"You're telling me he lost his mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?"
Piper sighed. She was sitting next to Bobby in his hospital room, him in a wheelchair, her in a regular one. "I don't know, Bobby. I'm going to look into other options."
"There ain't any," he snapped. "Fucking useless angel."
She frowned. "Come on, Bobby, it's not Cass's fault. He did a lot for us."
He glared at her. She opened her mouth to try placate him again, but was interrupted by Dean and Sam walking into the room.
Dean walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "What's shakin'?"
Bobby grumbled about angels and uselessness, turning his wheelchair back around to look out the window silently. Piper ignored him to turn and smile sunnily at Sam. She had sensed that he was feeling left out,and she was determined to fix it. He gave her a hesitant smile back, and she zeroed in on the envelope in his hand. "What's that?"
He held it up. "Dean and I went to radiology."
As he opened the envelope, Dean squeezed her shoulder again. "Got some glamour shots," he said amicably. "Let's just say the doctors are baffled."
Sam walked forward and handed Piper one of the x-rays. She held it up to the light to see writing inscribed on his ribs. She made a face. No wonder it hurt. "Wow."
Sam's phone rang, and when he answered, Piper felt Dean lean down to plant a kiss on her head. "How's he doing?" He whispered in her ear.
"Grumpy."
"And also not deaf," Bobby snapped. Piper jumped guiltily.
She was saved by the sound of wings behind them. She squeaked and stood, turning around to see Castiel. She smiled. "Cass!"
Dean wasn't as thrilled. "Cell phone, Cass? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?"
"You're hidden from angels now. All angels." Castiel's face hardened. "I don't have much time. We need to talk."
Dean nodded. "Okay."
"Your plan to kill Lucifer. It's foolish. It can't be done."
Piper frowned. "Hey, thanks for the support, wings."
The angel ignored her. "But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse."
"Who's that?"
"The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God. I'm going to find God."
Piper's eyebrows shot to her hairline. "God?" She met Sam's equally confused gaze.
The angel nodded. "Yes."
"God," Dean elaborated.
Cass frowned. "Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere."
Dean scoffed. "Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla."
Castiel shook his head. "No, he's not on any flatbread."
Dean was staring at the angel. "Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead, and that's the generous theory-"
"He is out there, Dean," Cass interrupted.
Dean ignored him. "Or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?"
"Enough," Castiel snarled, "this is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win."
"It's a pipe dream, Cas." To Dean's credit, his voice was gentle.
Castiel advanced on Dean, snarling. "I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself."
"Castiel," Piper snapped, coming to stand between the angel and Dean. She grabbed the lapels of Castiel's coat and tugged. It's like pulling a building. "Hallway. Now."
Dean frowned. "Piper, I-"
"Shut up, Dean," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Come on, wings."
She was surprised and relieved when Cass followed her. That would have been awkward.
She twirled and jabbed a finger into his chest as soon as the door swung closed behind them. "Listen here, Cass. I do not have the guilt complex the Winchesters have, so I can see this for what it was: a setup."
His eyes widened. "There was no-"
"Can the excuses," she said sharply. "Who knew Dean was going to hell, and what it meant? Who let him go to hell without having a plan to get him out? Who stopped him from stopping Sam at that convent? It sure as hell wasn't us." She glared up at him. "So be pissy, be mad. You fell for us, and I can't even begin to express how grateful I am. But you do not get to make Dean feel like shit just because your brothers failed you. You guys started the apocalypse, not the Winchesters."
He looked at her for a long moment, then turned and walked back into the hospital room without another word.
She tilted her head back and groaned. "Men."
She followed him into the room. Her heart warmed when she saw that Dean was already looking at her. The corners of his eyes crinkled and he held out an arm, which she made a beeline for and stepped under, savoring the feel of it wrapped around her shoulders.
Bobby was speaking, and she tried to focus. "What is it you want?"
Castiel nodded. "I did come for something. An amulet."
Piper tilted her head. "An amulet? What kind?"
"Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him."
Sam had come to stand next to Piper and Dea. "A God EMF?"
Castiel nodded.
Bobby shrugged. "Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that."
Cass looked at Dean. "I know. You don't." His blue eyes dropped to the amulet around Dean's neck.
Piper bristled, and Dean looked down at his necklace. "What, this?"
Castiel nodded. "May I borrow it?"
There was a beat of silence, then, "No."
"Dean. Give it to me."
"Watch your tone, wings," Piper snapped.
Dean squeezed her lightly, still staring at Castiel. He slowly moved his hand not wrapped around her and took the amulet off, handing it over. "Don't lose it," he snapped when Castiel took it. He looked at Piper with a wince. "Now I feel naked." She squeezed him sympathetically around the waist.
Castiel was ignoring them. "I'll be in touch."
"When you find God, tell him to send legs," Bobby said evenly.
Cass disappeared.
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Piper elected to stay behind when Rufus called asking for help. She was currently in front of the hospital, wrapped up in Dean's embrace.
"Be careful," she said softly.
He looked down at her. "You, too. Bobby's mean."
She grinned. "No meaner than me."
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We'll be back in a few days, Pipes."
She smiled up at him. "You'd better be." She sobered for a second, looking into his really stunning green eyes. "Dean, don't do anything stupid."
His brow wrinkled. "What the hell does that mean?"
She glared at him. "You know what it means. Try to be nice to Sam. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
He hmphed. "I'm not an idiot, Pipes."
She rolled her eyes. "I know that, Dean. But you're stubborn, and you're angry, and the two of you make each other do stupid things. So please, restraint, Mr. Winchester," she said with a smile, stepping up to brush her lips across his.
He gave in immediately, kissing her thoroughly. "I'll do my best, Ms. Finley," he said softly.
She smiled. "Good."
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"God dammit, Piper, get away from that."
"No, Bobby. You need a wheelchair ramp, at least temporarily, and I'm putting one in. Butt out."
"It's my house!"
She rolled her eyes. "Please, it's at least half mine by now."
He was glaring at her from the porch, sitting in his wheelchair. She took pity on him for a second, putting the hammer down and walking up the almost-completely-installed ramp to sit next to him in the rocking chair there.
"Bobby," she said softly, putting a hand on his arm. "This is temporary, okay?"
He looked away. "If an angel can't heal it, then it's pretty permanent, kid."
"Bobby," she said firmly. He turned to look at her, and she met his gaze fearlessly. "I will find a way to fix this, understand me? The ramp is just a temporary solution. I will find a way to get your legs back."
He just looked at her. "You're good, Pi, but I don't think anyone's that good."
She grinned. "Bobby, when's the last time I wanted something and didn't get it?"
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"The four horsemen of the apocalypse?" she asked, rocking back and forth nervously in the rocker on the front porch.
"Yeah. We met War today," Dean said, his voice comforting Piper even if it was crackly. "Killed it. Or sent it back. He's gone, anyway."
She nodded. "Well, that's scary. What's the plan now?"
There was a suspicious silence that had her eyes narrowing before he spoke. "I have no idea," he said frankly. "I guess see what Cass is up to? Maybe try to find the next horseman? I mean, where is the step-by-step process for stopping the end of the world?"
She sighed. "Well, come home and pick me up, then we'll go figure it out, okay?"
She heard his smile over the phone. "Whatever you say, kitten."
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Dean tried to calm his nerves as he drove up to Bobby's house. She was going to be mad.
She was standing on the front porch, and he took a moment to appreciate the curves he suspected would be off-limits to him very soon. She was wearing a sundress, with one of his old flannels over it. Her feet were bare, and she was waving and smiling at him.
She was going to kill him.
He could actually see the moment she realized Sam wasn't in the car with him. The temperature of everything dropped ten degrees, her waving slowed, and her smile gently fell off of her face.
He sighed and parked the car, wincing when she came to stand at the closest corner of the porch.
This is gonna suck.
He got out and shut the door, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to look at her. He couldn't help the smile that tilted his lips upward when he saw her long hair billowing in the wind.
Her hands were on her hips, and she was staring at him emotionlessly. "Dean Winchester," she said, her low, dangerous voice sending awareness up and down his spine. "Where the hell is Sam?"
He couldn't look at her, so he looked down at the porch. "We split up, Pipes. I don't know for how long."
There was a beat of silence. "Excuse me?"
He sighed. "I can't trust him, Pipes. And it was his idea, he said he can't trust himself, either." He finally looked up at her angry hazel eyes. "This is too big to screw up, kitten, I need to be sharp."
She came down the steps and approached him until they were inches apart. He frowned, he didn't want her to step on something without shoes on.
She examined him for a long moment, and he had to remind himself that he was Dean fucking Winchester, and he refused to be afraid of this slip of a woman.
"God dammit, Dean," she said softly, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
"It's for the best, Pipes. It wasn't working."
He could not have been more surprised, and a little scared, when she grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him down to kiss him hard. He groaned and grabbed her hips in his hands, turning and lifting to set her against Baby's door, humming in approval when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Missed you," he murmured against her mouth a few long moments later.
She pulled away and ran a hand along his face. "I missed you, too, Dean. Let me down."
He made a dissatisfied noise and lowered her to the ground. She took his hand and walked him up to the porch. When they stood in front of the rocking chair, she turned and looked at him with heat in her eyes that made everything in him light up.
She stepped forward and pushed that hot little hand under his shirts to run it up to his chest. He pulled in an unsteady breath. "Piper, what are you doing?"
She pushed him gently down into the rocking chair, then straddled him slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. "First," she said huskily, making Dean a little dizzy, "We're going to have angry sex, because I'm mad at you, but I missed you."
"Second," she whispered, leaning forward and grinding herself down onto him at the same time. "We're gonna talk about what the hell you were thinking."
She bit his neck and sucked hard, making him grin as she marked him as hers. "Third," she whispered against his skin, "If you're lucky, we'll have makeup sex."
"Whatever you want, kitten," He agreed, struggling to keep her voice steady as she rocked against him.
He felt her smirk against his skin. "Damn right."
He moved to put his hands on her hips, but she wrapped her hands around his wrists and put them back on the arms of the rocker. "No touching, handsome," she purred into his ear, "You are not in charge today, Mr. Winchester."
He growled a little, but gripped the arms of the chair and tilted his head back. "Fuck, Piper."
She smiled and leaned back, running her own hands up her sides to cup her breasts. "What's wrong, Dean?" She asked huskily. "Is there something you want, baby?"
His hands flexed on the arms of the chair as he watched her thumb her nipple, groaning when she tilted her head back and rocked against him hard. "Piper…"
She gracefully stepped off of him, biting her lip and killing him with those hot hazel eyes. She reached under her dress and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties. "Clothes off, Dean," she ordered as she slid her underwear down her legs.
He quickly undid his belt and jeans, pulling them down just enough to free himself. He held his hands out. "Come here, baby."
His heart stopped completely when she shook her head and sank to her knees in front of him. "Hands on the chair, Dean," she said softly, breathing raggedly.
He slowly put his hands back on the arms of the rocker. His own breathing was fairly harsh as he watched her lean forward, bracing herself with her hands on his legs. She met his eyes again, licked her lips and hollowed her cheeks, and then she bent her head and took him into her mouth.
"Piper," he gasped, tilting his head back and fighting to keep himself still. Her hot, perfect mouth moved up and down his length. The wet sounds of her sucking his cock were driving him crazy, and his hands started to ache from the effort it took to not fist his hands in her hair.
She pulled away from him with an audible pop sound, smiling and biting her lip as she stood to straddle him again. Dean closed his eyes and fought for control when she positioned herself over him.
She leaned forward to nibble along his jaw as she slowly sank herself onto him. They gasped in unison at the sensation of him bottoming out. "God, Dean!" she cried out softly.
She slowly rocked back and forth, using the motion of the chair and the strength in her legs to move herself up and down onto him. Dean felt sure he was going to die if he didn't get to touch her soon, but what a way to go.
Soon, her walls were contracting around him and he screwed his eyes shut, desperate to give her what she wanted. But when she started to come, she cried out, "Dean!" And that was it.
Dean's control snapped. He surged up to put a hand behind her head, dragging her close to crush his mouth against hers, invading her mouth with his tongue as she gasped. His other hand gripped her hip, and he started moving through her orgasm, using the rocking chair motion to thrust into her harder.
"Fuck, Dean!"
"Again, Piper," he growled against her mouth. "I want you to come again, and I want you to scream for me, understood?"
She was gasping, meeting every thrust with one of her own, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Dean, I can't, oh, God-"
"You can, Piper, come on, baby, give me one more."
He moved his hand from her head to brush it down her stomach, pushing it under her skirts, and brushing his fingers over her clit. Encouraged by her desperate moan, he put more pressure on her and increased the tempo of his thrusts.
She clenched suddenly, her inner walls clamping down on his cock. She tilted her head back and screamed, "Dean!"
Her scream sent ecstasy washing through him, and he gave his own low moan as he came into her, shuddering at his release.
She collapsed forward, her head resting on his shoulder. "Jesus, Dean," she gasped.
A thought sent a chill through him. "Piper. Where's Bobby?"
She looked at him for a second, then tilted her head back and laughed. For a second, he was entranced. He ran his hand up her side and brought her smiling mouth back down to his, kissing her softly.
"Bobby's asleep," she said softly. "It's just you and me, Mr. Winchester."
He leaned back and grinned, a ideas swirling in his mind. "Well, that is very interesting, Ms. Finley."
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Later, completely exhausted, Piper turned to look at Dean. He cracked an eye to look at her, then looped about arm around her waist to pull her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Missed you," she murmured, kissing his bare chest as she nestled closer
"Mmm, missed you, too, Pipes," he said softly, eyes already closing again.
She pushed his shoulder lightly. "Dean, we need to talk about Sam."
He sighed. "Come on, Pipes, just give me until morning, okay?"
When she looked at him closely, Piper realized how tired Dean looked. He had been through a lot, and she wasn't making it easier by bitching at him.
She leaned up and pressed her lips against his. "Okay, lover, tomorrow."
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Dean woke in the middle of the night, in the beginning of a nightmare. He looked down at Piper nestled into his chest, and surmised that he hadn't started to swing.
Relieved, he settled back down, pulling her close and burying his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. Her words rang through his head.
"Okay, lover."
That was what he was. They were lovers. She was his… What? Girlfriend? No, he wasn't a damn high schooler. He was a man, and they were lovers.
So why didn't he like it?
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Hi everyone! Here's my notes:
I own only Piper Finley, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. (heartbroken)
Reviews, comments, and kudos give me the warm fuzzies and keep me going.
If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.
