Dean just stared at the kitchen door, his heart pounding in his ears. There had been so many times in his life that he had wanted to say something to his old man for how John had treated him and Sam, so many scenarios he'd envisioned how he'd tell his father off for all the crap they'd been through, and then he and Sam would just walk away. Of course, none of that ever happened. Every scenario stayed in the recesses of his head, and Dean resigned himself to simply being the good little soldier that always followed John's marching orders.
Then John stepped out of line.
Dean knew his father wasn't going to be happy to learn he'd gotten married to Alicia, but to say she wasn't family, essentially saying his wife was expendable, practically worthless, right in front of him—even subtly trying to put the blame on Sam for not shooting John in the chest—was just too much for Dean. All those years of resentment quickly bubbled up until the hunter had had enough. It felt good to get all of that off his chest after all these years, but the expression on John's face right before he stormed off had also caused Dean's stomach to tighten, and bile to rise in his throat. He glanced over at Sam, Bobby, and Alicia, who looked back at him with varying expressions—Sam and Bobby almost looked proud, but Alicia appeared concerned—and it was too much for Dean to deal with. Without a single word, he turned and marched up the stairs.
"Dean!" Alicia called out, and she started after him, but Sam put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
"I wouldn't," Sam replied gently. The sound of a bedroom door slamming reverberated
"I'm his wife, Sam," Alicia said. "I can—"
"Not right now," Bobby interrupted. "Dean…needs some time to himself at the moment."
"He's never talked to John like that before, has he" the young woman said, making a statement as opposed to asking a question.
"No," Sam replied, "and he's just gonna need a little time to himself right now."
Alicia sighed, knowing that meant she wouldn't be able to get a change of clothes. "Fine," she replied. She held up both of her hands. "Fortuita habitu." Her eyes quickly glowed purple, and she expertly snapped her fingers. There was a brief flash of purple light, and Alicia's clothes had changed from her night clothes into a white tank top, a very tight pair of cutoff jean shorts, and a pair of worn tennis shoes; her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Even though they were used to Alicia's talents, both Sam and Bobby were still momentarily startled, but quickly recovered. "I'll just go wash my car." She headed toward the kitchen.
"Hold it, young lady," Bobby replied sternly, and the young woman instantly stopped. "You ain't gonna do a damn thing until we have a talk. Now." He glanced at Sam, who immediately understood the older hunter's expression.
"Well, uh," Sam said awkwardly, "I guess I'll just go…clean our weapons or something." He crossed the living room and headed up the stairs, leaving both of the two Singers alone.
Alicia sighed as she walked over to Bobby's desk, leaning against it and folding her arms. "I'm gonna take a wild guess that this is about Dean and me."
"Good guess," Bobby said with a slightly sarcastic tone. "Now, you mind filling me in on the important details, starting with what in the hell happened between the time you three left and when you two got hitched?"
"Not much to tell," Alicia replied. "We left, went to Reno, had our first encounter with Ramiel, Cass teleported us out, we made our way to Lake Tahoe," she shrugged, "and we got married the next day."
Bobby's eyes bugged out. "That was three days after you left," he said incredulously.
"I know," Alicia said, "but it's not like we've only known each other for three days. It has been a little longer than that. I mean, Mom and Dad only knew each other for three months before they got married."
"Don't get smart with me, young lady," Bobby warned. "I know it's been a few years, but don't think you're too old for me to take you over my knee and tan your hide like cheap leather."
Alicia knew he was serious, but she still had to look down and bite her lip to keep from smiling. She inhaled, composing herself, before looking up. "You were okay with Mom and Dad getting married."
"Not at first, remember?" Bobby replied.
Alicia snorted. "How could I forget? You threw holy water on both of them, thinking they were possessed, then you punched my father and called him an idjit when it turned out they weren't." Her expression softened. "And after you told him off, you invited both of them in, and the three of you celebrated over a spaghetti dinner you made."
"Don't think you and Dean are there yet," Bobby warned.
Alicia raised an eyebrow. "This isn't really about me getting married so quickly, is it?" Bobby didn't say anything, but his eyes flickered, and suddenly the young woman knew. "It's because it's Dean, isn't it?" Bobby glanced at her, confirming her question; she folded her arms defensively. "What's wrong with Dean?"
"It's Dean," Bobby replied. His annoyance softened as he exhaled, taking a step closer. "Look, I ain't saying he's a bad guy, but—"
"He's not," Alicia interrupted, slightly annoyed.
"But I've known him a lot longer than you," Bobby continued, not even upset at being interrupted. "Hell, I kinda helped raise him. I know what type of person he is. He has a reputation—and that reputation includes how he behaves around women."
"I know," Alicia replied, hiding a grin as she remembered the first time she and Dean had interacted in this very living room. She sighed. "Look, I know you're supposed to do the protective bit, but—"
"He's not the marrying type, Alicia," Bobby said gently. He saw the expression on his niece's face change. "Look, I just don't wanna see you get hurt."
"Dean would never hurt me," Alicia said.
"Maybe not intentionally," Bobby replied, "but…some habits ain't easy to break."
Alicia knew what he was implying. "And some habits are, if the person wants it strongly enough." Bobby opened his mouth, but Alicia wasn't done. "Look, I get it, Dean is annoying, loud mouthed, pig-headed, obnoxious—"
"You ain't helping your case," Bobby pointed out.
"But he's also kind," Alicia continued, "funny, and easy to talk to," she chuckled softly, "and he'll even talk back to me occasionally." She sighed as she went around the room, picking up the scattered books that had fallen earlier. "Did you know whenever we're in a room with a bunch of other people, he doesn't stare at any other woman besides me? When I first got sick, he was the one who took care of me. I mean, you've seen how he acted when I was in the hospital, and how he was with John just now. He won't hesitate to do everything in his power to keep me safe. I mean, it's like you said: you helped raise him." She walked over with a small collection of books in her hands, holding them out to her uncle. "Who better than someone you helped raise—someone who's just as fiercely protective of me as you are—to help keep me safe?"
Bobby stared at her for what seemed like a long time. "Do you love him?" he asked after a few moments, before taking the books from her and setting them on the desk.
"Yes," Alicia replied without hesitation, "and I know he loves me, too."
The elder Singer watched her for several seconds, looking for any hint that she wasn't completely sure, but his niece's expression didn't waver. Bobby closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before letting his breath out slowly. "Balls," he muttered before hugging her.
Alicia smiled as she hugged him back. "I still prefer idjit'," she replied.
"Don't worry," Bobby replied. "You're still one of those as well—both of you."
Alicia pulled back. "You're not gonna punch him, are you?" she asked warily.
"We'll talk," Bobby said sternly. "We'll see."
Alicia saw the twinkle in his eyes, and she knew Bobby wasn't completely serious. She hugged him again, relieved to know her uncle seemed to accept the situation. At least she was sure Bobby wouldn't be using her Dean as target practice…well, mostly sure. The sound of a phone ringing in the kitchen jarred the two from their moment, and Bobby went to go answer it; Alicia followed, leaning against the frame of the sliding doors, folding her arms.
Bobby picked up the black cordless, glanced at the caller ID, then raised an eyebrow as he pressed the answer button. "Yeah, Garth, what's up?" Alicia immediately stood straight, her eyes widening in fear slightly. "Yeah, I saw the news, too." Bobby glanced at Alicia, who's face clouded a little. "Yeah, I heard that, too…you talked with someone who actually saw it?" Bobby sighed, exasperated. "Garth, look, if that's true, then we're talking about some seriously powerful son of a bitch. Let me do some digging around before you go in there half-cocked and get yourself arrested or killed, okay?" He listened, then glanced at the young woman. "Is Alicia here?" Alicia shook her head furiously, waving her hands and mouthing 'no' repeatedly. "She's…kinda busy right now, but I'll let her know you called." He hung up and put the phone back on the table.
"Thanks," Alicia replied. "I'm really not in the mood to be 'Garth-ed'."
"You know he's gonna be crushed when he finds out you're married," Bobby said, the hint of a smile on his face. "Maybe I should let Dean know about him."
"And if you do that," Alicia replied, smiling sweetly, "I'll tell him you get regular pedicures at that Vietnamese joint."
Bobby's smile faded. "You wouldn't."
"You sure?" Alicia replied smugly.
Bobby narrowed his eyes, sighing. "Where did you learn to be so devious?"
Alicia chuckled as she walked over. "From the best," she replied before kissing his cheek. "I'm gonna wash my car now." She headed over to the back door and opened it, stepping out. As the door swung shut, Bobby sighed as he took a seat at the table.
"Balls," he replied, not sure if he was more annoyed she was blaming him for her behavior—or that she wasn't wrong.
A large wet sponge smacked gently on the center of the Impala's windshield, sending suds everywhere. Alicia wiped some strands of wet hair off her forehead before she gripped the sponge and wiped it methodically across the glass, making sure not to miss a single spot, humming softly as she worked. Once she had finished the entire windshield, she dipped the sponge back in the nearby soapy water bucket, then began working on the hood of the vehicle.
"There you are."
Alicia stopped in mid swipe and stiffened when she heard the familiar voice. She slowly glanced over her shoulder and saw Dean standing in the open doorway of the car shed, dressed in one of his shirts, jeans, and boots. The sunlight behind him almost silhouetted him, but she could still see his expression—a combination of relief and something that looked almost dangerous—and the young woman was actually a little frightened by his sudden appearance.
"Hi," she said, trying not to sound nervous. "You, uh, you doing okay?"
"Not sure," Dean replied as he stepped inside, his face expressionless. "When I came downstairs, Bobby wanted to talk."
"He didn't punch you, did he?" Alicia asked warily.
"No," Dean replied. "We actually had a decent conversation, peppered with a few expletives and vivid images of exposing my inner organs to sunlight if I even contemplate hurting you."
Alicia nodded. "That sounds like Bobby."
"Then," Dean continued, slowly walking toward her, "he told me you were outside washing your car. So, imagine how freaked out I get when I come outside, and I see your car all washed and polished, and you and my car are nowhere in sight—and I still have my keys in my pocket." He raised an eyebrow. "You mind telling me what the hell's going on?"
"Well, I did wash my car," Alicia explained, trying to keep her voice steady as she watched Dean methodically take step after step closer to her. She recognized his behavior, similar to a lion circling its prey, from their numerous hunts together, but this was the first time she was the one being targeted. She wasn't worried that Dean would go ballistic over the car, but his behavior was still a little unnerving. He stopped inches from her, staring down at her, causing her to back against the car, the front of the vehicle pressing against her.
"I got her all nice and clean," Alicia continued, "and then I saw Baby just looked a little dingy next to mine—and that just didn't feel right—so I thought I'd get her cleaned up as well…so I kinda zapped her in here." Dean's eyes flashed and jaw set, and the young woman's heart started racing. "Look, Dean, I know you don't like me using magic on the car, but I wanted to surprise you. I swear, I haven't put a single scratch on her or anything."
Dean just looked down at her for an excruciatingly long time. He glanced at the Impala, covered in suds, then looked back at his wife, who stood in front of him, her hair and clothes wet, her eyes slightly wide. "Do you have any idea," he started, his voice low and serious, "how incredibly hot it is to see my baby washing my Baby?" Alicia tilted her head, completely confused by his question, then Dean suddenly gave her a cheeky grin.
"You son of a bitch," Alicia replied, smacking him hard in the chest. Dean winced and rubbed the spot where she hit him, but he still chuckled as she turned around and continued washing the car. "I thought you were really pissed off at me."
Dean stepped back and tilted his head as Alicia leaned over the hood, stretching to reach the center, giving the hunter a perfect view of her backside. The cutoffs were dark from being drenched, her tank top was soaked and semi-transparent (Dean could see she wasn't wearing a bra underneath), clinging to her skin, as water and suds trickled down her legs. "Pissed off is not what I'm feeling right now," he replied appreciatively.
Alicia stopped, blushing slightly, as she smiled and shook her head before she stood straight. "I guess that's an improvement from earlier," she replied. She turned around as Dean appeared right behind her, quickly wrapping his arms tightly around her tightly, pressing her back against the Impala, as he kissed her hard. The young woman, startled, gave a loud squeak, as she squirmed and struggled in his embrace. Suddenly, Dean stopped, then he quickly pulled away, a horrific look on his face. Alicia looked back at him, breathing hard, her expression stunned.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaking. "I don't…."
"Are you okay?" Alicia asked, concerned.
"Yeah," Dean replied quickly, trying to sound casual. "Great." He glanced at Alicia, and he could see she didn't believe him. "It's just been a crazy few days, that's all."
Alicia's expression didn't waver as she took a step toward her husband. "Just a little," she replied. "You wanna talk about it?" Dean snorted. "Dean, last night you said we both have stuff that we need to get off our chests." She shrugged. "I did that this morning."
"So did I," Dean said curtly. "We talked together, remember?"
"We talked about Cass this morning," Alicia corrected him. "I mean, you did say how horrible it was in the hospital when—"
"So why are you bringing it up again?" Dean interrupted angrily. Alicia looked a little startled as a flash of hurt crossed her eyes, and Dean felt guilty for snapping at her. He sighed, trying to calm down a bit, but it was hard. "What do you want me to say, Allie? That I felt completely helpless while you were in the hospital, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, and I hate that? And then finding out that Cass is really an angel, which is just a great addition to the chaos. Oh, and then me having it out with Dad, which I finally had the guts to do after all these years, but now I feel like an absolute asshole." He sighed, frustrated. "It just feels like every damn thing is falling apart right now, and I have no idea what to do to fix it." Alicia opened her mouth, but Dean just kept going as he paced around the shed. "I mean, I feel like I'm gonna explode, but I can't just go to the nearest dive and either get plastered or hook up with a hot chick anymore, and I'm getting seriously close to causing property damage or tearing someone's head off."
Alicia watched her husband. "You can still hook up with me," she said gently after several moments.
Dean stopped and looked at her confused. "Come again?" he asked.
Alicia placed the sponge on the hood of the Impala and walked over to him. "Hook up with me," she repeated.
"I can't hook up with you," Dean said, looking almost offended. "We're married."
"So?" Alicia asked, amused.
"Hooking up is what you do with someone you never plan on seeing again," Dean explained, "or what you do to blow off steam. That's what I used to do before we met. I'm not gonna treat you like a random piece of ass….I don't want to."
"Well, I do appreciate that," Alicia replied, smiling, "and I do know what 'hooking up' means, Dean. I'm just saying we've had sex just to blow off some steam quite a few times since we got married, right?"
Dean opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn't; he sighed and nodded. "Yeah," he said lamely.
Alicia wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. "Then, if this is what you need right now," she stood on her toes and tenderly kissed him, "let me give it to you."
Dean raised an eyebrow. He had honestly expected Alicia to blow off what he was feeling, given what she'd gone through in the past few days. Instead, she was not only acknowledging it but also offering to help him deal with it. "You're serious?" Alicia nodded. "You're not disgusted with me right now?" Alicia shook her head. Dean stared at her for a few moments, unsure, then he exhaled, feeling some of the tension leaving his body.
Still smiling, Alicia took Dean's hands. He appeared confused as she led him over to the side of the shed, cluttered with a few work tables and a wood bench, some lawn chairs, and a bunch of scrap metal. "Uh, Allie, what are you doing?"
"What B.T.O. sang," Alicia replied as she firmly pushed him down onto the bench. "You know, 'takin' care of business'." She parked herself on him, straddling his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Dean's eyes widened slightly as he quickly glanced around. "Here?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
"Why not?" Alicia asked, planting soft kisses on his jawline.
Dean closed his eyes as he felt her lips brush his skin. Her kisses always felt so electric and intoxicating, and he found it hard to stay level-headed, but this particular time was more difficult. "Well, uh, it's, uh, not our room," he said, his voice labored, his hands reflexively moving to hold her hips, kneading them gently.
"You weren't complaining about that when we had a quickie in the alley on that stakeout," Alicia countered, smiling as she started sucking on his neck right under his left ear, grinding teasingly against his crotch. "Or in the backseat of the car."
Dean groaned softly as he felt his self control slipping away, the muscles in his hips and stomach tightening under her seductive movements. His hands started slowly sliding up her sides, running along every familiar curve of her body. "You know, if Bobby walks in, he's gonna go ballistic."
Alicia pulled back and stared at Dean. "Claude ostium," she said as she raised her hand. Her eyes glowed purple, and she quickly flicked her wrist. The shed door slammed shut, the noise reverberating loudly for a few seconds. The latch moved into the locked position before Alicia's eyes returned to normal, and she reached up to remove the tie in her hair, her damp locks tumbling over her shoulders as she smiled smugly. "You're running out of excuses, Mr. Winchester."
Dean just stared at her, a little stunned. In their few weeks of being married, Alicia had been plenty enthusiastic and receptive, even driving occasionally, but she had never acted this feisty—and the young man had never been more turned on. He moved his hands to either side of her head, running his fingers through her wet hair, when all his inhibitions disappeared. He pulled Alicia close to him, snaking his arms around her in a tight embrace as he kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth.
Alicia moaned against Dean's lips, sucking vigorously on his tongue, hearing his low moan, as her hands quickly moved down his chest to the top of his jeans. She ripped his shirt from the waistband and yanked it up. Dean raised his arms, allowing Alicia to pull it off and toss it aside before he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her body against his as he moved his mouth to her neck, sucking on the spot under her right jaw. He felt her fingers tracing the toned muscles on his chest, circling the outline of his tattoo before moving down his abdomen, and he shuddered under her touch. When he felt her hands moving over his jeans buttons, Dean suddenly grabbed her wrists, stopping her.
"Hold it, sweetheart," he replied, panting.
Alicia looked at him, concerned. "What?" she asked.
"I'm the only one here who's topless," Dean replied, his eyes twinkling as he smiled lasciviously. A look of relief washed over her eyes as she smiled and raised her arms. Dean grabbed the hem of her tank top and slowly peeled the wet fabric up and off her body, throwing it to the ground. He glanced appreciatively at her breasts for a moment, glistening with drops of water, before he leaned over, placing his mouth around her firm nipple, licking and sucking it hard. Alicia whimpered loudly, wriggling on his lap. Dean was being a bit rougher than normal, but it was an incredible turn on.
"This is…supposed to be…about…taking care…of you," she panted loudly, squirming in Dean's arms as he restrained her.
"Oh, believe me," Dean replied, "you have no idea how much this is turning me on right now." Feeling a little daring, he gently bit down on her nipple, causing Alicia to squeal loudly and look at him, shocked, but he just gave her a cheeky grin before pulling her close, kissing her hungrily.
Alicia moaned as she moved her hands back down to his jeans and undid the button before sliding the zipper down. Dean grunted softly as she moved off his lap to pull his jeans and boxers down his legs, pooling them around his ankles; he groaned with relief as his erection popped free. He watched as she undid her own jeans, sliding both them and the black panties underneath down her hips and legs. She stepped out of them before straddling Dean's lap again and taking his length in both her hands, stroking it slowly.
Dean tilted his head back and groaned loudly as her fingers worked up and down, massaging him with gentle motions. "Damn, that feels good," he moaned, squirming under her touch.
"Good," Alicia replied, varying her strokes and pressure, feeling him jerk slightly under her touch. "You want me to continue?"
"Oh, hell yeah."
Alicia obliged, leaning over and kissing him tenderly as she continued with her hands. She felt his arms wrap around her back, his hands moving up and down her naked body, his strong arms contracting around her. She ran her tongue over his lips before pushing it in his mouth, moaning softly as he sucked on it.
Dean grunted softly against her lips, his head swimming and muscles quivering with every movement she made. He moved one hand from her waist to between her legs, softly brushing over the delicate skin, feeling the warm wetness between his fingers.
"Dammit, Dean," she moaned against his mouth as her hips reflexively squirmed. "The hell you doing?"
"I'd think after a few weeks," Dean replied, smirking, "you'd know exactly what I was doing."
"This is supposed to be about what you want," Alicia said, trying to sound frustrated, her breath ragged as his fingers continued pleasuring her.
"I know," Dean replied as he removed his hand, then snaked them both under the back of her thighs, stopping to squeeze her ass, before lifting her up off his lap a bit, causing her to let out a startled yelp. "I want you." He shifted her hips, setting her down right on his erection. He groaned softly as he slid easily into her, causing her to sharply gasp. The feeling of being inside Alicia always drove Dean crazy, but his current stress level was seriously amplifying his urges, sending him into a primal frenzy. He gripped Alicia's hips tightly and began thrusting his hips vigorously as he kissed her fervently.
Alicia was slightly frustrated by Dean taking control when she had been wanting to please him. She squirmed, trying to pull away, but the sensation of Dean moving inside her, hitting every single spot, was too much for her to resist any longer. She moaned against his mouth and began moving her hips, matching his thrusts as she ground her body against his. Dean snaked his hands up her back, supporting her as he leaned her back, using his mouth to lick and suck hungrily on her breasts, the audible sounds of their moans echoed in the metal building.
A few quick minutes later, Dean felt the tight muscles in his abdomen reach their release point. He effortlessly pulled Alicia into an upright position, moving his hands back to grip her hips, pressing his fingers into her skin hard enough to bruise. "Son of a bitch," he groaned loudly, thrusting his hips a final time, spurting inside her. Every muscle that had been tense suddenly relaxed, and he leaned back, breathing hard, watching as Alicia continued rocking her hips riding his throbbing length. A few seconds later, her entire body was rocked by the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt as her inner muscles pulse around him. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan, her eyes flashing briefly before she collapsed against him. She rested her head on his shoulder, their bodies sweaty and flushed, the only sound coming from their ragged breathing as their hearts pounded in their chests.
"Damn," Alicia said softly, completely exhausted. "That was incredible…I hate you."
Dean chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. "You're welcome," he replied. He exhaled loudly. "Thanks." He shivered as the cold air hit his bare skin.
"Stratum tegere," Alicia said, and a thick, red tartan blanket shimmered around them, covering the two of them. She pulled back to look in his eyes, making sure the blanket stayed around her. "So, I take it you're feeling better?"
"Oh yeah," Dean replied. He smoothed some strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. "You?"
"I'm good," Alicia replied.
Dean stared at her. "You sure?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Alicia retorted. Dean raised an eyebrow, and Alicia sighed. "Look, it's been crazy, and maybe a bit overwhelming, but I'm not scared."
"Really, Allie?" Dean asked, giving her a look. "Not even with four demon princes gunning after us?"
"Really," Alicia insisted. "Why should I be when I know we're gonna find a way to stop them before all Hell breaks loose?" She leaned over and kissed him tenderly, giving him a smile of reassurance before putting her arms around his chest, resting her cheek near his collarbone. Dean glanced down at her, not sure if she was telling the truth, but he didn't want to press it and ruin the mood, so he simply wrapped his arms around her. He held her securely as he closed his eyes, completely missing the worry that filled his wife's face.
(End of Chapter 2)
