older hunter had to come clean. He said with his eyes instead of his voice that yes, he had known about Shiarra but hadn't been able to say anything.
Recognition and then understanding dawned in the too blue eyes.
"She stood up for me…didn't she," he said, not really asking, "And of course she wouldn't tell me that because she wouldn't want me to worry."
"Or for you to blame yourself when it's not your fault," Sam said. He was good at that speech after all.
There was a moment of silence, if there can really be silence just off the side of a hopping dance floor while loud music played and conversations buzzed. Then Attoinette said, "What are friends for if they can't help you clean up your messes? We'll fix it, Sasha. We can so totally vouch that you're on the level and so are the hunters you…hunt with," she giggled, tugging Sasha's arm so she could peck him on the cheek.
Yep, Dean officially liked all of Sasha's old friends. Well, Lindsey was at least past loathing now. The truth is Dean wasn't entirely sure what he wanted more, to leave Sasha with the twins so they could keep catching up or to whisk Sasha away and have the incubus all to himself for awhile, which consequently would leave Sam alone with the succubae, which was also acceptable.
In the end something in between happened and that was just perfect. The group retired to the table, Sam went to grab new pitchers of beer that were cold, and after the twins had explained their grand master plan—theirs meaning them, Charis, Lindsey, and Cam—to go to the elders on Sasha's behalf, the conversation fell to less serious things again.
The beer was gone and they had all been out on the dance floor a few more times when Dean finally started dragging Sasha away. He didn't feel bad about it either; he could be selfish sometimes. And Sasha was in whole-hearted agreement when Dean pulled him close and whispered, "Let's leave Sammy to his fun, huh? And go get some of our own."
Sam just nodded when Dean said they were heading out, and Epica gave the promise that they would get baby Winchester back to the hotel in one piece. Dean couldn't resist teasing his brother a little before leaving.
"Now in case you're a little rusty later," he started in with a big grin, having pulled Sam aside.
A laugh and a strong push at Dean's chest was his response. Dean laughed too. For a few brief moments everything was okay with the world while two brothers laughed. Better than okay. Wonderful. And really, the wonderful moments after that were hardly brief.
Sasha and Dean weren't two steps over the threshold to their room before there were teeth and lips on Dean's neck. Teeth. Not fangs. For having so little restraint concerning his wanting of Dean, Sasha had a surprising amount of control. Dean sighed into the feeling, knowing what a paradox it was to think like that. He hadn't drunk enough to be tipsy but he felt dizzy anyway. Giddy like his companions had been giddy all night, like maybe some of that energy had transferred to him.
Making an unspoken but unanimous promise that there would never again be that long of a hiatus of sex between them, Dean turned and pushed Sasha against the door, clicking it shut with the incubus' back. Dean tried to steal a kiss but Sasha went right for his neck again, the smooth dull edge of teeth skimming those tender areas around Dean's ear. Every part of him shivered, the heat that had already started to build burning hot in his gut.
Dean was overwhelmed with the most unquenchable desire for Sasha suddenly. He had to laugh, patting Sasha's chest as he said, "Dude, don't overdue the pheromones. You already got me."
A laugh that was much more like a growl sounded, low and rumbling, before Sasha gruffly replied, "Promise?"
"Oh hell yes," Dean gasped as Sasha nipped at his jugular, almost causing Dean to fall back from where he had Sasha pressed to the door, "Every…last…inch of me." That was as much an invitation as it was an admittance and Dean did not try to hide that at all.
Sasha growled approval and before Dean could reclaim his bearings he found himself lifted right off the floor. It wasn't even the slightest effort for the incubus to hoist Dean up in a way that had Dean curling his legs around Sasha's waist, those large hands holding firm on Dean's denim covered ass as he moved swiftly across the room. Dean didn't feel frail, or dainty, or feminine like that, held up by Sasha's superior strength. He felt desired, wanted, needed. Physical strength had nothing on being needed.
Dean felt Sasha pressing up into him as they remained connected, hard and straining in his jeans. Knowing Sasha couldn't, wouldn't drop him, Dean bucked forward, his ankles locking together at Sasha's lower back as his own hardness pressed just as impressively into Sasha. He liked this feeling, being lifted and grounded at the same time.
Then suddenly he was being laid out on the mattress as Sasha climbed up the bed. But Dean's legs still had the two of them hooked at the waist and Dean wasn't about to release the redhead without a fight. They both still had their jackets and shoes on along with all of their clothing.
"Dean," Sasha growled, grinding down so that being captive beneath denim was really starting to get painful. Sasha's hands were on either side of Dean's head, bracing him as he leaned down and kissed Dean fiercely. Still, there were no fangs, no flash of red eyes, just raw passion fueled by the extra power coursing through Sasha's veins.
The bizarre combination was even more of a turn on, Dean found. His fingers curled around the edges of Sasha's jacket to keep him close as they kissed hard and deep with long strokes of their tongues. Dean moved one hand up into Sasha's hair and gripped tight. There was a furnace between them that could not burn any hotter.
Dean needed to get out of his clothes.
But Sasha was being so demanding, like he was trying to fuck Dean right through his jeans, grinding down and kissing Dean feverishly. "Work for it, baby," Dean gasped around those full lips, bucking up to meet Sasha's insistent thrusting.
"Fucking tease," came back that wonderfully rough voice that made Dean tremble.
Dean toed off his shoes—not boots for once—while his legs were still wrapped around Sasha's waist. They fell to either side of Sasha onto the bed. Dean felt awkward movements from Sasha as the incubus did the same but Dean heard the thud, thud that indicated Sasha's shoes had at least made it to the floor.
With a great rush of air, Sasha pulled up so that he was almost kneeling over Dean. His stare was so hungry, famished and wanting, as he looked Dean over. Dean's coat was open but the Henley beneath must have been offensive to Sasha or something for how he grimaced and then pushed it up nearly to Dean's chin to reveal smooth flesh. He ran the flat of his hands up Dean's stomach and gentle fingers traced over the flecks of remaining scars.
Those scars were from so many things. Shotgun pellets and Sasha's own incubus claws to name a few. They did nothing to mar the perfection of Dean in Sasha's eyes though. Dean could see that reflected back to him passionately in shades of blue.
Lovingly, Sasha ran his hands back down Dean's chest and stomach. He leaned closer, this time for a gentler kiss, Dean could tell. But then Dean rolled his hips to reposition himself, inadvertently grinding them into each other again. Sasha gasped and sat up.
"Dean," he said exasperatingly, for a moment sounding entirely human as he broke into a grin and laughed, "Will you unhook your legs already?"
Hehe. "Make me," Dean replied, arching up and stretching back all 'come and get it'. He knew he was the one on his back with his legs more or less up in the air, but that hardly meant he had to be at the disadvantage.
Dean wasn't entirely right about that, however, because whatever happened next—he couldn't be sure exactly what happened—had him dizzy with vertigo. One second he was grinning up at Sasha, the next Dean's back was pressed up against the headboard and Sasha was drawn in so close that Dean could feel every bit of the incubus' body touching him somewhere.
It was so fucking hot with all their clothes still on.
"Make you?" Sasha repeated, back to a rumbling growl. His eyes shimmered but didn't flash red, so close that Dean was utterly lost in them. "Coz ya know…that can be arranged."
Of course Dean's legs were already lying flat on the bed now, not coiled around Sasha anymore, but the incubus seemed to mean his words in more ways than one. Dean shivered in anticipation, his back a little sore from however he had ended up against the headboard. While sometimes Dean craved Sasha's incubus nature—claws, fangs, red eyes and glorious wings—there was something so much more carnal about how Sasha roughly began to tear off Dean's clothing as just a man.
It wasn't gentle, the way Dean's jacket was just gone, his borrowed shirt torn over his head, or his barely undone jeans pushed down his hips, but there was no fear or pain in the wake of Sasha's pressing fingertips. Any bruises Dean had in the morning would be cherished marks of honor.
Dean was barely able to help Sasha undress in kind, too overrun by Sasha's eagerness and rough hands. He was completely naked beneath the incubus and all he had managed was to free one arm from Sasha's jacket.
Looking wild and starved—not to feed, just for Dean—Sasha shrugged the jacket off, knocked Dean's shoes to the floor, and began as quickly and haphazardly stripping himself as he had Dean. Finally, there was Dean's chance to offer a little help and he went straight for the button and zipper on Sasha's jeans. Even those he only got half down Sasha's hips before finding himself suddenly knocked back into the headboard again.
Sasha's hands were everywhere, touching, seeking, his whole body surrounding Dean like the redhead had him pinned into a corner and was lifting him up for a hard fuck against the wall. It was just like that, even though the pillows were beneath Dean's ass and Sasha was on his knees, his jeans still trapping him and impairing his movement. Without stopping his rough memorizing of Dean's body, Sasha shimmied his jeans off his hips finally and kicked them to the floor, the shorts having easily slid down along with the rest.
The relief was visible on Sasha's face but then his body was all over Dean's again like a great big blanket and there weren't even any wings involved. Sasha swooped forward and he just had Dean, his arms lifting Dean up under his knees. For a second Dean feared Sasha wasn't going to wait. Aided by pheromones or not that would hurt. But Sasha just kissed him hard, moving to his stubbled cheek and then down his neck where he nipped and licked again with flat, normal teeth.
With the way Sasha was pressed forward, Dean could feel everything, especially that insistent presence seeking an entrance but not actually going for it. Their chests were tight, the room hot and sticky around them as their skin became so quickly slick. Dean knew he was already gasping, trying to stabilize, to offer responding kisses or touches, but Sasha had him absolutely bound and all he could do was accept everything that happened to him.
The first finger was surprisingly gentle considering Sasha's urgency. No single part of him ever slowed down or stopped, not his hips subtly arching up, his hands, or his mouth moving across Dean's collar bone. That first finger stretched and pressed and made Dean's breath hitch. The second had mewling noises falling from his throat. By the third Dean was past ready, trying to move but unable to within Sasha's tight and full-bodied hold. Dean was pressed between the headboard and Sasha's firm form. He wasn't even touching the mattress with how Sasha had him lifted.
"You're mine…mine," Sasha gasped growly and low as he finally began to press inside of Dean, "Say you're mine," he demanded softly.
Something about the way Sasha said that, the way he possessed him so completely made Dean feel glorious. "Yours. All…yours," he said breathily, barely audible but he knew Sasha heard him because that was all it took to get the incubus to thrust up without further gentleness. It was tight and blinding and made Dean lose his breath entirely for how it hurt just right so that it didn't hurt at all. He bit his lip, waiting to adjust, waiting for Sasha to move and press him back hard and unyielding against the headboard behind them.
"I love you…" came the words first, accompanied by a slow, steady buck forward. Then again, the same way, "I love you," with another thrust that was too drawn out for Dean to bear. It became a chant on trembling lips that finally gave way to just breaths rising and falling along with Dean's. The pace went from languid to fierce in seconds, Sasha's movements so claiming, so rough and yet still loving that at one point Dean's head snapped back and struck the wall above the end of the headboard.
Dean laughed when Sasha paused at hearing his sudden cursing, moving as best he could to get Sasha to just keep going, don't stop, oh right fuck there, don't you dare stop. It was deep and shuddering and more forceful than they had ever been. And Dean loved every fucking minute of it. Pun intended.
It wasn't until he had spilled between their bodies with a great shudder and soon felt Sasha reach a similarly sharp and satisfying end, that Dean realized at no point had he felt any semblance of the circuit. Much as Dean loved the circuit, he grinned when he thought of the reason why.
Sasha was juiced from the energy; he didn't need to feed. And while Dean was sure Sasha had taken something from him, coz what a waste otherwise, their dance had been purely about them. About Sasha wanting Dean. Just Dean.
Eventually clean, exhausted, and lying numb on top of the mattress, Dean thought he would fall asleep quickly. He was pleasantly surprised when instead Sasha curled up tight against him, clinging to him and holding him, and they started to talk. They talked about nothing, about everything, about things that made them laugh and sometimes made their voices catch. They talked for hours until they were so tired their talking fell to contented hums and finally they fell asleep.
"You think…Sammy…had as good a time as us tonight?" Dean asked just before sleep took him.
"Mmm," Sasha rumbled beside his ear, all warm skin like velvet, "I hope so."
tbc...
A/N: Hmm...why am I so iffy lately with my work. Thoughts? I have so many shout outs. Go read deangirl's newest Incubus addition, my anniversary present, woohoo. It's been up for a week but we posted at the same time so I didn't get to tell you. Also, check out the website for extra pictures. I have several new photo manips. Theorically, there should be more commissioned artwork coming but I keep asking artists who have crazy things happen.
Sorry this was so late again, but as a treat you'll be a getting a bonus chapter later this week, dedicated to Ann Patterson who requested some Sammy POV. I think I'll do this chapter, starting from a little before when Sasha and Dean leave to the end of the night. Hehe. Perfect really, since this is the 'Sam' arc.
I am in love with Castiel and he is interferring with my writing.
You're still with me, right? Even with the new season?
I will endeavor to write two chapters a week since I have been slacking. I HATE that I am doing that and I know if I just write more everyday that I'll get back into the swing. Love you all!
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