Author's Note: So this is the first sex scene I've ever written, so don't hate. Leave reviews please. I don't own Supernatural. Unfortunately.
***Dean POV***
April 11, Morning
(One Week Later)
"Dean, if you speed any faster, you're going to wreck the damn car!" snapped Sam. It was one week later, and Ember and Bobby had finally finished clearing out the small sect of demons (all 12 of them) who had hoped to oppose Lilith and Lucifer. The entire thing had been done with 0 casualties, and only 3 injuries, mostly with the help of Ember's invisibility. Bobby had been stabbed in the forearm, but even that would heal in a week or two. And, Dean had been good, and stayed out of the way while he recovered. Sam had called him "surly" and "an alcoholic" and threatened to tell Ember how much whiskey he was drinking, but aside from that it had been horribly boring and uneventful. As of yesterday, however, he could officially complete an entire 30-minute workout and sparring session without any signs of dizziness.
Ember was supposed to have arrived back at Bobby's that day, but instead Sam had caught wind of a case in Bloomington, Indiana. Threfore, only Bobby headed back, after Sam and Dean met up with Ember in the Midwest.
"I'm not going to wreck Baby," Dean protested. "I'm just in a good mood."
Sam laughed, and the two went silent for awhile.
Finally, Dean broke the silence. "Look, this evening, can you throw me a bone here and take about 3 hours and go… like, anywhere?"
Sam snorted with laughter. "Three hours? Seriously?"
Dean gave him a derisive look, and he stopped short. "Oh… oh my God! I forgot! You haven't 'done it' yet, have you?" He snickered. "Holy shit, dude!" After he stopped laughing, however, he said, "Fine, man. But you owe me."
***Ember POV***
April 11, Afternoon
Of all of the cases they'd ever done, this one might be the weirdest. Dean and Sam were investigating a possible case when they stumbled upon, miraculously, a series of books detailing their lives over the past three years. The book series, called "Supernatural" and written by Carver Edlund, began when Dean had pulled Sam out of college, and ended with Dean going to Hell. The brothers bought all of the books they could get their hands on, and headed back to the hotel for some research.
As Ember hadn't entered into Dean's life until after he returned from Hell, she found the entire thing hysterical. Dean's discovery that fans of the books had written fanfiction depicting the brothers in a relationship was particulary funny to her, causing her to laugh for several minutes as both brothers glared at her.
Eventually, Ember and the brothers managed to track down the supposed "author", whose real name was Chuck Shurley. He didn't believe them at first – he was completely under the impression that they were fictional characters, and that he had been writing about them all this time. Apparently, he'd written more, too, though it had never been published. He knew about the angels, about the 66 seals, and even about Ember. At that point, Ember (who had begun the visit invisible) showed herself, and Chuck was forced to believe that the three of them were telling the truth.
"There's only one explanation," Chuck said. "Obviously I'm a god."
Ember choked back laughter, and Sam said, "You're not a god."
"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, capricious god!"
Chuck wasn't a god, of course; he was a prophet, according to Castiel. "A mouthpiece," Castiel explained. "A conduit, for the inspired word."
More importantly, according to Chuck, Sam would be confronted by Lilith that very night, and end up "in the throes of fiery demonic passion." Castiel said there was no way around this: "As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass." Dean was determined, however, to somehow circumvent the prophecy.
"Dean, maybe Castiel is right," said Ember. "But there's still hope. We don't know what happens after the demonic passion or whatever. Maybe we still can defeat her!"
"How?" Dean said, giving Ember an annoyed look. "Your powers aren't strong enough. I don't have any powers. And Sam…"
But therein lie the problem. For the entire afternoon, ever since Chuck's prophecy about Lilith, Ember had been at war with herself over whether to tell Dean about Sam drinking the demon blood. She wanted with all of her being to tell Dean what was going on, but she also desperately did not want to be the one to drive this wedge between the brothers. Finally, Ember swore to herself that the next time she got the chance to talk to Sam alone, she would give him an ultimatum: tell Dean, or Ember would tell him herself.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Dean said, determined to leave town at any cost."
But Sam had other plans. He wanted to face Lilith. He hadn't forgiven her, Ember knew, for his time alone while Dean was in Hell. He was angry, and he was going to get himself killed… or worse.
"Lilith is going to slaughter you," Dean said, angrily grabbing bags from around their hotel room.
"Maybe she will. Maybe she won't," Sam said, while Ember glared at him.
"So what, you think you can take her?" Dean challenged.
"Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on." Ember and Dean both opened their mouths to speak, but Sam said, "You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go dark side."
"Yes!" said both Dean and Ember at the same time.
"You too?" Sam snapped at her.
"Don't drag me into this," Ember snapped. "I've tried really hard to stay away from this one."
"See, well, if she thinks you'll go dark side, that's even worse, because I'm pretty sure she's figured out whatever the hell you're keeping from me," Dean snapped at Sam. "But even the things I know scare the hell out of me, man. Like the way you've been acting lately, and the things you've been doing. The two of you ripped Alastair apart like you were swatting a fly." Ember and Sam looked at Dean, stunned.
"Cas told me," he said. "But even if he hadn't, I already know that Ember wasn't able to overpower Alastair completely. Come on, we figured that out when Alastair dropped by her house, so that had to be you, Sam."
Ember shrank into the corner, and Sam had the nerve to look ashamed. "What else did he tell you?" Sam asked.
"Nothing I don't already know," Dean said. "That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why, and we don't know how. And worst of all, I see the way you look at Ember when you think I'm not looking, right after you come back from those meetings with Ruby that you won't admit that you have."
"It's not what you think," Sam said.
Ember couldn't hold in her anger anymore. "It's not?" she challenged him, looking up to his tall frame. "Really, it's not?"
"You use your powers!" Sam shot back at her, "and you're getting stronger, too! What's the difference?"
"Ohhhh, there's a big difference!" Ember shouted at him, "And we both know that!"
But Sam refused to speak about the subject any longer.
"What's going on, Sam?" Dean yelled at his brother. "Because I'm at a total loss!"
But Sam would not leave, and ultimately Dean threw his bags back on the chair, clearly resigning himself to stay with his brother. He then angrily left the motel and wandered into the night, with Ember hurrying after him.
***Dean POV***
April 11, Evening
Dean was angry, and hurt, and worried. Ember caught up to him at a vending machine.
"You should leave," was the first thing Dean said.
"And go where?" Ember asked again. "Clearly you guys don't realize this, but you act as a protection shield. I've met up with less demons since I started living with Bobby and spending time with you guys than I have in months before that. All the demons know who the Winchesters are, and apparently getting to me is not worth tangling with you."
"But Lilith-…"
"Is coming for me, and it doesn't matter how far away I go," Ember told him gently.
Dean sighed. "I never should've gotten you into this."
"That was my choice."
Dean set his Coke on the top of the vending machine, and put his arms around Ember, crushing her to him. She smelled like she always smelled, like shampoo and longing, and even in this situation he felt a strong pang of desire. He wanted to get lost in her arms and never let go.
Instead, he pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Ember, what's going on with Sam?" he asked her pleadingly. "How is he getting so much stronger?"
"Dean, I'm sorry," Ember said, looking away. "It has to be him who tells you."
"That's not fair," Dean said, dropping his arms from her shoulders. "Lilith is coming tonight." He knew that she had been keeping this a secret from him for some time, and he understood that it was because it was Sam's secret, not hers. But if she could have saved him… he knew he could never forgive her.
"Dean, there's nothing you don't know that would change tonight's outcome," Ember promised. "Sam may be strong enough to fight Lilith, if he doesn't go dark side."
This didn't help Dean's mood, and he gave a snarl of fury. Ember began to speak again. "Dean, I've been bugging Sam to tell you for months, begging him to tell you. I never would've kept it a secret if I thought you hadn't already figured most of it out on your own, anyway."
Dean frowned. There was an unspoken truth bouncing between the two of them: Sam is becoming a demon. "But how is he doing it?" Dean asked insistently. "And why?"
Ember laughed derisively. "The why is because he thinks you need his help," she confessed. "He's taken this burden upon himself, Dean. And maybe he's right, because at this point Lilith is all three of our burden. But as for the how… Dean, he has to tell you that himself. But I promise, knowing the answer to that won't make a damn bit of difference tonight."
Dean still looked pissed. Ember sighed. She didn't want Dean to be mad, and truthfully this had gone too far. "Dean, I agree with you. You need to know, and there's seriously no reason he hasn't told you, other than that he's ashamed. But this has gone far enough. I'll go in and talk to him in a couple of minutes, once he's cooled down. I'll tell him that if he doesn't tell you what's going on, then I'll tell you, because this has gotten out of hand. Okay?"
Dean hugged her, sighing, and holding her close. "Okay."
Ember searched around for something to do. She wasn't ready to talk to Sam again yet – she was too angry at him, and this was too important. "Give me a couple of minutes to cool down, okay?" she asked him. "Let's… maybe we should pray to Castiel."
***Dean POV***
April 11, Night
As it turned out, praying to Castiel for help had been a very good idea. According to Castiel, Chuck was tied to an archangel, meaning that if Dean brought Chuck to Lilith's confrontation with Sam, the archangel would see Lilith as a threat and chase Lilith away.
Chuck wasn't willing to attend the confrontation and take the chance on whether or not the archangel would show up, but Dean also didn't give him much of a choice.
Dean, Chuck, and Ember were almost too late; as Dean drove up, he could already see Sam struggling with a female form on his bed. To his credit, Chuck ran in the door, screaming, "I am the prophet Chuck!"
"You've got to be joking!" screamed Lilith.
And then the walls started shaking. "Oh, this is no joke!" said Dean over the roaring of the walls. "See, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder. You've got about ten seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tangle with that?"
And with a final gust of fury, a cloud of black smoke erupted out of the woman's mouth and flew out the window. Immediately, the shaking stopped. Dean let out a sigh of relief. It's over.
Sam, who was on the bed, was the first to kneel over the blond girl whose body Lilith had inhabited. "She's still breathing," Sam said. "She needs to get to a hospital."
Dean realized suddenly that there was a hand in his, and looked down and met Ember's eye. Suddenly, an idea clunked into place in his mind. As swiftly as the demon Lilith had left in a cloud of smoke, a new plan was emerging in Dean's mind. The danger is over. On to other things.
"Okay," he said. "Sam, why don't you take her in the Impala? You can take Chuck home, too." Dean gave Sam a wide grin. Sam had known what had been on Dean's mind for tonight before Chuck, before Lilith. Sam owed him this much.
Sam gave Dean a look of disgust, then obediently kneeled to pick up the blond girl.
Dean walked over to Chuck. "Thanks for your help today, man. I need you to do me one more solid though, okay?"
"I'm not facing anymore demons," Chuck said immediately, still shaken.
"No, no worries," Dean said. "I was just gonna ask if Sam could stay at your house tonight, to… protect you, from any additional demons that might come to call. That way you could protect Sam as well. You could protect each other."
Chuck looked at Ember, then looked back at Dean. "Okay," he said, clearly understanding what was really going on.
Ember was looking at Dean with a half-smile, allowing his manipulation. Good, he thought, Finally.
Sam caught Dean's eye. "You're a jerk, Dean."
Dean picked up Sam's bag for him, and followed Sam, the blond dental hygienist, and Chuck out to the Impala.
"Whatever," Dean said to Sam. "Just…" he looked back at Ember. "Don't call me unless there's an emergency." He looked at Chuck. "And don't watch, you pervert."
Then he walked back into the hotel room with a smile.
He and Ember collided halfway across the room. His hands were around her and her tongue was in his mouth nearly before the door had slammed shut. They stayed that way for a few seconds, with his hands tangled in her hair and behind her neck, until finally he felt her tug on his shirt, and he knew it was okay to go farther. He allowed her to tug his shirt off, and he made quick work of her blouse. She had a perfect pair of breasts, Dean thought, and he used one hand to unhook her bra. She was busy feeling the planes of his hard chest, and her hand stopped on his upper arm, where Castiel's hand print was still visible. He saw her quirk a smile, and he remembered when he had shown it to her, the first day they had met.
Dean used her distraction to lean and suck on her neck, and her intake of breath shot right to his groin. Their mouths collided once again, and both found themselves backing up against the bed. Dean had just lowered her onto the bed, and he could finally feel her beneath him- "Hold on," she said breathlessly.
"What?" Dean asked, jumping up resignedly, barely keeping the frustration out of his voice.
To his surprise, she jumped up into his arms again, and used her powers to force him lightly back toward the other bed. He fell backward, and she climbed on top of him. "Lilith was in that bed," she said by way of explanation. Oh, he thought briefly, That's a good point.
This time Dean found himself lying on his own bed, with Ember on top of him, and she circled her hips, making him groan in frustration. Suddenly she became invisible, though he could still feel her. Oh hell yes. Dean watched as his jeans seemed to slide themselves down, freeing his erection. He could feel her, suddenly, and it was the best feeling in the world, and it had been so long, and it was Ember, finally-
But Dean didn't want this to be over too quickly. He made a wild grab for Ember, and she squeaked as she suddenly became visible again. Still, she allowed him to haul her upwards and switch their positions. He made short work of her pants, and saw that she had black lace panties. He might have paused to get a better look on a different day, but it was not the time to go slowly – they had the whole night for that, and they both knew it.
Still, he wanted to leave a lasting impression. He had just begun to kiss between her thighs, however, when she whined, "Dean!" and pulled him upward, this time not using her powers. Her gesture was ineffective, but he knew what she wanted, so he kissed upward, stopping only to kiss and suck around both her nipples. She pulled him closer with her thighs, and they reached down together to line him up at her entrance.
Finally, he shoved inside her. He gave her time to get used to the feeling, but she whined again, urging him onward, and he began to thrust earnestly. This was nothing like he'd ever experienced before. It was almost as if they were made for each other, and it felt like coming home.
It was an embarrassingly short time (compared to his usual stamina) before he began to feel that this would be over soon. Still, just as he began to worry, he gave an almighty thrust, and he felt Ember's walls close around him, and her back arched off the bed. He followed her over the edge, and collapsed next to her seconds later.
***Ember POV***
April 12, Very Early Morning
Ember never would've believed the hype about Dean Winchester, but perhaps there was something to it. They had had sex (with a good amount of pillow talk in between) for nearly 3 hours. As she finally fell off to sleep, it occurred to her that this situation (like most situations lately) was temporary. The apocalypse would be over at some point (for better or for worse), and she and Dean would have to figure out what they were going to do next. Perhaps someday she would be able to go back to her old life, and perhaps someday he might want something more than he had right now. For now, though, she was happy.