Chapter 5
"Well here's what we know. The demon can possess and restrain his victims. Pin them down to the point of crushing them. He can create flames on will and to top it off he can pro-create. Not replicate it self but actually have children."
They all sat in the living room, going over John's notes as he continued his speech.
"But if he's able to have children, at one point this thing could have been human. Right?" Ana said, all eyes on her now. "He must have of had a mate. Do we even know if it's male or female?"
"It's a man – No female could be that aggressive." Dean said with out thinking.
"In nature females are the aggressive ones" Sam corrected his brother "but I do agree this thing is male"
"Well he made himself very comfortable in my body so I say his male." John said with disgusts. "Besides the form he used to kill my wife was that of a man."
"If he was human at one time there must be some kind of record about him. How far back did you research for his MO?" Ana continued
John responded " I only got info on similar cases up to a few years before us and that was a few years a go already. God, time flies."
"Well it's time to look further. My computer is at your disposal but I think you should go to the University Library in town. I could go with you tomorrow morning if you want John." Ana offered
"No, we have to go tonight. Sammy and I could sneak in and pull an all-nighter. We can't waist any more time. We have been able to remain unnoticed so far, but god only knows for how long. We should move on and continue hunting this beast. Besides we don't want to take advantage of your generosity." John admitted
Those last words hurt her. She got use to having them around. The thought of them leaving, of Dean leaving was breaking her heart.
"Dean you stay here …help Ana go through her books again. See what else you can find." – John
"OK – No Problem"
"Yeah Dean go check out Ana's books" Sam teased low enough for only Dean to hear.
"Bite me you little shit" Dean responded low enough for only Sam to hear.
John and Sam borrowed Ana's truck and drove off. Dean and Ana made themselves a pot of coffee, served two cups and headed to her study. Books cover almost every wall in the room. They pull two chairs close to the coffee table in the middle of the room and began their search. A few hours later she found a description similar to the entity they had discussed earlier.
"Here read this. This is almost the same as what your dad described, and look is said right here that it has human attributes. – I think I have a few books upstairs we can use to cross reference."
"Good lets get them"
Half way up stairs Dean ask,
"Where exactly are they." he ask just to break the silence. "In my bedroom over the altar." She said not thinking much of it.
Dean on the other hand was thrown off by two specific words. BEDROOM! & ALTAR? As they reach the door to her room Dean took a deep breath not knowing what to expect. Visions of dead chickens bleeding upside-down over a human skin altar rapidly entered and exit his mind. The door open and reveled a room not much different from all the other in the house. It was bright and clean. The bed was big with lots of soft pillows. The sent of lavender lingered in the air and a vase decorated with freshly cut flowers sat on her night table. No sign of an altar anywhere. Ana walked across the room to a set of double-doors he thought was the entrance to a closet. She opened the doors. Inside the small space was the altar she had mentioned. A high shelve decorated with big old books over two more rows of shelves and a small table. Both shelves were full of beautiful old handmade statues of Saints, Angels and other creatures he has never seen before. All different colors shapes and sizes. Crucifixes, beads and flowers hanged around the necks of most of them. On the table laid a stone tablet with strange writing, covered with small white candles and tiny seashells. An ashtray sat beside it with a half smoked cigar and a box of matches. It was not at all what he expected (Thank God!). It was beautiful and it suits her in everyway.
"Wow! This is amazing." He said honestly
"Thanks, those statues have been in my family for many years." She said walking toward what has taken her a lifetime to accomplish.
"It's cool but why would you keep it in your bedroom? Do you do any sacrifices in here?
"Sacrifices?" She looked confused but quickly realized what he meant and went on to explain. "What you call sacrifices, I call offerings, gifts to my ancestors thanking them for their protection and help. I give to them my dreams, my tears, pain and happiness. They get all the best and worst of me. This entire room is an alter and from my bed I offer every awakening and my last moments of consciousness before I sleep."
She said all of this not knowing that while she spoke Dean walked close to her and was standing directly behind her. He lowered his mouth to the side of her face and whispered.
"So if someone made love to you here, would that be an offering?
His words traveled through her like an electrical current making her tremble. Trying to keep her composure, she answers with her eyes closed.
"No, it would not be consider an offering. It would be a promised between two people with my guardians to witness and bless, a promise to love each other with all their hearts. Binding their lives together forever."
As the last words left her mouth he turned her to him and kissed her. He kissed her with a hunger he has never known. His hand found the pin holding her hair releasing it slowly not to hurt her. Allowing her thick black mane to cascade down her back entangling his fingers in it. They continued kissing only stopping to breath making their way to the bed. Time slowed down around them. At the edge of the bed he broke the kiss. She opened her eyes to see herself in his. They were telling each other everything without saying a word. He finally saw it all clear. He loved her and no one else. Tenderly almost playfully they began to undress each other. She pulled his t-shit over his head taking a full view of his gorgeous body. His skin was beginning to cover in small beads of sweat from the anticipation. She traced the middle of his chest with her fingers all the way down to his abs, exploring each tender curve until reaching the front of his jeans. She kissed the dent in his chest while undoing his buckle. He reached the zipper in the back of her dress. Sliding it down with one hand caressing her back with the other. He engulfed her in another kiss as her dress slid off her shoulders and down her body. Still kissing her he carried her to the middle of the bed where they sank together into the plush comforter. They maneuvered out of their last inhibitions as he lowered himself over her. She positioned him between her legs feeling his now obvious excitement. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. They heard nothing but the rapid beats of their hearts. She braced herself, holding on to his shoulders as he finally entered her. They both release their breath at the same time not knowing they were holding it in the first place. A low melody of moans and whispers began as their bodies rocked slowly in perfect rhythm. Nothing but their senses matter now, the tastes of their lips, the heat from their skin, the smell of their bodies, and the sound of their voices as they declared their feeling for one another. Panting in between words they began to move faster, pushing deeper. She arched her back to feel all of him while he works furiously over her. She was almost there her mouth going dry as she tightens around him. Pleading for more, for him not to stop. Pleasure and pain mixing into one as her body finally gave in. Her body stiffens from the force of her release. Her legs tremble as he continues to push dip within her, knowing by her reaction that she's been satisfied, it's now his turn. His mind stopped and his body toke over on instinct. Moving faster and harder he reaches insider her as much as his body would allow. Not stopping, her mouth, her skin, her sent, all mixed into one uncontrollable feeling until finally, release. All that was in him now rests in her. They both lay there to tired to move. Their bodies shinning with sweat.
"I love you, Ana" he said his eyes still closed.
He opened his eyes to see her staring at him, a single tear running down her face.
"I love you too."
He touched her lips with his for just a moment, leaned to her side and lay next to her. Bringing her closer he tucked her in his arms and waited until he heard the unmistakable sound of her breathing as she slept. He then closed his eyes and allowed his body to rest.
