"Sam, this is my mother Sophia." Lyra began the introductions.
"Pleased to meet you," Sam smiled shyly while shaking Sophia's hand.
"And this is Dean, Mom."
"Hello, Mrs. Macleod," Dean said respectfully shaking her hand as well.
"It's Santiago actually. I never changed it. You may call me Sophia."
"Okay Sophia," Dean replied eyeing Lyra as her mother turned her attention to Sam.
"It's okay," Lyra mouthed to Dean trying to calm him. He feared he'd made a major faux pas on their first meeting. Why was he so nervous? He'd met plenty of girls' mothers, they always loved him. It was his thing.
But Sophia was different, thought Dean. Firstly, she looked like a fucking Bond girl from the 70s. It solved the mystery of where Lyra got her looks from that's for sure. Secondly, she was tall, carried herself like a queen and spoke like one. Intimidating didn't even begin to describe this woman and he hadn't even seen her witchcraft abilities yet.
Dean felt a little over his head. Poor Sammy, he thought. Sophia had taken him by the arm and was escorting him outside to a couple of Adirondack chairs on the lawn.
"Does she want us to join them?" Dean asked.
"No, she'll want some private time with Sam. To get to know him," Lyra replied.
Dean's eyebrows raised as he recalled Jim's warning from the previous night. Reading his mind Lyra slapped Dean on the arm.
"Not get to know him that way. She's going to test his powers and see if they can work together in some way on this."
"Oh," Dean nodded thoughtfully. "Sam could use some guidance with this whole psychic thing. I think it overwhelms him sometimes."
"Good," Lyra took Dean by the arm directing him towards the path to the forest.
"Where's your father this morning?" Dean asked.
"Sleeping. He was up all night with his coven. Trying to strengthen their power as a group, calling on the Goddess for assistance, fine-tuning their summoning and defense skills."
"And what did you do all night?"
"Thought about what you and I could do to fine-tune our skills." Lyra replied with a sly smile.
oo00oo
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my altar, for human sacrifice," replied Lyra smirking. Holding Dean's hand she led him through the forest.
"I suspected as much. Can I choose the way I die?"
"Of course. How does auto-erotic asphyxiation grab you?"
"Wow," replied Dean. "Rockstar death. I like it."
They entered a grove. Several large, old oaks grew in a semi-circle towering over the forest floor.
Lyra leaned against one of the ancient trees grasping Dean by the belt loop of his jeans pulling him to her. "You will need to pleasure me sufficiently first, however."
"Of course," Dean smiled as he bent to kiss her. His hands ran down her back as he felt her velvety tongue tease his. Gently nipping his full bottom lip she undid his jeans and reached in to grasp him. Gasping at her hold on him, he trailed kisses and gentle bites down one side of her neck while untying her haltertop. As her top fell down he lifted her up to perch against the great tree taking one of her breasts in his mouth.
His voraciousness left her breathless. Wrapping her long legs around his waist she pulled him to her. Her skirt rose up revealing no undergarments beneath. Smiling in appreciation, Dean spread kisses across her collarbone, gently nipping her shoulder. Pushing his jeans and underwear down she could feel his naked hardness pressed against her. She was moist and trembling with anticipation.
"God, it's like you're on fire," Dean murmured. He couldn't wait. Lyra moaned as he pushed himself into her. Pausing for a moment to gain his composure Dean looked on Lyra's lovely face, flushed with excitement. He loved to make her moan. Lived for it. He couldn't remember what it had been like before her.
She murmured something in Latin. "What?" Dean asked.
Eyes heavy-lidded with desire Lyra looked up into his face, kissing him slowly and deeply she felt him begin his long strokes. Breathlessly she replied, "We are as one. Complete."
"Complete," Dean repeated as their hips collided. He felt his climax nearing. Holding her in his arms pressing her to the tree, he felt his mind soar. He knew only her, her heat, breathlessly calling his name. Her climax came hard, suppressing a scream she bit into his shoulder, taking him deeper into her as he followed her into delirium.
His chest heaved against hers. She felt safe enclosed in his strong embrace but knowing that wouldn't be enough she silently intoned her prayers while they were still joined. Entwined beneath the oak's great-outstretched limbs, she asked the Goddess for protection of him, guardianship for their love. No matter what happened tomorrow night, she prayed, please protect Dean and Sam from harm. Please.
oo00oo
Dean and Lyra sat on the lawn watching Sophia instruct Sam. Sam would listen patiently to Sophia's instruction and then focus on the task she gave him.
"Nothing much seems to be happening," Dean observed.
"It takes a long time to master, even moderately control, these abilities. Poor Sam's on the crash course," Lyra replied.
Sophia had an athame in her hand, the slender knife was silver with a black leather hilt.
"Sam you must be prepared for anything," they heard Sophia's advice across the lawn. "To protect yourself from anything at anytime."
A slight flick of Sophia's hand and a flash of silver was all Dean saw. The knife came whipping end over end across the lawn directly at Lyra's head. Dean barely had time to react when Lyra brought her hand up swiftly stopping the knife in mid-air mere inches from her face.
"Strigo," Lyra said eyes focussed on the knife floating in the air. "Abiectum."
The knife fell to the lawn, blade sinking into the earth. Lyra hadn't even touched it.
"See? Like so." Sophia told Sam as she strode across the lawn to retrieve her athame. Lyra flicked her hand quickly sending the knife spinning towards her mother who caught it and wiped the blade clean with a white hankerchief.
"Holy shit," Dean murmured. Lyra smiled at him.
My apologies to anyone who knows proper Latin!