Sacrifice – chpt 10 – s.n. fic

by: sifi

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Dean looked down into the valley below, the eyes through which he saw were not his own yet they meandered where he willed them. He smiled, well this is… interesting, it's a dream…he thought knowing full well that his body existed some-when else and that his mind was taking a little excursion into the roots of this case. He felt an arm slide around his waist and warm curves press into his side.

"They're very industrious aren't they my love?"

He felt himself grin and looked into her beaming face, her eyes lit from deep within, a private fire just for him that stroked his heart as he brushed his lips to hers, Oh yeah… I could deal with this… "… indeed they are…" heard from his own mouth before he turned back to the valley before them and drew his arm across the expanse, almost wiping the image away to make way for another, a latter image in which the heart of a great city began to shudder toward life and a mound became the base of what would become a mighty tower.

"How far will they go do you think?" she asked holding him close.

He turned and beamed into her eyes, "As far as they can be inspired to go… or as far as the heavens allow… whichever reaches its end first…" his answer was both teasing and telling at the same time but she knew exactly what he meant. Ooh that's good… bet I could learn a thing or two from you dude.

"They seem to feed on cause and purpose… and they have an endless appetite…"

"You've been watching them?" he asked obviously amused by this for some reason. His hand rested gently on the back of her neck, at the base of her skull and his fingers twined in her hair.

She nodded, "I like them… for the most part… some of them not so much as others…" she smiled.

"The same is true for all though is it not?" his mouth asked. Dean could feel the smile on his face and wondered at it. He knew that feeling of certainty but wasn't sure from where or when, he just knew that it felt like home.

"Are you happy love?" she asked in a voice of milk and honey that sent shivers through him in all the right places.

"Aye… I am," he smiled turning their bodies together to feel her warmth against his length. He lay his mouth at the joining of her neck and shoulder and tasted tangy sweetness as behind them, deep in the valley the heart of the ancient world took shape with a mighty finger unfurling toward the heavens.

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He roused from the arms of his lover drawn to the balcony by the ring of discord against the walls of his home. His lady stretched her arm to where his body should have lain and his absence awoke her. She strode naked to him, her body bronze and buxom in the faint torchlight, marks of her life visible only to him for no one else could come as close without descending into madness.

She stood beside him, listening as he did to the sounds of strife rolling toward them, its cacophony setting off a wail from across the bed chamber. She hung her head with a wry smile, "This is why I sometimes dislike them… they fight incessantly!" she breathed and turned to glide to the wailing one but his hand warm and firm on her arm stayed her.

"This from you?" he asked with a wry turn of the lips and a lift of his eyebrow. His grin grew wide as she dropped her head to the side and gazed into his eyes, "I'll get him," he grinned stepped from her side to retrieve their son. He stood at the cradle looking down into those wide brown eyes that came from the woman and felt his heart grow larger and warmer. Cool! I've got a kid! I've got a son! That rocks so damn Freakin Hard! Dean felt himself think as he filled with love for the boy who quieted and stuck his foot into his mouth as the large hands slid beneath him and brought him to the party. From some place far away within his memories Dean heard his own childhood voice soothe softly, Daddy's making you a bottle Sammy… you don't have to eat your feet...

Dean felt his body approach the woman, the infant in his hand as he came from behind her and held his son to her breast. He felt her hands reach up to take the child from him but he wrapped his free hand around and pressed her firmly against him, her back to his front as his lips came to her ear, "I've got him…" he grinned watching his son fill his tiny belly.

Around him the room spun and became a different chamber on a different day, the warmth of the woman against him was gone, as was the stilling moment of bliss. His stomach lurched as he turned and scanned the room, Wow… I think I'm gonna throw up… I wonder if a person can puke in a dream… let's not find out… just breathe Dean… just breathe… where's my son? and my woman? he wondered, forgetting momentarily that he was not quite himself.

"My lord, are you certain he will make the right choice?" a voice to his left asked.

"I am, and when he does he shall be justly rewarded, loyalty such as his deserves it," Dean felt his mouth say.

"But such a grand reward for simple obedience that is your right? My lord, please… it is far too generous a gift…"

"You would dare to question the decision of…" the woman strode into the room, the hand of a small boy held in her own as she approached the servant who dared such an affront. At her fearsome and purposeful gait, and garbed as she was, her sandals strapped high on her legs, her skirt tight and her breasts bound firmly to her under heavy leather, with sword in one hand and child in the other she was truly a frightening countenance.

He felt himself smile as the servant bowed, pressing his forehead to the floor before her, "Nay my lady… nay…I question nothing… I am humble before you…" he stammered.

Dean felt his smile grow and his lips shrug as he thought, That's my girl… then looked at the boy child who waited until the servant was properly repentant before loosing his mother's hand and running into Dean's arms, And this is my boy! Had a growth spurt huh? Yeah... Sammy used to go to bed one night and wake up an inch taller the next day… "Ahhh my son…" he smiled holding the boy close, feeling as if he never wanted to let him go, like he wanted to keep him that age, that innocent for all eternity.

The boy leaned back and looked into his father's eyes, "Guess where Mommy took me today…"

"Where?" he asked.

"She took me to the lions! I got to feed them and ride them… and she even let me play with them!" he squealed enthusiastically.

Dean had known somehow, perhaps by her manner of dress that they'd gone somewhere special today, "Did any of them bite you?" he asked playfully taking his son's fingers into his mouth even as he heard within his own head, …so you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?

"No daddy…" his boy chuckled within the protective circle of his arms, and he remembered his own voice, utter the same reply eons later, No daddy…

"And if they had?" he asked.

"I'd bite them back!" his boy laughed and wrapped his warm little arms around his neck, hugging him tight before turning in his embrace and looking out the window at the city below them, "I'm going to rule all of this one day… and more daddy… my kingdom will be so vast you will weep with pride…" he vowed and kissed his fathers lips before jumping from his arms and running from the throne room.

"I'm certain you will my son…" Dean smiled feeling his arms stretch toward his woman who moved into them with wanton grace, shedding her garments along the way before stripping him of his. "I smell blood on you woman… who have you battled today?" he asked.

"Barbarians attacked pilgrims to the temple… I could not leave them to fend for themselves…not when I was so close…" she sighed kissing and stroking him.

"Mmm," he smiled against her mouth.

"…and what of him who dares to question my lord?" she asked.

"He is a craftsman my love… he will ply his trade… work his craft and do as he is told… his kind will always fear those with power and the bestowing of power to others… and what I ask is no meager feat…" he slid his hands down her sides and picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he took her to the balcony.

"You are generous my lord…" she grinned as he filled her, "My lord you ARE generous…"

That same sweet tang tickled his nose as he gave as much as he took, his body humming while hers sang astride him, his breath grew short and the scent grew stronger, Wow… you smell like…

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"Fruit loops…" Dean gasped feeling as if he'd come from somewhere far away.

"Dean?..." Sam asked softly while mopping his sweat soaked brow.

About four hours after Sam put him on the bed, seeming to be on fire from the inside, and draped him in cool cloths Dean's temperature crashed back to normal and the redness was replaced with waxen pallor and instead of dry heat escaping his flesh, cold sweat began to pour from him. At first his pulse and respiration had dropped to almost imperceptible levels and Sam had forced himself not to panic. His finger hovered above the 9 on his cell phone and Dean drew in a deep breath, while his pulse returned to normal, though he remained unconscious and sweating pools.

"Ngeeah…Hmmm… Mmmm taste… milk 'n honey..." he groaned returning with agonizing slowness from wherever he'd been.

"Dean!" Sam barked and tapped his cheeks wondering if he was really coming back or if he was descending into delirium. He pried his brother's eye open with his thumb and received a quick swat for the effort.

"Come on Dean… all the way back now… you're almost here okay?" he prompted.

"Ahm'ere… ng.. what? …mmm my son…" he muttered, his ramblings sending icy fear down Sam's back so he tried once more.

"Dean! Wake Up NOW!" he yelled and watched, gratified that his shout had the intended effect. Dean seemed to snap fully back into himself and wide awake if not a little groggy.

"Sam?... what happened?" he asked scratching his head as he sat up.

Sam reached over to the table and cracked open a can of diet soda, Dean often said he preferred the flavor to regular, "You've been unconscious for seven hours and the first thing you say when you come around is Fruit Loops?" he demanded questioningly.

"'anks…" Dean's voice croaked and he tilted the can back, chugging several quick slugs then hiccoughed hard and winced as the carbonation clawed his throat, "…ouch…" he shook his head and his eyes went wide as he scrambled out from beneath the sheets and zipped into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

Sam hung his head smiling and chuckling his relief. Sometimes Dean and the things he got into could really scare him.

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"…I don't get it Dean…I mean okay, you were there and I wasn't but you're not wired for visions man…" Sam shook his head as his brother towel dried his hair then sat next to him at the table feeling remarkably better after his shower.

"Maybe it wasn't intentional Sam… I mean whatever came out of that cylinder almost killed me man… I swear I was cooking alive okay? and NOT in the way I prefer to be if you get my meaning…" he arched his eyebrow at his little brother who nodded that he understood, "If it wasn't for Mister Misty getting that fire snake off and outta me I'd be one extra crispy Winchester so I'm not bitching about a little head trip back through prehistory… it was pretty weird though… and kinda cool…" he smiled remembering the joy and peace he'd felt even amidst the strife in the city below. He'd somehow felt like he knew it was all going to be alright, the way it was supposed to be.

"…I can't believe you remember so much so clearly…" Sam shook his head and met Dean's eyes.

"What? You've always been pretty clear on yours and let's face it man, for all we know this might just have been a really… heh heh heh REALLY vivid dream and nothing more… I mean I WAS surrounded by Babylonian artifacts and something inside one of them did try to kill me so it would make some sense that I'd dream about those times right?" he looked at Sam who shrugged and gazed back at him with an all too easily read expression that said, 'Y'got me…'

"Dean you asked about your son… now last I heard… you don't have any kids unless there's something you're not telling me?" Sam invited knowing he didn't have to set his brother up like that but since the opportunity had presented itself, Sam was curious.

Dean didn't have to say anything, he just shot Sam 'The Look' and the young Winchester regretting having taken the opportunity presented. It was different now that he knew his brother really did eventually want kids.

"Sorry man… that was outta line…"

"Yeah it was…" Dean nodded.

"Yeah well point is… it sounds like a vision to me."

"Maybe…well how 'bout this… your pal and mine Mr. Misty decides to help my sorry deep fried ass, kinda lays a cool one on me… not sure how I feel about that… and since I'm breathing I could feel it literally like breathing in fog man… cool and soothing y'know? Still not sure how I feel about that since he's a guy… or was a guy… and as a side effect I kinda get to glimpse his life?... lucky bastard… a woman like that… strong and fearless and wow sooo willing…" he stopped and daydreamed for a minute before shaking it off with a wistful grin, "… and a great kid… ambitious and smart too… said he was going to make me proud by having a kingdom even greater than mine…" he mused.

Sam watched Dean's expression intensely, somewhat amused by this bit of whimsy he was getting a glimpse of but also a little leery about how deeply drawn into the 'vision' or memory he'd been. Still… he's alive… that thing saved him, whatever else it did, it kept him alive… Thank heaven for that… Sam thought.

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