Part One
Faith slowly slid out of Miller's grasp. What was happening? Why was Dean here?
Dean rolled his eyes. What freakin lousy timing again! Faith had moved on quick. Now Dean realized why Miller had seemed cold to him at times up in Maine. Dean should have seen it before, Miller was in love with her. In love with her and Dean bet the dumb-ass still hadn't told her.
"What are you doing here? And what the hell are you doing with that mirror, it's a family heirloom." Miller was rigid with anger. Not quite believing his eyes.
Miller had finally managed to kiss Faith, something he had scheduled in his own mind for twelve o'clock. His grandfather had hurried that along. The girl of his dreams had been in his arms a minute ago, passionately responding to his kisses. Now this clown had to show up, like the proverbial bad penny.
"I'm working here tonight." Dean shrugged coolly, as if that explained everything.
"As what, the fucking caterer?" Faith scoffed. "Because I don't think this freakin castle Miller's grandparents own has wild buffalo running through it."
"Um yeah, I'm working as the caterer, um an assistant." Dean hedged. "No one wants to hunt over New Years Eve and…"
"Oh God, stop lying!" Faith clenched her fists. Dean was still as handsome as ever and looking at her with hurt hazel eyes. Well Faith was hurt too. He hadn't contacted her after they had parted. She and Dean had just had one of their sad desperate kisses and then Miller had driven her and Vi to Texas.
Miller and Vi had come through again for her. Not a word of complaint or judgment. Not caring their vacation in Maine had been cut short too.
Although that was that bitch's Kate Lockley's fault. Sam and Riley had told Faith Kate had come round to the cabin at eleven. The Finns had begged her to give up her insane vendetta against Faith. Kate hadn't seemed swayed in the slightest.
And what was the deal now with her and Miller? Faith wondered did Miller think she was girlfriend material? Him, with his safe upper class suburban background, and her with her alcoholic mother on welfare and everything else that went with urban poverty? She was kidding herself, Miller probably just wanted to screw her, same as every other male with a pulse. Well except Andrew of course.
"I can't tell you why I'm here. I'm kinda sworn to secrecy by my employer." Dean told her reluctantly. God Faith looked hot. That black dress was dynamite on her.
"Who is who exactly?" Miller demanded to know.
"That anal old guy over there," Dean gestured.
"My maternal grand-daddy! Jesus Christ, I knew you were some kind of con-artist… if you've ripped that sweet old man off." Miller took a step towards him threateningly.
"Shit I just don't have time for this." Dean apologized. He picked up the mirror. "See your Granddad if you don't believe me. I'll talk to you later Faith." Dean promised. He walked still struggling with the antique mirror.
"Did you ask him here?" Miller accused Faith. He had seen the way she had looked at Winchester, she obviously still had feelings for Dean. Why would one kiss with Miller cancel them out?
"Of course not, I'm surprised as you Miller." Faith said angrily, moving off the dance floor.
Miller grabbed her arm. "Where the hell are you going?"
"To the bathroom I need to think."
"About Winchester right?" Miller fumed, clutching her arm in anger. "Do that Faith, dream away. I expect I'll see you two against a wall later in the evening, with his hands down your damn dress. Just don't come crying to me darlin' when he breaks your heart again."
Faith jerked his hand away. "Don't be a bastard Miller. Like you weren't planning on banging me against a wall, by the end of the night!"
"I wasn't planning…forget it, just forget it. It was just the mistletoe okay? Seasonal freakin' madness. I need to see my Grand-daddy." He walked away disgusted at her, at himself, at the whole god-damn universe.
"It's real stupid to have a man nearly thirty, say 'Grand-daddy'." Faith told him as a parting shot. "I just wanted you to fucking know that Graham!" she yelled after him.
People near her dancing glanced at Faith startled. They moved away from her. Had the girl in the slut witches costume been drinking?
"Fucking great." Faith muttered to herself. What else could go wrong tonight?
Part Two
Dean hurried with the mirror upstairs. He and his father were planning ringing the portrait with mirrors, hoping to get the ghost to jump into one if a standard exorcism didn't work. Then they would smash the mirror. Dean hoped the ghost didn't choose this one. Heirloom huh?
A cool blonde in crumpled ordinary street clothes came up the attic stairs. She looked pale and tired.
"Kate!" Dean said in surprise. He placed the mirror down.
"I really need to speak to…"Kate began but Dean cut her off.
"Yeah I know you want Faith." Dean said wearily. God, the blonde woman was a nut case. His father had told him Kate had weird ideas that Faith had mystical powers apparently.
Kate had told his father what Faith had done and it was bad. Dean had been shocked by it. Faith killed a guy on her bosses orders and killed some one else accidentally in a street fight. A bit Mafioso but not psychotic, Dean could tell Faith wasn't that person anymore. It had all happened nearly six years ago for God's sake when Faith was still a teenager.
"Faith is here?" Kate looked surprised. "I wanted to…hey!" Dean grabbed her and shoved her in a spare bedroom. They were on the attic level. All the servants had been evacuated from this floor. Dean turned the key in the lock. That should hold her. He needed to talk to Faith before Kate did.
Part Three
"Winchester's a what?" Miller couldn't believe his ears.
"A ghost hunter, son. Now it's nothing to get in a state over. He and his daddy come well recommended. If he didn't tell your little filly about it well, who can blame him? I can barely believe it my self. You're not serious about that girl are you son? She's just for fun right?"
"No she's not!" Miller loved his grandfather, but the old guy could be terrible sometimes. "And I need to tell her that."
"Well why are you a wasting time talking to an ugly old stick like me for?" Miller's grandfather smiled benevolently. He could tell the fool boy was in love with the little Yankee. Graham was so easy to manipulate. If his grandson was off chasing his true love, he wouldn't be sticking his nose into his Grand-daddy's private ghost business now would he?
"But what… is there a fucking ghost loose in the house?" Miller couldn't control himself.
"Language son. That gal of yours is mighty pretty in that there Puritan dress of hers, tempting is what she is. Don't you have a rival rooster in the hen-house now? I'd stake my claim." The oil baron shooed him away.
Shit, Miller had to tell Riley about the possible ghost. Then he could look for Faith. Miller planned on kissing her again and let Faith know that he didn't need plastic foliage to inspire him when he was around her. He'd tell Winchester to go to hell if he came sniffing around. He'd knock him to the floor.
Miller searched around the house and ran smack bang into Faith running in a corridor.
"Oh thank Christ!" Faith clutched his jacket in relief. Miller put his arms round her and pushed her hair back. Something had obviously happened.
"What's wrong darlin'?" he asked her tenderly. His heart melting at her obvious distress, he'd always have her back.
"I just ran into Sam in the bathroom." Faith gasped, completely relieved to see him. Miller could always be relied upon in a crisis.
"Those two bitch chicks we pissed off, they've persuaded Chip or Trip or whatever to slip a date rape drug in Vi's drink. She's going to get that threesome she always wanted and then some apparently. The drug won't knock her out but she might kill someone accidentally."
"Crap! Is Dougie in on this?" Miller and Faith hurried along the passage. The instinctive team together they always were.
"I don't know. Sam didn't mention him." Faith looked frantically round. "Where could they be?"
"Never having participated in a gang bang I couldn't say." Miller mentioned dryly. "This house and it's grounds are a large area to cover."
"You must have smoked grass in high school here right? Where did you go then?" Faith asked inspired.
"The green house." Miller pulled her along through French doors, and out into the garden. "Let's check there."
Vi looked blearily around her. God, four confederate soldiers, a quarterback and a pirate. Why were they taking her to the green house? She didn't think guys were into nature that much.
What was Dougie yelling about? It was hard to concentrate on the fragrant plants. Their leaves were spiky. Vi giggled.
"Shit, guys come on think. She'll press charges." Dougie tried to reason with them.
"No she won't, she won't remember a thing." Trip grinned. "Don't be a kill joy Dougie. We're not going to hurt her. She'll enjoy it."
"She is off her face!" Dougie cried appalled. "Come on guys, what if she was your sister?"
" Don't be freaking perverse Dougie, that's a nauseating suggestion." The pirate drank out of his beer bottle. He was glad the girl was still awake it was less enjoyable when they were unconscious.
"I'ts plain sick!" Dougie did not want to say the next sentence, but he could never live with himself if he didn't. "I'm not letting you do it to her."
"How can you stop the five of us?" Trip grinned. "Look we'll let you watch and then you can join in later if you change your mind."
"Hold him back fella's." Two of the guys restrained the frantically struggling Dougie. Dougie fought like a wild thing. This girl was a guest in his house. Besides Dougie could never look his Mom in the eye if he stood by and let this happen to a girl.
Vi tuned in to their conversation, dear god were these jerks planning on raping her? What a joke. She began to giggle. She was so going to kick their scrawny asses.
"That's right Vi honey, relax we're all friends here." Trip approached her unbuckling his trousers.
Vi shot out her foot aiming for his groin. Disorientated with the drugs she slammed her foot in his legs instead, he fell over backwards.
"You little bitch!" Trip said landing painfully on his rump, his legs bruising from Vi's kick. He sprang up, going over to back hand her.
Dougie struggled like a mad thing, managing to free himself and slug the guy on his left. The guy who had been restraining him punched him hard in the jaw.
Faith and Miller slipped into the green house. Sneaking behind the foliage up to where the others were. Miller sent a silent prayer of thankfulness his brother wasn't in on this. Those bastards hitting his brother were going to pay. He clenched his jaw.
"You can't kill them either." Faith put a restraining hand on his arm. "You start fighting civilians… you're a trained killer remember?"
Trip managed to hit Vi across the face. Vi laughed. "You hit like a girl." She taunted swaying. She clenched her fist and punched wildly at his face. She connected with his nose and broke it. Blood poured out on Trip's jacket.
"That's how you hit." Vi demonstrated. She swayed again and held onto a planter box for support. Two of the men advanced towards her.
"What really crap odds guys." Faith said coming out into the open with Miller. "Five ugly retards on one decent guy and a stoned girl."
"Hey we weren't doing anything." The pirate said quickly dropping Dougie on the floor. "We were just fooling around."
"Get off my grandfathers property now and we won't press charges. Or I'll get his security guards to remove you by force and ring the cops." Miller said sounding bored by them.
Miller went over to his brother doubled up on the floor. God he'd never felt proud of Dougie before, it was a novel feeling. He helped his kid brother up. "You okay bud?"
The college boys slunk off into the night. They knew Miller was in the army and that girl he was with was sober enough to be a good witness against them.
Vi turned to Faith. "I think I'm gonna be sick." She threw up in the foliage. Faith held her friends shoulder length hair back, as Vi retched.
Riley and Sam came in. "God you guys alright? We saw those assholes leave."
"How did you know where we were?" asked Faith supporting Vi.
"I threatened Bonnie with a knife." Sam laughed. "It was a bread knife covered in a napkin. She didn't know the difference."
Part Four
Faith and Miller left Vi's in a bedroom with Sam and Riley keeping watch over her.
Faith turned to head back down to the party. Miller stopped her. He put his hand to her face. "I don't need Mistletoe as a reason to kiss you, not when..."
Faith put her fingers to his lips to stop him.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!" came a roar from the main room below them.
"Happy New Year Graham." Faith whispered, putting her arms round his neck and leaning up to kiss him. Miller bent his head down and they kissed for the second time that night.
Their kiss was more intense than before. Miller groaned with need leaning down on her, her breasts pressing against his chest. He heard her moan with desire as he kissed her with merciless onslaught.
A room, he had to get her into a room, before that clown Winchester, or a freakin ghost or anything else, damn well turned up. Miller fumbled behind a picture and grabbed a key. It unlocked the door to his grandfather's study. He unlocked it by feel, still kissing Faith and dragged her into the room.
The study was surprisingly cold, a draft was coming in from somewhere.
The door. Miller kicked it shut with the back of his foot. He sat on the edge of his grandfather's desk and pulled Faith between his outstretched legs. Faith pressed herself against the hard bulge in his pants and shivered as Miller starting to kiss and suck on her ear. His hand was entwined in her hair. He was murmuring something as he kissed her neck she couldn't make it out. Not 'I want you' something else. It was hard to concentrate, when all she wanted to do was tear his clothes off and ride him on his Grandfathers desk.
"I want you inside me." She whispered aloud as he kissed the swell of her breast greedily. She spoke in a louder tone. Trying to get Miller to focus for a second. "I want you inside me so much, but my condoms are in my handbag downstairs have you…?"
"Oh god Lehane is that you?" A sleepy female voice came from the armchair facing the window. "I guess if you're pausing for a safe sex talk, I can leave now."
"Lockley?" Faith stood back from Miller immediately and Miller switched on the desk lamp.
Kate stood in front of them looking like she'd escaped a train wreck. Her face and hands were grazed, her hair was a mess and her clothes were ripped.
Christ thought Miller alarmed, his lust dampened as effectively as a cold bucket of cold water douses a campfire. Had his grand father invited all the gang rapists in the county tonight? "Are you all right Ms Lockley? Did someone do something to you?"
"Yeah." Kate pointed an accusing finger at Faith. "Her ex-husband locked me in a bedroom attic. I look like this, because I crawled out the window down the roof and came one floor down. I had to smash a window pane to get in and then found this door was locked too. It's too steep to climb down from this storey. I could have killed myself." Kate explained.
"Why didn't you shoot the door open?" Faith asked puzzled.
"I wasn't wearing my gun belt." Kate looked green. "Oh crap." She said, before she hit the floor in a swoon.
Part Five
"No. I'm telling you Luanne." The middle aged man said to his lover. "There's no one up here. The old coot gave all his servants the night off, paid accommodation and hired caterers. I swiped a master key to the doors on this floor."
"So we'll have the room to ourselves, that's so clever Rhett." The two lovers kissed frantically, tearing at each others clothes. This was tricky seeing Rhett was dressed as a tiger and Luanne an astronaut.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Year!" came a distant roar from the main room far below them.
Rhett and Luanne fell into the room kissing.
"Oh fuck a doodle doo. Terrific." Dean rolled his eyes, as the malevolent ghost stepped out of the painting and seemingly swam in the air out the open door, over the heads of the groping adulterers.
"Holy shit!" said his father. "We've got to stop her. She'll go for the male blood relatives. Who is that at this party again?"
"The old man, one son, four grandsons here. All dressed as confederate soldiers." Dean listed rapidly.
"Any dressed as a colonel, that's this guy's rank?" John indicated the oil painting.
"Yeah Dougie Miller, a grandson." Dean ran to the door. "I'll take the second floor Dad, you do the ground."
Luanne looked up from the floor with Rhett. "What in god's creation is going on?"
Part Six
Faith and Miller carried Kate out between them. She was slowly coming round. They crossed over the hall immediately to find Sam.
Riley was peering his head out the door worriedly. Have you seen Sam? he asked them, a furrow between his brow.
"No why?" Miller and Faith lowered Kate on the bed beside Vi.
"Just thirty seconds ago, I had my head down checking Vi, this cold chill came in the room." Riley went on. "Sam ran out as if the house was on fire. Saying there's things she had to do. Why is Lockley here?"
"I need to see John Winchester." Kate mumbled weakly.
"You do? Aren't you going to citizen's arrest me, bring me to justice etc drug me, carry me to your car to drive over the Californian state line." Faith reminded her arch enemy.
"I don't care about that any more." Kate said. "I have other priorities."
"Oh my god Winchester's dad knocked you up didn't he?" Faith squatted on her heels triumphant. "That's why you fainted. Don't deny it Lockley. I've been pregnant a coupla times myself."
"You have?" Miller commented calmly. He asked the question that had been preying on his mind since the drinking game in Maine. "What is this crap about Winchester being your ex-husband?"
"He is what Dean's Dad." Riley said confused. "Is that who you're pregnant to Faith?"
"Oh god, I'm not pregnant Riley, Lockley is! I was pregnant at sixteen but I had an abortion. I was pregnant at twenty two but I miscarried. I was married in May this year to Dean for exactly three freakin days and then we had it annulled. We got married drunk in Vegas. Crystal clear now everyone?"
"I could have told them all that. Seeing I've made you the goddamn focus of my life for two years." Kate laughed bitterly.
Vi put her arm around Kate on the bed in her sleep and mumbled. "Mommy?"
"So you were in love with Dean." Riley backtracked slowly, still working everything out.
"I don't know what my feelings are for Dean." Faith admitted crossly, trying not to meet Miller's eyes. She didn't know what her feelings for Miller were either.
"That was pretty plain to me when I saw you with your tongue down this guy's throat." Dean said walking into their room, smirking at Miller. "Anyways you're alive. That's good, I guess."
"Why shouldn't Faith be alive?" Riley was starting to get a headache. Faith had her tongue down Millers throat? He knew Faith hadn't had her tongue down his throat ever, not in that body anyway. Had Sam gone to check the central heating?
"Not Faith, Miller!" Dean explained exasperated. Everyone else but Kate looked puzzled.
Kate began to laugh weakly. "You don't know what the other is, do you? It's too fricking priceless. Let me break it to you both, he's a ghost hunter and she kills demons in South America for the army."
"That explains a lot." Dean looked at Faith. "We really need to talk baby."
"Yeah," Faith folded her arms defensively. "Like why is Miller in danger?"
Dean gave the Readers Digest version of things. "There is a ghost loose in the house that possesses African American women and gets them to kill men from Miller's grandfather's bloodline. To cut a long story short she's probably after Dougie."
"There are no black women at this party." Riley mused. "Sam and I noticed that immediately."
"There's Sam, sorta. Riley, didn't you say Sam rushed out of the room for no reason." Miller pointed out. "Ms Lockley can you look after Vi? She's been given GBH we think."
Dean addressed everyone in a no nonsense voice. "Okay Riley and Miller, you find Miller's male relatives from his grandfather get them in the main room. Faith you come with me."
Everyone nodded seeing the sense in that. Riley and Miller were disciplined enough to allocate roles to the experts in their fields in a combat situation. And neither of them liked it.
