"Well, you wanted emo chicks, I think we hit ground zero," Dean said dryly as he led them to a table in The Black Rose.
Piper smiled, then rolled her eyes when her husband took his jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. His jaw was tight and his eyes watchful of the crowd around them. Part of it was the hunt, sure, but most of it was because of her.
To fit in (as much as she could with minimal makeup and short, auburn hair, anyway), she was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a lacy violet camisole. It was as far as she was willing to go, and it was clearly driving her husband crazy, both with jealousy and with lust.
She slid onto the stool next to Dean, rolling her eyes again when he scooted his closer to hers before sitting. He dropped his arm around her shoulders.
Sam was smirking and eyeing both of them. "Dean, how are you going to be able to find the vampires if you're so focused on keeping other people from looking at Piper?"
"I'll be fine," Dean snapped. "Just look for the damn vampires."
Piper hit him gently on the chest, and he turned to glare at her. "Dean, cut the caveman impression and let's do our jobs." She smiled and leaned close to whisper in his ear, "So we can go home and you can take this off. It's awfully tight…"
The deep growl rumbling in his chest sent shivers up and down her spine, and she smiled when he turned to press his lips against her ear, then down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.
Sam sighed. "Could you guys get off of each other for, like, a minute, please? We're working."
Piper smiled again and pushed Dean away. "Sorry, Sam. We'll focus."
Dean smirked at her. "I am focused."
She rolled her eyes and smiled at the waitress came to the table to take their drinks. The men ordered beers, and Piper just asked for water as she eyed the other woman's rubber suit.
When she walked away, Dean leaned forward. "Think she wears all that rubber to the beach?" Sam was already canvassing the bar, though, and Dean looked at him thoughtfully. "When was the last time we had a beer together, anyway?"
Sam ignored him and nodded over to the corner of the room. Piper turned to follow his line of sight. It was a teenage boy, in a black coat and a dog collar, chatting up a pretty girl. "What do you think?" Sam asked her. "He's hitting on her hard enough. Real?"
She shrugged. "Dunno, it's hard to tell." She tilted her head to two other suspicious men, both talking up a different woman. "And we have multiple choice on our hands."
Sam sighed. "All right, three of them and three of us."
One of the men Piper was watching leaned forward and kissed a third man who was standing next to the little group. Dean shrugged. "Okay, make that two of them and three of us. Good odds."
The teenager wearing the dog collar began to escort the pretty girl he'd been talking to outside. Piper tensed. "That one is on the move."
Dean nodded. "All right. Sam, you go with Efron, Pipes and I will take Bieber."
The three of them stood and went their separate ways. Piper followed Dean, body tense and lit with adrenaline, as they stalked the boy and his prey out into the alley. When they got there, he had the girl pressed up against a door. "Are you sure, baby?" he said in a ridiculous, clearly contrived gravelly voice. "Are you ready to join me in eternity?"
Piper rolled her eyes and drew her gun, loaded with bullets coated in dead man's blood. The girl started to giggle. "Oh, my God, totally."
The "vampire" opened his mouth and snarled. Dean darted into the alley, grabbed the kid by his jacket and tossed him back.
"Hey!" the kid yelped.
Piper grabbed the girl by the arm and tugged her away. "Go!" The girl got the hint and ran.
Meanwhile, Dean was manhandling the kid, who was shouting, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Open your mouth," Dean snarled. When the teen just glared at him, Dean grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and slammed him into the wall. "Now!"
The boy obeyed, revealing plastic fangs in his mouth. Now irritated, too, Piper came forward and smacked him upside the head. "Seriously? Take those out. What are you, twelve?"
Dean's eyes widened. "Are you… Wearing glitter?"
"I only do it to get laid, man!"
Dean blinked. "Does… Does that work?" The kid nodded. "I'll be damned."
Piper glared at both of them. "All right, kiddo, mmbop your way out of here, go. And use protection!" She shouted after after him as he ran down the alley. "Ugh, teenagers."
She turned to look at Dean, who was rubbing the back of his neck and grinning. "Sorry, kitten, got distracted."
As they started to walk away, a deep, echoing voice whispered, "You're pretty…"
Piper found herself being thrown against the wall. The back of her head cracked against the brick, and she was unable to even make a noise as she crumpled, breathing hard through her nose to deal with the pain.
"Piper!"
She struggled against the dizziness to stand as she watched what was pretty obviously a real vampire toss her husband through the air. Dean fought, but was overpowered quickly. The creature had him pinned, and started whaling on him.
Piper was finally able to get to her feet when she saw Sam walking into the alley. But she must have hit her head harder than she'd thought, because it looked like he was just… Standing there, and that couldn't be right.
She took a few shaky steps forward and grabbed the pipe that Dean had dropped. She took just a second, just a second, to catch her breath and will the world to stop spinning. It was just a second.
When she looked up, Dean had blood smeared on his lips, and there was a tear in his neck. Fear made her heart thud. "Dean!'
"No!"
Piper watched in relief as Sam charged the vampire. He wasn't able to kill it, but the creature ran away, and Piper dropped to her knees next to Dean, her shaking fingers wiping the blood from his lips. His eyes were wild and desperate when they met hers. "Piper…"
xxxxx
Something smelled amazing.
The sounds were almost overwhelming, and thank fuck Sam had shut the curtains before he'd gotten him in the room. All of Dean's senses were going crazy, threatening to drive him into madness in a matter of minutes.
The main culprit being that incredible scent.
Sam flicked the lights off, and the incessant buzzing sound went away. Dean took a deep breath, then regretted it immediately when that beautiful scent filled his head and made him dizzy. Is it getting stronger?
"What is that smell?" he snarled, wondering why they were here, why Sammy hadn't just taken care of it in the alley. This couldn't be easy on Piper.
Dean had already accepted he had to die. Whatever. He was fine with that, but he mourned for Piper, because this was going to be awful for her. He hoped that Sam would have the decency to do it himself and to send her out of the room.
"What smell?"
Dean looked up and glared at Sam, who was frowning and sniffing the air. "You can't… You know what, forget it, man. What the hell are we gonna do, why are we here?" He groaned and buried his face in his hands again. "Of all the ways to die, I never thought I'd be going out like this."
"Dean, nobody is 'going out,'" Sam snapped.
"Look, when Samuel gets here, he's going to kill me."
"No, Dean, he's not!"
Dean stood, growling, trying to fight his temper, his senses, and that smell. "Yeah, he is! 'Cause I'm gonna get him to do it, because you won't!" He levelled a finger at his brother. "And don't ask Piper to do it, you hear me?"
Sam held his hands up in surrender. "I hear you, I hear you."
Dean narrowed his eyes. He could hear Sam's heartbeat, he could hear a softer, quicker heartbeat outside the room, hell, he could hear the neighbor's heartbeat. But Sam's was the only one that was slow and steady. "Why aren't you freaked out?"
Sam frowned. "Of course I am!"
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Really? 'Cause I can hear your pulse, and it's pretty damn calm."
"That's because I'm, I'm trying to stay calm, Dean, I-"
Everything was drowned out by that intoxicating smell and the click of the door. Dean realized that should have known the instant it hit his nose what it was. She'd always smelled amazing.
Piper was frowning at both of them, still holding ice to the back of her head. "Quit yelling at each other," she said softly but severely. "It can't be helping Dean's ears, and besides that, it's not helping anything."
Dean couldn't do anything but look at her and suppress the animalistic growl that wanted to explode from his chest.
She was frowning at Sam, and Dean barely had the presence of mind to wonder why as she spoke. "Sam, why don't you go… Wait for Samuel. I'll stay with Dean."
Sam frowned. "Do you think that's safe? I mean, he's-"
"He's Dean, Sam, I'll be perfectly safe," she snapped, sending fierce satisfaction through Dean. As if he could ever hurt her, what was Sam thinking?
Sam was still frowning, but he walked out the door, shooting glances over his shoulder until the door shut behind him.
As soon as the door was closed, Dean was overwhelmed by her again. He realized that, while he could see perfectly well, she probably couldn't. It was pretty dark.
She was muttering to herself as she set the ice pack down on the table next to the door. "What a dick."
He couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out, then he winced when he realized she probably hadn't known he could hear her. Smooth, Winchester.
She turned, and the way her heartbeat quickened almost made him groan. Fuck. She smelled amazing, and he could smell and undercurrent of something darker and more alluring there. He could hear her heartbeat, and the short, shallow breaths she was taking. It made him growl deep in his chest, in a way that he knew was probably creepy, but felt perfectly natural to him.
"Um, Dean?" she asked softly, and it was probably only his new advanced hearing that let him notice the tiny tremble at the end of his name. Which also made him want to growl.
"Yeah, kitten," he said roughly.
Her sharply little intake of breath and the way she shivered broke his resolve. He stalked closer to her, for all the world like he was some predator and she was his prey.
Well, I am a predator now, and she does smell pretty damn good…
He came to stand next to her, towering over her. She wasn't able to see it, he was sure, but she could sense it. "I can hear your heartbeat, Piper," he said softly, his lips just a whisper away from her ear. He knew that the other scent pouring from her was probably fear. "Are you afraid of me, kitten?"
Her heart was pounding, he could her it, and it was working slowly but surely to drive him insane.
Her breath hitched, and it had the grip he had on his sanity slipping. She turned to look at him, all pale skin and big hazel eyes. "No," she whispered, the truth of what she was saying shining on her face. "I'll never be afraid of you."
A huge, sweeping surge of love overtook him, and in defiance of his inner voice screaming, No! No! Get away from her!, he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, just below her ear. He adored every little piece of her, he wanted to wrap himself in her and stay there forever. "You should be, baby," he murmured, simultaneously giving into the urge to keep touching her and fighting to get away.
Both her heartbeat and her breathing were fast and shallow. He could hear the blood moving through her veins.
Shit.
"Why?" she asked softly.
"I can smell you, kitten," he whispered in her ear, relishing the shiver it sent through her. "Fuck, you smell amazing. I can smell that fruity shit you put in your hair, and fabric softener, and…"
The longer he was whispering to her, and the closer he got to the pulse point in her neck, the stronger that dark, intoxicating scent that rested under her own natural aroma was getting. When he realized how wildly aroused he was, it hit him like a freight train what that scent was.
He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, one arm snaking around to wrap around her waist. "Is this turning you on, kitten?"
She whimpered, and he felt the sound resonate everywhere in him. "No," she said quickly. "I mean, I don't know. I got hit on the head pretty hard, maybe that's why. I'm sorry, Dean-"
He was pressed against her soft curves, which were still clothed in purple lace and tight black jeans. She smelled like the best damn thing that had ever happened to him. And she wanted him.
He was completely powerless against the need to pick her up and set her on the table. She gasped, then fisted her hands in his shirt and pressed herself against him. He groaned and kissed her hard, threading his fingers through her hair and keeping her firmly against him.
Her breathy moans had him growling into her mouth. Craving more closeness, he wrapped one arm around her again and lifted her, rumbling his approval deep in his chest when she wound her incredible legs around his waist.
When she pulled away to press her lips to his jaw, he groaned and walked them to a wall so he could pin her there with his body. "Tell me to stop, Pipes," he said roughly, even as he moved his hands down to knead her ass and started to thrust shallowly against her.
"Hmm, no," she hummed against his throat, which was driving him wild.
"Piper," he gritted out, hanging onto his control by a thread. "This is going to be rough."
"As long as you keep your damn teeth to yourself, I don't care," she replied tartly, grinding herself down on his straining cock.
His control snapped, and he lifted her again to walk over and drop her on the bed. She squeaked a little, and he felt his upper lip twitch in an animalistic snarl. He recognized the need for precaution, because no matter how much he wanted her (and it was an all-consuming, burning need for his wife), Dean would have rather found a way to decapitate himself than harm Piper.
"Clothes," he demanded roughly, "then hands and knees, kitten."
Her eyes darkened, and when she sat up to strip her top off, he almost died when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. He cocked an eyebrow as he pulled his own shirt off. She just smirked and shrugged, and he had to fight the urge to overpower her, to mark her as his, to feed off of her and make her his mate in one more, very final way.
Instead, he watched her slide her jeans off, lifting her hips off of the bed. He quickly rid himself of his own clothes, never taking his eyes off of her. She was, as she always had been, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He stroked his cock lazily as she twisted and brought herself up on her hands and knees. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, her hazel eyes burning. "Not that I'm complaining," she said softly, her lovely voice soothing to his overwrought ears, "but why this way?"
He slowly got onto the bed behind her. When he was where he wanted to be, he placed a hand on her inner thigh to reposition her. When he did, he felt the blood pumping just beneath the skin. That, combined with the strong scent of her arousal, had his fangs descending without his consent, and he flinched back. "Shit," he muttered, closing his eyes and fighting to regain his control.
"Dean?" There was no fear in her voice, only concern, which went a long way toward his ability to retract his fangs.
He put one hand on her pretty, curvaceous hips, and ran the fingers of his other hand back up to her soft thigh. "You smell too good, kitten. I don't trust myself with you."
She shuddered. "I don't suppose- Ah!" she gasped as he slowly moved a finger through her hot, damp folds. She took a deep breath, then, "I don't suppose it matters if I trust you?"
He leaned over to press his lips to the soft skin on her lovely back. "No," he murmured, "it doesn't. I can't…" He sighed. "I can't control this, baby. I'm dangerous. We shouldn't even be-"
Before he could finish, she pushed herself back. He bit his words off with a groan as his finger sank into her wet heat. "God dammit, Piper."
"Dean," she said firmly. "If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to climb on top of you and take matters into my own hands." She looked over her shoulder at him fiercely. "Am I making myself clear?"
He moved his finger out of her slowly, then sank two back into her. He smirked when she whimpered and arched her back for him. "Is that what you want, kitten?" he growled. "You want me to fuck you?"
She moved back onto his hand again, and he let her, slowly fingering her, making her feel it. "Oh, God, yes, please, Dean, please-"
He slowly pulled his fingers out and slipped them into his mouth. He had to maneuver around his fangs again, but he didn't fight it this time. It heightened every sensation when they were out, and somehow, he knew he could control his hunger.
The hunger for blood, anyway.
He put his hands on her hips again and lined himself up with her entrance. "You sound so pretty when you beg, kitten. You're so sexy when you want me."
"I always want you, Dean. I love you."
The sincerity in her voice gave him pause. There was no play in her words, this wasn't part of the game. He hardened his resolve, he couldn't hurt her. He had to control himself.
"I love you, too," he said gently, running a hand down her spine soothingly. If he couldn't say it now, what might be his last chance, to the woman who made his life worth living, he didn't deserve her.
He sank into her slowly, groaning at how wet she was, the way she gasped and shuddered. "Fuck, kitten."
"I know, fuck, Dean, please-" she gasped as she dropped forward to bury her face in the pillow.
Her soft cries into the fabric, the way she was swivelling her hips and began meeting him thrust for thrust, started to drive him crazy. Unable to help himself, he tucked his hands beneath her hips and started pulling her back against him as he slammed into her, resisting the urge to bite his lip.
"Dean!" She was almost screaming now, and her wild heartbeat and the sound of the blood racing through her veins and the way her scent was overwhelming, overpowering everything he had ever been and ever would be, it was all too much.
He bent over her to press his lips to her back again and reached his arm down to set a fast, rough pace on her clit. She screamed and bucked beneath him, coming apart in his arms. The way she clenched around him dragged his own orgasm out of him. His first instinct was to bite down into her, but he reared back and turned away as aftershocks shuddered through him, controlling himself, unwilling to even chance it.
He pulled out gently, then quickly rearranged the two of them so he was cradling her in his lap, her face pressed to his lap and his arms around her. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He whispered into her hair.
She shook her head a little. "No, honey, you didn't. That was… Amazing," she breathed out, cuddling into him.
He sighed and breathed deeply with her nose in her hair, then winced. "Oh, fuck, I'm Pattinson."
Her tinkling, soft laugh made his (un)dead heart stutter.
xxxxx
Piper led her husband out of the bedroom by his hand, smiling a little at the deep, satisfying soreness she felt. Worth it.
She was met by Sam, who had his eyebrows raised, and Samuel, who was scowling. Automatically, always hyper-aware of her husband, she put herself between the two of them and him. The growl that was rumbling deep in his chest confirmed her suspicions about how he would react. She pointed at Sam. "Shut up." Then she looked at Samuel. "And you, we are not killing him."
She didn't know what her alternate plan was, but the way Dean had held her after, the tender way he'd helped her dress and run his fingers through his hair, breathing in her scent deeply… It all confirmed that she wasn't going to give him up. At the very least, he was strong enough now to get them out of the motel room, probably without killing Sam or Samuel.
The two of them would… Go from there.
"Did you feed?" Samuel asked Dean. Piper suddenly wished she was wearing Dean's t-shirt, like he'd offered, instead of her thin tank top, because Samuel was staring at her exposed skin. At least it's obvious he hasn't bitten me.
"No, he didn't," she snapped.
"He didn't bite you, uh, anywhere?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Fuck you, Sam," Dean snarled, and Piper found herself again physically blocking him from the other men. "She said I didn't."
She met Samuel's eyes. "He didn't, I swear, he's clean."
He nodded. "Thank God." Piper relaxed a fraction, and felt Dean do the same behind her. "Listen," Samuel said, "I didn't drive all this way to kill you. I'm here to save you."
xxxxx
Hi, beautiful readers! Here are my notes:
I own only Piper Finley, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. (heartbroken).
Reviews, comments, and kudos give me life and keep me going.
And, as always, thank you for reading, you beautiful, beautiful people.
**I just love Dean and Piper.
